#gonna take a while to work my way through them ^ ^;

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Ride

Summary: Javi's a ride you can't resist (aka, it's more PWP LMAO)

Word Count: 1.9K

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: It's all porn again, sorry- Javi's POV, unprotected p in v (pls do not do, but who am I to say), oral (m receiving), Javi is down BAD for you bouncin' on that thang, idk y'all, make men yearn insatiably 2025 is the motto for the year, I don't make the rules

A/N: Hey, remember when I said I was gonna write this and then didn't? Guess who finally finished this thing 🤠 Shout out to @yxtkiwiyxt for gracing my brain with this idea, and to @gothcsz for being insane about it with me!!! @jolapeno I'm dragging you into this, too heheheh y'all, it seems like it's 24/7 horny hours over here, so apologies about being insufferable for This Man™️ enjoy, before someone eventually (and inevitably) calls animal control on me!! (we're also considering this piece a research project, fellow pillow princesses rise up LMAOOOOOOO)

He doesn’t notice the way the corner of his lip has been turned upward since he left your apartment. The strain in his cheek muscles are the last part of his body he’s concerned about. 

It takes everything in him to pretend like he’s did have to waddle to his desk through the office this morning. While there’s a part of him that curses the fact he can’t handle himself the way he used to as a younger man, he’d be lying out of his goddamn teeth if he said that he’d never been happier to be this sore. 

And he’s only got you to blame. 

It’s safe to say his work efficiency is absolutely fucked today. The only thing he has the mental capacity for is the image of you, straddled across his hips, riding him until he was half way convinced he’d never walk again. 

It had started off innocent enough, your body draped across his on the couch, re-runs of a sitcom he couldn’t be bothered to remember playing in the background. It wasn’t long until you had found a way to crawl into his lap, cute and giggly pecks of your lips shifting into a frantic dance of tongues and teeth, hungry and needy. 

“Let me take care of you, Javi.” 

You had whispered it in his ear like a siren song, the sultry promise of your words making him grow harder by the second beneath you. 

It was a luxury he had forgone for too many years to count, to let someone else take the lead- to work herself slowly into his lap, worship every inch of him, and fuck him in a way he was convinced he’d never be worthy of. 

In Colombia, sex was far from luxurious. Better yet, sex was a survival instinct- a way to gain intel from questionable informants or a chance to finally numb his mind from the pressure and terror of the things he’d endured, even if just for a little while. It simply existed as another need, like food or water, a way to keep him alive in the chaos of a cartel ridden country. 

But now, he’s home. He wakes up in the morning to the soft Laredo sunrise and closes his eyes to the cicadas chirping as the sky shifts to darkness, unburdened by the weight of the world that used to haunt him. Now, he slips into bed next to the warmth and softness of your figure, curled in the sheets next to him. 

Now, the world is different, because he has you.  

Sex is no longer a need. It’s an overwhelming want that stirs his stomach every time he sees you. It’s a desire that burns deep in his chest, an all consuming thought, an itch he just can’t scratch. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t get enough of you. 

He still doesn’t understand how you can’t get enough of him, either. 

It’s not your words that solidify his belief that he’s worthy of you, even though every time you talk to him, he’s convinced he can’t breathe- He knows you love him from all the things your words can’t say. Your tender touch, gentle kisses on his lips whenever there’s a chance for them to meet, the way you can’t help but let your hands wander his body until they’ve explored every part of him with a fervent promise of desire. 

Perhaps there will always be a part of him convinced he’s not deserving of you, but with the way you have your hands wrapped around his cock, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, it’s all the convincing he needs for right now. 

It’s not long until your hands become your mouth, tongue dragging up and down the length of his shaft, swirling around his tip before sinking down so deep, he can feel the huffs of warm air from your nostrils tickling the hairs at his base. He’s lost in the warmth and wetness, hand tangled in your hair as he cradles the back of your head, gently guiding you up and down while you take him down your throat. 

As if he wasn’t wrecked already, it’s the devilish grin you shoot him with his cock buried deep inside your mouth, split dribbling down the corners of your curled lips, that has him all but whimpering, soft expletives and moans rapidly spilling out of him. 

He’s so drunk on you, eyes closed and head tipped back against the edge of the couch, he’s barely even registered when you’ve stopped, only looking up at you when he feels the way your weight has shifted, one hand bracing yourself against his chest while your hips hover over his cock. 

“You ready for me, cowboy?” 

He swears that one day that smirk will be damn near enough to kill him, but God knows he won’t let today be that day- not with what you’re about to do. 

All he can do is nod, the both of you breathless as you begin to sink down his length. It’s almost painfully slow, the way you’re taking him an inch at a time, teasing him the whole way down until you settle with him stuffing you to the brim, whining as your hips finally flush with his, taking everything he has to give. 

He’s not sure what higher power he needs to thank that you have the mercy to start slow- anything but the later, and he would have had no choice but to finish right then and there. His arms reach around your waist, fingers dipping in the dips of your hips as you roll them, like he’s holding on for dear life. 

Javi wishes his hands could be everywhere as you lean down to kiss him, that they could grope and grab at the plush of your breasts, cup your face, and smack your ass all at once. He needs you in a way that’s all consuming, a way that lets you know how lucky he is to have every part of you be his, and his alone. 

He’s handsy and fumbling like a goddamn teenager- you know it just as well as him. He should be embarrassed by the little giggle you give him in between the muffled moans of your mouths meeting, but he doesn’t care. Instead, for the first time in years, Javi laughs along with you. 

“Handsy, much?” You tease, nostrils crinkling and lips curling. 

“Can’t get enough of you, hermosa. Can never get enough of you.” 

You grant him one last kiss before you pull away, biting down on your lip as you watch his jaw drop at the way you shift your hips, leaning back to drag your cunt up and down his cock, sliding effortlessly with the way it’s drenched with your slick. 

The once forgiving ease of your pace has dissipated, your bottom half rocking as you ride him. He can’t decipher if the sultry smile spread across your face is from your own doing, or from the way he’s looking up at you, entranced and captivated by every movement you make. 

It’s enough of the second to seem to spur you on, bouncing faster on his length as your hands creep up your own chest, cupping your breasts in your hands to hold them as they jiggle. When your fingers slide across your pebbled nipples, tweaking the hardened buds between your index fingers and thumbs, Javi all but short circuits. There’s an extra ache in the way his cock throbs, watching the show you’re putting on for him. 

There’s something harmonious about the way your moans melt with the slap of your hips meeting his. Sure, it’s lewd, but fuck, if it isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard, watching you lose yourself in pleasure with the warmth and wet of your pussy wrapped around him. 

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, you’re so perfect. Look so fucking pretty bouncing on my cock.” 

He’s not sure how he even has the capacity to form coherent thoughts anymore, desperate and needy babbles falling from his parted lips like an endless waterfall of praises, just for you.  

“Feels so good, Javi. So fucking good.” 

Your cocky facade is beginning to fade, eyes scrunched shut in focus with every thrust up and down his length. It hasn’t taken him long to recognize the expression now plastered across your face- Javi knows it’s the reflex that tells him you’re close, that it won’t be much longer until you’re clamping down around his cock, the sound of his name hitching in the back of your throat as you cum. 

Your once methodical rhythm has transformed into something fiercely frantic, arching your back so that you can reach behind and brace yourself on his thighs, fingertips digging deep half moons into his skin. 

He’s too all consumed to do anything but watch, to take in the beauty that radiates off of every part of you straddled across his lap. 

He relishes in the melodic symphony of your moans, muffled and mixed with expletives between heavy breaths, lost in the soft sheen of sweat glistening over your skin, shimmering from the way you’ve all but conquered him, hips grinding down on him, taking all of him over and over. 

There’s a selfish war raging in his head amidst his mesmerization- One side wishing he could stay like this forever, keep you perched over his lower half, cock stuffed inside you until your bodies give out. The other prays you cum sooner rather than later- He won’t until you do, and lord knows it’s taking every ounce of self restraint he has left to make sure that happens. 

Fuck, maybe you really are trying to kill him. 

“Oh f-fuck- Fuck, I’m close, Javi.” You whimper, your grip around his thighs growing impossibly tighter as you furrow your brow in focus, not daring to let your pace falter, not when you’ve found the spot where the head of his cock fits perfectly inside you. 

“Use me, baby. Fuck- use me, pretty girl.” 

It’s not much longer until you’ve reached your peak, feeling the way you tighten around him as you soak his length with your slick, the once steady rhythm of your hips faltering as you cum. 

Your head thrusts back, chest heaving as you cry out his name, over and over, a sound he swears he’ll never tire of as long as he’s alive to hear it. Because when it falls from your lips, it stirs something so deep inside him, knowing he’s the reason you feel this way. 

That you’re his. 

There’s only moments until Javi’s following suit, fingers buried in the soft dips of your hips as he takes one final thrust, moaning into the crook of your neck while he cums, letting your pussy milk him of everything he has to give. 

The two of you have become a hot, sweaty mess of limbs, melting into each other’s bodies, unsure of where one starts and the other ends. But even with your head rested against his shoulder, he can feel the way your cheeks tense to house the smile spread between your lips. It’s only then he recognizes the same strain in his face, the subtle smirk he can’t seem to shake whenever he’s with you. 

It’s also then he realizes, as long as he’s with you, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to. 

“What’s that grin for?” You tease, sitting up to plant gentle kisses on his cheeks, brushing away the dark curls dangling over his forehead. 

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?”

“Well, good thing I feel the same then, huh?” 

Both your smiles stretch wider as he cups your jaw in his palm, his hand just big enough to let the ends of his fingers wrap around the back of your head, pulling your mouth to his, letting your lips lock for a moment before you break away. 

“Thanks for the ride, cowboy.” 

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[earlysunshines]

strawberry-flavored kisses

danielle marsh x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: it's valentines day so you and your amazing beautiful awesome lovely girlfriend bake cookies for your friends and loved ones (while also sharing sweet kisses in between)

warnings: noneeee pure fluff lolz ; established relationship ; they're so in love it PAINS me; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread

a/n: happy valentines day!! (same y/n and dani from sunshine girl but also you don't have to read it first LOL it doesn't rly matter k bye enjoy!)

working on valentines day–especially as a barista—is like willingly walking through the gates of hell. the sheer number of couples waltzing in with their fingers intertwined, muttering sweet nothings while ordering the cherry blossom latte special is enough to send any single person in a spiral. 

unfortunately for your coworker soobin, today that barista is him.

he’s been stuck taking orders during the afternoon rush, forcing a polite smile each time a customer leans over to press kisses to their partners temple, hand, cheek, or even lips (which earns the most noticeable reaction from the guy). it happens more times than you can count on both hands, and each occurrence earns a subtle, annoyed scrunch of his nose.

you’re more than grateful that you work with your girlfriend, danielle, because if you didn’t—you’d probably be on the floor dying from heartache one hour in.

you and danielle share a knowing glance each time since you’re stuck together making all the drinks and serving the pastries in the display, both of you stifling laughter with each look. danielle is much sweeter than you are, so she tries to be subtle about her amusement. you, on the other hand, are not as merciful, watching soobin’s growing misery with shameless amusement.

soobin slides down the last receipt after the line of four couples is tended to, giving you a glare. “you guys are evil and i hate you both so much.” he groans before reaching over to grab a piece of strawberry tiramisu for another order. 

“it’s not my fault love is in the air~” you tease as you tamp down grinded beans, nudging danielle with your elbow.

danielle grins, lingering against you. “yeah, soobin. maybe you should try being happy for them! look at how cute they all are.”

soobin gives you both a deadpan look before calling out an order, and once he’s done, he says through gritted teeth, “easy for you lovebirds to say.”

just as you’re about to respond, another couple walks through the door, giggling as they gasp in awe at the pastries laid out. soobin sighs, putting on his customer service demeanor, and bracing himself while you and danielle bite down your laughter.

“i feel bad for him, y/n.” danielle mutters as she pours steamed milk into a cup, making a beautiful heart design. “he looks like he’s in actual, physical pain…” she adds, looking over to see the couple in front of the register sharing a quick peck before scanning the menu again.

“i think he’s going to pass out, or air out the place.” you murmur, watching as his fingers claw at the counter.

danielle looks around, then leans closer, her breath warm against your ear. you shiver at the proximity, feeling her lips brush against you just barely as she says, “maybe we should order the cherry blossom latte and hold hands while doing it. you know, just to mess with him.”

“i like the way you think.” you chuckle, smiling down at the shot you’ve just pulled. “maybe a kiss too?”

“you just want an excuse to kiss me, don’t you?”

“i don’t need one. after we clock out i’m gonna kiss you soooo much. just wanted to let you know.” you shrug, moving back to the other side of the espresso machine to weigh out coffee grinds. “my valentine’s day special.”

danielle rolls her eyes but smiles at you, biting her lip at your bold remark.

—

all three of you clock out at the same time when the other three evening shift workers clock in. you all head to the back, and soobin dramatically leans against the wall with his heart shaped doughnut that he stole from the display. you and danielle giggle, earning a defeated look from your poor coworker. 

danielle kisses your cheek in front of soobin before you two head out, earning another groan from him. even if he’s in lots of emotional pain, the tips from the dreadful shift were wonderful. you and danielle know how lovely the tips are on holidays, so you two made a plan prior to bake cookies for your friends, which is why you’re immediately on the way to the grocery store to spend your combined cash tips.

(you make sure to let soobin know that you’ll save some of your treats for him, telling him he can come by your place anytime he wants. it’s only fair considering he was on register duty most of the shift.

plus, it’s valentine’s day! it’s only fair to spread the love you two have for your loved ones.)

the grocery store is also filled with a handful of last-minute valentine’s day shoppers, but you and danielle still manage to fill your basket without much waiting or trouble. she sings along to can’t take my eyes off of you—which is playing louder than usual on the speakers—with a packet of chocolates in her hand as the microphone. you laugh, taking a video of her when she skips down the aisle singing happily. 

by the time you get back to your house, the kitchen smells like butter and sugar, and the speakers are playing your carefully curated valentines playlist. can i call you rose? starts playing and you suddenly stop stirring the strawberries you’ve been boiling on low, gasping dramatically, “this is my song.”

danielle giggles at your antics and squeaks when you pull her away from the counter suddenly to serenade her lovingly.

“can i call you rose?” you sing, before twirling her around. “cause you’re sweeeeet like a flowerrrr in bloooom~”

“you’re so cheesy,” danielle giggles, twirling you around right after she says it. “you’re going to burn the jam!”

“soobin’s disease spread to you,” you joke.

“and what disease would that be?”

“being single.”

she rolls her eyes at your response before leaning in to kiss your nose. “i’m immune to that because of you, silly.”

not so long after you sway side to side playfully, you return to your baking duties. she mixes the wet ingredients while you finish up the jam, and you steal loving glances at her when she’s too focused to notice.

both of you are side by side again once you bring out the finished jam, placing it on the counter she’s now rolling the dough on. she hands you golfball-sized piece for you to shape, laughing at how carefully you work with it.

“you’re putting extra effort into these, huh?” danielle teases, watching as you carefully press your thumb into the dough.

“i have to. hyein will insult me like crazy if they’re ugly.”

she laughs, bumping her shoulder against yours. “true. minji and hanni will definitely do the same if they turn out deformed…”

you snicker, then continue to perfect your first cookie out of many. 

you and danielle work silently as the music in the background hums. you glance at danielle, who’s sleeves are rolled up as she pours jam into the small, heart-shaped dent in the cookie. there’s flour on he cheek, and when you reach over to brush it off, she scrunches her nose at the ticklish feeling.

“you have some on your sweater too.” she teases, pointing at the flour on your clothes.

“yeah, yeah.” 

the two of you fall into an easy rhythm, shaping the cookies together and pressing small hearts into the center for jam. you’re focused on the start of your seventh cookie when you catch danielle sneaking a spoonful of jam in the corner of your eye.

“that’s for the cookies!” you scold, nudging her playfully. 

“i had to make sure it’s good!” she argues, licking jam off the corner of her lip. 

“oh, so you don’t trust me? wow…” you huff.

“i just needed to make sure!”

“there’s only a limited amount of—” before you can finish your sentence, danielle suddenly leans in, using her fingers to tilt your chin down before kissing you softly. you get a taste of the jam, it’s almost as sweet as the person kissing you—literally. you hum, feeling your shoulders relax as her fingers sneak to the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

she pulls away and grins like she’s just gotten away with something. “there,” she murmurs against your lips. “good, right?”

your brain short-circuits for a moment before you blink at her, your face heating up. “you’re so—”

“amazing? yes, i know. now stop distracting me! we have to finish these cookies…”

“you’re the one who—” she cuts you off again, kissing you a little longer than last time before parting fully. you giggle at her antics, nudging her. “do you like the jam or did you just want to kiss me?” you question with feigned annoyance.

she hums thoughtfully, tapping her chin with her finger like a cartoon character. “all of the above.” she says while flashing a cheeky smile.

and just like that she gets back to work, leaving you flustered and giddy. you angle yourself weirdly to press a kiss to her cheek, earning a giggle before she tells you to finish up your cookie.

—

once you finish making a little over three dozen cookies, you and danielle are beat.

you both clean up a bit before washing your hands, set a timer, and then danielle flops onto the couch. you follow after, sitting next to her and leaning your head against hers. she shifts and puts her arm around you, pinching your cheek with two fingers.

“tired?” she asks.

“yes…” you respond. “but not too tired to kiss you…?” you add, turning your head to stare at her lips.

she leans closer, pecking your lips quickly before responding, “wow, cupid must’ve hit bullseye on your heart.”

“now look who’s so cheesy.” you giggle, nose brushing against hers. 

“yes because i love you, my valentine.”

“i love you too.” you say before meeting her lips in a tender, loving kiss.

your playful exchange of kisses lasts a few minutes, and you plan to continue until the timer rings. what you didn’t take into consideration was the fact that your younger cousin—hyein—would be back home so soon. 

and so, when you hear a dramatic groan along with the door closing, you two pull apart with flushed faces.

“oh my god, gross…” you hear from the entrance, turning around to see hyein with a half-disgusted and half-amused look on her face. “just because it’s valentines day doesn’t mean you get to be all lovey-dovey on my couch.”

“but we made cookies to share…” you respond defeatedly.

“were you guys being lovey-dovey while making them?” you open your mouth to reply, but pause, and hyein takes that opportunity to groan even louder. “gross…”

“oh shut up, i know you’re gonna devour like five of them in the same minute.”

“hey!” 

danielle giggles at the banter, and then all of you turn your heads toward the oven when the timer rings. 

“i promise the cookies are good. please take some as an apology?” danielle suggests, “there’s strawberry jam on them, and it’s really good.” she adds as she pinches your forearm, reminding you of the strawberry-flavored kisses from earlier. you blush.

hyein laughs, then happily sets her bag down before rushing over to the oven. you give danielle a look and she gives you the same one back before kissing you quick enough so hyein doesn’t notice.

“happy valentines day. i love you.” she says, tugging at your hand. “let’s go eat these cookies… we might need to make another batch if they’re too good.”

you laugh, following her to the kitchen island. “yeah, i was thinking that too. maybe being considerate wasn’t the best idea.” you joke, then kiss her forehead before muttering, “happy valentines day. i love you more.”

you hear hyein groan once more.

“i’ve seen enough couples at school today and i do not need to see another show of pda in the comfort of my own home.” hyein says loudly. “can you take the cookies out now?”

you scoff playfully before finding the oven mitts, smacking hyein on the head with them before you open up the oven to take out the first tray. the scent of the cookies fill the house with a sweet, irresistible aroma.

(but not as sweet or irresistible as your lovely valentine.

nothing can beat her at that.)

[bratbarzal]

hey maggie😈 I know this is for exes to lovers but any spin of this for tsou/lih luke: “you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

✩‧₊˚ bratbarzal's valentines event!˚₊‧✩

“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.” with our boy!!!! LIH/TSOU!LUKE!!! this probably fits in the timeline of tsou part two - and I feel like the vibes of this are gift giving, but because there's technically two gift giving scenes coming up, I did something a little different/cute for this!! again I switched up the phrasing of it a little to match their vibe but I hope you like it Hannah ily!!

Luke: hungry?

You: starving

Luke: I'll pick you up

Hanging out with Luke has all of a sudden become as easy as that - throwing on an old hoodie and running out to his car when it drives by your sorority, never thinking you'd be so grateful that he chose to spend his break back in Michigan instead of taking an actual, much needed, vacation.

You'd chirped him at first, calling him crazy for picking this place over somewhere sunny and warm, but as he drives over to the mall, your passenger seat heated so that you're all cozy, and the all too familiar scenery blurring through your window, you're grateful he has such an attachment to the area.

Especially after the week you've had - you just need a moment to be away from everything and everyone.

"I'm gonna run in, do you want me to leave the heat on?" he asks as he unbuckles his belt, twisting over to you as he grabs his wallet from the tray below the console.

You nod, a shy smile offered in return of the one he gives to you.

"I'll be 10 minutes, max, I'm gonna leave my keys, lock the door behind me," he tells you, flicking at your nose affectionately as he adds, "No joyrides."

You roll your eyes and swat at his hand before watching him retreat - watching all the way until he disappears into the mall, glancing back at you as he turns the final corner, and busying yourself with your phone until he taps on your window maybe ten minutes later, scaring the living crap out of you.

"Jesus," you huff, reaching over to unlock the doors, opening the one on your side so you can take the bag precariously hung over his fingertips while he balances a drinks holder in his hand. You check in the bag as he rounds the front of the car, noticing a few different things from different places, smiling to yourself as you realise he's picked up your favourite things.

You wonder if he has developed a sixth sense for when you're a little down, or a little quieter than usual, or if this is just what he does, regardless. Texts you out of the blue, picks you up from your house, drives you across town to the mall with the food court and hops around until he has everything to make you happy again.

Either way, you're grateful.

Luke shuffles into his seat before he puts the drinks down in the middle of the two of you, and you glance down. Two large diet cokes and something little lodged between them.

"You got me a milkshake too?" You gasp, taking the smaller cup from his hold and looking inside.

"Yeah, 'cause you like to dip your fries like a freak."

"You remembered?" You pull out said fries, grabbing one to eat as you watch him shudder dramatically.

"Stuff like that is pretty hard to forget," he steals one of your fries and throws it into his mouth. "I got your order perfect, give me a little credit, here," he adds around it, eyes meeting yours as you smile over at him.

It's been a while since you've done this - sat in the front seat of his car, a tray of food between the two of you and no other plans. It used to be your thing sometimes, when he'd pick you up from the club in the summer, taking a detour to a drive thru and eating junk food, just the two of you, away from the judgement of his more-regimented older brothers. It helped when you got back to the house, and the rest of the guys had worked through most of whatever Quinn might have cooked up, and you were left with scraps.

You still wonder how none of them ever clocked onto how you and Luke were both miraculously not that hungry at the same time - Luke especially, who pretty much eats his family out of house and home on any given day of the week. But maybe you pay more attention to him than most people.

When you think back on it, compared to how the two of you have been over the last few months - you realise how surface-level your relationship might have been back then. Yeah, you told Luke more than you told most people about yourself - about your family, your life, your job, or whatever - but it was nothing compared to how things have been since the two of you seriously became friends.

The two of you talk every day - about school, about hockey, about how you're feeling, about how he's coping - and it feels a lot more even, this time, like there's a balance there.

The thought brings a soft smile to your face as you reach into the bag and pull out your sub, a wave of appreciation washing over you at all the effort he put into getting all the things you like.

"The boy did good," you tell him, meeting his eye again to give him an assured grin as you unwrapped your sandwich, "Are we going halves?"

"Of course we're going halves," he playfully rolls his eyes, taking the half that you offer him and switching half of his sub back over - part chicken caesar and part turkey and ham. "It doesn't taste right when I get it on my own, anymore."

"I know," you laugh, holding it out for him to cheers before you can start eating. "I don't think I've had one since the last time we got it together." You take a bite of yours, covering your mouth as you chew and notice him watching you, amusement flashing in his eyes, a similar smile to your own stretching at his lips before he takes his own bite, humming and nodding in approval at the taste.

"'S'good," he mumbles around his mouthful, and you snort around your own, reaching for your coke to wash it down.

"It's the best," you correct him, fighting the temptation to reach out and swipe your thumb against the corner of his lip, wiping away the smudge of sauce left behind.

[littleindulgences]

If he were in the business of being honest with himself, Simon would admit that he was actually kind of nervous. He turns the blank white envelope over and over in his hands, watching you from across the mess hall. You’re sitting with a squad of recruits today, getting to know them for reasons he can’t fathom. Your smile warms him all the way from here.

“Ye just got to do it, LT,” Soap remarks with his mouth full. “‘S the only way to put it to rest.” Simon just grunts. He’s still a little loath to admit that he has a crush on you—it’s childish, and embarrassing, and compromising…

But he can’t help it.

He watches you exit the mess, the recruits trailing after you like ducklings. The envelope twists in his hands.

“She’s got range duty for the next two hours,” John says with raised eyebrows as he takes a sip of his drink. Simon purses his lips under the mask. His team stares at him pointedly.

“Ah, fuck off,” he grumbles, rising from the bench and walking off. “Arseholes.”

“Good luck, LT!” Soap calls after him. Simon flips him the bird. The Scot’s cackle follows him out.

Ghost wanders into the barracks, taking a winding, looping route that doesn’t do anything but make his apprehension worse. He finally forces himself to take Johnny’s advice and just fucking do it, and he marches right up to your locked door and slips the envelope underneath.

There. Nothing more to do but wait.

What the fuck. What the fuck. The note lays flat on your cot, rather unassuming, except for the newspaper-cutout letters and the thick black marker scrawling out a time, a place, and “You’ll Be Mine” with a little heart underneath.

“Well that’s…terrifying,” says Alicia, your bunkmate.

“Mhm,” you say. You’ve been staring at it for five minutes.

You found the envelope on the floor when you came back from training. It was blank except for the puppy dog sticker on the back, clearly intended to mimic your callsign: Watchdog. You’d opened it without a thought and found this, a threat/ransom note of what you think was meant to be a valentine.

“You’re not gonna go, are you?” Alicia asks.

You suck in a breath through your teeth and make a noncommittal noise. Alicia throws her hands up.

“Babe. You will get snatched if you go.”

“Not necessarily! Besides, if I go, then I know who sent this to me and can like…confront them or something,” you defend.

“Or you could take this to Price and report it,” Alicia deadpans, ever the voice of reason. You wave her off. She rolls her eyes and stands, bumping your shoulder. “Whatever. I’m heading out, my girlfriend’s waiting for me. Please try not to get kidnapped?”

“I’ll do my best,” you reply and give her a peck on the cheek.

But there are no guarantees in your line of work, and this is no exception. You narrow your eyes at the note. Bring it on.

You came. Holy shit this is farther than Simon thought he’d get. His palms feel sweaty. Did it get hot out all of a sudden?

“Ghost, you gotta calm down, mate,” Gaz whispers, motioning at him to breathe.

“I’m fine,” Simon snaps. You’re right there, turning every so often, peering into the dark with that look of concentration he loves on you. He can imagine the way your nose wrinkles and the way your tongue pokes between your teeth.

Simon shakes himself. Get it together, soldier.

“Alright, it’s go time!” Johnny whispers, and nudges Simon out of the shadows. “Go get ‘er LT!”

Simon takes one last deep breath and starts across the field to you.

Whoever invited you here is fuckin’ late. You’ve always been of the mind that early is on time and on time is late, which is most people’s opinion here anyway. And the note said 2100 hours! It’s coming up on 2105 now.

The note didn’t even name a meeting place, either, just coordinates that led to the massive oak tree behind the shooting range. Which isn’t suspicious at all. You turn in a slow circle every so often—head on a swivel and all that. While you were all bravado with Alicia earlier, you were a little tiny bit worried that maybe something would happen. You made sure to bring your bear mace with you, in the end. Just in case.

You’re about to call it quits and head back when a huge meaty hand falls on your shoulder.

Before you can blink you’ve whipped around, depressing what has to be half the canister on your attacker. They crumple, and you take the chance to plant your hands on their shoulders and your knee in their balls, sending them into the dirt. You take off running. Your heart climbs into your throat. Holy shit, Alicia was right!

You’re so caught up in your escape that you don’t notice where you’re going until you run smack into a barrel chest. Strong hands catch your arms and hold you upright.

“Woah, woah, lass! What was that?” It’s Soap, and he’s staring at you with a mix of horror and confusion. You see Gaz sprint off in the corner of your eye.

You’re out of breath. “I-I got this weird-ass note earlier,” you try to explain, “and it said to come out here? But it didn’t say who it was from and ‘Licia was worried I’d get kidnapped, and then that creep showed up—”

“That’s not a creep, that’s fuckin’ Ghost!”

“Huh?” You twist, and sure enough, Gaz is helping Ghost’s hulking form off the ground, supporting him as he struggles against the effects of the mace. Fuck.

Gaz and Simon stagger over. “We need to get him to medical,” Gaz says. You bury your face in your hands.

You sit awkwardly on a stool next to Ghost’s cot as the nurses irrigate his face. Price, Gaz, and Soap hover in the corner, talking quietly amongst themselves and occasionally looking over at you. You’d shown them the note Ghost had apparently given you.

Eventually the nurses leave Ghost be for a minute, and that’s when Price jumps in.

“Okay,” he starts, then turns to you. “Watch, you aren’t being stalked. Ghost wanted to give you a valentine rather than actually talk to you, against our advice.” Then he turns to Ghost. “Simon. Why.”

Ghost shrugs and frowns down at his lap. “You all said that valentines are ‘sposed to be secret. I knew she’d recognize my handwriting, so I improvised.”

“And you didn’t think that maybe you could just type something up?” Gaz asks. Simon shrugs again, but you can tell he’s blushing under the mask.

“Soap said handmade ones are better,” he admits quietly. The group turns to Soap. He gapes.

“Oh, like this is my fault,” he grumbles.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” Simon says, addressing you directly for the first time. “I just wanted…” He trails off, glares down at his lap.

“I’m sorry for macing you,” you tell him. “And for kneeing you in the balls.” Price facepalms beside you and you scramble to think of something else. “I—I liked the dog sticker, though!”

“Yeah?” Simon glances up at you. You can tell he’s grinning, and you smile back.

“Yeah,” you say. “Put him in my notebook.” The both of you sit there, smiling at each other like idiots.

“All right, ye two, tone it down,” Johnny chimes in, and Gaz elbows him. Price rolls his eyes and herds them out. You watch them leave, then turn back to Ghost. He’s picking at his cuticles, a rare show of vulnerability.

“Simon?” you say before you can overthink it.

“Mm?” He looks up at you. A stray sunbeam touches his face, turning his puffy, red-rimmed eyes into melted chocolate. You feel yourself flush.

“Would you…maybe want to go to dinner sometime?” you ask. Simon straightens on the tiny cot, and yeah, he’s really smiling now. Your heart kicks up a few notches.

“I’d love to,” he says. “Please don’t bring the mace.”

[mrspiastri]

prompt 24 + oscar + coworker reader (pr/photographer) please?

oscar piastri x reader

prompt 24. “So, uh… do you wanna be my Valentine? No pressure, though. I mean, lots of pressure, but like, in a cute way.”

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Y/N had photographed Oscar Piastri hundreds of times before.

From race weekends to sponsor events, behind-the-scenes moments to dramatic podium shots—her camera had captured every version of him. The serious, race-focused Oscar. The rare, celebratory Oscar. The one who rolled his eyes whenever she asked him to pose but always did it anyway.

But today, something felt different.

She wasn’t behind the camera now—at least, not in the way she was used to. Instead, she stood off to the side of a McLaren media studio, observing as Oscar filmed a Valentine’s Day Q&A.

And for some reason, his answers kept throwing her off.

“All right, Oscar,” the interviewer said, flipping through their notes. “Let’s start with something simple. What’s your ideal type?”

Y/N expected something vague and rehearsed. Instead, Oscar tilted his head, considering. “Someone who keeps me on my toes,” he said. Then, with a slight smirk: “Maybe someone a little bossy.”

The crew chuckled. Y/N’s grip tightened on her camera strap.

The shoot continued, and it only got worse.

“Biggest green flag in a person?”

“Good under pressure. Knows how to take charge.”

“Dream date?”

“Something simple. A coffee shop, maybe. Or sitting in a hotel lobby, pretending we’re meant to be somewhere else.”

Y/N’s heart lurched.

The hotel lobby. Singapore. Last season.

She and Oscar had both been late for a press event, yet instead of rushing, they had sat down in the hotel lounge, pretending they had nowhere else to be. She had snapped a candid photo of him then—one of her favorites.

Now, Oscar was bringing it up here? On camera?

Her pulse spiked, but she forced herself to focus. She was working. She was supposed to be documenting this moment, not getting caught up in it.

Once the cameras stopped rolling, Y/N immediately busied herself checking photos on her camera, pretending her heart wasn’t hammering out of her chest.

She needed to get out of here before—

“Hey.”

She froze.

Oscar was standing next to her now, hands in his hoodie pockets, looking slightly nervous.

“Got a sec?” he asked.

Y/N hesitated. She glanced around—the crew was still here, but they were distracted, discussing clips for social media. She sighed, nodding. “Yeah.”

They stepped into a quieter part of the studio, where the overhead lights weren’t as harsh.

Oscar rocked back on his heels. “So… you gonna say anything about earlier?”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Oscar. You practically confessed on camera.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Did I?”

She shot him a look. “You *know* you did.”

Oscar sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… yeah. Kind of.”

Her heart pounded. “Why?”

He met her gaze, all teasing gone now. “Because I like you.” His voice was steady, but his fingers twitched slightly—a rare tell. “I have for a while.”

Y/N swallowed.

This was different from the usual back-and-forth between them.

This was real.

She gripped her camera tighter. “You’re serious?”

Oscar huffed a small laugh. “Would I joke about this?”

She didn’t have an answer for that.

Because now, standing in this quiet corner of the studio, away from the bright lights and cameras, she realized—

She had always known.

It was in the way he lingered after media duties, making excuses to hang around while she sorted through photos. It was in the way he never minded when she adjusted his posture for pictures, even when other drivers rolled their eyes. It was in the way he had let her drag him to that hotel lounge in Singapore, letting her take a photo of him just because she wanted to.

She inhaled sharply. “Oscar—”

“Look,” he said, cutting her off. “If you don’t feel the same, just tell me. I’ll drop it. But if you do…” He hesitated, rubbing his jaw. “Then I’d really like to take you out. For real.”

Y/N stared at him, her heart hammering.

This was insane.

This was completely unprofessional.

This was exactly what she wanted.

Her fingers flexed around her camera strap. “You still want an answer?” she finally asked.

Oscar tilted his head, hopeful. “Would be nice, yeah.”

He took a breath, looking more nervous than she’d ever seen him. Then, with an awkward chuckle, he said, “So, uh… do you wanna be my Valentine? No pressure, though. I mean, lots of pressure, but like, in a cute way.”

Y/N exhaled, something warm spreading in her chest. A small smile. “Yes.”

Oscar’s breath hitched. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A grin broke across his face—bright, genuine. “Okay. Cool. That’s… good.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You just confessed on camera, and *now* you’re nervous?”

“Terrified, actually.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Come on, Piastri. Let’s get out of here.”

And just like that, everything between them finally clicked into place.

[thezombieprostitute]

how does domestic lloyd do valentine's day?

Summary: You and Lloyd on Valentine's Day.

Warnings: Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

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Lloyd wakes up slowly. His brain takes its time registering the bright the room is. As soon as he does, he startles awake. You must have slept through your alarms! He's gotta get you up and get into the kitchen to make you breakfast!

As he turns to wake you up he's stopped in his tracks but the sight before him. You're laying on your side, head propped up on your arm, wearing a red sheer lace lingerie set that had hearts barely covering your nipples.

"'Bout time you woke up, handsome," you tease. "Decided to surprise you by taking the day off, letting you sleep in. You didn't even stir when I got out of bed to change into this."

"You sexy vixen," Lloyd purrs. He goes to roll on top of you but you push him onto his back and straddle him.

"Nuh uh, sexy," you giggle. "You take such good care of my every day. Today, I'm gonna take care of you."

"So long as you promise to put this mustache to good use," he smirks.

"Why on earth would I deny myself your second greatest feature?" you exclaim as your hips over crotch.

It's after noon by the time you and Lloyd get out of bed. Well, "crawl out of bed" might be more accurate. You and Lloyd are always insatiable for each other. If it weren't for your stomachs growling you'd likely stay in bed all day.

Lloyd puts on his apron and smiles the whole time he cooks you up a little something. You enjoy the show, watching his muscles as he moves, enjoying how his butt cheeks jiggle just right. You want to smack them so bad but you have to refrain while he's cooking.

"You are such a tease," you comment.

"Damn right," he snickers as he moves almost close enough to where you could grab his butt. "And you love it."

"I love you," you retort.

"And I love you, too," he winks before getting back to cooking. "So did you have any other surprises for me today?"

"Well, only if you're up for it," you goad.

Lloyd turns off the burners and plates the food. Taking off the apron, you give a whistle as he turns to face you. He's only got one plate for the food so you know what's going to happen. He sits on his favorite chair and pulls you to sit on his lap.

"Pretty sure I'll be up for a lot of things by the time we're done eating," he quips in your ear. You take a bite and moan while melting into him. "Especially if you keep acting like that."

"Not my fault you're such a good cook," you gently poke him. "Almost a better cook than you are a lover. Almost."

You alternate bites for you and Lloyd as his hands gently massage your legs, sore from the morning's activities. Despite going at it all morning, you feel Lloyd harden underneath you, making you wet. Occasionally you'll grind your hips against him, making him moan and groan for you. Once or twice he nips at your neck, calling you out on your teasing.

When the food is gone Lloyd follows up on your conversation from the kitchen. "What was the other stuff you had in mind?"

"You mean besides you stuffing me in multiple ways?" you wink. "I was thinking we could go to Amelia's and I'd try on anything and everything you chose."

Lloyd's hands freeze and he growls softly in your ear, "anything and everything?"

"I'm not saying I'll buy any of it," you amend. "I still say it's high priced stripper clothes. But I'll be happy to put on a show for you."

"Fuck, you're trying to kill me. But what a way to go." Lloyd forces you up on your feet as he bends you over the table. "Gotta work out a few more before we go or else I'm taking you in the changing room."

"Wouldn't be the first time," you chuckle.

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[emsdevs]

No Strings? pt 2

a/n: surprise!! i took a break from the celly prompts (i have sooo many more to go through i promise I'm still working on them) to work on part 2 of No Strings?! i had wayyy too much fun with this one! hope you guys enjoy!

ps: keep an eye out for our guy eliis!

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It had been two weeks since you saw Justin in that cafe, and slowly but surely, you’d been getting better. It took a while, but you finally realized you were worth more than getting pushed aside. You realized Justin had been lying the whole time. His career wasn’t what was keeping the two of you from being together officially. It was the fact that he didn’t actually feel anything for you because if he did, you’d be the girl tabloids are currently writing about. Every online gossip page you’ve seen over the past week has been about nothing but the girl who has “locked down” the Chargers’ star quarterback. After getting over the initial nausea that it caused, you decided you shouldn’t sit around waiting for someone who obviously didn’t care about you, so you got dressed up and went out for the first time in a long time.

While at a bar you used to frequent, you met a guy named Ellis. He was nice enough, and he spent the night buying you drinks, which you loved. However, when the night came to an end, you couldn’t let yourself go home with him. You just weren’t in the right place for that, and as much as you hate to admit it, you weren’t over Justin. Tonight, though, you were ready to move on, to give yourself another shot at finding someone you could love, love openly.

You decided to go out again, putting on your favorite dress. You put on some makeup and curled your hair, and after blasting some music and taking a couple of shots to hype you up, you were with your girls headed for a fun night out. Soon enough, your group had completely let loose, and you were on the prowl for someone you’d let take you home. After looking for what feels like forever, you call it quits and let one of your girls drag you out to the dancefloor. It’s while you’re there that he finds you.

You feel a gentle hand on your waist, so you turn to meet one of the most attractive guys you might have ever seen. He’s giving you an easy smile, and in that second, any thought you might have had about Justin flew from your mind.

“Hey, pretty lady. You alone tonight?” he asks in a silly voice that somehow makes you want to laugh and swoon simultaneously.

“Yes! She’s completely free!” your friend chimes in for you. 

“Mind if I steal her from you then?” his attention is directed toward her now, and you begin to think you want it to always be on you. 

“Go right ahead!” she gives him a cheery smile before turning her attention to you, “We won’t wait up! But please keep us updated!”

“Promise!” you assure her before she walks off to find the rest of your group and most likely tell them about your suitor.

“I was gonna ask you if you wanted to dance some more, but I’m thinking it might be a better idea to find some place quieter?” he makes the statement sound like a question, leaving the ball in your court. 

“I’m down for that,” you’re pretty sure you’d be down for almost anything he wanted to do right now.

“Perfect! C’mon, I know this great little diner down the street,” he grabs your hand pulling you outside with him. Once you’re right outside the doors of the bar, he comes to an abrupt stop, “I’m so sorry. Where are my manners? I’m Trevor,” that easy smile is back and brighter than ever.

After sharing your name with him, he begins guiding you toward the diner. The two of you shared nice conversation on the way, getting the typical small talk out of the way then. When you get to the diner, Trevor orders a side of fries for you both to share, and you each get a milkshake. The two of you talk back and forth for a while, just chatting about recent events in both of your lives. That leads to Trevor asking what brought you to the bar tonight after telling you he needed a break from the stress his work brings him.

“Oh, god,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat and throwing your head back a little, “You probably don’t wanna know.” You laugh a little, playing off your nervousness.

“C’mon, I won’t judge. You getting over an ex or something?” he sends an easy smile your way.

“Yeah, actually. I am.”

“Oh. Well, please, share with the class.”

“You sure you wanna hear it?”

“Yep. I’m all ears,” his eyes meet yours as he pops a fry in his mouth.

“Well,” you lean toward him, ready to share your sob story. “So basically, I went on a few dates with this guy, and when we were about to hook up for the first time, he told me he couldn’t be in a relationship because of his job. So I was a little delusional and agreed to no strings attached, but eventually, I caught feelings for him.”

“Oooh,” Trevor grimaces.

“Just wait. There’s more,” your tone says everything he needs to know, so he gestures for you to continue. “So I end up telling him, right? Of course, he tells me we can’t see each other anymore, so I leave his house literally sobbing. And to beat it all, just a few months later, I saw him out on a date at a coffee shop we used to regular. Obviously, that sent me reeling, and now all I see online is the girl that ‘tamed’ him,” you finish your story with a roll of your eyes.

“Hold up. I have a few questions,” Trevor raises his hands a little and closes his eyes.

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so you’re seeing his girlfriend in the headlines? I might be overstepping, so you definitely don’t have to answer, but who is this guy?”

“Justin Herbert,” you’re grimacing once again.

“The Chargers’ quarterback?” he’s whisper-shouting in your face.

“Trevor!” you match his tone.

“Sorry. Sorry. I just didn’t peg him as that kinda guy, ya know?”

“Oh, trust me. I know.”

“Okay, yeah. Good point. Okay, so next question. He really lied to you about not being able to have a girlfriend just to hard launch one a few months later?” “It’s insane, right? Like he literally told me that it would be better that way anyway because he just wouldn’t have the time to fully commit. Turns out, he just didn’t wanna commit to me.”

“Well, he’s an idiot. I mean, I’ve known you for like an hour, and I’m ready to commit right now.”

“Smooth, Trevor,” you roll your eyes again.

“I’m being so serious, right now. Go on a date with me. I’ll treat you the way you deserve to be treated,” he lays his hand out on the table, giving you a physical offer as well.

You look at him for a moment, deciding how much you trust him. After finding nothing but earnestness in his eyes, you move your hand to lay in his before he wraps it up. “Okay. I’m holding you to that, Trev.”

“Ooh, nicknames already? You’re moving fast. Am I that irresistible?” that beautiful bright smile is back, and you’re thinking you want to see it every day from now on.

~~

You and Trevor had been going out for about two months now, and you’d officially been his girlfriend for just over a month. Everything had been going so wonderfully, and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have found him. Tonight, he decided to come hang out at your place after practice. You two had ordered some takeout and put on a movie while you ate. Your food was all gone, and you and Trevor had been cuddled up on the couch for a while now, content to keep the movies playing while you enjoyed each other’s company.

Both of you jumped a little when you heard a knock on the door, neither of you expecting it. After sharing a confused look with Trevor, you get up and make your way to the door. When you pull it open, you freeze. The last person you expected to see on the other side was Justin Herbert.

“Justin?” his name falls from your mouth quickly, like it’s not supposed to be there. Really, it’s not anymore.

“I really need to talk with you,” his eyes are pleading, but it won’t work on you. Not now.

“Now is seriously not a good time,” you pull the door closer to you, trying to get your point across.

“Please. I just- I messed up,” he steps closer, but you hold your ground.

“Justin, no. You had your chance, okay?”

“Please, baby, you have to hear me out, okay?” tears are brimming his eyes now.

“No. No. You don’t get to do that. I’m happy now, Justin. Go back home.”

“No, please! I messed up letting you go. I thought I wasn’t ready to commit and that I wouldn’t have time, but when you left I felt this hole in my heart. It won’t go away, no matter what I do. I got a girlfriend to convince myself I was fine, but she’s not you. Please, baby, just give me one more chance,” he’s begging at this point, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

Just as you’re about to tell Justin to leave again, you feel a hand on your waist and hear Trevor’s voice behind you, “Who’s this, babe?” He presses a kiss to the top of your head when he finishes his sentence, and if you had to bet, he probably looked at Justin while he did it. He knows exactly who Justin is. He could just tell he wasn’t gonna leave anytime soon and figured he’d come to help you out a little. He’d never minded being a little messy sometimes. “Hey, man I’m the boyfriend, Trevor,” he’s shooting Justin a wicked grin, not caring at all about whatever Justin might be feeling after how he made you feel.

“Boyfriend?” Justin is only looking at you now.

“What? You can move on, but I can’t?” your words have a bite to them.

“I just told you I never moved on?” his statement is formed like a question.

“Well, I did, and the only reason that was able to happen is because you let me go. I’m sorry you regret that, but actions have consequences, Justin. If you wanted me so badly, you should’ve kept me around when you had a chance.”

“But-”

“No, man,” Trevor pushes the door open a little more and steps around you. He begins to usher Justin away from your doorstep, “She’s said her peace. She’s moved on. It’s time you do too. Okay, bud? Scurry on back to whatever model you were using to distract yourself from my girl, alright?” 

When he deems Justin is far enough away, he turns back around to head back to you. He urges you inside before slamming and locking the door, being sure Justin knew he wasn’t welcome. 

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go make out in front of the window, so he knows what he’s missing,” he has that same bright grin on his face, and suddenly, any negative feelings you had are gone. You laugh with your head tipped back as he drags you along, content to go along with whatever antic he thinks up.

a/n: guess i should fix the banner huh? sorry to any justin girlies! i just made him too much of a jerk in pt 1 :( reader deserved better! so um crossover episode i guess! banner fixed below

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

P.S I Love You, 2007

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Haha surprise I wrote two, ngl this one is a LIL phoned in… anyway in other news my guy THIS MOVE MADE ME CRY SO HARD I was also on my period BUT I SOBBED

You can feel the blush blooming across your cheeks when his smooth voice comes from the phone. You jump a little, not really expecting him to answer which is stupid considering he answers all your calls

“Hey Y/N”

It’s literally so innocent like he’s just saying hello, but his voice drops an octave and you can just hear the smirk that asshole has.

“Hi Eddie, is Buck around?”

“Hmm lemme check” You can hear his feet shuffle as he does a little spin to look around…he’s not really trying and you know it’s because he’s lazy but you’re also like slightly delulu and what if he just wants to keep you to himself on the phone? What if like he wants to keep talking to you?

“No he’s not up here. Did you try calling him?”

No.

“Yeah! But he didn’t pick up… so you know, I called you”

“Mhm. He seems to not be answering a lot lately”

Whoops

“Maybe it’s the signal in the firehouse?” You try “or like maybe it’s just a his phone thing you know? Maybe he has it on silent”

“His phone is never on silent. As badly as we all would like it to be, he literally has that thing up full blast”

“God I know, and it’s just to mess with everyone else!”

“How he ended up with a sister as sweet as you I’ll never know”

Your heart completely just exits your chest, there’s no other way to explain the way it slams right out of you.

“Or as pretty”

You stare at the cookie dough in front of you, blinking slowly and trying your hardest not to flail and scream and melt and like probably throw this scooper right out the window. You continue to short circuit, hand frozen in the air and he chuckles

“You good over there Baby girl? Did you need help with something?”

“Huh” you sound dumb and you know you do and that makes him laugh again and suddenly the phone seems closer to him and his voice is smooth and just downright sexy

“I said, do you need help with something? Why did you call?”

“Cookies”

“Mhm… what about them? Use your words, Princess”

Window meet scooper. Jesus he’s laying it on thick. You fan yourself a little and adjust the phone in your hand

“I- Jesus I’m making cookies, I just- I wanted to know if everyone came in so I’d know how many to make you know?” You finally get out and take a deep breath. Seriously is it hot in here??

“Yeah everyone came in, why are you bringing cookies in?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day! I just thought it would be nice since you guys are all working”

“Huh, it is, isn’t it? I’d completely forgotten about it. Which you know… explains all the hearts and shit Buck has put up around the station”

“And the little bags of candy he made me help him set up last night? Did he pass those out?”

“He did, he did”

You roll your eyes at the phone and set it on the counter, putting it on speaker.

“You’re teasing me, you know exactly what day it is!”

“Just a bit” He laughs and you squeeze your thighs together dramatically “What about you huh? You got somethin’ set up for Valentine’s Day?”

You sigh and let the scooper drop into the bowl, you pull the parchment paper from the cabinet and pull off a piece

“No, I’m probably just gonna go to dinner with Buck or something, I think that’s what he wanted to do, Tommy told him he was busy”

“Oh” You hear Eddie suck in a breath through his teeth

“What??”

“He’s not busy, he’s gonna surprise him. We set the whole thing up”

“Oh! That’s really cute! That’s- that’s nice for them. He’s gonna love it, you’ll have to tell me about it”

The sentence is like okay a little rushed and you’re fighting to hide the disappointment in your voice because….there goes those plans but you know it’s still slightly there.

“You know…. I don’t have anything planned”

You perk up embarrassingly fast and clear your throat awkwardly

“Oh?” You say nonchalantly while you smooth down the parchment paper

“Mhmmm…”

He lets it trail off and you’re glued to your phone immediately. You put the phone back to your ear, while you watch your heart flop around on the floor.

“Okay,” you say awkwardly and he snorts

“You sound closer. You pick your phone back up?”

You roll your eyes and look up at the ceiling

“You know I’m just able to do that now, it had nothing to do with you”

“Yeah okay. It’s fine, I like it when you’re close anyway”

You get the scooper ready to launch into your second window when he clears his throat

“So if you’re not busy, and I’m not busy… maybe we can be not busy together? I figure everything is probably like booked so why don’t we get some takeout and you can home with me when you bring the cookies in?”

“Eddie are you-“

“Asking you to be my Valentine? I sure am Sugar”

You melt into a little puddle on the floor, like in cartoons and nod into the phone

“Okay, sure I’ll be your Valentine… what about Buck?”

“What about him? I’m just helping him out by taking care of his sister, he’d be so worried about you being alone. You know I expect a cute little card too right?”

You giggle and shake your head “You want me to make you a Valentine?”

“Oh a hundred percent, if we’re gonna do this we’re gonna do it right. I’ll make you one too”

“So…. Valentine’s Day with your best friend’s sister and staying in huh? Sounds pretty boring to me” You tease, and he huffs

“Sounds like a damn good time to me, wear somethin’ cute for me okay?”

You nod fast, unable to say anything even though he can’t see you, and you can hear the smile in his voice because he knows what you’re doing

“Good girl. I’ll see you later, gorgeous”

Eddie had been sweating that entire phone call.

It was so much easier to make you blush when you couldn’t see him flailing around and cringing at every single sentence that came out of his mouth

“Wear something cute for me?”

Hen looks at Eddie and he crumples onto the couch, slapping his hands over his face

“Shut up. God, please shut up”

“You did great! I told you she’d be your Valentine”

“Buck is going to kill me”

“I’m pretty sure he’s going to be way too occupied with Tommy to even think about what you two are busy doing”

“What if I fuck this entire thing up? Like what if she thinks I’m weird or something?”

“I highly doubt she’s gonna think that, she was eating up every word Eddie, it’s gonna be okay! Just remember what we practiced”

Eddie didn’t normally have anxiety, he doesn’t freak out. He’s always calm and level and thinks things through.

Except when it came to you. Because other freaking parts of his body wanted a say in things when it came to you and not just his heart, which he also frequently ignored.

He spends the next part of the afternoon lying on the couch with his head in Hen’s lap, where she pats his head and tries to reassure him and when it’s her turn to fill up the truck, Chimney replaces her and tells him about all the smooth ways he got Maddie’s attention. He also helps him make his Valentine for you, it's two poorly drawn stick figures with hearts around them in puffy paint. He wasn’t even aware they had those in the cabinets.

Is it… embarrassing when he knows the minute you’ve arrived at the station? He knows the sound of your shoes, his favorite shoes, it’s not weird, it’s not. Because Technically everyone around here has the same shoes so you know, someone with a different pair totally would make a different noise… especially if they were those shiny pink platform heels with the big pink bows on the ankle

He didn’t expect you to dress up when coming to the station and he’s not sure why, but now that he’s coming down the stairs to all the buzzing he can just see the top of your head and the cute new pink beret he’d gotten you for Christmas and his knees feel weak.

He sticks his hands in his pocket and walks over slowly. Remember, calm, cool and controlled, just like he’d practiced with Hen.

Buck finally lets you go and Eddie has to stop in his tracks to keep from freaking jumping you.

“What’s got you all dressed up?” Buck pinches the cropped pink cardigan you’re wearing while Bobby takes the tray of cookies from your hands and you glare up at Buck

“It’s Valentine’s Day! I just… I wanted to dress up, you know? Look cute…” Your eyes wander to Eddie when you say that and he bites his lip, looking away from you.

“You don’t think the mini skirt is overboard? Or this??” He tugs at the straps of your satin cami and you blush darker, pushing at his chest

“I’m a grown woman Buck. I can look cute okay? Especially for today”

“Okay but this- this is overly cute. I’m your older brother! Your flesh and blood! It’s my job to protect you”

“I’m adopted”

“I’m your older brother! It’s my job to protect you! Eddie go get my coat”

Eddie, who’s been staring at the way your thick curves fill out that tiny skirt and the way those little bows on your tights all face perfectly straight, you’d paid attention to every last detail and he wonders just how mad you’d be if he ripped them apart…

“Hello?? Earth to Eddie?? I need my backup here” Buck literally has his arms around you now, squishing you to his chest so no one can see you

“Buck!!” You squeak trying to push him away and Eddie rolls his eyes

“One coat, coming up”

He goes over to the racks, stopping in front of Buck’s before his eyes wander over to his own…

“Fresh from the cleaners” He tosses the coat at Buck, forces your arms into it and squeezes it closed over your chest and you groan loudly.

“Buck this is stupid!”

“No it isn’t! Eddie tell her it isn’t!!”

“It’s not stupid” He agrees, and your mouth drops open, “I think you look good in my coat”

You stop fighting Buck, who’s adjusting it on you to keep your bare skin covered and stare at Eddie. His tongue comes out to wet his lips and you hide your face in Buck’s shoulder

“See! There we go all nice and cov-“

Buck is interrupted by a call from Tommy, and Eddie comes over, taking your hand and tugging you away from him

“You want me to come outside?? Awwww can’t spend the day without seeing me huh?” It really doesn’t take much to distract Buck and he’s heading out of the station to go find his surprise, forgetting about you and your virtue.

“You know, I don’t normally agree with his fashion choices… but this?” Eddie’s hands snake around your waist, squeezing lightly and pulling you closer to him

“I think I like you in my jacket”

“I think I like being in it” You respond quietly and he grins and gives you a little kiss on the nose

“My shift is over in 10 minutes if you wanna go upstairs and wait for me”

You nod and he watches you walk off, his coat hangs from your shoulders and he can feel his pants tightening with every step you take.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

To say you look good in Eddie’s front seat is probably the biggest understatement of the century. After talking things over with Buck who literally shoved you into Eddie’s arms and hastily whispered for a rain check on Valentine’s Day and begged Eddie to hang out with you, you both eagerly sent him on his way.

He gave you the biggest hug and dramatically kissed Eddie’s cheek before running off to whatever his boyfriend had planned for them.

“So I ordered ahead, so it would just be a quick pick up” His throat feels dry when he speaks, and he clears it before reaching over and taking your hand in his, you gladly latch onto it and put your head on his shoulder

“Okay yeah, that sounds fine… oh! Wait!” You let go long enough to search through your bag and pull out a small card, there’s a glittery heart in the center that says his name in the middle and his heart slams into his chest

“You made that for me Sugar?” His voice is so sweet and you bite your lip, looking at it in your hands

“You told me to make you one so I did”

“You listen so well” He cups your chin and you melt into his hand, leaning into it he strokes your cheek with his thumb before pulling away

“Did you make me one?” Your eyes don’t meet his and he grins at your shyness, squeezing your hand

“Mhm, I did… I hope you like it”

He nods to the glovebox and you open it, giggling when you pull the card out

“Oh my god, I love it!!” You squeal and hold it to your chest “Eddie! This is cute!”

“You really think so?” He can’t keep the nervous edge from his voice and you turn to him and nod happily excited to reassure him

“It’s perfect Eddie! I love it” You look at the card in your hands and absolutely melt all over it again and he blushes even deeper

“I’m glad you like it, even if it’s a little silly I wanted to do it for you” He pulls into the Chinese restaurant and parks, he doesn’t get out yet, just watches you enjoying yourself and it makes his heart race

“Do you wanna come in with me?”

“Okay!” He helps you out of the truck and takes your hand again as you walk in together. The place is understandably busy and Eddie pulls you over to a little corner to wait, a girl comes up and asks for his name for the order and leaves again to go grab it.

“So how was your day?”

He pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, you put your chin on his chest and he runs his hand over your hair

“It was good, I really enjoyed the cookie part” You giggle and Eddie nods along, listening to you talk about how you had to go to three stores for the specific new pan you needed, and that you almost ate it in the parking lot

He snickers and you whack his chest and roll your eyes

“Any freaking way… what about you?”

You settle into his arms and he just wants to throw you on the seat next to you and spread your legs. He wonders what you taste like… what kinds of sounds you’d make...

“Eddie?”

“Hm?” He mumbles and you stand on your toes and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek

“I said, how was your day?”

“Uh-it- it was”

Thank god the girl from earlier keeps him from sounding like a complete idiot. She hands him the bag and wishes them a happy Valentine’s Day

“Your girlfriend looks so cute I added in the chocolate fortune cookies!” she says with a wave and your cheeks light on fire

“Oh! I’m-“

“She does look pretty cute, doesn’t she?? Makes me want to get home even faster. Have a good night!”

He pulls you out with him and you hide your face in your hands and jog all the way to the car. Eddie laughs and follows after you

“Baby I don’t think that’s exactly safe”

“No. No, you let the car hit me! You take me out with it right now!”

His head falls back with a sharp laugh and he gets to the truck and opens your door for you

“You’re literally so dramatic”

“Your mom is so dramatic” You stick your tongue out and he steps into the truck and grabs your chin, pressing his lips to yours. You short-circuit and he pulls away with a smirk, letting his hand fall around your neck.

“Anything else?”

You shake your head and he kisses your forehead

“Good girl”

If you told Eddie that his day would end in having you on top of him on his couch and making out like a couple of teenagers he’d probably laugh in your face.

But here he is, running his hands over your sides and pulling you against him while you’re whimpering above him and slowly grinding your hips into his.

After dinner, he’d turned the lights down low for the movie, made sure you were nice and pressed against his side.

And then he put on a horror movie.

He saw how uneasy you were when he started flipping through the horror section and he knew he was on the right track

“You ever seen Friday the 13th?” He looks down at you and your slightly paled expression

“Uhhh no? No I haven’t…”

He can hear the nervousness in your voice and he grins wickedly before hitting play

“Oh cool, you’re gonna love it”

You most certainly do not love it. You’re about 45 minutes in and you haven’t come out of your hiding place in Eddie’s arms once. You can hear the gore on the screen and you jump every time it splatters

“Are you okay?” Eddie chuckles and you finally look up at him. His heart immediately tanks and he almost feels guilty when he sees your panic-stricken face

“Oh me? Oh, I’m good! Don’t worry!!”

God, you sound cute when you’re scared.

“You sure honey? You look a little…freaked out” He runs a finger over your cheek and you lean into it

“I’m fine!! Really! W-we can keep watching”

“If you’re sure…”

He pulls away again and turns on the movie and he knows you try so hard to be brave but the second Jason comes back on screen you shriek and hide right back in his shoulder. He laughs and pauses the movie again, feeling your body trembling against him

“Awwww Y/N” He turns to you and pulls away a little and you stay in your ball “Come on baby look at me”

You look up at him with little tears in his eyes and he can’t help but coo over you, he laughs a little and cups your face, kissing your eyelids

“You could have asked me to turn it off,” He tells you, running his thumbs over your cheeks and wiping away your tears

“No, no it’s okay I-“

You can’t even finish the sentence and he grins before kissing your forehead and nuzzling his nose against yours

“We can shut it off if you want to baby, if it’s too much for you” His hands slide from your face to your waist and he manages to pull you into his lap.

“I’m not a baby” You roll your eyes and he leans back against the armrest, appreciating the way you look on top of him

“I know you’re not”

“Okay so! I can… finish the movie”

He reaches forward and you lay on his chest, snuggling into him and he hits play again. His fingers trail down your spine and he’s actually a little worried you might make it to the end of the movie…

Until he looks down at you and your eyes are shut tight. He chuckles and pauses the movie again

“Hey…look at me Sugar”

You look into his eyes and he smirks, settling his hand on your lower back. He rubs your back soothingly, and you seem to relax against him

“You know… we seriously don’t have to watch this movie anymore. I can think of other things that could entertain us”

“Other things huh?” You say quietly and he cups your cheek

“Mhmmm…” he drags his thumb over your bottom lip and you blush

“Interesting proposal…” He feels your thighs spread as you settle on top of him and he bites back a groan

“I just really want to get your mind off of things… since you’re so scared”

“How noble”

He holds your hips and pushes you up a little higher so you’re fully face-to-face. You lean down and brush your nose against his and he growls and nips at your ear. You giggle and pull away again before leaning back down and kissing his nose

“It doesn’t have to be all the way… I’m not that promiscuous… but you know-“ He rubs your back again and you nod along with him

“Maybe we just make out?” You offer and he smiles oh so innocently, like this was all entirely your idea

“If you’d like…” He shrugs and you shake your head

“I would like, very much so”

And that was what brought him to now, completely spaced out in a world of your bliss and thoroughly enjoying the seductive way you tangled your tongue with his. How you dragged your tongue along his teeth, exploring every inch of his mouth while he eagerly did the same.

He keeps his hands splayed across your lower back, urging you to keep grinding on him. He nearly had a heart attack when you let him pull your skirt up around your hips so he could feel your tiny panties grinding against the front of his jeans. He moans quietly and that seems to spur you on, you reach between the two of you and shyly start to unbuckle his pants

“Whatcha doin’ there cutie?” He presses hot kisses down your throat and you shiver

“Just kinda wanna feel a little more of you I guess” You moan his name breathily and he reaches down with you, helping you get him out of his jeans. He unzips the side of your skirt and you let him push it down over your hips. He snickers and you blush, looking down.

“What??”

“These are cute as hell” he snaps the band on your g-string with the open heart on the front and pointedly ignores the fact that you’d apparently taken great care with your Valentine’s preparations.

“Is that all that’s cute?” You sit up, change the angle of your hips and let out a shuddering breath. He shoves his boxers down his hips and fists his cock, pulling it out of his pants and stroking it slowly. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head and he grins, rubbing his thumb over the tip and smearing his pre-cum over it.

“You looked so pretty today, coming into the station… you wore that just for me? Those fucking heels were just for me?” He’s panting as you both get off together, you grinding on his thigh and him jerking off to your bouncing tits

“It was all for you,” You say breathlessly and start to inch your way up his body. You place your palm on his chest and pull your panties to the side and he watches with eager curiosity.

It’s embarrassing the way he literally almost bursts right there, while you drag your clit over his tip and between your folds, and he can tell from the high-pitched gasp that you feel exactly the same way.

Your head falls forward and you moan in unison. He grabs your hips and helps you move on his cock, both of you panting and gasping, his cock catches on your hole with each thrust and you squeeze your thighs together and try not to let him sink deep inside you.

You scratch at his chest and he yanks you down against him, holding you to his chest. You squeak and let him crush you to his chest with each thrust of his hips, you cry into his shoulder and bite down and he growls into your ear

“I’m so close, fuck Eddie I’m so close” You cry for him and he plants his feet on the couch and pistons his hips against yours, you can feel his tip poking in and out of you each time and if you went any longer you’d lose your damn mind and put it inside you

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you and sending you spiraling backward. You moan his name loudly and he’s got you locked into his chest as he growls out your name and finishes between the two of you. Your hips slip and stutter against his as he just keeps coming and coming and you’re left a soaked mess.

You blink back the stars in your eyes as you come down slowly. He rubs your back again, more so patting it as he floats back down to earth with you.

“Holy shit” You pant into his neck and he nods with you

“You can say that again…” He smacks his hands on your ass and you yelp “fuck could you say that again” He grinds your hips into his and you whimper, your thighs shaking.

“Holy shit” You whisper in his ear and he smirks, suddenly getting up and you squeak and scramble to hold onto him. He pulls away just enough for you to see the fire in his eyes, that dark cloudy stare that lets you know this was only the beginning.

“How does round two in my bedroom sound?”

[runninriot]

your heart's safe with me

written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles Valentine's Day pop-up event and @steddiebingo main card fill for the prompt pre-relationship

rated: T | wc: 1.000 | tags: pre steddie, pining, love confessions, implied friends to lovers

   "If I have to see one more couple kissing, I'm gonna be sick. Can they just not? I'm already miserable, don't need them to rub it in like that," Steve groans and Eddie gets it; it's hard being single on Valentine's day.

That is, if you're name is Steve Harrington. Self-proclaimed former ladies’ man, who never really had a problem scoring a date until he lost his crown when he climbed off his high horse and became part of the loveless losers club Eddie's been a member of all his life.

   "Can't even go to Robin's for our annual Fuck Valentine's date because she's seeing her new girlfriend tonight. I mean, I love that for her but- god, it sucks being alone."

   "You do know who you're talking to, right?"

Steve turns to look at him, confusion making way for understanding.

   "Oh, uh, sorry."

   "You should be. I've never had a date on Valentine's day. Or ever, for that matter. But do you see me complaining? No. So suck it up, man. You'll find the right one. Maybe not today but- they're out there somewhere."

Eddie hates to even think about it but there’s no denying the fact that one day, he'll have to come to terms with Steve being in a relationship with someone that isn't him. It sucks, but that's just how things are.

   "You could come to my place after work," Eddie offers before thinking it through. "We can watch some cheesy romcom. You can complain about how unrealistic it is and I can make fun of you for crying over the happy ending."

This makes Steve laugh and Eddie takes it as a win; he loves making Steve laugh, loves the sound of it.

   "So that's a yes?"

After their shift, they separate ways only for Steve to make a detour home because he complained about needing to get out of his smelly work clothes and take a shower.

Eddie would've offered his shower and his clothes for Steve to change into but it’s better that way – better not to give his mind any more reason to create fantasies he definitely shouldn't have.

So, he uses the time to freshen up and clean up some of the bits and bobs scattered around his apartment. It's not messy, not really. Nothing like Wayne had augured when Eddie moved out to live on his own. It's more like organised chaos but because it's Steve coming over, Eddie puts a little more effort in it than he usually would.

An hour later, Steve finally arrives.

   "For how long it took you to get changed, I thought you'd be dressed up a lot nicer for me," Eddie jokes when he opens the door and finds Steve standing there in comfy sweats and hoodie, hair tousled but still unfairly good looking.

   "Sorry. Robin called because she was freaking out about her date, so I had to calm her down. You know how she gets when she's nervous." Steve shakes his head and sighs, smiling fondly, "But I stopped at the pizza place you like. Brought your favourite, as an apology."

His smile turns from soft to cheeky and Eddie happily takes the large box handed to him.

   "I could kiss you right now."

Eddie could kiss him always, but Steve doesn't need to know.

They get comfortable in the small but cosy living room, eating while watching the movie Steve chose - something about best friends who are obviously meant to be but too oblivious to realise it. Eddie's not really paying attention, just enjoys Steve's presence. Letting his eyes linger on the man beside him every now and then, smiling whenever Steve smiles, counting the moles on his face and neck, wishing he could kiss every single one of them. It's stupid, maybe even risky to gawk so openly, but Steve doesn't notice - or at least he doesn't call him out on it.

   "This is so stupid," Steve says and Eddie laughs because he's been waiting for it.

   "How do they not know? I mean- it's clear as day that he's into her. How can she keep looking for love when it's right there?"

   "Sometimes you just don't see what's right in front of you, I guess." Eddie swallows hard; he knows too well what it's like not to be seen.

   "Okay, sure. But then why doesn't he just- tell her. I mean, they're clearly perfect together."

   "It's not always that easy."

   "I'd want to know. If there was someone loving me like this, I'd want them to tell me."

Steve turns to look at him and Eddie's breath catches in his throat.

Does he know? Does he suspect something? That can't be. Eddie never told anyone about his feelings for Steve.

   "What if they're scared?" It already sounds like a confession and Eddie curses himself for not keeping his mouth shut.

   "Scared of what?"

Eddie scoffs frustrated.

   "I don't know, Steve. Rejection? Losing your best friend? Having your heart broken?"

He didn't mean to snap at him but this conversation really hits a nerve.

   "But what if..." Steve trails off, seems lost in his thoughts, "What if they love them back?"

Eddie has the sickening feeling that they're not talking about the movie anymore.

   "They wouldn't know unless the other person gives them a sign."

   "Something like that?"

Before the question even sinks in, Eddie’s lips are sealed with Steve’s that are tentatively pushing, opening up just enough for a hint of tongue Eddie chases with his own, falling easily into the rhythm of Steve's lead.

Eddie keeps his eyes closed for a long moment after they part, contemplating whether he dares to believe this is real.

   "Your heart's safe with me," Steve whispers sweetly and Eddie realises then, that this crush hasn't been so one-sided all this time.

Next year on Valentine's, he promises himself, he'll make it extra special for Steve. Tonight though, sharing pizza and kisses and confessions is enough to make it perfect.

[yukiokumura]

To this day, I haven't seen a better ship for Lewin than Igor Neuhaus.

Here are my reasons:

They're freak for freak. Lewin is absolutely here for anything if it's interesting and Neuhaus has work to do.

They're both tamers, in the same but different ways. Neuhaus uses his Nebarius in a mind over matter situation. They follow his orders without question and he has his shortcuts in his tattoos as well. Meanwhile, Lewin has his whole "Let's be friends with demons" mentality combined with his abbreviated summoning techniques!

Neuhaus is eccentric in the mad scientist way and Lewin is eccentric in his demon loving/living for The Big Chase sort of way. Together, they are autistic.

They're both smart as hell and can drift compatible their way through wacky experiments and come up with results in less time than a full team could.

Lewin would make friends with Neuhaus' Nebarius hands and win them over with mud baths which would make Neuhaus mildly annoyed. (But he's also a little won over himself because Lewin is cutely bubbling around his person and is more of a light in his life than he's had in a long time)

If Ryuuji is Lewin's brakes, Neuhaus is his gas pedal. Whatever experiment Lewin wants to run, Neuhaus is there for it because he knows it's gonna be interesting.

Their sleep schedules are mutually horrific.

Lewin would drag Neuhaus out of his lab to eat out and take naps and force Neuhaus to have a healthier lifestyle.

Neuhaus, while being Lewin's keeper: I'm not his keeper. Lewin, while being a nuisance: I'm his keeper!

There's definitely more reasons. Feel free to shoot me an ask. Lighthaus supremacy!

[seenoversundown]

Good For Me

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: FLUFF ROMANCE CUTIE PATOOTIES, mentions of minor injury (blood/bandaging) failed attempts at reservations, insinuation of sex, flirting, more cute stuff, I mean it’s Jake & Char guys.

Word Count: 3k.

Author's Note: I will always take the opportunity to revisit these two 🥹 Their stories practically fall out of my brain onto the metaphorical paper.

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Good For Me - Bob Seger 🎶

Jake POV 

“Time to wake up, baby,” her voice was always the best thing to hear when I woke up. Pressing her lips against my temple before she whispers, “Good morning.” 

My eyes hardly open, but I can smell the fresh coffee sitting next to me. Peeking down, I see a tray with a blurry plate of food. 

“Breakfast?” I ask, pulling her face in slowly. “Mmm, you’re too sweet.” Leaving a few kisses on her lips, her laugh is the second-best thing to hear in the morning. 

She carefully slips back into bed with me. I swear she would have fed me if I let her. Romantic little thing she is. It takes a million times longer to get through food when all I want to do is kiss her precious face. 

“Imagine,” she starts, lazily kissing me before finishing her thought. “When we can do this every day.” Hardly hovering over my lips, feeling every word come out. 

“Honey, all you have to do is say the word,” I tell her and I mean it so seriously. The day she wants to move in, I will do whatever I have to in order for her to be comfortable. 

She plays with the ends of my hair for a moment before looking up at me. Her raspy little voice whispered, “Maybe once we’re engaged.” 

“Really?” I ask. Fighting every urge to go pull the ring out from my closet. She would kill me if I proposed today. She loves romcoms, but I think the cliche would take her out. 

“Mhm,” she hums. “Leaving you every few days is hard now— it’ll only be harder after that.” 

All I can do at the moment is kiss her. The fact the ring has been sitting in my closet for so long is killing me, but I have been holding out until she seems more ready for it. She would have been my wife already if it were just up to me. 

“That sounds like a deal to me, Red.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

Getting out of bed proved to be much more difficult today. Neither of us necessarily cared for Valentine’s Day, but we also spoiled each other all the time. Not to say that I didn’t come up with the best plans, because, well, I did. 

“Get some reading in, and then we can dress up.” I lean down, kissing her forehead. “I have everything planned for us tonight.” 

“Oh, do you?” 

“Mhmm,” I hum. Smiling as she stares up at me, running my hand over her head gently. “I have to remind everyone how lucky I am.” 

“Jacob,” she coos as her arms slink around my neck. 

“Mmm, you can keep saying that,” I mumble, practically falling back into bed. “I have to go downstairs for a little bit just to get everything ready so I can be all yours later.” 

She lets out a little sigh, “I’ll miss you.” Pouting that perfect little lip out as she looks at me. 

“Honey, stoooop—“ I start, grazing my thumb over her pout. “I’ll be back before you know it,” I tell her as I start to stand back up. 

“Wait—“ she lets out. I turn around to look at her, with only my jeans pulled on, buttoning them as she rakes her eyes over me. Suddenly, looking at the ceiling and muttering, “Thank you.” 

Through a chuckle, I ask, “who are we thanking?” 

“Cass, God, anybody who will listen,” she tells me.

“For what?” 

She smirks when she says, “For giving me a fine ass man.”

Giggling as I grab a shirt from my closet, I slowly make my way back over to her while I button, just the few bottom ones. Looking at her through my eyebrows and mumbling, “This fine ass man is gonna go to work now. Sooner I get down there, the sooner I’ll be yours for the rest of the night.” 

“Well, what are you waiting for— go!” She rambles out against my lips. “I love you! Don’t get lost! Make good choices!” 

Laughing into her, “I love you.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The down side of having a few more bartenders now, as opposed to just my family essentially, is that they are significantly more worried about everything. Which I appreciate in a staff, that they want me to be aware of things and don’t want to do something wrong, but god– life was easier when it was just Josh and I. 

I ran through all the possible scenarios and everything seemed normal. Not that the bar gets that busy on Valentine’s Day, but I do want to make sure they are all situated and comfortable before I’m gone for the day. Learning to step away more has been difficult, but when your girlfriend lives a few hours away, you learn quickly to relinquish a little control. 

Hardly a minute goes by, sitting in my office, and my phone starts buzzing. 

“Hi, is this Jacob?” A woman’s voice asks quietly. 

“Yes?” 

“Ahh, I’m so sorry to do this to you today, but–” her voice sounding timid, which doesn’t sit well with me.  “Unfortunately..  we overbooked for this evening.”

“Oh,” practically falls out of my mouth.

She sighs, sounding a bit defeated. “I’m really so sorry. We’re not entirely sure how this happened.” 

  “No, that’s okay. I understand,” I try to sound the least amount of irritated as I can. “Thank you.” 

Fuck. 

Frantically turned on my computer, determined to find a replacement restaurant that we could go to. It wasn’t necessarily crucial that we went there today– I just knew that Char really wanted to go. I’ll take her there next time she’s here for the weekend; that part isn’t a big deal. 

After spending a few minutes googling some options, there are a few that we could go to—calling every single one to make a reservation, just in case. Did I need to do that? No. But I’m not going to let today get messed up. In the midst of a phone call, the flowers I ordered for her were delivered to me. Whispering, thank you as I sign for them; I can’t lie, I do feel a little crazy with the amount of things I’m trying to juggle at the moment. 

Once I have reservations at four different restaurants, I do one more round through the bar and check in with two who are working, making sure they feel comfortable. 

“Just call me if you need me, but I know you two can handle it.” 

Running upstairs, flowers in hand and things are finally feeling like they’re back on track. Sneaking inside, it’s a little embarrassing how excited I always am to see her. 

Calling out to her as I walk through the door, “Honey?” 

She walks out from the hallway, wrapped in a towel but her make up and hair are perfectly done. Her eyes lighting up as she looks at me. I don’t think there will be a day where she doesn’t leave me speechless. 

“Um,” I hesitate, as if this is the first time I’ve seen her like this. “I got these for you.” 

She reaches out, taking the little bundle of flowers from me, “You’re too sweet.” Leaning against my chest and kissing my cheek, but quickly wiping her thumb over the spot. She quietly giggles, “Apparently, this lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.” 

“You can make a mess of me later,” I whisper to her, tilting her chin up so I can lightly kiss her. “What are you wearing tonight?” 

She tugs me along with her back to my room, grabbing a short black dress off my bed. My head may as well have been spinning when she dropped her towel. Watching her slip into this tight little dress. The satin hugging every part of her body and I have to refrain from being too excited about it. 

“Can you–” she starts to ask but just turns around so I can finish zipping the back for her. And at the end of the day, I’m still a man. Leaning down, leaving a few kisses on her shoulder and creeping up her neck. 

“You’re unreal,” I mumble next to her ear. 

She pulls out a black button-up for me, but I have to make sure she’s just as excited as I am. Grabbing my rings from my nightstand and slipping them on, and naturally pulling out my nicer watch. Letting her help me put it on, not because I needed the help, but feeling her hands on me in any way is everything I want. 

“Baby,” Char’s voice rings from behind me as I’m spraying a little more cologne. Turning to her, she’s holding my phone out. 

It’s one of the bartenders. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

Her voice sounds timid as she says, “Hey, there’s a uh.. situation down here.” 

My eyes shut tightly, asking, “What kind of situation?” Char’s eyebrows shoot up as she watches me. 

“Well, um,” she hesitates. “We were just prepping some things, and she may have slipped a little with a knife while she was cutting up some limes and–”

My head falls back, trying not to get mad, “I’ll be right there.” 

“Is everything okay?” Char’s voice is quiet. 

I let out a long breath, shaking my head gently as I looked at her. “There was a lime cutting incident.” Grabbing both of her hands, I tell her, “I’m so sorry. I just need to go make sure she’s okay real quick.” 

“It’s not your fault,” she whispers, slipping one of her hands away to smooth out my brows. Not realizing how stressed I actually looked. “Just do what you need to do.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The way it was explained over the phone was definitely a sugar-coated version of what I walked into. Grateful that the bar wasn’t overloaded with people, but seeing one of your bartenders completely pale trying to mix drinks is not the best look. 

“Hey, come with me,” I tap her arm. Walking her to the back room, and having her just sit on the floor for me. “Can I look at it?” 

She nods, and I can see the way she’s fighting the tears. Unwrapping the paper towel bandage she’d made for herself, it was not a pretty sight. That looks like it fucking hurts. Draping the paper towel back over it, I quickly grab everything from the first aid box we have. 

“I’m gonna redo this, okay?” I ask, but it’s really more of a telling situation. “It’s probably going to be uncomfortable, and you can cuss me out if you want. I just don’t need you getting infected.” 

Looking at her, still white as a ghost but letting out a small laugh. 

“I’m sorry,” I let out as I started wiping off the nasty cut. Seeing her wince makes me stop for a second, so I’m not making her completely miserable. Even after the little break, I carefully try to clean it as much as I can, but it’s a pretty deep cut. Lifting her hand so I can make sure to clean off any extra blood that may have dripped, but moving it must have been the last straw when I hear the sad exhale. 

The tears finally escaped, and I can’t deny that I’m impressed with how long she lasted. She looks like a mess between me trying to clean up one hand, and then she’s still regaining color in her face, and now she’s crying. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whisper. Moving a bit quicker with the rest of it; dropping a tiny bit of ointment into the pad of the bandaid and wrapping it fairly tight around her finger. “There you go- it’s over.” 

Watching as she cries into her not damaged hand for a second, my heart hurts for her. She’s hardly over twenty-one and very sweet; I’ve been lucky that she goes to college nearby, even if she only works part-time. I can’t make her stay after this. 

“Why don’t you go home? We can figure out a different night for you,” I tell her, gently rubbing her arm, hoping it’ll help calm her down. “Let me get you some water so you can come back to life before you drive, though.” 

Me: that was horrific 

Char: oh no :( is she okay now? 

Me:  better but I’m sending her home

Me: she started crying I can’t make her stay 

It only took a little bit for her to seem a bit more stable, but I sat with her until she looked alive enough to drive home. Meanwhile, I had been texting everyone else, trying to find someone to come in on short notice. 

The only option right now is to see if Josh can get here early enough for me to escape. But I know those lovebirds are probably off and in a different universe at this point. Which I can’t fault him for, I did give him the day off.  

The customers start rolling in, I glance over at the bartender I have left, “Hey, I’m just gonna go call Charlotte real quick. I’ll be right back.”

She throws me a thumbs-up before walking over to someone who’s about to sit down. 

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” the only way I’d describe how I sound is desperate. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She almost laughs, “It’s okay.”

“No, no, it’s not. I had this whole thing and-” I start to rattle off my plan when she cuts me off. 

“Baby, I’m not mad at you.” I couldn’t ask for a better woman in my life, I swear to god. She sweetly asks,  “Do you want me to help with anything?”

“Honey, no, absolutely not,” I tell her. Disappointed isn’t a strong enough word for how I felt when I told her, “I’ll try to get someone to come in for the rest of the night if I can, but I’m not sure if that’s going to happen.”

Her voice was still calm, telling me, “Just do what you have to, okay? I love you.” 

🖤 🖤 🖤

The rest of the night was like a blur. More people ended up coming in than I would have expected on a romantic holiday, but I guess where else do you go when you’re single on Valentine’s Day but a pirate-themed bar? 

Grateful for the bartender that I did have tonight; she absolutely handled the crowd better than I expected after the way her shift started. Nobody deserves to play doctor when they aren’t prepared for it. I tipped her out as quickly as possible so she could get home and sleep off the chaos that she dealt with. 

Standing there, listening to Night Moves as usual, while I shut down the POS when I can feel the energy in the room shift. 

“Hey,” Char’s voice softly graces my ears from behind me.

“Hey you,” I let out before asking, “What are you doing down here?” Reaching my hand out to her, pulling her in close.

“I have an idea,” She tells me quietly. “Just finish whatever you need to.” Kissing my cheek but not wiping it off this time. 

“You look beautiful, by the way,” I tell her as she sneaks off down the hall. 

It’s only a few minutes before I have everything taken care of behind the bar, and she’s been scurrying around the whole time. I wouldn’t have guessed her plan in a million years. 

Walking over to the corner booth, a candle lit in the middle of it with a little charcuterie board next to it. Her favorite throw blanket was tossed onto the seat. Feeling her hands slide around my waist from behind, turning me around to her. 

“I made us some food since you got stuck down here,” She says quietly, fixing my collar and scooting the chain of my necklace so the clasp is behind me again. She winks at me when she says, “I figured you would have drinks covered.”

“Of course,” my voice and eyes soften as I look at her.  “What would you like, honey?” 

“I think Valentine’s Day calls for wine,” she gently taps my lips a few times before sliding into the booth. 

Walking back with our wine, I hand hers over, “For you.” Sliding into the booth with her, trying not to laugh at the way she had her legs wrapped up in the blanket. 

“So, what happened with the lime incident?” she asks. 

Taking a couple minutes to explain what happened, without saying anything too gross. I don’t want to ruin the mood or our ability to eat. 

“Enough about work,” I breathe out, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the back of it. “I love you. I’ll still find a night to take you out.” 

“I’m just happy to see you,” she beams at me. “Especially when you’re dressed like this.” 

She very intentionally and obviously checks me out, hitting me with a cheesy little wink after. God, I love her. I can’t resist kissing her a few times, giggling into each other like we always have. It’s like the honeymoon stage never went away with this girl. 

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” I tell her, feeling a bit guilty at how late it is.

Her hand cups my jaw as she looks at me, “You looked so sad earlier. I couldn’t let the day be a complete fail.” 

My head tilts, leaning into her hand as my eyes shut, just soaking up the moment. Laughing as I tell her, “I swear one of these years I’ll get better at this.” 

“Well, lucky for you— we have a lot of Valentine’s Days ahead of us,” she giggles. 

I glance around the room for a second, looking back over to her, “We could still make this one memorable.” Wiggling my eyebrows at her, and her eyes light up at it. 

“In here?” 

“Like our first time,” I whisper, letting my hand slide up her thigh. 

Her arms slip around my neck, smiling into a kiss before whispering, “Aye, aye, Captain.” 

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[wandering-submissivegirl]

If one of your ex' friends breaks up you should ask your ex to offer you up as a replacement hole. The friend decides how, with the covers over you, a paper bag over your head or clothed in a similar way to his ex. Just give him the chance to think of her again while fucking you, the replacement hole. Make sure to remind him he can call you by her name too.

Alternatively this works perfectly if one of their date nights get cancelled.

I told my ex about this. And he told me that one of his friends’ girlfriends was away for the week therefore he was not gonna be able to get any action on valentines night so therefore I should be a girlfriend replacement service. I was ordered to turn up in my own clothes and the. Strip and go into the bedroom where his friend will have selected an outfit belonging to his gf for me to change into. I got there and left my expensive clothes just inside the doorway and stepped into the bedroom. Where I was met with a light blue crop top with a heart on it, a micro mini skirt, 4 inch heels and hair bobbles with a note that said pigtails. I put the outfit on and realised I looked like such a slutty skank and walked out to him. He told me that I looked perfect and much better than he’d ever seen me in before. Then he gave me my panties I had worn there and told me to wear them because he wanted me to get them wet and keep them. As I put them on he gave me a pair of his gfs dirty panties and told me to put them in my mouth as punishment for being such a naughty slut. They tasted so sweaty and stale I gagged as I put them in. He then told me he wanted a lap dance as his gf would never give him one. So I danced on his lap, awkwardly with his gfs panties in my mouth. He groped my ass and grinded his cock on the skirt as I danced. He told me I was a very good replacement gf and I should get on my knees. I did and he took the panties out of my mouth and placed them down and told me to please him. I started by kissing and teasing his cock through his boxers. Making sure to keep eye contact. He told me to lower them and I did so and he moaned and grabbed my pigtails. Pulling my head down onto his hard cock. He spanked my ass as I sucked him and I could feel him getting bigger in my mouth as he held me close I felt his cum shoot out into my mouth but he didn’t let go, he held me there to take it all in my mouth. When he finally released me I was gagging for air and he looked very satisfied. Then he relaxed over and grabbed a vibe and told me to put it in my cunt. I did so and felt it immediately turn me on. He takes his gfs dirty panties back in my mouth and told me to get to cleaning his house. He said his gf was home on Saturday and if it was a mess she wouldn’t be happy with him. He said for every room that was satisfactory I would get an item of my clothing back to take home. So there were my £120 heels, my designer black jeans, my favourite t shirt and my Christian Dior jacket. I realised the vibe was controlled by him and he would get me as wet as possible as he had already laid claim to my underwear. It was unbearable. Cleaning for him while he toyed with the vibe inside me. Knowing I was doing a good job so his girlfriend would think he had done it, probably so that he would get another bj out of it. All while dressed as a slutty skank. I cleaned his kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom and he inspected it all and was satisfied. But he said he needed to give me one last gift before I went and told me to get changed into my own clothes. I did so and knelt before him. The vibe still making me so horny. He got his cock out and I sucked it like a good girl for him and he told me that he’d dreamt of doing this ever since he’d first met me. He said the fact I was such a stuck up bitch made him so hard and it was his dream to have me on my knees in front of him. He told me to beg for his cum and as I did so with his cock in my mouth he pulled out and cum all over my face. In my hair and over my top and jacket. He kept jerking and squeezing it out over my face as I knelt there. He told me to lick it up and used his gfs panties to wipe his cock clean, before shoving them in my mouth and telling me to remove my own and the vibe. I took them off and handed them to him. Soaking wet and he told me to keep his gfs in my mouth while I drove home. And that’s the story of how I served my asshole ex bfs 11th friend and tasted his cum and his gfs sweaty panties all the way home

[analysistics]

Y/n needs Chris...

Angst, slight panic attack, pet names, just cuddling, use of "baby"

Chris is in bed, doom scrolling on TikTok, tagging Matt in thirst traps. Y/n is at home in her bed, tossing and turning. She’s asleep, but her brain is on overdrive. Thoughts whip through her head, creating a wicked fever dream. She jolts awake, heart pounding as she sits bolt upright in bed. She gasps for air, eyes darting around the room. She sits there, feeling so small and helpless, curling into herself and starting to cry. Everything swirls around her. Homework, tests, college, life as a whole… She scrambles for her phone, fumbling with it to call Chris. Chris jumps a little when his phone starts to ring, but smiles when he sees it’s y/n. ”Hey, baby.” He smiles. Y/n breathes a small sigh of relief upon hearing her boyfriend’s voice. She sniffles and Chris’s face drops. “Baby.” ”Chris?” She says, her meek voice shaking. ”What’s wrong?” He asks, sitting up. Y/n tries to figure out how to explain, but all that can be heard is her heavy breathing. ”C-c-can’t…” Is all she manages to get out. Chris softens. “Can’t what, baby?” He asks, trying to coax it out of her. She tries to explain, but everytime she starts to try and form words in her head, her chest tightens and she cries harder. Chris can’t stand listening to her cries anymore and flings the covers off of him. “I’m coming, baby. Sit tight, just breathe.” He says, voice firm. She nods, even though he can’t see her, trying to breathe. Chris throws a hoodie on and rushes upstairs to grab his keys and shoes. “Just breathe, you’re okay, sweetheart…” He continues as he makes his way to the car, continuing his sweet nothings as he drives to y/n’s house. He parks on the street and carefully climbs the tree next to her window, tapping on it lightly. Y/n sees him and jumps up, running to the window and unlocking it, pulling it open, and pulling Chris inside. Chris climbs through the window and shuts it behind him, immediately taking his girlfriend in his arms. “It’s okay, baby… I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He whispers, stroking her hair as she cries into his chest. She pulls back and puts her arms up, making grabby hands. Chris’s heart melts and he stoops to pick her up, easily holding her against his chest. She clings to him, her body molding against his so perfectly. He cradles her like she’s the most precious thing in the world, and softly sways with her, gently rocking her side to side, whispering comforting words in her ear. “I’ve got you…. Nothing will happen to you… I’ll keep you safe from everything….Everything’s gonna be okay, baby girl…” Chris’s scent, warmth, and words quickly soothe y/n and she melts into him. He chuckles. “That’s my girl…” Y/n nuzzles into his neck, mumbling; “I love you, Chris.” She says, eyes closed, cheek squished against his shoulder. He coos, his tough guy exterior deteriorating to nothing. He carries her to bed, laying her down, keeping one hand on her thigh while he unties his shoes. He kicks them off and tucks his little girlfriend into the covers, climbing in next to her. She clings onto him, nuzzling her way in. He grins, staring down at y/n. His whole world in his arms, and he’ll do anything to protect her. “Everything will work out…. I’ll make sure of it.” He whispers, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead before drifting off to sleep.

@owensbabygirl request

Here you go! I hope I did a good job!

[skeletoninthemelonland]

[dykedvonte]

Discussing the NCR (Fallouts NV's Military Industrial Complex)

Fallout regularly discusses the idea of the military, its faults, its strengths, and most importantly, the psycho-social aspects of it regarding those who are members. We have seen a direct critique of the military generalized through the Enclave's overt nationalism, the hoarding of resources and indoctrination through the Brotherhood of Steel, and an almost eerily modern critique of the whole military-industrial complex through the NCR in New Vegas. In these series of posts, I will be focusing primarily if not exclusively on the last one.

The NCR we see in the game is strictly the military side of things and the depiction of active occupation during a time of eminent war, conflicting factions, and resource scarcity. It is in this we are missing a major factor that negatively affects the view of the NCR in the game and out: Civilian life along with citizen opinion on the military. While we do get Mojave civilian opinion on the military (often neutral or negative) we do not get those who are New California Republic citizens, not those who actually discuss the military more so not understanding the importance of the occupation and the President's choices.

We do not see how life is regularly lived by the average citizen as we have not seen New California in New Vegas, though, we get words and glimpses that the people are relatively content in the growing country minus the fact many people are not happy with the choice of encroaching on the Mojave. This most similarly reflects it's real-world application that many civilian citizens reject acquisition and war due to the economic effects it has on the country and the general violence/loss associated.

In this, we come to an issue of losing a perspective that is unique to the NCR as a military representative. The Brotherhood is notably a place where its active members are intertwined with its efforts, the young are raised to be scribes, paladins, etc... To where even if one is not fighting for The Brotherhood, they are still intertwined, it's propaganda is the life. The Enclave is even more cut n' dry in that it is mostly made up of government representatives. It is a group even smaller than the former, even more selective and intertwined that their propaganda IS a form of Eugenics. The NCR is unique in that there is a clear distinction between what is the military force, the civilian population, and the choice if one wants to be a part of the former.

There is a distinct difference in the cultures of the factions you are born into and those you must enlist or join (forcibly for some). While this is a long-winded way to get into the actual discussion I want to facilitate throughout these posts I wanted an initial background post to understand the aspects I am and am not exploring and explaining along with a hub post to link everything I intend to discuss in the coming days and weeks, starting with:

Why Do People Join the NCR?

...which will be discussed and linked back here like everything else regarding to this topic.

Links: TBA

[howlingdemon13]

If I had a nickel for every fandom I wandered into that has a toxic attitude towards adaptations of the source material, I'd have two nickles... And I don't even want one nickel at this point...