#double dog dad joke

[andy-clutterbuck]

8x14 | Still Gotta Mean Something

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

JoJo Siwa doesn’t deserve all the hate (and homophobia) she’s getting for her style and music; but she does deserve scrutiny for defending Colleen Ballinger and being both active and complicit in abuse that happened on her TV show. Like the girl has been under the public eye in unhealthy environments all her life; cut her some slack — not too much; she’s still a responsible adult — but if you’re going to dogpile her, then at least dogpile her for the right reasons. Jesus Fucking Christ.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Tiny Paws, Big Adventures

Word count: 773

pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader, ft. Leo

Summary: you and Charles Leclerc enjoy a peaceful day in Monaco with your playful dachshund, Leo, as you talk about expanding your little family and cherish the quiet moments away from the racetrack

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You and Charles Leclerc had been dating for a few years now, and your life with him was often fast-paced, filled with race weekends, travel, and the occasional media frenzy. But the quieter moments, especially those spent at home, were your favorite. That’s where Leo, your longhaired dachshund, came in — the tiny, furry heart of your little family.

It was an off weekend, and Charles had promised to spend the day at home with you and Leo. You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you heard the rapid sound of little paws tapping against the wooden floor. Leo darted into the living room, tail wagging furiously, his long, silky fur bouncing as he excitedly scurried around, while Charles followed behind, laughing as he tried to keep up with the energetic dog.

"How is he always faster than me?" Charles chuckled, flopping down on the couch next to you. He leaned over to give you a quick kiss before reaching down to rub Leo's fluffy head.

"Because he’s just as fast as his dad," you teased, smiling at Charles. "Or maybe faster, with those short little legs."

Charles grinned and put an arm around you. "I think he's more aerodynamic."

You laughed, watching as Leo spun around, clearly trying to convince one of you to play with him. "You should take him out for a run. He needs to burn off all this energy."

Charles leaned back, stretching out his arms. "Or maybe he can tire me out," he said, half-joking. "What do you think, Leo? Want to go out?"

At the sound of his name, Leo barked happily, his ears flopping as he danced around in excitement. You couldn’t help but laugh at how much joy a simple walk brought him.

"Alright, alright," you said, standing up to grab Leo’s leash. "Let’s go tire this little guy out."

The three of you headed out for a walk along the quiet streets of Monaco. Leo trotted ahead, his small legs moving quickly as his leash bobbed up and down with every eager step. Charles had one hand loosely holding the leash, while his other hand rested on your shoulder as you walked side by side.

Moments like these were your favorite. When it was just you, Charles, and Leo, away from the cameras and the intensity of race weekends. Charles was always more relaxed at home, and you could see the stress melt away with each step as he walked with you.

"You know," Charles said after a while, looking down at Leo, "I’ve been thinking… maybe we should get him a little friend."

You raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him. "Another dachshund?"

Charles grinned. "Why not? Leo could use some company. Maybe he wouldn’t miss us as much when we’re away."

You laughed softly. "You mean when you’re away. I’m pretty sure he’s happy to have me all to himself when you’re racing."

"Fair enough," Charles chuckled, pulling you a little closer. "But seriously, I think it’d be fun. What do you think?"

You looked at Leo, who was now happily sniffing a patch of grass, his little tail wagging in the breeze. The idea of another longhaired dachshund waddling around the apartment was sweet. "I think it could be nice. But two of them? You’d better be ready for double the trouble."

Charles gave you a cheeky smile. "I can handle it. Besides, you’re the one who always spoils Leo more than me."

"Well, maybe," you admitted with a laugh, playfully nudging him. "But don’t act like you don’t let him sleep on your side of the bed whenever I’m not looking."

Charles feigned innocence. "I would never."

You rolled your eyes, leaning into him as the two of you continued walking, brainstorming names and imagining the chaos of two dachshunds running around the apartment. By the time you made it back home, Leo had finally tired himself out, curling up on the couch the moment you stepped through the door.

Charles flopped down beside him, pulling you onto his lap. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "This is nice," he murmured, his voice soft and content.

You smiled, feeling the same sense of calm settle over you. "It is."

Leo snored softly at your feet, and Charles kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. "I love you, you know?"

"I love you too, Charles."

No matter how hectic life became, you knew that these quiet moments, just the three of you — you, Charles, and little Leo — were what made it all worth it.

[asocialangel]

pervy boyfriends

bllk boys who would –in my humble opinion– be pretty pervy towards their s/o. 

Shidou, Isagi, Karasu headcanons (low-key nsfw), i tried to be gender neutral but maybe it’s a bit more catered towards afab/fem reader for the Isagi part. 

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Shidou:

Let’s stats by the most obvious of em all 

He is OPENLY and PROUDLY an OFFICIAL PERV

Let’s call it as it is

We haven't seen him talk about lovers canonly yet but i feel like he’d be a monster

This man is ALWAYS making dirty jokes to you

About you mostly 

Oh and public or not, he doesn't care, he if thought of something, you best believe he gon say it, regardless of whether your dad is around. 

He takes a sick pleasure in exposing your kinks to the whole word, especially ones you’ve told him you’re embarrassed about 

He likes it specifically when he says something in a public setting just loud enough so you will never know for sure if people heard him or not

Likes does his team’s goalkeeper know that you like being choked or not ?? You will never be sure ! (And it's not like you're gonna ask him) 

You never really heard it for yourself but you’re quite sure he talks about your sex life to his friends 

Cause multiple times they came up to you and made a joke that was suspiciously real 

“haha Y/N did you have a cat attack your boyfriend’s back ??” “Y/N can you help me out for next week’s anime convention ? I heard you’re quite good at cosplaying”

You even received a leash from a secret santa (you don't have a dog ???)

You’ve tried to ask him about it once, he jokingly said yes, so you never sure he actually meant it 

But you’re scared that if you ask too much he gon make it worse. 

Mind you Shidou is not just an asshole that crosses your boundaries. You had actually told him you were actually kinda into people low key knowing you’re a freak. But you could never say it yourself. So he’s actually nice and thoughtful to his s/o here. 

So yah let's say Shidou is not ashamed to explain to people what his position he likes you in

Also it’s almost obvious atp but he likes dirty talking in uncomfy places cause he knows it takes you very little to get you started, so he’s there getting you horny in the middle of applebees like… 

He likes telling you all the things he’d do to you once you're back home. 

He also often shares the details of how hard he was in the shower this morning thinking about you and how he chose to wait until you guys could do it cause he felt it would be a shame to waste his “precious cum” (his words) anywhere but “your pretty body” (again his words). 

So as I said, certified unashamed pervy boyfriend.

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Isagi:

Now I think this would be an unpopular opinion because everyone and their dad headcanons Isagi as “a sweet caring innocent boyfriend 🥺” and while I agree that is true, he is multifaceted to me. 

To me, he would also be extremely pervy to his s/o, but unbeknownst to them. 

Like the minute you’re turning your back to him, he’s staring fouly at your ass

If you bend down to grab sum, he will not bother to look under your skirt that lifts up or your exposed cleavage. 

But again, he will only do it when he knows you can’t see him. 

He likes watching you doing the most innocent things and adding a double meaning to it in his head

Like you eating a skewer will be something far more dirty in his mind and you whining at the antiseptic on your wound is, in another setting, something way sexier. 

So everytime you see him smile at casual things you do, like getting on your knees to tie your shoelaces, you think wow he loves me so much, but truth is yes he loves you that much, actually way more. 

Isagi will always make the most far fetched double entendres to you, knowing damn well you’re too innocent and maybe head in the clouds to ever get it

So he says it, sees you agree mindlessly, and smiles to himself.

I’m telling you he’s an undercover perv.

Some of his dirty minded friends that have, they too, experience in that field, will sometimes get these double meanings he tells you and chuckle at his reaction to your non reaction. 

Unlike you, THEY know he’s toying with you and tbf they also find it quite cute

Isagi is not the type to put out all your sex life to his friends tho. But sometimes, just sometimes, he will (again) make innuendos about things you’re good at, like doing or like receiving.

But again, when he says it it's with a straight face. 

So his friends are never sure that he actually did mean what he said or if that innuendo was a pure coincidence. 

He just smiles smugly to himself

Also final addition: he knows your weak spots and he plays witit. 

Like he knows you're quite sensitive so he purposefully places the coffee grounds on the top shelf to see you struggle, have you jump around to see it jiggle, watch your shirt lift up and inevitably come to your help by grabbing said item from behind, basically squeezing you between him and the counter, pressing his dick into your ass, knowing damn well that’s enough to have you blush and moan.

But as always, you just think to yourself that he's so nice to help you, and you're so sensitive for reacting to a simple thing. 

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Karasu:

let’s not forget about this pretty boy cause i feel we ALL know he can be so pervy…

To me, this boy is always, ALWAYS touching you 

He alwaysss has a hand on you like at all times TT

Saying hello ? Good morning kiss

He tries to find you in public ? When he sees you he’s gonna make himself known by laying a hand on your hip

He won a match ? You know already he’ll grab your ass when he finds you. 

He does not care about decency or whatever that social construct is: 

If he wants to feel you up, he will. 

Don’t care if his teammates are taunting him, if your friends are here, if a camera is filming

He likes the feeling of your skin on his, knowing you’re real cause he can feel it, feel the friction and the heat 

And he also likes knowing you’ll always be available for him, lending him a kiss whenever he asks for one

He should know by now you're never gonna say no, cause you love him so much, but he’s always looking to be reassured that you are his. 

So with Karasu, it does not stop at hand holding when you're going out

More like, hand holding, stroking your ass, kissing you passionately then placing his hand on your chin, smiling and walking again like normal until five meters further he wants to feel your waist. 

Mind you you tried to tell him this was not socially okay, being so explicit on PDA. His answer ?

Says who ? It’s not like people don't know where to be together. I dont think I'm breaking news to them that we get physical if I kiss you in public. 

“Babe, this is not about the kiss on my cheeks in public. I’m talking about you stretching my shirt collar to look at my cleavage while you’re on half time and a whole literal stadium is looking at you”. 

“What, you want to keep it a secret that I smack you ass naked when I win ?” “Well yeah that's kinda exactly what i'm saying” “Useless to bother hiding, they must know already” 

BUT THEY KNOW CAUSE HE WON’T STOP BEING SO HIGH KEY IN PUBLIC. 

So yeah when I say he’s a perv I mean he won’t bother to wait till behind closed doors. He will whisper in your hearts while grabbing your waist from behind no matter if you are in the middle of ordering coffee. 

At least you’re sue he loves you and won’t mind letting others know

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A/N: yayyy this came up to me as i was falling asleep, Isagi staring relentlessly as your ass the second you turn around and then thought yeah he'd defo not be the only pervy bf in bllk. Hope u like it~~ still have many more things to write.

[httpsleclerc]

here’s an idea for mick & vettel!reader :) they go go karting as young kids & at the track some rude boys make fun of her for being a girl & mick stands up for her

THANK YOU ANON I LOVE THIS

You beamed up at your dad, your wide, excited smile evident on your face despite the helmet you were wearing. Sebastian smiled as he situated you into the go kart, making sure that you were strapped in tight, since you were on the smaller side and tended to sometimes slide around the small seat.

"Feel okay, liebling?" He asked you, nodding and grinning as you gave him a thumbs up in response, looking over as Michael helped Mick into his own go-kart, going through the same routine he did with you. "Remember, you and Mick are on the same team, you don't need to beat Mick, just the other boys, okay?"

"Okay daddy," You responded, once again giving your dad a double thumbs up just to emphasise how much you understood what he was telling you. "Are you and Mick's daddy gonna watch us?" You asked your dad hopefully, Sebastians heart swooning at your puppy dog eyes which were visible through the visor on your helmet.

"Yes, Liebling, we'll be right over here cheering you both on, okay?" Your father assured you, stepping off of the go kart track as a whistle was blown, Michael coming to stand beside the younger German. The two watched and commented as you lead the rest of the boys for more than half of the allocated laps, with Mick taking over your lead in the second half, but watched as you pulled what could only be described as a stunning overtake last minute and winning overall.

"Daddy! I won!" You cheered as you came pelting towards your father, tossing your helmet to the side as you ran towards your dad, your small self colliding with his legs with a small grunt. Sebastian smiled as he picked you up, holding you at his hip so he could place a small kiss on your cheek as a congratulations.

"I know! You did so good, liebling!" Sebastian congratulated you as he pointed to the small gold medal hanging from your neck. "Mick did really well too, didn't he?" You nodded and grinned at the mention of your best friend, whose silver medal hung proudly around his neck as his own father congratulated him. "Me and Mick's dad are going to get you two ice cream, so you two stay here okay? Do not move." You nodded, understanding how stern your dad was being.

"You did so good y/n," Mick smiled at you as the two of you sat on the bench previously occupied by your fathers. You blushed as you looked away from him, going shy at the praise from your best friend.

"Thanks, I might let you win next time, Mickey," You teased him, the two of you giggling at your joke. However, your laughter didn't last long as you were soon pushed from your seat on the bench, landing on the ground on your hands and knees with an oof. "Ow! Hey!" You whined, tears bubbling in your eyes.

Three boys, who you had beaten, were clearly unhappy with the given result of the race - Which was a bit ironic since it was a kids go-karting race and not a real Formula One Grand Prix.

"What are you even doing here? You're just a stupid little girl, shouldn't you be playing with barbies or something?" The boys friends laughed at their jabs at you, laughing even further as you started quietly crying, at this point just wanting your dad and to go home. "Aww, poor crybabies upset. Maybe you should just go home, little girl." Their jabs at your age were almost laughable, since you were 6 and these boys were 8, you had driven laps around them during the race.

"Leave her alone! You're just jealous that she's better than you and that her dad is here," Mick tried to be as formidable as possible towards the older boys, who did seem taken aback at the young Schumachers words. "You're just being mean to her because you are not as good as she is, she did a lap around you and you so maybe you should go home and play barbies!"

Following Mick's defence of you, the older boys backed off and left the two of you alone, leaving Mick to help you up off of the ground and back up onto the bench.

"It's okay y/n, they are bad drivers anyway," Mick tried to make you laugh, but you continued crying due to the seething pain in your skinned palms.

"My hands hurt, Mickey," You cried to him. Mick, knowing a way to help you which his mom always did, picked up your hands gently and placed small kisses on each of your palms.

"There! All better."

[7ndipity]

“That Way”

Jungkook x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Dinner with Jungkooks' parents leads to some interesting discoveries. Follow-up to False Pretenses. Part of the Yes or No series.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: swearing, very suggestive at the end, reader wears a dress, Jk’s called a bitch(affectionately), one joke about Bam as an attack dog, not proofread

A/N: Another long overdue continuation! I hope you guys like it! I plan to update this series a lot more often now, so lmk what you think!

Masterlist Yes or No m.list

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Jungkook didn’t know why he was so nervous for tonight's dinner, everything else today had gone well.

His parents had arrived earlier in the morning, he had taken them out for lunch and to visit a few of their favorite places in the city, everything was perfectly fine.

Yet Jungkook couldn’t quite shake the odd, jittery feeling in his chest as he bustled around the kitchen, double and triple checking everything as he cooked.

He jumped slightly when he heard the doorbell, going to check the intercom to confirm that it was you before answering.

“What’s the password?” He called through the speaker.

“Jk’s a bitch.” You called back with a little smirk.

“Wrong.” He grinned, the tension in his body finally beginning to ease. “If you fail three times, I’ll have to sic Bam on you.”

“Then I guess I’ll just take this cake home for myself then.” You shot back, holding up a box from one of his favorite bakeries.

“Wait wait wait!” He let you in immediately, rushing to open the door for you as soon as he heard you knock.

“You know Bam’s way too sweet to serve as an attack dog right?” You asked with a laugh as you entered, moving to set the cake box on the kitchen counter.

He didn’t answer you, far too busy staring slack-jawed in shock at the sight of you.

You were dressed up, nothing too fancy, just a dark blue sundress with a cardigan, but it was a stark enough contrast to what he was used to seeing you in that he was left slightly dumbstruck for a moment. The way the deep blue color complemented your skin tone, the skirt floating over your hips, showing off your legs perfectly,

It would be soo easy for him to just slip his hands under the fabric and-

“Is it bad?”

Your voice caused his eyes to snap back up to yours. “What?”

“You’re staring, does it look weird?” You asked, shifting nervously.

“No-no, it looks great. You-, you look great.” He breathed.

Just then, the oven beeped in the kitchen behind the two of you, shaking him from his daze, making his way back to the stove.

“You’re cooking?” You questioned, following him.

“Yeah? Why, is that surprising?” He asked, shooting you a grin.

“No, not really.” You answered, glancing around cautiously. “Where are your parents?”

“Mom’s washing up and Dad’s napping.” He explained, nodding towards the hallway.

“Ah.” You nodded, lingering awkwardly behind him in the middle of the kitchen.

“Are you… nervous?” He asked, taking note of your anxious energy.

“A little?” You admitted, fidgeting with your sweater. “I haven’t met a lot of friends' parents before, I don’t really know what to do. What if they don’t like me?”

“Not possible.” He said, pulling you to him by the waist. “Two minutes with you and they’ll love you, trust me.”

You still looked unconvinced, chewing your lip nervously, so he leaned in, catching you off guard as he pressed his lips firmly to yours.

Despite your surprise, you relaxed into his hold almost instinctively, hands coming up to grip his shoulders, letting out a soft sound as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, darting his tongue out to swipe across your bottom lip-

Just as quickly as the kiss began, Jungkook suddenly pulled away, stepping back from you.

“Wha?-” Before you could form a proper question, you picked up the sound of approaching footsteps.

You turned just in time to come face to face with Jungkooks’ mother as she rounded the corner, blinking slightly in surprise at the sight of you.

“Oh, hello, you must be Y/n.” She said warmly.

“I am, it’s nice to meet you.” You said, giving her a polite bow, your face heating up in embarrassment..

“Nice to meet you too.” She replied. “Jungkook’s told us a lot about you.”

“Ah, should I be worried?” You said, only half joking.

His mother chuckled. “Not at all, he speaks very highly of you.”

“Oh really?” You stole a glance over your shoulder at the person in question, his back to you, casually stirring a pot on the stove as if nothing had just happened.

“Don’t let that go to your head, I also told her that you’re a huge pain in the ass.” He replied, shooting you a smirk.

“Sure.” You grinned, turning back to his mother.

The two of you talked comfortably for a bit, his father coming through not long after that, quickly making introductions and joining in on your conversation as Jungkook finished dinner.

The rest of the evening passed peacefully. Dinner was surprisingly comfortable, his parents' friendly nature quickly putting you at ease, laughing at stories they shared of Jungkook’s childhood.

“Y/n seems like a very nice girl,” His mom commented, watching as you disappeared into the kitchen, having offered to serve dessert so that Jungkook could have a bit of a break.

“Yeah, she’s great.” He agreed with a fond smile, missing the way she was watching him.

“I’m glad you’ve found someone that makes you happy.” She added quietly after a moment.

He head whipped around, gaping at her in confusion.

“What?! That’s-, we're not-,” He spluttered. “Y/n and I aren’t dating, mom, we’re just friends.”

She just smiled at him, almost pityingly. “You don’t have to lie, Sweetie, I saw the way you look at each other. Friends don’t look at each other that way.”

“What are you talking about?!” He glanced over at his father for support, but he was met with a mildly amused expression from him. “Y/n is-”

His voice died off instantly as you returned with the cake, picking back up your previous conversation with his mother, completely missing the way Jungkook continued to glance at his mother in disbelief.

The rest of the evening passed without any further incident. You noticed the way Jungkook had suddenly turned rather quiet, seeming very lost in thought, causing you to wonder what was bothering him, but you decided to wait until his parents left to say anything.

Closing the door after they left, he let out a deep sigh, slumping against you tiredly.

“You okay?” You giggled, trying to hold his weight up.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, straightening enough to wrap his arms around you, drawing you close.

“You’re welcome.” You replied, amused at his sudden soft demeanor.

His hands trailed down over your figure, lightly kneading your hips as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Stay over?” He asked softly, letting his lips brush against your skin as he spoke. “Let me thank you for everything.”

“I didn’t do that much though.” You argued, tilting your head to the side to give him more access.

“You did.” He breathed. “You’ve done so much.”

You chuckled, squirming slightly in his hold as his hands ghosted back up over your sides.

“Damn, Koo, what’s got you all sentimental?” You teased, brushing your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck.

He didn’t answer, drawing back just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes swirling with something you couldn’t quite place before he was crashing his lips against yours with a bruising force.

His hands hungrily roamed your body, groping at your hips and ass, causing you to whine into his mouth, wordlessly begging for more.

Refusing to separate from you for more than a second, he guided you down the hallway to his bedroom, not bothering with the light before pushing you down onto the bed and climbing over you.

This had to be his favorite view in the whole world; you spread out beneath him, skin flushed, chest heaving, sweet little mouth already red and ruined by his ministrations.

His hands traced up your legs, finally bunching up the material of your dress like he'd been dying to do all evening, firmly but gently spreading your legs apart to reveal the growing damp patch on your underwear, showing him just how affected you were by him.

"Fuck,” A low growl left his lips, your scent making his head spin. “I've been starving."

Without another word, he dove in.

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[katyawriteswhump]

driving me crazy (day 1 steddie holiday drabbles/whumpcember)

for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 1 prompt 'snowfall' & @whumpcember day 1 prompt 'broken bones'.

WC: 991 Rating: T CW: prescription drug use, and slight accidental abuse of prescription drugs. Tags: No Upside-Down au, idiots to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, snuggles, minor angst, seasonal rather than xmassy. Summary: When Steve breaks his arm, Dustin persuades Eddie to give him rides to work. Eddie does not expect his icy jock-despising heart to be melted.

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Eddie pulled up where Steve waited on the sidewalk, his arm swaddled in a cast and sling. Steve’s face was ashen as the skies, which spewed out the first snowfall of the season.

“Get in,” yelled Eddie, rolling down the van window.

Steve obeyed, bringing with him an icy gust. “Thanks, man. I appreciate—"

Eddie pumped up the stereo to max and accelerated off, wheels skidding in the slush.

He was helping Steve because Dustin had begged. Steve, obviously, couldn’t drive and his work-shifts at the amusement arcade were similar to Eddie’s at a bar farther up the road. Eddie would’ve refused anyhow, till he learned how Steve got hurt—confronting nasty-ass bullies who’d been hassling the out-and-proud ‘freaks’ at the arcade. Son-of-a-bitch was treading on Eddie’s turf!

“He didn’t actually lose the fight,” Dustin said. “He slipped on ice while winding up for the crit-hit.”

“It’s Harrington,” protested Eddie. “Doesn’t he have dickwad friends to drive him?”

Dustin sneered, like this was the dumbest suggestion ever. “None of us are old enough to have a licence.”

Now, Eddie peeped sidelong, wary. Steve boogied along to Aerosmith in an eerie foreshadowing of a ‘dad-dance,’ fingers drumming the dashboard.

“Cool track,” shouted Steve.

Eddie’s teeth grinded. Ugh, Harrington wanted to chat? Eddie turned down the volume eventually, because Steve’s voice was scratchy, and… he wasn’t the worst company. Eddie could genuinely believe this guy—despite his bitchiness about denim vests—might defend geeks from a cohort of a-hole jocks he used to belong to. On the ride home, Eddie found himself glancing in the rearview mirror to watch Steve giggling at his dumbass jokes. In fact, they might’ve crashed into a snowdrift, if Steve hadn’t shouted then one-handedly grabbed the wheel.

They’d been riding together a week, when Dustin called asking Eddie to fetch Steve home early. Eddie now drove Steve regularly, even when their shifts didn’t coincide. Steve tumbled into the van wearing pink earmuffs and cackling his damp-flattened hair off. Apparently, Steve had accidentally taken a double-dose of pain meds, though not enough to be in danger. Eddie didn’t ask where the earmuffs came from, silently conceding they looked cute.

Oh. Fuck.

At Steve’s condo, Eddie helped him up the stairs, studiously avoiding clasping Steve’s butt. Shame he couldn’t ogle that in the rearview mirror. Steve groped Eddie’s ass shamelessly, which was forgiven in the circumstances. He fumbled so long to find his key that Eddie almost jimmied the lock.

“Wanna stay for a beer?” asked Steve, half-tripping through the door.

“I’m driving, dude.” Eddie grabbed and steadied Steve, who slammed him with huge puppy-dog eyes, which Eddie managed to ignore. He was absorbing the mouldy walls, the frost on the fucking inside of Steve’s windows. He’d known Steve had struggled since his parents threw him out. He’d not expected this:

“Jesus, Harrington, no heater?”

“No need. I usually get toasty in my hot-tub.” Steve snorted, rolled his eyes. “It’s broken, mom.”

Eddie almost dragged him home to the trailer. Instead, he failed to fix the heater then figured he’d have that beer. Steve, mega-keen to fetch it, stumbled beside his understocked fridge, then collided face-first into Eddie.

Again.

“Ow!” Steve shifted the pressure off his cast. Eddie grunted at the strain of having dead-weight Steve in his arms. Meanwhile, Steve’s glazed eyes focussed into lasers that seemed to pierce to Eddie’s soul:

“Thanks,” mumbled Steve, as warmth blossomed between their tightly-pressed bodies. “Honestly never thought you’d help after… y’know… High School… stuff. I couldn’t have got by without you and… um… I like you?”

Steve’s teeth pinched his lower lip. Eddie mirrored him, found himself dying to kiss him, while staggering disbelievingly over the words formulating in his head:

Disturbingly, I like you too.

“You feel that?” Steve exploded into fresh giggles, destroying the moment. “Electricity, Munson. Pffffzz!”

Riiiight. He’s high as a Guns ‘n’ Roses gig. 

They collapsed onto the fold-out bed, huddling beneath a blanket and arguing over what movies they’d watch right now, if they could afford VHS players. In the morning, Eddie awoke spooning Steve. The frost inside the window was patterned like snowflakes. He smiled into Steve’s hair, despite the fact his nose and toes were kinda numb.

This time, Steve’s groan shattered the moment. “Uuuuugh, sorry ’bout yesterday. Jesus, hope I’ve still got a job. Only got hired for being the sole applicant.”

“You’ll be fine.” Even Keith admitted Steve endured the kids and noise in the arcade valiantly and was injured in the line of duty—as a kickass babysitter and bouncer. Besides, if Steve was fired, Eddie would make Keith pay.

Eddie borrowed tools from Wayne, and they fixed the heater together. Things remained awkward-ish for a day or so, before normal car-share buddying resumed. They exchanged some loaded glances, but Harrington was still Harrington. If he was into Eddie, he’d make his move, give some kinda sign.

Then Dustin dropped his latest bombshell. “It’s cool you’re still giving Steve a ride. I mean, since he’s had his cast removed.”

Huh?

Next day, Eddie asked, casually, while driving, “You still need that sling, Steve?”

Steve blushed cherry-red and came clean. He’d sold his car last week, because he was behind on rent. He’d pay Eddie for gas and more, if Eddie could keep driving him.

“I guess I lied, sorry, though my arm’s still pretty sore. It’s just… I…” Eddie drew up outside Steve’s. Steve sighed hard, turning away. “I really do like you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” Eddie reached to coax Steve back around, two fingers on Steve’s reddened cheek. Their clouded breaths mingled, and Eddie grinned like an idiot. “When you were high… Yeah, I felt that dumb crackle, too.”

The brush of their lips felt more like lightning. They made out for so long that snow grounded the van, forcing Eddie to stay the night.

And every night, till they moved somewhere better together, with a decent heater and endless shared warmth and snuggles.

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@wheneverfeasible 💚 My ST fic on AO3

[verysanebsdfan]

My favs x bday!reader

Saiki Kusuo (the disastrous life of saiki k), Muichiro Tokito (demon slayer), Killua Zoldyck (hunter x hunter), Neuvillette(genshin impact), Dazai Osamu (bungo stray dogs), our!Ciel Phantomhive (black butler) (seperately) x bday!reader

Synopsis: them with s/o who has birthday, how they celebrate, what do they do etc.

Notes: IT'S MY BDAY GUYSSS!!! I honestly wanna go back to being a little child, but oh well, i still have a few years. probably contains grammatical errors but oh well. not proofread. Am I happy with it? no. Am I gonna publish this? absolutely. i also wanted to include Bram Stoker from bsd but my brain was blank and i had no ideasss :((

cw: none i think?

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Saiki Kusuo:

Would not make you a surprise party, but i feel like he would buy you your favourite cake, pastry, sweets, snack...just something that he know would make you happy. Nothing extravagant, just an average present, from an average guy. It's the thought that counts<3 Would like to spend some quality time with you, but if you wanna hang out with friends or spend time with family, he doesnt mind. He would make sure everything goes smoothly and you would be safe tho<3 Prolly wouldnt make a big deal out of this...It is just birthday after all, but he loves to see you happy soo<3

Happy birthday y/n...i hope you like the (favourite dessert) i got you

Muichiro Tokito:

It really depends, if you are a demon slayer, you would maybe have private training session, and a cute lunch on a break. Now if you aren't a demon slayer (condolences) he'd make time for you'd watch clouds together, eat lunch and spend some time together, but he is busy so... :( I bet he was smiling teh rest fo teh day though :3

Look...that clouds looks just like (favourite animal)...happy birthday y/n...i love you

Killua Zoldyck:

Thinks celebrating something like an anniversary of your birth is stupid :3 Would definitely ask Gon for gift ideas<3 Now, if you are helping Gon find his dad too, I feel like you two would end up having a play fight of a sort? Yk, to train your nen:3 But if you dont, or its already some time after the og plot line, he'd take you on a date, and give you choco robots! Tease you a little too!

look at yourself, in a few years, i wont even be able to call you a baby :3 is it just me or youre even more beatiful? must come witha age:3 Happy Birthday silly:3

Neuvillette:

Humans celebrate the anniversary of their birth? Why? He asks, why celebrate being even closer to death. It scared him...your death...It's so close, yet so far. When you explained him that it's to commemorate your past years, and celebrate what's to come. he understood, after all, humans have only finite amount of years to live, so he was going to make yours the best possible. He would clear up his schedule, or at least try. He would get you flowers and then he would take you to a romantic dinner to the finest restaurant in all of Fontaine, and then to a romantic walk by the shore, to watch otters (:3) He hopes many of these so called birthdays of yours would come.

Mon amour...we should do this more often, not only on special occasions...I love you so much...and these..."birthdays" only remind me of...future without you...

Dazai Osamu:

My man will ask you to commit double suicide i am not even joking. Honestly would either not gaf about your birthday or would be really attentive and romantic and i cannot decide.

Would you be willing to commit double suicide with me, on this important day? *smack*

our!Ciel Phantomhive:

It's not like i am lazy to write, but it's really hard to think of anything okay. I believe you would have tea party. A lot of Earl grey tea, a lot of sweets...and chess or other board games. You will just spend quality time with him...and technically Sebastian too, since he will be tending to your needs, and preparing all the food :3

Happy birthday dearest, i hope the cake is to your liking, i had Sebastian prepare it out of the finest ingredients

[sugdenlovesdingle]

TK and Carlos meet Tommy and Buck for the first time since the crossover episode

I'm not that good with crossovers but I hope you like it

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"So you met them fighting wildfires here in Texas? When we live in the wildfire state?" Tommy asked as they drove through down town Austin.

Buck shrugged.

"It was pretty bad. They needed all the help they could get." he quickly glanced at Tommy "Hen and TK's captain actually went missing. Their helicopter crashed. We stole a fire truck to rescue them."

"You seem to do a lot of that, don't you? I'm kind of hurt you've never stolen one for me." Tommy teased.

"Next time I steal a truck, I promise it'll be for you." Evan vowed and held up two fingers. "Scout's honour."

Tommy laughed.

"That doesn't count if you were never actually a boyscout."

"How do you know I was never a scout? I had a lot of hobbies as a kid."

"Hmm. I know. But Maddie would have shown me the pictures by now if you had."

Evan tilted his head in his direction to signal he had a point.

"I'm sure you would have been adorable in the uniform." Tommy told him and brushed a kiss over the knuckles of Evan's hand he was holding.

"Damn right I would have!" he joked as he pulled into a free parking space near an apartment building. "Ok this should be it." He double checked the address as they walked up to the front door. He was excited to meet up with TK again but also slightly nervous. "We've kept in touch via insta and text and stuff." he told Tommy. "But I've never actually met his husband. I was supposed to go to their wedding... but then I got struck by lightning."

"Which seems like a valid reason to skip a wedding." Tommy said, taking his hand. "But you are the most accident prone person I know. Even if you were a cat your nine lives would be close to running out by now." he joked.

Just as Evan was about to ring the doorbell, someone called out his name behind them.

They turned around and saw a guy of around Evan's age in some kind of uniform walk up to them, with a large Bernese Mountain Dog happily following behind.

"TK! Hey! Good to see you, man." Tommy hung back as Evan let go of his hand to hug his friend. "Are we early?" he gestured at TK's uniform.

"No, don't worry about it, it's fine. I just took Buttercup out for a walk first before we went up."

"Is he yours?" Tommy asked, scratching the dog behind its ears as it sniffed his pockets.

"My dad's. But he's away visiting family for a couple of days so he stays with us." TK explained. "And you must be Buck's hot pilot."

Tommy laughed and shook TK's hand while Evan's face turned an adorable shade of pink.

"Just Tommy is fine." He said and turned to Evan. "Just how many people have you told about me as the hot pilot?"

"I...Well... I just... I mean... Y-you are a hot pilot." Evan stammered.

"Hey, I get it." TK said, patting his shoulder. "I married a cowboy and a cop in one. A very hot one too."

They followed TK into the building and they took the lift up to their floor.

"Carlos is making ropa vieja from his grandmother's recipe. He's planned a whole three course meal."

"You didn't have to go through all of this trouble for us." Evan said but TK waved his comment away before opening a sliding door. "It's fine. He loves to cook. Babe, I ran into Buck and Tommy downstairs."

An attractive man Tommy recognised from the pictures Evan had shown him, came to greet them at the door. He kissed TK and unclipped the dog's leash before turning to Buck and Tommy.

"Hey guys, come on in. I'm Carlos, TK's husband. Nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Both of you."

"I might have called TK for advice when I was freaking out before our first date." Evan explained.

"And looking at you two now, it was pretty good advice." TK pointed out and ushered them further into the loft.

The place was nice. Stylish yet homey at the same time. TK quickly changed out of his uniform while Buttercup decided Tommy was his new favourite person in the world and draped himself over his lap, and Evan ended up helping Carlos in the kitchen.

"Just push him away if he bothers you." TK gestured to the dog staring lovingly at Tommy while he pet him. "He can get a little clingy."

"It's fine, I don't mind. Our neighbours had a Saint Bernard when I was a kid, I was always over at their place to play with it. This one brings back memories, don't you buddy?" he directed the last part at Buttercup before glancing around the loft again, eyes landing on a large terrarium. "What's in there?" he asked and TK's eyes lit up.

"That. is Lou. Louis the second. He's our lizard. Well... bearded dragon." TK stood up and opened the terrarium, moving a few things around, and lifting a lizard up out of it. "Carlos bought him for me, even though he's scared of him."

"I'm not scared of Lou. I just didn't want a wild flesh eating lizard loose in our apartment."

"I feel like there's a story there." Tommy prompted.

"Carlos is overreacting." TK insisted but didn't elaborate."Lou is actually really friendly and smart. And he likes Buttercup."

"And Buttercup was scared of him the first time they met." Carlos added.

Tommy listened to TK talk about the bearded dragon and made a mental note to look into where and how to possibly get one in LA. He'd have to talk to Evan about it but he had a feeling he'd be on board.

They spent the rest of the night swapping work stories while enjoying their dinner, and making plans for the rest of Buck and Tommy's time in Austin.

"I'll text you the details for that club I mentioned. You can meet the rest of our friends." TK promised Buck as he and Carlos walked him and Tommy to the door.

"And we'll meet in the park at noon tomorrow for the yoga class. I have an extra mat if you need it." Carlos told Tommy. The two had discovered a mutual love for yoga and agreed to go to Carlos' regular class together.

"And we can sit back and enjoy the view." TK said, bumping his shoulder against Buck's. "I'll bring virgin mojitos."

[xoxochb]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write one with Jason and a daughter of hades, just some fluff for them ps I love your writing I get so happy when they pop up in my tl :)

— the three headed dog

warnings: atod reference because I can’t be stopped pairing: jason grace x daughter of hades a/n: I wanted to include cerberus in this and I was thinking of bringing him to camp but he’s huge as fuck so I decided that why don’t read and jason go to the underworld?? but anyways thank you for your kind words anon ily 🫶🏼

“and this-” you turn the handle and open the door to your room “is my room!”

the room was large. much larger than your cabin at camp, which is why for the most part you would stay in the underworld with your father and step mother. the room had dark walls and black marble floors. a bed sits in the corner, with again black silk sheets and satin curtains around the top to block out any light from reaching you as you slept. the few things out of place on your bed were the stuffies beside your pillow— a moon, a cloud, a teddy bear (which jason had made for you), and a small cerberus. to the right of the room was a small dresser and a door beside it, a vanity on the opposite side. on the left side of the room there were double doors which lead to a bathroom

“well, this is my room. It’s nothing much, really. I spend most of my time in persephone’s garden anyways”

you drop jason’s hand and sprawl across your bed while he stands in awe. nothing much? this room was huge! along with your walk in closet behind one door and a large bathroom behind double doors. this could fit two whole cabins inside!

“I’m starting to understand why you’re never at camp” the son of jupiter jokes

you open your mouth to reply with a smart remark but a noise outside your window stops you. a gasp escapes your lips and you jump up, opening the screen to reveal cerberus the three headed dog. you squeal and take jason’s hand again and drag him out of the palace. you find the dog laying it’s three heads down on the underworld ground

“do you want to pet them?”

jason furrows his brows. “is it safe? how do I know one of them won’t eat me alive?”

“you’re fine. I’m here”

you walk to the heads and begin petting their fur softly. jason walks over and reluctantly and slowly pets another head. the dog lets out a whine when it realizes only two heads are getting attention. you roll your eyes and outstretch another to rub the last head

“my darlings, did you miss me?” you whisper to the heads

they lean into your hands in response, you take this as a yes. you turn to jason who seems to now be enjoying bonding with the creature. you make a mental note to bring him down here more often

“do they like me?”

you laugh. “they like anyone who pets them”

“so they’re not going to eat me alive?”

you shake your head

“do you want to finish the tour? we haven’t finished inside yet”

“I think I want to stay with my best friends longer”

a frown appears on your mouth and you cross your arms over your chest. “I sense favoritism. you’re girlfriend is supposed to be your best friend”

“you are my favorite, darling. just wait for tonight”

your face reddens but you don’t let his insinuation get far. “my dad has eyes everywhere. calm it down, casanova”

“are you saying you wouldn’t break rules for me?”

you walk past the two heads you stood between to be standing face-to-face with jason who watches you with a smirk

“I would burn this world for you. do you underestimate me?”

his smirk drops. “no. of course not”

“then remember that”

you stand on your tippy toes and place only a peck to his mouth, leaving him in search of your lips when you pull back so quickly. you smile and begin walking away, turning once to scold him, “hurry, we have a tour to finish!”

[shark-myths]

❄️ winter holiday fic roundup ❄️

🎅🏾 The Opposite of Amnesia

A decorating accident lands the boys in the E.R. a few days before Christmas.

🎁 Think of All the Fellas I Haven't Kissed

Like so many of Pete’s bad sexual decisions, the Mrs. Claus costume starts as a joke.

🎄 merry christmas, i could care less

All Pat wants for Christmas is to celebrate with her girlfriend. All Pete wants is not to let her down.

⛄ Promise You Anything

Normal people have resolutions about normal things. Pete has resolutions about Patrick.

☎️ Fall Asleep, Phone in Hand

Playboy poet Pete Wentz won’t get off the party line he shares with composer Patrick Stump; why would he, when it’s so fun making Patrick mad? When they meet by chance, Pete seizes the opportunity to become someone new—someone Patrick might even be able to fall for… Based on the 1959 film Pillow Talk.

🍗 Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Pete Wentz will do anything to get home in time for the holidays… even when everything goes wrong. Meeting Patrick Stump along the way? It’s either the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to him. They have forty-eight hours, and seven hundred miles, to find out.

🌌 A Home for the Holidays

A double booking leaves freshly divorced Patrick and seasoned single dad Pete stuck sharing a remote cabin for the week—the week of Christmas. With their children. And Pete’s dog. What could go wrong?

[audinosaur]

Please tell me more about the kyoutani and Yachi stepsiblings headcanon? I'm obsessed with thia concept

OF COURSE!! so glad u asked, this headcanon fills me with joy <3

‣ ok so in my mind madoka (yachi's mom) began dating kyoutani's dad while yachi was in middle school and kyoutani was starting high school

‣ and they technically don't get married until their kids have graduated high school, but kyouyachi still refer to each other as step siblings before it's official regardless

‣ yachi was TERRIFIED of kyoutani when she first met him omg. he had his default glare on his face and his hands were stuffed in his pockets and poor little hitoka was just internally panicking the whole time

‣ little did she know that kyoutani was equally as terrified (albeit for a very different reason, he was worried about making a bad impression, scaring off both hitoka & madoka and leaving his dad heartbroken)

‣ however! this nervousness faded when yachi saw kyoutani's phone background (a cute picture of his cute dog) and she, of course, had to show off her own (a silly picture of her silly rabbit) (bc if anyone were to have a pet rabbit it would be yachi)

‣ once they started talking about their pets the conversation flowed easily!

‣ yachi got kyoutani hooked on all her favorite girly kids shows, so now whenever anyone brings up sailor moon or winx club he perks up bc he knows the lore

‣ in return, he imparts all his eyeliner wisdom onto her

‣ i've mentioned this before but they edit some of their baby photos to make it look like they grew up together. then they'd give the photos to their parents as an anniversary present goof

‣ they rant to each other about crushes all the time!!! they related to one another on being enamored with someone unattainable that they greatly respected (kiyoko and iwaizumi)

‣ yachi has also heard all about how much yahaba pisses kyoutani off and has made countless jokes about how "you talk about him so much you might as well be in love with him lol"

‣ cue kyoutani turning into a blushing wreck of denial and yachi clutching her pearls like a scandalized aristocrat (she teased him relentlessly for months to come)

‣ kyoutani got her back when he properly introduced her to kanoka and realized yachi already had a massive crush on her

‣ additionally, kyoutani has proofread thousands of texts from hitoka to amanai (bc she needs to be double, triple, quadruple sure that it is "the best message to send" and makes her sound "cool" and not like "a desperate loser who wants to kiss amanai on the mouth")

‣ the kyoutani's are more quiet and relaxed compared to the anxious yachi's. kentarou & his dad really mellow out hitoka & her mom

‣ they go thrifting together all. the. TIME! literally one of their favorite pastimes is to try on ridiculous clothes and make up stories about who the previous owner was

‣ when kyoutani got his drivers license he automatically became yachi's chauffeur. his car also became "their" car as she began to leave some of her things in there and add her own hitoka flair (ie. a crochet bumblebee hanging from the front mirror)

‣ speaking of crochet!! yachi is such a crafty girl and she 100% crochets a bunch of things for kyoutani. namely she crochets little accessories and clothing items for his dog :)

that's all for now! these 2 are both such wonderful and interesting characters individually, so imagining their dynamic together is even more wonderful and interesting!!

[passivenovember]

Billy knows he's pregnant because he has a double whopper with no cheese on the way home from Loch Nora.

Billy hates the Burger King. It tastes like cardboard and the cheese burns noxious holes in his stomach, probably, but things change when you're gonna be a mom.

A dad. Whatever.

Steve Harrington shoots his wad and, like magic, like Steve Harrington's spunk has turned everything inside him into stardust, Billy can't get enough of the shit. He'd buy cologne made of BK's burger fat, if he could, and spend all day sucking on his wrist like a dog.

So. Billy's pregnant. It's obvious. Among other things.

And no one ever said Steve Harrington was smart, not in any way that matters, and Billy can't learn his lesson. They fuck on Thursday night because apparently this is a middle-of-the-week kind of arrangement, now, and Harrington comes apart inside of Billy because you're on the pill, Malibu, it's okay.

Billy likes it. Lets him. Thinks, there's probably no harm in it now that he's no longer the Virgin Mary. It feels immaculate, anyhow, that this could happen.

Steve fucks into him sloppy, losing his rhythm until he spills, and tears swamp Billy's vision so he misses the whole fuckin' thing. The main show.

He wants to keep the baby. No one ever said Billy was smart, either.

But there are things in this life he'll keep to himself. He's allowed that. He shares so much with Max and Steve, and by association all the other fucking people that love Steve, and it gets old.

He can have this.

Billy thinks that this could be just for him.

"Fuck, Billy," Steve pulls out, but not before peppering Billy's face with soft butterfly kisses. His breath smells like them. Like blueberry seeds, underneath it all, "Goddamn, your pussy's magic."

Billy's hole runs sloppy. Too fucked out to hold anything in.

Billy almost laughs out loud, because. It's magic. It's a joke, right, his pussy swallowed and now there's--

"Love that thing you do with your hips. Love the sounds you make when my shaft rubs--"

"You're a fucking pervert."

"I was normal, before you let me hit," Steve trails damp, sticky fingers through Billy's chest hair. "You hungry?"

I'm pregnant. "No."

"Sure?" Steve rolls closer on the mattress, nosing Billy's damp, pillow-squashed curls out of the way, "You smell like you could eat a fucking village."

"I'm fine."

"Orphans and all, baby."

"So fucking weird."

Steve hums. Pulls on Billy's earring with his teeth and then licks a wet, fat stripe over his bonding patch. Teasing. "If you're hungry I could get us food."

"I'm fine."

"Really, I just need to put some shorts on and I'm outta here, fuckin'. Pedal to the metal--"

"Jesus Christ, I said I'm not hungry so fucking drop it, asshole," Billy shoves away, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He feels around on the carpet for his jeans, his t-shirt, his converse.

Steve runs out of him, gluing him to 500 count Egyptian Cotton. Pisses him off.

"Billy," Steve says.

Billy tugs his socks on. He was freezing, apparently. Never realized it. His teeth chatter so he stoops, reaching for the closest hoodie shaped thing in their heap of discarded clothes, and then.

"You don't have to go, baby," Steve pokes him between the shoulder blades, gentle as a falling leaf. "Please stay."

"You're pissing me off."

"What else is new."

"I'm gonna--"

Steve wraps around Billy like a blanket, cock soft and sticky against Billy's tailbone. His legs are lean and strong, all muscle and good intentions, just like the rest of him.

Billy hates it.

He melts back against Steve's chest, anyway, vision swamped again.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong, or do I gotta beg?"

"Little manners might be nice."

"Billy Hargrove. Please tell me what's got you smelling like a sugar factory caught fire." Steve pets through his hair. Knows how it turns Billy to putty. Has to. "Omega troubles?"

Billy bites down on the inside of his cheek. Tastes blood. "You wouldn't get it."

"I could try," Steve tells him. His lips are soft against he back of Billy's neck, at his ear lobe, on the tense knob of his shoulder. "Please. Tell me so I can fix it."

"You can't," Billy says, traitor voice cracking open, raw, "You can't fix it. It's mine."

My life. My baby.

"Okay," Steve says easily. Kind and good and sweeter than anything Billy could ever deserve, "Stay the night, so I can cook for you before you fall asleep, and again in the morning."

Billy swallows, throat clicking like a dead lighter. Can't breathe, can't--

"It's alright," Steve kisses his neck, "Everything will feel better in the morning."

"We never should've started this bullshit," Billy sits up, heart lurching at the soft, pained noise Steve lets out into the air between them. He can't handle this shit. He can't do this, he can't--

"Billy--

"I'm pregnant," Billy says to Steve's Duran-Duran poster. Can't believe how young he feels, in this moment. Can't begin to wrap his head around the fact that he's twenty years old, and he's in Hawkins, Indiana, and he's going to have a fucking baby with someone who's got such a shitty taste in music, and--

He wants it.

More than he's ever wanted anything. Billy opens his mouth to say it, to scream it at the popcorn stucco, watching like a trillion angel eyes overhead.

But Steve breathes, like an old car trying to start. "You're sure?" He asks.

Billy's shaking even though Steve is a warm, solid weight against his back, burning them up. "Yes."

"How?" Steve asks, full of wonder, and Billy has to get away.

The carpet is heaven under his feet. "I've been. Eating a lot of Burger King."

"Burger King."

"Yeah. Cravings for shit I never liked before. Double whoppers with no cheese," Billy wrings his hands, "And. I didn't have a heat this month, so Joyce took me to the clinic. They said I'm only a few weeks along, but everything is good with her."

Steve makes a wet, heavy sound.

"I dunno. It kinda. Feels like one," Billy rubs a palm over his belly, quick as lightning, "I think it's a girl."

"Billy, please look at me."

Billy does, horrified but swallowing it, one bitter mouthful at a time. He plants his feet and everything bubbles up inside him. This is his life, his body, his baby, and he's going to to this for himself. Steve doesn't have to worry or fork out any cash or put his life on hold just because he knocked up some desperate omega--

Steve's crying. "We're having a baby."

Billy didn't expect this. He falters, mouth working in shocked silence.

But then Steve moves.

He pulls Billy to him, chest heaving as he laughs, high and bright. "Holy, shit we're gonna be parents," Steve twirls them, hooping and hollering like they just won the NBA championship. "Goddamn, your pussy really is magic!"

Billy giggles, in spite of himself. All the other shit melts away, for now, shadows receding under the blinding light of Steve Harrington.

"I can't fucking believe this," Steve says, pulling back to hunt over Billy's face, full of wonder. "Do you think she's gonna have your eyes?"

"I. I don't--"

"I feel like in high school science class we learned something about the brown eyes gene kicking the blue eyes gene's ass? But I would fucking die if our baby comes out looking like you."

"You're not," Billy swallows, choking on tears. "You're not mad at me? Or disappointed?"

"Disappointed?" Steve repeats, his face falling. "Billy, are you serious? No. No, I've fucking. Ever since I met you I've been sitting in this room every night twirling my hair around one finger and kicking my feet because, I--"

Steve's thumb rubs soft, soothing circles against Billy's cheek.

"Billy, I love you," He says gently, "I love everything about you. You're smart and you're hilarious and you're so beautiful--"

"--Steve--"

"--You make my heart feel like it's gonna beat out of my chest. I can't believe you let a loser like me climb on top of you, much less--"

Billy kisses him, eating up Steve's next words.

They don't matter, when Steve leads them back to the mattress. He eats every soft, gooey whimper out of Billy's lungs, swallowing them down and tasting the damp running between Billy's legs.

Makes love to him, while they talk about the future.

Steve only makes one joke about his dick hurting the baby's head, and Billy thinks they should sign up for a class or two.

[alluringnectar]

Timeless

abby anderson x fem!reader

a/n: srry ts might b a lil short lol, kinda rushed

summary: you go on a patrol with abby

warnings: sfw, slow burn, js kinda angst, not rlly tho

pt. 1 , pt. 2, pt. 3

it’s 5:45 in the morning.

the sky is still dark, you can hear the hums of cicadas and the hoots of owls.

you’re in the back of a W.L.F. truck, holding double barreled shot gun. infront of your view is alice and abby. even though its pitch black out, her features illuminate like the moon; at that point moths would even be attracted.

you didn’t realize you were even bouncing your leg until abby held your leg.

“nervous?” she asked, chuckling. “yeah, it’s my first patrol since i ever got promoted” you shyly admitted, “i’m scared im gonna fuck things up.” abby listened to you intently, finding comfort in your pure honesty. “everyone fucks up once in every while, it doesn’t get easier, just easier to handle.” you smiled, full of teeth, thanking her.

how could this even be the same girl Mel was talking about?

the truck comes to an abrupt halt, signaling it’s time to hop off. Abby, Alice, & you jump off, thanking the W.L.F. driver. “good luck girls!”

as you walk into the abandoned ruins of what was once a beauty thriving city, abby pulls out a map. “there should be a hospital around here somewhere. orders are to clear it and get all supplies.” you nod, following her as she walks to the abandoned hospital.

as you walk in, you feel shivers. you turn to look at abby, but she has a sad look on her eyes, like a sad puppy dog.

you hear barks, that takes you out of your thoughts. both abby and you flinched.

alice is barking at this door, abby and you budge it open.

then out of no where, a stalker jumps you. before you can take out your pistol, abby grabs a shiv and stabs it in the throat.

it lays there, blood seeping out.

“are you okay?” abby asks you, “yes, im fine thank you.” abby offers her hand and you take her in.

both you and abby look around the room.

its a chapel.

“ it’s pretty, isn’t it?” you say to abby as you admire the alter, the benches that once had many families praying for patients to get better. abby hums, and she asks, “do you believe in God?” you tell her, “I believe in God, i just dont know if he believes in me.” abby looks at you, “what do you mean?” “i believe he is real when i see fawns and their mothers taking care of eachother. i believe he is real when i see the sun taking care of the plants as the sunrays reach them. i feel like God doesn’t believe me when i see the sufferings of this world, when i lose the people i love, or i see the once humans so alive, laughing, crying, and other emotions trapped in all the fungus.” abby looks at you, intently staring and picking up at every feature.

“do you?” you ask, snapping abby out of her trance. “do i what?” abby asks. “believe in God?” abby sighs , “if God was real, maybe he wouldn’t have taken away my farther.” your heart hurts for her, and you embrace her, letting her know shes not alone. she returns it, holding you tight

you feel a sharp pain the back of your shin, causing you to hiss. “whats wrong?” abby asks you worryingly. you pull up your pants and replied “glass must’ve cut me with that stalker was on me.” “i don’t know how i didn’t feel it, must’ve been the adrenaline” you joke, causing abby to laugh.

“sit down, ill get you treated” abby says.

she wraps your leg and puts anti infection cream all over as she cleaned the wound.

“how do you know how to do all this?”

“my dad was a doctor, i only learned from the best.”

“your father was blessed to have you.”

“he would’ve liked you.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“let’s report back to base, we have supplies now anyways.”

you learned her farther name was Jerry.

as abby, alice, and you go back to base, alice is put into her kennel.

“see you soon alice!!” you both yell.

abby and you report your findings to other W.L.F. members then abby takes you to the infirmary because she swears it’s necessary.

and she isn’t wrong because Nora is telling you with an injury that severe you need to stay home and supervised.

abby volunteers, and now she’s next to you on the couch, with you falling asleep on her shoulder.

she could get used to this view.

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Love’s What Makes a Shatterdome a Shatterhome Chapter 7

“I still can't believe you called me Newt in your head this whole time.”

“This again?” asked Hermann. He was somewhere behind Newt, setting the table, even though they were just having breakfast in their combination kitchen/operating room. Hermann hated it when Newt called it that, so of course he did so constantly. “Everyone calls you Newt.”

“Except my mother.”

“Because she never calls you." Hermann knew the punchlines to all his jokes now. 

Newt double checked that the stove was definitely turned off before bringing their jiaozi to the table. 

“It's cool. I think Otachi cured my mommy issues. Dads are all the rage these days.” Newt reconsidered. “Well, except yours. He can go jump in a Breach.”

Hermann had mostly stopped trying to suppress his amusement at Newt’s jokes, and Newt found himself missing the slightly constipated look it used to give him. At least until he had naturally stumbled upon jokes about Lars Gottleib’s imminent, and often, painful demise. 

“Thank you for the meal,” was all Hermann said, but he said it with a slightly constipated look on his face.

Newt hadn't done a lot of cooking in the past decade or so of living in Shatterdomes with fully, if uninspiringly, stocked canteens, but cooking was basically science for hungry people. Of course he was good at it. 

“You know,” he said, through a mouthful of egg and tomato, “I think you'd be a good dad, dude. You have so much experience taking care of me. We really should get a pet. I think I'm a dog person.”

“I never would have guessed,” said Hermann, which Newt hoped was a reference to his undying loyalty rather than his tendency to get excited about treats. 

“I can’t remember if this apartment allows pets,” said Newt. To be fair, he hadn’t thought he would live there that long. 

“I believe it does,” said Hermann, but Newt felt anxiety filtering through the drift, which probably meant he thought it was a bad idea. It was disappointing but understandable. Newt could barely take care of himself.

The ghost drift had started to fade a few weeks after their last drift. It was still equal parts mortifying and comforting, but it was no longer a TMZ Tell-All, which was to say: Hermann was hiding something from him. 

Newt knew that Hermann was hiding something from him, but he didn’t know what. He was pretty sure it wasn’t bad news, because Hermann kept smiling at him, and Hermann hated giving people bad news, even if he had gotten very, very good at it. 

Newt was trying to trust. Not so much Hermann, who he had trusted with stuff a lot more precious than his life. Newt was trying to trust himself not to have already fucked everything up. 

On paper, they were doing fine. They were still living in Hong Kong. Hermann was still considering the job offer he also received from Shao Industries, and Newt had gotten an interesting proposal from a marine conservation group specializing in the effects of kaiju blue, but they were taking a break first. Hermann had actually been the one to insist on it. 

Sure, the PPDC paid shit, but there hadn’t been anything worth spending money on for several years, between the war rationing and endless work hours. They had both saved up enough to take it easy for a while. 

Hermann forbade Newt to even touch his notes until he’d been fully cleared for work by the actual doctors who were now treating him. 

They bit the bullet and came clean to Herc, who had taken the whole thing surprisingly well, according to Hermann. Newt thought another three weeks in quarantine was cruel and unusual punishment, but he had unprecedented neurological trauma, so no one listened to him. 

Newt also had a little bit of a medical phobia these days, but that was mostly his drift memories from Mutavore about being experimented on by the Precursors. 

He had always felt some compassion for the kaiju, but now it was more like empathy. After all, they were both bioweapons. 

Newt may never have been as pants-shittingly terrifying as Otachi, but he could have been just as dangerous.

Hermann had stayed with him as much as possible during the second quarantine, but it was at Kowloon General, so instead of a queen-sized hospital bed, Newt got a twin with a mattress that kept inflating and deflating underneath him to prevent bed sores. He insisted Hermann go home instead of trying to sleep in the cot offered by the hospital. Both their backs were still shot to hell. Hermann agreed, but he came back bright and early every morning with pastries from Newt’s favorite bakery. 

PPDC doctors who specialized in the drift were brought in, and Newt got to meet some of the J-Scientists who had developed the S.E.C.R.E.D. Handshake, which was pretty cool even if K-Science was definitely still winning their feud.

Eventually, Newt was allowed to leave Kowloon General Hospital, with promises of regular outpatient testing. When he jokingly suggested a party to celebrate, Hermann had actually agreed. 

Tendo and Allison lived in Shenzhen, where he still had some family, so they were at the top of the guest list. Allison had to work, but it turned out Mako and the Marshall were in Beijing on business and could make the trip to Hong Kong. 

They were traveling a lot these days, determining the future of the PPDC, if it had one at all in a world without kaiju. Raleigh usually went with them. He’d started writing a book. It was not a destined bestseller about his experiences saving the world. It would probably still be a bestseller, unless he published under a pseudonym, but it was about The Three Stooges. The man had hidden depths. 

Newt had spammed the group chat until everyone told him their favorite food and then spent several days sourcing ingredients. He was making omurice for Mako, potatoes au gratin for Herc, tacos de pescado for Raleigh, and cha siu bao for Tendo, who liked to be difficult. 

“Are you sure you don’t want any help with the cooking today, Newt?” asked Hermann, as if he was reading his mind, which he probably was. “I would be happy to provide assistance or pick something up.”

“What, you don’t think my cooking is good enough?” Newt asked, before he could stop himself. 

Hermann collected their empty plates. He insisted on washing the dishes, since Newt did all the cooking. Before taking them to the sink, he paused behind Newt’s chair and leaned forward to press a kiss to his temple.

 “Of course I do,” he said softly. “You know that.”

“Oh,” said Newt. Decades of lowkey self-hatred were hard to reprogram, even with a PONs.

“Yeah.”

“I simply think that you should get to enjoy the party, especially seeing as it is a celebration of your well-being.”

“Oh,” Newt said again, even though he knew that too, if only because Hermann wouldn’t stop saying it. “Well, I enjoy cooking. It’s another way for me to show off, and it generally goes over better than keyboard riffs or kaiju spleens. ”

“Very well,” said Hermann. “Then I shall leave you to it, while I obtain our guests and perhaps dessert?”

Newt perked up. “Salted egg lotus cakes from Chiu Quon?” 

He had developed a small addiction for the salted egg lotus cakes from Chiu Quon, and Hermann enabled him frequently. Newt still hadn’t nailed his copycat recipe, even though reverse engineering was kind of his thing.

“Of course.”

“Great! Maybe the others can help me identify its elusive flavor.”

“Which you’re certain is neither lotus nor salted egg?” Hermann asked, again.

“Don’t insult me, man. My palate is, like, super refined now.”

“Well, some part of you had to be. Do you intend to wear that to the dinner party tonight?”

That was a pair of Godzilla PJ pants and an old lab coat Newt had taken to wearing in lieu of an apron.  

“The dinner party in our kitchen-slash-operating-room?”

“Please don’t call it that.” Hermann wrinkled his nose. 

“Fine, I’ll put on a shirt,” said Newt, but when Hermann's nose only got wrinklier, he added, “and daytime pants.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“I don’t know, man.” Newt tried to make it sound like he was joking too, “but it must have been pretty fucked up.”

___

“たんじょうび おめでとう, ニュート-おじさん!”

“What?” said Newt. “Mako-chan, It’s not my birthday.”

Hermann set a platter on the table that Herc and Tendo had just cleared. Each salted egg lotus cake had a candle in it. 

“It’s a bit belated, but we didn’t get much of a chance to celebrate at the time,” said Hermann, plating three of the cakes for Newt. “Now blow out your candles.”

Newt blew obediently, still trying to wrap his genius brain around what was happening. His birthday was on January 19th, but the Battle of the Breach had been on the 12th, so it had been spent in quarantine. He’d had other things on his mind. 

In his mind. 

“Happy birthday, Newt Oji-chan,” said Mako, mostly in English this time. 

“Happy birthday, mate,” said Herc.

“Are you crying?” said Tendo, who liked to be difficult. 

“No!” Newt scrubbed at his face with the hand that wasn’t holding cake. “I got smoke in my eyes.”

“Happy birthday,” Hermann said softly, “and many happy returns.”

“Wow, Herms. I didn’t know you did impressions too. That was a perfect Winnie the Pooh.”

“Oh, so you don’t want your present, then?” asked Hermann, arching an eyebrow at him. 

“No way,” said Newt. “You guys just saved my life. You did not get me presents.”

“Just one,” said Herc, “but it has a lot of parts.”

“Some of them move,” said Raleigh.

“What?”

Hermann disappeared into his bedroom, which they’d been using for storage, and emerged holding something tucked against his chest.

It was a puppy.

“What the fuck?” Newt whispered, already out of his seat and reaching for the small bulldog who was doing their level best to stick their tongue up Hermann’s nose. They happily changed targets, and Newt buried his face in their fur, in part to protect his nostrils, and in part to hide the fresh wave of tears. 

“Max had puppies,” said Herc. “Dr. Gottleib thought you might like one. Mako and Raleigh bought the supplies, Tendo bought the toys, and I did the potty training.”

“I smuggled him in while you were in the kitchen,” said Raleigh. “I thought for sure you would hear him when he woke up during dinner.”

“That’s why you started coughing?” asked Newt, even though it was a little muffled by dog fur. “I thought I made the tacos too spicy.”

Raleigh looked offended. “No such thing.”

“What are you going to name him?” asked Mako. 

“I refuse to let you name him after a kaiju,” Hermann said before Newt could reply, “or a cartoon character.”

“It’s not your birthday, dude,” said Newt, even though it wasn’t technically his either. He lifted his head to get a good look at his new puppy, who immediately resumed efforts to lick his brain through his nasal cavity. “I think he kind of looks like a Marvin.”

“That is a cartoon character.”

“I could name him Leatherback.”

“Marvin is a lovely name,” said Hermann. 

___

“I love you,” said Newt, as he, Hermann, and Marvin settled into their bed that night. Newt had never put together the twin bed he bought at Hong Kong IKEA, and when he got back from the hospital, it had been replaced with a queen-sized one.

“I love you too,” said Hermann.

“I was talking to the dog,” said Newt, but then added, “Just kidding,” because he never wanted Hermann to feel unloved, even for a joke, even for a second.  

“I know,” said Hermann. He scratched Marvin under the chin, and Marvin’s leg started thumping the mattress involuntarily. 

“I still can’t believe you pulled off a surprise party. We're drift partners. How did you even- You hid it behind all that “celebration of your well-being’ bullshit, didn’t you?”

“It was not bullshit,” said Hermann, looking mildly offended. “It was the truth. Besides… I- Well, I know you miss our ghost drift. I do too, but I wanted to remind you that surprises can actually be fun. On occasion.”

“You really do love me, don’t you?” Sometimes Newt still asked out of insecurity. Mostly, though, he asked to hear Hermann's latest answer.

Last week, it had been, “Newt, if my love for you could be quantified, it could only be represented by the axiom of infinity.” Even Newt knew that was romantic as fuck, and the kind of math Hermann did was all Greek to him. Literally, in this case.

The night after that, it had been, “Newt, if my love for you could be quantified, it could also potentially be represented by the following.” Then he wrote out a limit on the chalkboard in their bedroom that Newt was starting to think had appeared there for exactly that purpose. 

Newt was able to solve the limit, but only because he’d watched Mean Girls so many times.

The limit did not exist. 

Tonight Hermann was apparently feeling a little less romantic, because he said, “Of course I do, you foolish man. I still don’t understand how you could have ever thought I hated you.”

“Well, you do call me ‘foolish man’ a lot.”

“Oh, goodness. Just because our academic debates get somewhat heated on occasion. It's like… our version of the Kwoon.”

Newt barked out a laugh, and Marvin joined in. “I guess you’re right.”

“Did you ever hate me?” asked Hermann.

“Of course not!” Newt denied immediately, and then realized he was making Hermann’s point for him. Goddamn Socratic method. “Except for maybe that one time you stepped on my heart.”

“Your heart should not have been on the lab floor,” said Hermann, just as he had at the time.

“Those things are slippery, man,” said Newt. “Oh, hey, that just gave me the best idea for a Valentine’s day present. Shit! I missed it when I was in quarantine again. Can we have a makeup Valentine’s Day too?”

Hermann’s unsuppressed smile was still Newt’s favorite. “I would be honored to be your Valentine any day, Newton Geiszler. Even if I am somewhat concerned you’ll present me with an actual organ.”

“Not likely.” Newt scoffed. “Those things are expensive. Although I will have to come up with something good if I want to compete with you, won’t I?” He was speaking to Hermann, but looking at Marvin, so his voice had devolved into baby talk by the end. 

Hermann leaned over the dog to ensure Newt’s attention was entirely on him. It wasn’t difficult. Newt had come to learn that Hermann’s mouth was generous in every sense of the word. 

“Not everything is a competition, Newt,” said Hermann, when the kiss came to an end. 

“Not with that attitude.”

Hermann wrapped a hand around Newt’s wrist. He had developed a tendency to ground himself by touching Newt’s pulse points, which, now that Newt thought about it, probably went back to that first drift with Mutavore.

Hermann didn't say anything, but Newt didn't need him to. Their silences were no longer awkward, or strained, or brimming with unresolved sexual tension. They were simply…

Home.

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 39

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

The lodge was buzzing. The big, open area was lined with rows of long tables, accompanied by high top tables on the ends. Down one end a group of guys was singing a cheery song that I had never heard before, but it made me smile. People of all ages, all clad in winter hats and hoodies, were slung about in small groups having a good time.

“Beers all around?” Carol asked, once the four of us were seated at a high top table by the bar.

After the elegant night at the winery, and bumping into Carol and Will before they went to the strings concert, I loved that Carol easily slipped into the more casual scene and could sling back beers on a whim. I was really looking forward to getting to know her better.

Dr. Miller rose to his feet and reached into the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet. When Will went to stand along with him, he motioned for him to sit. “Everything is on me tonight. What’re we drinking?”

“I saw a beer on tap as I passed by called Road to Ruin,” Carol explained, “I have to try that one.”

“Which means we may be on the road to ruin,” Will joked with a laugh. “A Miller Lite is fine for me.”

Dr. Miller looked at me with a smirk and a subtle wink. I smiled at him. “What kind of beer is the Road to Ruin?” I asked, glancing at Carol.

“It’s a double IPA.” She made a guilty face and looked to Will, who smirked and shook his head.

“I’ll try it,” I said to Dr. Miller.

“Two Roads and two Millers.” He motioned to himself and Carol. It took a second for it to click as he added, “I’ve got more Dad jokes up my sleeve.”

“That’s why I’m getting the Road to Ruin,” his sister joked.

When Dr. Miller went to retrieve our beers at the bar, Carol focused her attention on me. “My brother really seems to adore you.”

“Oh.” I smiled and raised my eyebrows, feeling my cheeks grow hot. I wished I had a drink to hide behind. “Yeah.. I.. I feel the same way.” I was so awkward and I couldn't hide it.

“Honey, don't embarrass the poor girl,” Will put a hand on her forearm with a chuckle.

“I'm just saying,” Carol went on. “You both seem very happy.”

“We are.” I gave a nod and a smile I couldn't contain. “I've never met someone like Joel.” When I sighed out loud, both of them gave a laugh and my cheeks reddened some more. “How was the concert last night on campus?”

“It was very nice.” Carol looked to Will and then back to me. “Elizabeth was one of those students you’ll always remember. She even came back to help out with building our school’s drama club set this year. They spent hours, probably too late most nights, working on all that.”

“Great kid,” Will added.

“What drama production are you guys putting on?” I asked.

“Legally Blonde,” they said at the same time, making Carol chuckle.

“I keep having to chase that little dog around the auditorium, nightly,” Will said with an eye roll and a smirk. “This one’s been eating her dinners alone a few times a week.”

“I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” 

Dr. Miller returned, barely able to carry all four beers, which so happened to be in oversized, frosty mugs. “They asked if I wanted the sixteen ounce or twenty-two ounce beers.” He gave a shrug, “I didn’t think anyone would oppose the twenty-two.”

“Certainly not,” Will said with a nod, reaching for the one Dr. Miller slid in his direction.

“Should we toast?” I asked, gently raising my glass just a few inches off the table at first.

“To Carol and Will,” Dr. Miller raised his glass before anyone could intervene, “May you have the long, happy life together.” He added, glancing at Will, “And to gaining a brother.”

“Amen.” Will tapped his glass against Dr. Miller’s and then mine and eventually Carol’s.

“Amen.” She smiled wide and that same warmth and happiness radiated out of her when she looked at her husband-to-be. “Should we get drunk and fool around?” She asked him, prompting Dr. Miller to plug his ears as if he was twelve years old.

I laughed out loud and Will snickered and shook his head.

“And she’s not even drunk yet,” he said with a laugh.

“Maybe I should’ve gone with the sixteen ounce,” Dr. Miller said, shaking his head with a smile.

“Are you going to do any skiing before the wedding?” Carol asked us.

Dr. Miller extended an arm across the back of the chair and grinned. He glanced at me and then back to his sister. “Possibly some snow tubing.”

“Safer.” She sipped her beer, “Good choice.”

“And are you two going to risk breaking a leg on the slopes between now and Saturday?” He asked them.

“We’re going to skip the black diamond,” Will said, joking around. “But we may take a few runs down the slopes tomorrow.”

“Risky business.” Dr. Miller brought the beer to his lips.

“It’s in our genes,” Carol reminded him.

“I would have to agree,” I chimed in with a shrug, “I mean, you started dating me.”

Carol gave a laugh. “I wasn’t going to say anything.” She purposely looked away and then back right away.

“Already the women side with each other,” Will said, pretending to be exasperated as he shook his head.

“Happy wife, happy life,” Carol reminded him with a little wink.

“Yes, dear.”

The night was fun and lowkey. Dr. Miller went up to get several rounds of beers for the group, denying each person who tried to jump in and pay, myself included. 

The same group of guys down the end that had been singing earlier got the entire room singing Sweet Caroline when it came over the speakers from someone’s jukebox request. It was one of those nights that got sillier and sillier and sillier.

I hadn’t been drunk in quite awhile, but I began to feel the effects of the alcohol and found myself singing along, swaying and holding Carol’s hand as we pumped our fists in the air to the, ‘Ba, ba, ba’ part of the song.

Honestly, I had never seen Dr. Miller so carefree since I’d known him. It was refreshing and rejuvenating to be a part of such a cheery, upbeat atmosphere. All the tenseness from the week had all but vanished. And it felt amazing.

When we finally cashed out and decided to call it a night, we exchanged hugs all around. I turned to Dr. Miller and gave a him a firm kiss on the lips when his sister and Will had rounded out of the lodge.

“You’re not ready to call it a night, yet, are you?” He asked.

I smirked at him. “What do you have in mind?”

Dr. Miller eyed an oversized clock on the wall. “We have about forty-five minutes-”

“Until what?” I interrupted, largely because of the buzzed feeling that left my filter flying out the window. 

He laughed a boyish laugh. “Let’s get our coats.”

“And then what?”

“And then I’ll show you.” He held out a hand and led me back up to the room. We bundled up quickly, despite my several silly attempts to seduce him, and then I let him lead me out into the night.

“Thirty minute warning,” a worker with a bright, red jacket informed us as we made our way toward the thinning crowd on the slopes.

“Where’s the tubing hill?” Dr. Miller asked.

The man extended an arm, “Take that lift up right over there.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, no.” I smiled and laughed as he towed me toward the station to retrieve a pair of snow tubes. We then made our way toward the lift.

When we got there, Dr. Miller helped me onto the seat with a one, two, three and then we were being raised into the cold, mountain air.

“Wow.” I soaked it in. “I’ve never even been on a ski lift. How do we get off?”

“We kind of.. glide and run.”

“Great.” I laughed again. “You may have to catch me.”

“Always.” Dr. Miller continued to stare in my direction until I turned back to him so we could share a kiss.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what?”

“For one of the funnest nights.. ever.” It was all I could come up with at the moment and we laughed together.

“It has been fun,” he agreed.

When we got close, he motioned up ahead. “Alright, we have to kind of just jump off and pepper your feet as you go so you don’t fall.’

“I’ll try.”

“Ready?”

“Nope!”

The bar raised and I giggled as he helped me off, stumbling as we went onto the snow. Neither of us fell, but it was hardly graceful.

“Wow, okay!” I reset. I was ready. “Now what?”

“Come on over.” Another man in a red jacket waved us on and we wandered down over toward him. “You can go side by side in these two lanes if you want.”

I could clearly see the man made snow lanes that had been made. They looked like giant, icy slides.

“Ready now?” Dr. Miller asked, taking the lead as he planted his tube and laid head first on top of it where the worker instructed him to do so.

I breathed out a wintery breath and laid down on my tube beside him. “What does the winner get?”

“What does the winner want?” Dr. Miller smirked at me.

“Beers or sex,” the young man butted in from behind us. When we both looked back at him he added, “That’s what people usually bet on up here.”

I let out a laugh and raised my eyebrows. “How about both?” I asked him.

“Sounds like a win-win,” Dr. Miller said.

“When you’re ready to go, just push yourself to the spray painted red line,” the worker explained, “ Once you’re past that, there’s no turning back.”

I walked myself up with my hands and feet, feeling like a turtle with an upside down shell. When I got to the faint line, I glanced over at Dr. Miller. “Should we count to three?”

“One..” He began, “Two..” There was a dramatic pause and I finally cracked a smile. “Three!”

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