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Thinking about designationless reader...
Imagine how alone she must've been for all her life. It started since she was young, her parents pushing her to the corner of the home, away from the family, and naturally, her siblings would follow their parents' lead, pointedly ignoring her, and finding any excuse available to be out of her presence. She wouldn't understand them anyway, she can't tell the difference between noises nor could she even recognize scents. It just wouldn't work.
Reader thinks that maybe she could find someone, anyone in school, but kids are like sharks, except instead of smelling blood, they smell the lack of all scents on her. Most kids have a combination of their own and their family members' scents. Reader has nothing, so everyone continues the pattern, but now with more stares and jeers and hushed giggles. Reader knows that bullying is bad, but anything would be better than simply not existing to anyone. That's what the others say, at least, that she's nothing, nobody. Never to her face, though, just in the whispers shared between friends.
She eventually tries to find others like her through the wonders of the internet. There's maybe a handful more scattered in her country, but none are her age, and all have their own families who care about them. Was it just her who wasn't deserving of love, of connection? Reader reaches out to them, and they talk a little, but before long, through no one's fault, it falls through. She was bad at talking anyway, even if she doesn't have to worry about scents or sounds that aren't there, she never knew much about context or connotation. She never had the opportunity to learn about the intricacies in communication. Reader is back alone.
The military eventually scouts her, and it's the first time anyone has ever really looked at her. Sure, they look at her like a valuable tool, but a tool is better than nothing. Reader obviously joins, desperate for crumbs. She climbs the ranks, gets the job done. She is good at her job, so people respect her. She learns how to talk professionally, emails, texts, and so one, but no one talks to her on leave. No one invites her to the pub after a good mission. No one even talks to her in the mess. But people do talk to her when they have to, and that's enough. Maybe she even gets a callsign. Doe. After Jane Doe, the placeholder name for unknown individuals, and insult if anything.
Now there's the 141. They invite her to things. They talk to her. They touch her. Reader exists for them. She isn't just an unknown person stuck in the background and invisible to everyone else, and Reader doesn't know what to do. Her speech is awkward and overly professional, even in personal settings. How is she supposed to be friends with someone, multiple someones? How is she supposed to move? To act? To express? She doesn't know, but she really wants to learn. At least now she has good teachers.
ANON YOU GENIUSSSS okay but this? Perfect. AHHHH I ADORE THIS IDEA!! Esp the jane doe callsign omg yes
You werenât used to being seen.
Growing up, you learned quickly how to make yourself small- how to exist quietly, without taking up space, without asking for too much. Because the few times you had asked- asked for a hug, asked to be let into the nest, asked why you felt so different- the answers had all been the same.
No.
Not now.
Not you.
It wasnât that your parents didnât love you. You were sure they did, in their own way. But love was hard to feel when your mother flinched at your touch like you were something disgusting, when your father sighed like he was tired every time you entered the room as if you were taking up space he was saving for his other children. When your siblings built their nests without you, curling into piles of warmth and safety while you sat outside the door, knees pulled to your chest and hands balled into fists to keep them from knocking, a cold ache burrowing itself in your chest.
You stopped knocking eventually.
You stopped trying.
You used to wonder if youâd done something wrong- if maybe you could fix yourself and everything would go back to normal. But it wasnât something you could fix. It was just⊠you.
Scentless.
Designationless.
Invisible.
School had been worse, perhaps the worst. At least your family had pretended not to notice how different you were. The other kids didnât bother pretending. They stared openly, whispered behind your back, laughed when you walked by. Youâd caught bits and pieces of what they said- weird, wrong, broken, as if they hoped by having you hear their words, theyâd convince you to leave at last.
Youâd started keeping your head down after that, slipping through the halls like a shadow. No one talked to you unless they had to, and even then they either did it with a mocking, jeering tone that echoes in your nightmares or with a meek tone; as if your lack of everything is contagious. No one sat next to you at lunch, either. When partners were assigned, you always ended up working alone per your teachersâ instructions.
It was easier that way.
At least, thatâs what you told yourself.
By the time you joined the military, youâd gotten good at being alone. You didnât need friends. Didnât need packmates. You had work, and work didnât care if you were quiet or awkward or too stiff to laugh at the right jokes. Work didnât care if you flinched when people got too close or froze when someone raised their voice. Work demanded to be done, and you had nothing and no one to stop you from that.
But the military also has the same teens who used to bully you so consistently. Rookies all to ready and happy to lord over you. Itâs how you get your despised callsign, Doe. Jane Doe. A cruel mockery, comedy wherein you are the joke that has the world laughing.
Still, you wear it. Itâs still an acknowledgment and that will always be better than never being seen. You flit from team to team, unit to unit, always an observer from afar, watching everyone around you speak a language you canât.
But the 141 was different, when you eventually end up working for them.
They cared.
They cared in ways you werenât ready for.
Soap was relentless, dragging you into conversations even when you barely knew what to say. He filled the silences like it didnât bother him, kept talking for the both of you, lounging against you unbothered, until you started talking back. Gaz was gentlest, steadier. He never pushed, just lingered close enough to remind you he was there, waiting, whenever you were ready. Quiet, silent acceptance youâd never been given before, and you were yet far too afraid to so easily cling to it.
And the Alphas- Price and Ghost- were worse.
Price had a way of looking at you that made your chest ache, like he saw you, really saw you, and didnât mind what he found. Scentless, with no designation and all. Ghost was quieter, sharper, but his eyes tracked you everywhere, presence wrapping around you like he was staking a claim you didnât understand, like he was teying to etch every part of you behind his eyelids.
You didnât know what to do with it.
They didnât give you space. They sat next to you at meals, tugged you along when they went out for drinks, called you over during breaks like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it felt natural- until it didnât, because sometimes you still felt like an outsider.
Like you didnât belong.
You tried to hide it, but they saw through you. They always did, and they never shied away.
When you started avoiding the mess hall, it was Gaz who caught you, shoving a plate of food into your hands and dragging you to sit with him like it wasnât a big deal. When you hung back during missions, letting the others fall into their pack dynamics without you, Soap was the one who looped an arm around your shoulders and pulled.
And when you flinched, once, at the sharp sound of someoneâs voice echoing down the hall- when you tensed so hard it made your fingers tremble- it was Price who closed the distance, standing in front of you like a wall and letting Ghost linger at your back. Neither of them said a word.
They didnât have to.
You werenât used to being protected. You werenât used to belonging.
But they made it hard not to.
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Arcane Characters with a Puerto Rican Fem S/O
Jayce, Viktor, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Ekko, Sevika, Vander (nsfw)
Jayce
I like the idea that he is also Latino/Hispanic
Maybe Brazilian or Colombian
My sexy Latin PapĂ
In Piltover there isnât really a big Latin community, so when he heard that you were Puerto Rican he befriended you reallllll fast
You studied botany and tech ecology, while he engineering
You wanted to save your islands flora and fauna by incorporating advanced tech, while he wanted to improve lives with magic ïżŒ
You believed his dream since the beginning, even if you looked at him sometimes like he was crazy
âYou have no idea what these crystals are capable of! What if we combine those aqueducts you designed for plant growth with runes? We can triple food production by 110%!â Jayce wrote equations on the board, mind going miles per second
âYou think it can regrow completely deforested areas in less than 40 years?â You humored him.
âWhat if we can do it in less than 10?! The possibilities are endless! I promise that when I crack this, I will paint the whole world green for you.â Did he know how to warm your heartâŠ
Jayce is a super touchy person and always has to have skin to skin contact like a new born
You get mistaken for a couple a lot before you even officially started dating
Always kisses you on the cheek when you greet each other. A very Latino thing!
Piltoverâs greetings are very cold, only handshakes and shoulder pats. So he was ecstatic to finally have someone to do it with outside his family
Viktor became a victim of your kisses. But he secretly enjoys itïżŒ
Jayce always smells good! Ximena taught him good hygiene since he was little. Whenever he feels a light sweat coming on he immediately hits the showers
Has a gold chain! Never takes it off. It was originally his fatherâs.
Doesnât speak very good Spanish, but you teach him in between Hextech protects and meetings
You guys talk endlessly about your backgrounds and even bring treats to each other
âMmmâ oh, fuck!â He moaned shoving another spoon full of food into his mouth. Eyes rolling to the back of his head
âJayce it really isnât that good.â You were blushing like crazy, completely forgetting the plate in front of you. You just wanted to do something nice for him
âWhat are you taking about?! Itâs the best thing Iâve had in weeks!â
He had been working his ass off building the new Hextech towers and surviving on sandwiches for the past month
âI also brought dessert, if you are interestedâŠâ
Jayce looked at you with puppy dog eyes. Absolutely enamored. Cheeks full like a chipmunk
âI. Love. You. Soooo. Much.â Jayce said grabbing your face and kissing you all over
âTe amo, mi rey.â (I love you, my king.) You said while gently wiping the side of his lips with your thumb
Jayce can dance! And I mean really dance. Ximena put him in classes when he was little because she didnât want him to forget his roots
Dancing with Jayce is about passion, making love on the dance floor. Bodies pressed against each other, hands running above hot pumping blood and flesh. Heavy eye contact that yells sex and pleasure
You guys have sex in the forge all the time, instead of pounding hot metal he pounds that wet pussy (hahaha!)
Watching him pull the chains of the fire pit just gets it going for you. Back sweaty from the flames and work. Tan skin so glossy like copper
From you just wanting some papers to be signed for an new upcoming project turned into you having him on the workshop table
âJust like that, mi reina (my queen ). Como me haces sentir tan bien.â (You make me feel so good.)â
Jayce was thrusting into your cunt, the wood of the desk rattleing with every give and take. Your hands on his bare ass and his bracing your sides
When Jayce found your cuntâs sweet spot, the one that made your head fall into his shoulder with your eyes rolling back; pornografic grunt on your lips, he found gold
âYou like that?â He grinned, finding solace in pleasure he gave you. Amused at how his body served yours so well
âMmmmâ yeahâŠâ You licked the sweat of his jaw, slight stubble rough against your tongue
You loved him so much. Him with his stupid little smiles and big hands. And oh those eyes that made you dream of a safer tomorrow
âEsos ojitos de miel son tan bonitos. Te quiero comer enterito, papĂ!â (Those honey eyes are so pretty. I want to eat you whole, love!) You were practically going feral at his grasp. Eating at his neck and chest, savoring the taste of ash on his skin
You leaned back on your elbows, breasts jumping at his thrusts. Grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand up to cup your tit. Watching his cock drill in and out of your pussy. He was close by the knit of his eyebrows. Hips becoming harsher and sloppy
Jayce teased your clit, moving his fingers in the way you liked. Loving the clench of your walls as you grained your pelvis on his dick
âAssssĂĂĂĂ, cabrĂłnââ(jusssstt like that, fuckerâ)
You came together in a world wind of grunts and curses. You creaming on his cock. Jayce rested his body weight on you as he came undone. Easing his head from your collar bones and giving his lips a peck. You loved how disheveled he looked, all fucked out with empty watery eyes
âWant me to give you a blowjob as you sign these for me?â You said brushing the hair of his face. Thankful for the shower he had installed at your request
âI would be an idiot to say no!â
Jayce is the king of aftercare! He will always have a snack or even a little trinket to give you after sex
âLook, I made a little pendant of the PR map!â Jayce showed you the little piece of metal. White teeth glinting as he was so proud of his artistry
âOh my Godâ it uhmm⊠It has character alright!â
It looked more like a disheveled bean but you wore it proudly everywhere! You love your man
When you start dating Jayce, Viktor became your much appreciated third wheel
You always pack extra goodies and food in Jayceâs lunch box so that he gets feed too
Getting sad when Jayce comes home with tears in his eyes because his friend doesnât take good care in himself
You even go as far as bringing him homemade meal preps to his house so he always has a warm dinner
Jayceâs favorite dishes you make are anything meat based: Bistec encebollado (beef steak with grilled onions), pollo guisado (stewed chicken in red sauce served over white rice), and pernil (slow oven roasted pork with crispy skin)
Would never admit to his mamĂĄ that your cooking is better than hers
And his mom absolutely invites you over to cook with her
Saying that she needs to pass on her recipes to her future daughter-in-lawïżŒ
You like spending Christmas at the Talis residence. A big old family gathering with delicious food and music
Ximena was more than pleased knowing that Jayce got himself a Latin girl!
Get ready to pump out some big chunky babies! This man is a Latino at heart and that comes with a few kids running around
The first time you ever visited the Talis home, Ximena took out all of Jayceâs baby pictures
âAwww, look at your tushy! Plump as ever I see.â
Jayce put his head in his hands. Ears red from his naked baby photos that you were so entranced by
âMamĂ, please for the love of God put them away!â
Ximena gave her wedding ring to Jayce shortly after you left. The ring was carved and made by Jayceâs late father
âSi te vas a casar con cualquier persona, Jayce, tiene que ser ella.â (If youâre going to marry someone, Jayce, it has to be her.)
You call Jayce cerebrito (little brain) and he loves calling you mi tesoro (my treasure)
Viktor
Viktor knows the struggles of making it in Piltover as an outsider, both being form the Undercity and physically disabled
And making it to the best academy in Piltover while being different was surely a merit on its own
From simple study buddies to lovers. You fell first, but he fell harder
You call him estrellita (little star) because of his many beauty marks
Iâve read that people like to headcanon him as Czech, and I like thatâŠ. I like at ALOT
Teaches your words in his language to talk shit behind Jayceâs back. And by shit I mean make fun of his failed prototypes
Viktor straight out asked you to teach him the dirties curse words PR has to offer. And oh boy, do you give him a colorful listâ
CabrĂłn (bastard), puñeta (fuck), hijo de puta (son of a whore), me cago en tu madre (I shit on your mom), mama bicho (cock sucker) , me cago en naâ (I shit on nothing), vete pal carajo (go fuck yourself)â
One time he got pissed at Jayce for not doing an equation right that ended up with the lab half burned to the ground.
You just stood next to Viktor as you watched them bicker at each other like a married couple. Jayce cleaning up the ash of his failed work
âYou should have run them by me or Sky first, Jayce! We are partners, not competitors!â Viktor threw his now burned lab coat at him, hitting Jayce in the chest
âWell you shouldnât have been making improvements to the Hexcore without my knowledge then!â Jayce pointed at Viktor, nailing back the fallen boards with unnecessary force. Wow, grumpy Jayce never got old
âYou know what, Jayceââ Viktor looked at you with a evil glint in his eyes. Oh, no⊠âÂĄMe cago en tu madre!â
Jayce gasped like an old woman seeing a half naked girl at church. Mamaâs boy Talis was going out for blood today
âDonât talk about my MamĂ like thatââ he pointed at Viktor, hammer in one hand ready to knock his brains out.
âCome here you fucker!â Jayce launched towards Viktor as he scrambled to the other side of the desk
âJayce, please donât strain him too much! I still would like him in one piece!â
You were caught in this mess trying not to laugh as Viktor ran away with a giggle from his soon to be killer
âTake it back or Iâm going to take that leg brace I built off with the bone still attached!â
âNever!â Viktor yelled triumphantly
It ended with Jayce and Viktor on their ass thanks to a good back head slap on your part
Guava enthusiasts. You brought mantecaditos (short bread cookies with guava paste on top) one time to the lab and they were gone before Jayce could try them
âSeriously, Viktor you didnât even save me oneââ Jayce was looking inside the tin box with sad puppy dog eyes. Only finding crumbs at the every bottom
âThere werenât that many in the box anyways, Jayce.â Viktor said hiding the last cookies in his desk drawer. You made over 40 cookies, but he was never going to tell Jayce that
He likes anything vinegar based and soups. Like guineitos en escabeche (boiled green bananas dressed in a vinegar sauce) and sancocho (a hearty stew with a bunch of meat and vegetables like cabbage and yams)
Itâs so funny hearing him pronounce the foods he likes! Viktor is really good at rolling his râs. His accent is just to cute!
âWhat did you want me to make you Viktor?â You tried to hide your laughter as you looked at a grumpy Viktor
âI told you that I want that dulce de lecussy. The one you made last week with pieces of cheese.â He huffed
âYou mean dulce de LECOSA!â (candied papaya in sweet syrup with firm cheese) You crackled with lungs on fire from laughing so hard
âAnd what did I say then?!â He sassed at you trying to dim his smile
âThat you basically wanted dessert pussy!!â
âI would mind that either, actually.â You gave him a slap on his shoulder. The sheer perversion of this man!
âÂĄFo, que puerco eres!â (Ew, youâre such a pig!)
âHow dare you call me a pigââ he gasped as you ran away from his wrath
He chased you with his cane and you ran around giggling trying to escape him
Viktor definitely has put in some weight and looks so much healthier
âIâm blaming you for my favorite trousers not fitting anymore.â
Once you showing him how real Puerto Rican girls twerk you created a new type of man. You decided to surprise him with a naked lesson. Rewarding him for the success of the Hextech gates.
âAnd what exactly do you call this?â Viktor rasped out. One hand firmly placed on your right hip. As the other went white holding the handle off his cane. Voice heavy with the heat of pleasure
âPerreoâ you looked back at Viktor, watching him savor the ripples of your skin as you shook your body to the lyrics of Ivy QueenïżŒ
âMmm perreoâŠâ he reaped absentmindedly
Pressing the cusp of your cunt on his clothed bulge, ass cheeks consuming and spilling out from his pelvis. Shaking your hips at various speeds and rhythms
Alternating between having your hands on the floor with your legs spread wide, having your knees bent with your fits on them, taking an ass cheek and spreading it so Viktor can see your sloppy pussy
âEres bella.â (Youâre beautiful.) heavy tongued, loving that the phrases you taught him were finally doing their magic
âTake that cock out now, jodio cabrĂłn (fucking bastard).â Fuck did Viktor make you horny
âSo vulgar.â He slowly unzipped his pants. Torturing you. He released his beautiful long cock. Dripping lines of precum down his head to his shaft ïżŒ
You moaned at the sight of his dick, ready to be stuffed full. Spreading your pussy lips as an invitation. âPut it in.â
âI didnât know that just a little dance could make you so aroused. Tell me what otherâ ohhhh, Janna!â Viktor had the wind knocked out of his lungs. Mouth gapping in pleasure
Sinking down his length shut him up. Pressing your ass until your cunt was consuming Viktor in a tight hold. Pushing him deep into the concrete
You swiftly shaking your ass faster than ever before. Not letting a single inches of that glorious dick escape your needy walls. One hand on the cold lab floor and the other playing with your clit
Viktor was whining, overwhelmed by the heat of your body. Hand letting go of his cane, it hit the ground with a powerful thud. Bracing himself on your hips
âIâm going to c-cum, my loveââ
âHechame esa leche adentroâ mmmmmm⊠¥Que rico eres, mi blanquito lindo!â (Cum inside meâ mmmmmm⊠Youâre delicious, my pretty little white boy!â)
Viktor came with a silente scream coating the inside of your pussy. If it wasnât for the wall supporting Viktorâs back he would be on the ground by now
âThat was incredible.â He stated, eyes wide with wonder and face flushed
He certainly asked for perreo lessons later on
And Viktor surprisingly can shake his hips very well! Which comes in handy for more than just one thingâŠ
Vi
When you told her you were Puerto Rican she definitely said: âA mi me gusta la chocha de Puerto Rico.â (I love Puerto Rican pussy.)
You introduced her to reggaeton and now there is no going back, her favorite artist is Daddy Yankee
She likes to dirty dance with you, having your ass pressed against her pelvis. Especially when she has Bacardi in her veins
Vi doesnât care what you put in her plate as long as itâs fresh and delicious
She enjoyes rice based dishes the most, like arroz con calamares (rice with calamari) and arroz con salchicha (rice with cocktail weenies)
She once downed a full bottle of coquito (coconut eggnog) on her own
Viâs favorite dessert is arroz con coco (a coconut rice pudding)
She definitely makes fun of you for not being able to say certain words right!
Donât EVER make a Puerto Rican say âjewelryâ or âburglaryâ. We are allergic to Lâs and Râs and it will cause us to go into septic shock!
Likes being called gringa by you. Thinks itâs hot when you say it, especially when she annoys the crap out of you
Her favorite curse word is vete palâ carajo (go fuck yourself). And when she gets into scuffles or fights she always tosses it around
And sheâs like âyeah, my girlfriend taught me that. Iâm a bilingual queen as well.â She low key embarrassed the fuck out of you when she says that
âVi, I really donât want to do thisââ Vi was strapping a pair of boxing gloves to your hands. âWhat if I get hurt? What if I hurt you?â
âDonât worry about me, cupcake! I can take a few punches just fine. Iâll go easy on you. And besidesââ she slapped the side of your headbrace. âIâve seen you practice with Powder before. Ehh, itâs kind of pathetic how you throw a fist to be honest.â She gave your nose a peck, turning around and taking her side of the ring
âHey! Iâm a great hit!â You sassed placing your gloved hands on your hips
It was ON. You definitely were out for blood
âThen prove it! The stage is yours!â She ran the little bell that was attached at the wall.
It been less than 6 minutes in and you were already panting
Vi was definitely going light on you. Not even taking the spots you intentionally let open for her. She only dodged your every attempt to get a hit in
Light on her feet as she tripped your leg, causing you to fall on the ropes of the ring.
You wanted to call it, but your pride was too strong. And you equally stupid
âWhen are you going to hit me for real?! I didnât think the great Violet was just a pussyfoot!â Vi pushed your buttons the right way. She loved when you got bratty
âYou canât take this heat, cupcake. Iâll knock you out until next Monday and Vander will have my head on a stick if I do.â She was right, but God did you want to wipe that smug look of her face!
âOh, yes I can!â Your fist had a mind of its own. Angry as she was so cocky
Before you could think you took the open spot on her face. Hitting her square in the jaw, knocking her back on the rubber ropes. Vi was in shock and whiplashed by the quickness of your punch
âÂĄAy, puñeta! ÂĄÂżViolet, estĂĄs bien?!â (Oh, fuck! Violet, are you okay?!) You desperately took your gloves and stupid helmet off. The Velcro fighting your desperate attempt to pull it off
A drop of blood escaped her lips, Viâs thumb flicked at the side of her mouth. Eyes on the smear of red, then up to you. Smirking at the damaged you inflicted
Fuck did you just make her 100 times hornier than she already was
âThat kind of hurt.â Translation: it hurt like hell!
By the fire in her eyes you knew that you were so screwed. Your belly grew warm, the hole between your legs clenching on nothing
âVi, Iâm s-so sorry! I told that this was a badââ
In a swift play of time, she pinned you against the ground. Having her left arm around your neck in a headlock, her left hand on your shoulder. As her legs trapped yours under her thighs, having them spread out with your pelvis arching forward. Both of your arms crossed behind your back pinned by the weight of your body
You moaned at the discomfort. Muscles tired by the training, you tried your best to wiggle out. Only for Vi to hold you harder against herself
âWhatâs wrong, cupcake? Bit off more than you can chew?â You did answer her with words, but with that glint in your eyes that meant (Fuck me, you damned raspberry bitch)
She slithered your baggy pants past your knees. Your pantieless cunt up in the air. Vi loved how you were always easy to access. From fingering you in public to her eating you out in some random alley
âNaughty girl. Who knew decking me in the face could get your pussy so wet.â She dipped a finger in your folds. Scooping the wetness and pulling it out to watch it drip
She gave your cunt a slap and your clit fluttered at the assault. Pulsating for more
âYou like that, uhh?â
âY-yeahââ
Vi gave you a plethora of open palmed hits. Juices streaming down your ass. Yelping as your cunt was being abused. All swollen and red
Vi thrusted her fingers into your opening in a scissoring motion. Her bloody thumb circling your clit
âV-viâ ahhhhaaamm! No puedo ver mĂĄsss.â (I cant see anymore) Gurgling on the spit of your throat. Ready to pass out any second
Your vision went white by the lack of oxygen and the way Viâs fingers played with your cunt so deliciously. Hot tears burning your skin from the constant stimulation
You stuck your tongue out, spitting saliva out thanks to the lack of air in your lungs. Face ready to turn blue. But did it make your body feel goodâŠ
âJust a little moreâ alright?â
Vi curled the tips of her fingers on your g spot and digged them in far into your crevice. Shaking her wrist to send vibrations to your whole pussy
You bit her forearm, shocks of pleasure coursing out the inside of your walls. Your teeth broke the skin, tasting the blood of your lover
Squirting the liquid of your orgasm on the ringâs floor. Vi let your body go, your lungs reviving in painful gulps of air
Vi turned you on your side, massaging your ribs and sternum. Licking the spit around your temple. She kissed your lips, careful not to take more oxygen from your body
âWho is going to clean this up?â Voice hoarse. Your mouth tasted coppery
âLick the floor clean, losers get janitor duty.â She slapped your ass, you groaned at the lack of humanity. Vi got up from the floor and headed to her water bottle. Instead of taking a drink she poured it on her chest and hair. Nipples highlighted through her white sports bra. She pushed her wet hair back arms flexing a she felt your gaze on her
âWe donât got all night, cupcake. Avanza (hurry up).â
What a tease
Caitlyn
This girl has never know flavor until you came around
You were the daughter of one of her motherâs tailors and stylist. Your mom always brought you along to see her clients because she wanted you to take over one day
When you first visited the Kiramman residence you were blown away by the beauty of the estate. Your mom told you that this client would take longer than the others because she ordered a whole custom made ball gown
âI have a daughter, Caitlyn, about your age as well! Maybe you ladies can be friends! God knows my girl needs a gal pal.â She said excitedly as she was getting fitted for her gown.
Mrs. Kiramman gave you the liberty to explore the gardens as your mother worked. And you sat down near the water fountain to have your snack
âEsta gente si que tiene chavosâŠâ (These people sure do have moneyâŠ)
As you were munching on your sandwiches you saw a head of indigo hair peeking out from the rose bushes. A young girl
âCaitlyn, right? Do you want one?â You ask stretching your arms with your lunch in your hands. She timidly walked towards you
âWhat are they?â The girl asked as she sat next to you
âSandwiches de mezcla (spam and velvita sandwiches) and platanutres (thinly fried plantain chips) ! They are really good, I made them fresh this morning.â
Caitlyn looked at them, and gently picked up a sandwich. Slowly taking a bite as she looked at your happy face.
Her eyes sparkling at the soft bread and salty spread
âMmmmâ Iâve never had anything like this before!â She then picked up some plantain chips. Savoring the salty crunch of them.
You quickly become friends. Cait even convinced her mother that she liked wearing fancy clothes just so that she could she you more frequently
Mrs. Kiramman was ecstatic that her little girl was going to wear more dresses than only her school uniform
Cait even goes as far as to ask her mom to invite you to her birthday party. The only close friend she really had was Jayce. And there were only going to be adults from other houses and The Council
You also became friends with Jayce, you both taught Cait how to dance bachata and salsa
âCait move your hips more! You are stiff as a board, mija (girl)!â You said guiding her feet to the music
âI donât have hips to shake!â She said as her cheeks flushed
Cait knows only a few Spanish phrases thanks to Jayce. Girl canât roll her râs or say her lâs even to save her life
She is a sweets girl! Loves flan de queso (cream cheese flan) and flan de vanilla (vanilla flan)
When she finally confessed her love for you she did it in Spanish. She practiced with Jayce for almost a month to get the emotions right
âMe gustas mucho. Te adoro. ÂżQuieres ser mi novia?â (I like you a lot. I adore you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?) She handed you a bouquet of lilacs. You were so excited that you knocked her on her ass! You hit your head on a table and both of you spend your commitment with ice on your limbs
You watched each other grow up, you becoming a seamstress like your mother. And Cait going against all Mrs. Kirammanâs wishes and graduating from the Enforcer Academy
You join Cait in the private shooting classes with Officer Grayson. Both excellent shoots, but you not so much. Youâre better in close range with a handgun
She looks so sexy in her enforcer outfit!
Lost your virginities to other other! It was the day of her graduation of the academy. When everyone was clustered in the Kiramman estate celebrating her accomplishment
You sneaked away together to her bedroom. Stealing a tray of hors dâoeuvres and a bottle of wine. Wanting to get away from the elite of Piltover
You were on her bed, stuffing your mouth with cheese and crackers
âYouâre going to get crumbs on my sheets.â
âAre you going to give me a ticket for it?â Caitlyn scoffed at you as you tentatively shoved another bite in your mouth
Caitlyn stood in front of the mirror. Fixing her medals and badges that hung on the fabric. You knew her too well, she was picking herself apart. Thinking that she only got in the academy because of her name only
âI think I would get used to calling you âOfficer Kirammanâ you said crawling to the edge of the bed, bottle of wine in your hand. Lying on your stomach with your palm under your chin. Looking at the pretty lady in blue
You patted the spot next to you, discarding the bottle to the floor. Crossing your legs on the mattress
She walked to the bed and sat next to you, leaving her top hat on her bedroom ottoman
âCaitlyn, you have to believe me when I say that you are so much more than your houseâ You held her temple in your palm, she held your wrist. Closing her eyes as she savored your compassion
âYou are more talented than those silver spooned pricks out there! You may have the same money and influence, but they will never reach the level of talent you have. Because what is all this power for if you donât have the heart to push change? You care, Cait! And I saw with my own eyes how you make others do as well. Like the time you told your mom to give a raise for her maids and workers! Remember that?â
She giggled, remembering that day she saw your mother counting her last few coins to afford a new pair a shoes for you. Cait yelled at Mrs. Kiramman for hours, until she finally gave into her mistake
Next time she saw you there was a brand new pair of shoes on your feet that had you running up to Cait to tell her all about
And that instance evolved into Cait wanting a better world for you. She wanted to change the concrete you walked on into fields of flowers
âThank you, I really needed thatâŠâ
âIt also helps that you have a nice pair of tits.â You joked as you pointed to her Enforcer jacketïżŒ
âYou minx!â
She slapped your shoulder and chuckled as you faked your hiss in pain. Rolling around the bed as you help your poor âbrokenâ arm!
âOhhh, Iâve been a victim of police brutality!â
âIâll show you brutality, bebĂ© (babe)!â
She climbed on top of you, tickling your sides
âÂĄCait, para que no puedo respirar!â (Cait, stop I canât breathe!) Cait stopped her attach, watching as your chest rose to catch the missing breaths. Your cheeks rosie in adrenaline
She wanted you there with her always. Your hair on her pillows and the smell of your skin lingering on the buttery covers
âCait?â You asked as you calmed down. Looking at her in worry
âFuck itâ Cait thought, as her lips captured yours in an estranged kiss.
After years of ghostly touches, of lingering eyes, and Jayce calling your romance worse than nuns in love in a convent. She wanted to go the next level with you
You pulled her in, rolling yourself on top
âAre you sure?â You asked bracing her neck
âIt would be my honor to have my first time with you.â And yours as well. You started to take layers of your bodies
You both laughed at your struggle to unclip her blouse. Her fingers guiding yours as she showed you the intricacy of the clasps
âI guess that âenforcementâ also extends to your uniform.â
âThatâs why I only let you make my garmentsââ Caitlyn kissed the corner of your eye. âThey are much more second party friendly.â You pushed the shirt of her body, surprised at the nakedness of the chest
âNo bra?â You cupped her breast, feeling the goose bumps of her skin. Her breath hitched at the coldness of your hands
âI didnât just expect half ass handshakes and putrid marriage proposals as graduation presents.â Cait took charge, pinning you against the edge of the bed. Crawling downwards to your core
She raised your skirt, white sheer stockings held by a lacy garter around your waist. Her eyes widened at the lack of fabric covering your mound
âYou werenât the only one expecting more than just pat on the shoulder tonight.â You moaned as she spread apart your lips
Cait dove in between your legs. Hands in your hips as she guided her tongue along your folds. Nose resting on the shell of your clit
âI t-think, ahhh, you underestimate yourself too much, Cait.â She focused on your bud, rolling her lips on it. Then sucking ever so lightly to draw whimpers out of your vocal cords
âÂĄYa no aguanto mĂĄs! Yo creo queââ (I canât bear it anymore! I think thatâ)
You came with a grunt, arching your back of the matters. Head filling with rushed blood as it hanged free of support from the mattress. As you were lost in your high, Cait placed her cunt on yours and rolled her hips. Feeling her clit make love to yours. Your previous orgasm used at oil to make her slip against your pleasures
âReady for another round?â She whispered into your raised calf. Teeth ripping the material of your stockings. She will buy you new ones, better ones.
Caitlyn was born into wealth and privilege, but she is the most understanding girl youâll ever met
When you pointed out the problem, she found a solution even if it meant going against her high society
You opened her eyes to the real world and she is so thankful for that
Mel
You were part of the council serving as an international ambassador like her
When Mel first saw what you brought to the council she wanted only to use you as a pawn
But she fell in love with your want for progress, one that actually breaks cycles and not just one that covers them with empty promises
She saw herself in you, a woman that wanted to break the bounds of her past convictions
Neither of you had houses in Piltover and shared different cultural backgrounds than the others
You secretly make fun of the culture shocks you experienced when first moving to Piltover
Both you and Mel HATE the cold that comes with Piltovan winters
She knew about your country and even speaks fluent Spanish thanks to her mother being a Noxian general.
Mel is a scholar, she read up on everything PR before ever making a move on you
Even if she already read up on everything she asks you questions just to hear you rant about your roots
âIs it true that Puerto Rico has the best coffee? Iâve been planning on investing in some companies, but Iâm still on the fenceâŠâ Mel said in a quizzical tone. Tapping her pen to her chin
Your eyes sparkled. âWe have the BEST coffee! Did you know that we have almost 3,000 coffee farms in all PR?! And we also have started to produce cacao as well. Itâs incredible consideringââ you ranted out
She zoned out, just appreciating the beauty of which you speak so lovingly about a simple thing as coffee beans
You teach her how to make homemade sofrito (a wet spice blend made with sweet peppers, cilantro, recao, and other herbs)
But your favorite memory is when you made dulce de leche together because Mel wanted to make a tiered cake for Aluraâs birthdayïżŒ
âÂżQuieres probar un poco?â (Want to try some?) You had already some on your index finger for yourself, but you were dipping the wooden spoon for Mel to taste
âAbsolutely.â She took the spoon out of your hand and placed it back in the pot. Mel grabbed your wrist
She brought your finger to her mouth. Feeling the velvety muscle roll on your finger pad. Mel took your digit all the way to the knuckle. Slowly pulling her head back with a moan
âIt could use some more vanilla.â Mel said dipping her finger back into the caramel. You were felt stunned, mouth gapping and your temple rose red
âWhat about the sugar?â You cringed as your voice broke. Screaming mentally about getting a grip. You literally have the prettiest woman in Piltover at your wake, and here you are speaking like a teen hitting puberty!
âMmm, I can find another way to make it a little sweeterâŠâ
âStrip for me, darling.â You did has she commanded. Shredding off the layers of clothing all to please her
You loved the way she looked at you, eyes of a lioness. They held a power over you, you ate from her hands
She took the pot by the handle and tilted it until syrup flowed out the metal. Pouring lukewarm dulce de leche on your skin. As if she was washing the body of a queen. It slowly dripping down your body. From your nipples to the crescents of your abdomen
Flicking her finger up the cusp of your breast to your nipple. Collecting the sugary treat only for her to give her finger to you. You repeating the same action she did moments before
She stared at the base of your neck, then at your chest. Occasionally, coming back to you and sticking out her tongue so you could eat it out of her mouth. You didnât know who was sweeter. Mel or the candy you made together
Mel kittened licked your areolas clean, never breaking eye contact with you. As her hot tongue cleaned you off
Mel stripped shortly after. The gold birthmarks of her body reflecting in the light. She takes the spoon an and spreads the dulce de leche on her ass cheeks. Candy flowing down her thighs
âEat up.â
You sat on the floor staring with the drizzle on her thighs, then raising to the globes of her ass. Licking the syrup of her smooth skin. Nibbling at the small golden freckles that decorated her dark skin
âIs it sweet enough now, darling?â
You ordered a cake from an expensive bakery in Piltover and called it a day. What Alura didnât know wonât hurt her
She definitely stuffed your pussy with her paint brushes when she is working on a new project
Having your legs spread wide for her as he picks up a brush for your entrance, making sure she thrusts it in and out a few times to get a moan for you
Sucking the juices of the handle then dipping the bristles in red paint
And what about you eating her out in her office when she is working?! The possibilities are endless with Mel
For me she is the type to love anything you make her. There is so much diversity in Puerto Rican cuisine and her just picking one is impossible in her eyes.
But man does she appreciate a fresh mofongo relleno de camarones (smashed fried plantain topped with shrimp in a tomato sauce)
And you also teach her the basics of bomba (a tradicional African dance). Even gifting her a custom made traditional outfit to make your dance rehearsals all the more authentic
Mel takes you on lavish vacations to the island. Staying at the best hotels and you serve as a guide to her. Taking Mel to all your favorite local spots to eat pinchos (meat skewers) and drink Medallas (Puerto Rican beer)
You took her to your favorite archipelagos and little islands surrounding PR. And skinny dipped into the various bioluminescent bays at night. Mel had never had such a good time in her life
âQuerida (love), I have a present for you.â Mel entered your shared living space. Medium canvas in hand
âOh, Mel! You didnât have to! Is there any special occasion that I forgot about?!â You got up from your stop on the couch, greeting her with a kiss
âNo, love. I just wanted to do something special.â She turned the canvas around. You squealed at the art piece. She never disappoints!
âMel! ÂĄQuĂ© pintura mĂĄs espectacular! (What an espectacular painting!) The water and sand look so life like! I canât wait to hag this up in my office!â
âI painted it after we got back from holiday. Itâs that big archipelago you took me at the end of your trip.â She circled your waist for behind, resting her chin on your shoulder
âYes, Cayo Icacos! Oh my God, it even has the same dock and the coast line!â You said admiring the canvas
âThere is also on more thingââ She walked over your wine cabinet, pouring two glasses of wine. âI bought Icacos for us. So we can spend your winter vacations there. Alone. Together.â She kissed your jaw, handing you the glass
âOh like you rented it out for us?â You took a swig, moaning at the sweet undertones
âNo, I got the government to officially sell it to me and put it under our names.â Mel said nonchalantly. You sip out your wine in shock
Yep, you definitely passed out shortly after
Ekko
You were one of the people that lost everything to Silco. Your community was slowly taken by Shimmer and gang wars
Ekko and the Firelights rescued you from Silcoâs men. You didnât want to join his web of crime and they proceeded to burn your shop with you inside
If it wasnât for them being close by you would have lost more than just a few inches of healthy skin
Ekko teaches you how to fix things, how to clean and go at any loose cables their hover skateboards may have
You also picked up flying those boards pretty quickly, he made sure to make them as user friendly as possible
You were sitting on one of the many branches of the Tree, watching the children play and seeing the progress of the new faces in the mural. Fuck did it hurt seeing those paint brushes touch the trunk of the tree
The branch shook with the addition of a foreign weightïżŒ
âLost in thought, chica (girl).â You looked up at Ekko, still wearing his Firelight coat with his white owl mask hanging from his belt
âTell me whatâs your mind.â He sat next to you, bumping your shoulder playfully
âI fell like Iâm not doing muchâ like Iâm not doing anything. Like I-Iâm a burden to this place.â You sighed, throat tight with anxiety. Eyes burning with hot tears
âAnd what do you want to do?â Ekko asked, holding your hand that was resting your lap. Shining brown eyes studying your features
God why was he so damn handsome when you are in the middle of a breakdown!
âI just d-donât want to stand byâ and â and watch my people be slaughteredâŠâ You said between jagged lips
Ekko smirked at your answer, slowly pulling away from you and placing a box on your thighs
âWhat is it?â You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand
âOpen.â Ekko leaned back on his palms, trying his best to keep his cool guy act even if he was nervous as hell inside
You opened the box, inside there was a Firelight mask. One shaped like the face of a bird like many others in group
Suddenly you remembered that faint pop of green in the sky from your childhood. Of a little green bird that would eat your grandmas tomatoes from her garden
Your eyes widened. What is this really what you think it is?
âEkkoâ is this a cotorra puertorriqueña (PRâs national bird)?â You said in aw, lifting the mask and examining its details. Feeling the emotion Ekko put into carving it
âIâm sorry it took so long, but I wanted to make something that would represent youââ He took a small book from of his coat, falling apart by age. âAnd I landed on that. I found this book in one of the flee markets I went to.â He flipped the pages, letting you see the images and words on the pages. Everything from fauna to history was written on it
Ekko pointed at an image of the bird. âIt just screamed youâ beautiful and free. I-I mean also many other things likeââ
You cut Ekko of with an embrace, holding the mask to your chest
âNo sabes cuĂĄn agradecida estoy, Ekko. Gracias, gracias, graciasâŠâ (You donât know how grateful I am for this, Ekko. Thank you, thank you, thank youâŠ) You sobbed on his shoulder, gripping him tightly as if something was going to take him away from you
âPor nada, chica (youâre welcome, girl).â Ekko whispered, arms circling your back
You cook for the Firelight community and when itâs your turn to serve your food the line triples with people more than other days
Ekko even made space for a little herb garden for you! And you have some plantain trees growing in
He likes helping you cook as well. His favorite thing to do is cut, mash, and fry tostones (plantain fritters)
Wouldnât it be cool for Ekko to have some Caribbean background?! Like Jamaican, Trinidadian, or even Dominican
I can just see Ekko going ham on a pastelĂłn de carne (a sweet plantain lasagna with ground beef and mozzarella cheese)
You give the kids and the adults Spanish lessons. And private ones to Ekko (wink wink)
I believe that the community has a beautiful shower pace! Filled with plants and vines that filter the water making it crystal clear. Itâs almost like a never ending waterfall. And itâs especially breathtaking at night when the moon and fireflies light the place up
It was past midnight, and you just got back from other painstaking parole. Dirt coating your clothing and skin
You head straight to the showers. Discarding your clothes on the bench of the makeshift stall you were in.
The stream was cool to your skin, nursing those fresh bruises on your arms and thighs. Grateful for the fresh washcloths, liquid soap and towels that were replenished after every use
You turned around at the sound of an object falling. Ekkoâs pupils wide at the sight of your bare breasts and ass. As his owl mask laid on the floor. Who long was he there looking? Did he like what he was looking at?
âS-shit Iâm sorry! I thought that it was empty! Iâm just gonnaââ
âItâs okayâ you can stay if you want, EkkoâŠâ Did one of Silcoâs goons hit you to hard on the head? Ekko hesitated at first, but when you gave him a nod
You saw him taking off his clothes. Body littered with old scars. He stepped into your space. Both you and him admiring your bodies, if it wasnât for the cold water you would be in flames
Trying your best to not look at his cock. You started washing off the white paint, careful of not to get any in his eyes. And he did the same, washing your face and neck. A blush on your cheeks
âI believe that âBoy Saviorâ is an understatementââ Feeling his toned stomach under the soapy washcloth. âYou are more of a man than a lot of people out there.â
âCan I kiss you?â He brushed his thumb along the curves your your lips
âYesâŠâ
Ekko leaned into your lips. He hungered you for a long time, scared that if he got to close youâll disappear like all his past loved ones
He touched the purple bruise on your rib as he wanted to pull you in, you gasped in pain breaking the kiss. His touch recoiled, then slowly came back in feather like stokes
âYou should have never gotten this hurt!â He was angry at himself, it should have been him getting hurt. Not you, never you!
âI shouldnât have been so focused on destroying those Shimmer barrelsâŠâ He pressed his forehead on yours. Eyes crimson with hurt
âWe signed up for this, I did too. And if making the Underground better means a few scrapes and headaches, then Iâm more than happy to do so.â Thumb wiping away his stray tears
âWhat can I do to make this up to you?â He kissed the pulse of your wrist
âIf you shut up and make love to me.â
He backed you against the rocky wall, water cascading in between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Moans concealed by the rush of the water
Ekkoâs hips meet yours as he dropped and lifted your body on his arms. Cock hitting you gummy walls and g-spot
âÂĄClĂĄvame mĂĄs fuerte! ÂĄQuiero que se te rompa el bicho de tan duro que me rĂłcese!â (Fuck me harder! I want you to break your dick with how hard you give it to me!)
Nails scratching his back, adding to the multitude of wounds on his body. You both were going to hurt so bad in the morning
âYou drive me crazy, chica (girl)!â
You came in his cock in the final thrust, body pulsating with the warmth of your orgasm and the ice of the water
He pulled out and came on your stomach, kissing your neck hard enough to leave traces of your escaped. Your legs jelly at the knees
You and Ekko spent the last hours of night in the streams. Basking in the freshness of your flesh. Having each other on every wall and surface possible
âYou know what Iâm feelinâ right now?â
âLike your cock is going to fall off?â You said into his chest as you laid back with him on the wooden bench looking at the moon. Ekkoâs chest rumbled in a chuckle
âThat, and a hot bowl of asopao de pollo (chiken and rice soup).â
Sevika
Sevika definitely has a thing for Latinas
You moved to Piltover a few years ago and started working at The Last Drop. There was an influx of Spanish speaking people and Vander was desperately looking for a bilingual server
He hired you on the spot not caring how many years of experience you had
She basically became your unofficial body guard. Scaring of creeps that got to friendly while you were working
You taught her how to play dominos and you still ended up losing! You had to make her sorullitos (fired cornmeal sticks) for a month
She helps you give out food to the kids and homeless people around the Undercity. It breaks her heart seeing you cry over the people that suffer thanks to Piltover
After she lost her arm you took care of her. Making her cope with a new life change and the challenges that came with it
And you best believe you chewed her ear off about the whole Vander and Silco situation. Refusing to work for Silco and running your own food business to get by
There arenât many South East Asians in the Undercity or in Piltover, and you bonded because of the lack of a community.
I think you guys talk a lot about the men in your life, how they treated both of you with violence. How toxic males can be thanks to your cultures never giving them consequences for there actions
Talking about how unworthy Sevika felt for just being born a woman, and a queer woman at that. How she finally broke away from all the stereotypes and became a force to be reckoned with after the death of her father
You heal each others soul wounds by embracing the best of your heritage ïżŒ
She knows all the Indian beauty secrets! She is the one that washes and oils your hair. Saying that âyou donât know how to take care your hairâ
âSevika, I feel like my scalp is about to start bleeding!â You wiggled away as the scalp massager dug into the sensitive parts of your head
âThat means itâs working! Stop being a baby.â She poured more warm oil on your head and ignored your whining
She just wants to do something nice for you and loves your reaction as you see how long your hair as gotten since getting together
A lot of the spices that you both use for your cooking it basically nonexistent in the underground
And if they sell them, they go for an arm and a leg (hahaha amputation joke)
So Sevika makes sure that she puts special orders in the smuggling catalog for all the spices, herbs and produce that you both need to make delicious meals
You put her on to tropical fruits. From the massive avocados to the sweet and sour passion fruits
âSo when Iâm getting a taste of your papaya?â She is a massive flirt.
Sevikaâs love language is making you a cup of chai every morning
She is mostly vegetarian, only occasionally eating meat. So her favorite food that you make is also a labor of love
So I just know she loves the pasteles you make. They literally take you a whole day to prepare. From cooking the pork or chicken, toasting the banana leaves on the stove, grading the plantains, making the red oil, and wrapping them up to look like a present
It was the holiday season and you sold almost 30 preorders of your 12 count pasteles. Making big bank, but losing your peace filling all these orders in time for Christmas Eve
She says that she will âhelpâ but she stands leaning on the counter as you fold the banana leaves in place as she munches on plantain chips
Sevika thought you were the sexiest at home in your batas (old lady dresses or muumuus). She could clearly see the outline of your body thanks to the sheer fabric. Especially liking how your nipples got hard in the cold air and the fat mound of your hairy pussy when you didnât wear panties with the nightgown
With a frustrated look on your face when the leaf doesnât want to work with you
Cursing under your breath âHijo de putaâ yo te digoâŠâ (âSon of a bitchâ Iâm telling youâŠâ)
âYou look so sexy when youâre frustrated, mamĂâŠâ Sevika cradled your hips from behind. Kissing the curve of your nec
âWas helping me all bullshit Sevika?â
âYou forget that I only have one arm left?â She said patting her empty shoulder. Smirking at your eye roll
You werenât amused at all at her joke. âHaha, very funnyâŠâ
âBut I have other ways to help you at leastâŠâ Her hand slowly creeping under your dress strap
âLike what?â You questioned her, eyebrows raised
Sevika was in between your legs as you made the last batch of pasteles for the night
Nightgown discarded on the floor
Sucking on your clit each time you finished folding a pastel. Slowly pulling it away from her mouth and letting it go with a pop. Her two middle fingers thrusting in and out of your entrance
She watched from the kitchen floor as your breasts heaved at every lick of her tongue. Biting your outer lips when you didnât fold the leaves fast enough
âÂĄComeme la tota asĂ mismoooo!â (Eat my pussy just like thatttt!) You made those pasteles as if you were on steroids
Her nose pressed against your mound breathing the smell of your cunt. The smell of a grown woman was intoxicating to her.
Sevika speed up her fingers and tongue, you wanted to come undone. But pushed through the last of them
Your hands braced the counter as your orgasm took over. Raising one of your legs of the ground so Sevika could drink your release fully. She groaned at the taste, vibrations sending heat through your overstimulated body
You sucked a breath, peering down your bottom half. Sevika resting her head on your inner thigh, sucking purple marks on your flesh. Jaw coated in your silk. Grey eyes drinking in your dazed face
âI believe I was more than enough help. Donât you agree, muñeca (doll)?â She gave you clit a little kiss, pleasure running up your spine
âEres terrible, âVikaââ (youâre terrible, âVikaâ) you let out breathlessly. Ruining your fingers through her short hair
She took her fingers out of your pussy, and you leaned down to taste yourself on her. Indulging in the salty sweet flavor of your bodies. Lapping her fingers clean and then kissing Sevika. Her lips push against yours
âMmm my compliments to the chef.â You had more than one good fuck that night on the floor with Sevika
Who knew that pasteles were such an aphrodisiac?ïżŒ
If they ask you why these were so delicious you just smile shyly and say: âI just put a little extra love (orgasm) into them.â
Vander
As a bartender he absolutely was inspired to make a cocktail menu for you. Makes you his official taste tester for any new drink he plans to put in the menu
You owned a small food stand in the Underground ever since he was working in the mines
And it was always packed with people in and out of work
You got together shortly after Vander stopped your shop from getting mugged by some punks
Vander is a coffee lover and always makes it a routine to get up early in the mornings just so that he can have a hot cup of Puerto Rican joe with fresh butter and bread on the side
Thankful that you always feed his kids when he doesnât have time to cook for them, and free at charge with at that
But he always sneaks more than enough coin into your tip jar when he visits you after a rough day
âDoes Vander ever feed you guys at all?â You asked serving another customer
âHe does but he burns everything he cooksââ Vi said licking her fingers clean from the delicious poultry you made
âCan I have another piece of chicken, titĂ (auntie)?â Powder said holding her empty plate at you, big eyes looking at you with love. Mouth covered in red sauce
âCon esos ojitos (with those little eyes) who can say no to you Pow-Pow!â
Yes his kids call you auntie and Iâll take that to the grave!
Whenever you call him âHoundâ he blushes! And you make fun of him a lot for it as well. Calling him a dog as you catch him looking at your ass as you bend over to get plates and watching your tits jiggle as you make your fresh pressed juices.
Coquito (coconut eggnog) is his all time favorite drink, second to guarapo (sugar cane juice). And when you gave him a shot to try it solidifies his want to open a bar so he can make delicious drinks like this
When itâs the holidays Vander lets you have parrandas (live Puerto Rican music parade) at the bar. You introduced him to el guiro (a type of musical instrument) and la pandereta (small hand drum). And he plays them really well!
âMaybe those big hands are not just useful for punching things, huh Vander?â You played along side him as you watched the kids for a dance circle. Chuckling at Powderâs lack of feet coordination as she stepped on Myloâs toes
âI will have to show you sometime. You will certainly be surprised, love.â You blushed, quickly going over the other musicians to sing your part of the chorus. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, loving the attention he gave you
The kids went to sleep as midnight approached. The adults enjoying their late drinking. Vander was leaning against the bar as you danced with Sevika. Watching you teach her the basics of bachata so that she could impress the girl she was pinning for
âYouâre not so bad at this, Sevika!â She twirled you around
âNa, Iâm better at the cards than all of this.â Sevika said, still looking at your feet as you guided her steps
In the corner of your eye you saw this other girl go up to Vander. You didnât hear what they were thanks to the loud music. But you saw him shaking his head ânoâ. The girl turned around annoyed, flicking her wrist at him as dismissing a dog. Wishing her eyes found a brain in the back for her skull as she rolled them. You thought she finally back off. But you were wrongâŠ
She pressed her ass against the front of his pants, shaking her flat flabby ass. Vander choking in his drink in pure shock. Trying to push the girl away
Before Sevika could stop you, you were already across the other side of the bar. Fist clenched, Vander making brief eye contact with you. His eyes widened at your wrath. Uh ohâŠïżŒ
âÂĄĂl dijo que no jodia puta! ÂĄTe voy a romper la cara!â (He said no you fucking whore! Iâm going to break your face in!) Grabbing her hair by the root and dragging her off to the bar floor. Her screaming and sinking her nails on your forearms, drawing blood. You screamed at her attach
You hear people cheer and yell at you to: âteach her to not touch anyoneâs man againâ.
Throwing your body weight back and making her crash into the round tables. Before the girl could even process the pain you straddled her stomach and punched her face in. The alcohol in your system making you rabid
âLove, thatâs enough!â Vander pulled your fingers off the girls body. You were thrashing against his hold. Sevika hoisted the other woman taking her out of the bar.
âEveryone, out!â Vander yelled. You watched bodies move with blurry eyes. You still thirsty for blood.
âÂĄDĂ©jame! (Let go!) ! Ugh, Vander!â He threw you over his shoulder. You punching his muscular back for him to let you go. He took you into the supply closet behind the bar. Dropping your feet on the floor.
âLet me out Vander! She is not getting off that easy for touch you like that!â
You wobbled like a new born fawn, holding the shelves for support. Vander locked the door and turned on the dim light abode your heads.
âSit your ass down! Iâm not tellinâ you twiceâŠâ Vander warned, pointing at the large empty barrel. You stared him down on your tippy toes. Blue eyes piercing yours.
âYou really want to go there, sweetheart?â He crossed his arms over his broad chest. Getting close enough to smell the whiskey and smoke on his breath. The smell of your man
You wanted those hands around your throat. You wanted him to fuck the brat out of you. Your fight for dominance was short lived
âFine.â You caved in and sat down with an annoyed plop. Grumbling at him with your arms crossed
God, did you love the control he had over you. You loved a man that put you in your place, while still being caring and loyal
Vander turned his back to you while looking for the first aid kit. Admiring the thickness of his body. And those pants that made his ass and legs look so delectable
âIf I wouldnât have stopped you, youâll be heading to Stillwater by the end of the night.â Vander stood in front of you, raising your head to meet his warm gaze
âIâm sorryââ You whispered as your eyes became teary
âChrist, love! You would have killed her!â He lifted your arms to see the damage. Cleaning your wounds with alcohol. You hissed at the burn. Vander slowly wrapping your forearms with white gauzeïżŒ
âIâve never seen you act like that beforeââ Breaking the silence. âI didnât think a lady such as yourself could be so violent, so jealousâŠâ
Vander would never admit that he loved what you did to that girl. How sexy you were while beating the shit out of a stranger just for him. It made him feel loved in a fucked up way
He lifted your bandaged arms to his lips. Breathing the scent of your wounds
âTell me, love. Are all Puerto Rican women like that?â He asked innocently, looking at your face with curiosity
âIâm not just a jealous woman, Vander⊠Iâm going to tell you a little secret about us puertorriqueñas.â You said stroking his bearded cheek. âWe are territorial. And we fight for what is ours, even if it means that I have to fucking sink my teeth into any whore that touches mi hombre (my man)â You said between your gritted teeth, pulling Vander towards you. Tongue sinking into his mouth tasting faint of whiskey
You pulled his belt, harshly tugging it open. Feeling his hard cock through the fabric. God, did you want to get that whoreâs smell of him. Replace it with the scent of your cunt
âYou are mine, Vander. And I am yours.â
His eyes dialed, pants ever so uncomfortable. Vander launched at you, lifting you by your legs and kissing your lips. Your back gently hitting against the liquor shelves
He quickly discarded your bottoms, you gave his length a few pumps then lined it up against your cunt. You could never get bored of the sight of his cock, or the hot stretch it gave you
âChoke me, Vander!â You yelled, pussy filled with him. His hand was placed in your neck in a moment. Fingers pressing your pulse points.
Vanders thrusting was meet with the sounds of clinking bottle and the rattling of the shelves. He was a beast, slapping your entrance at full force as moans were caught on your airway. Velvety walls sucking him in. Heavy balls knocking against the push of your cheeks.
âIâm gonna cum, lovieââ He let go of the hold on your throat. âWhere do you want it?â
âIn my mouth!â Vander dismounted you. Cock glossy from the slick of your pussy
You kneeled on the ground, fingers fucking your pussy. Taking that big veiny dick in one go, slurping your combined juices as his tip hit the back of your throat. Vanderâs hand resting in your hair. Your other hand massaging his balls
Vander came with a grunt, back of his head hitting the wooden shelves. Gasping in surprise as it coated your mouth. He was going to need ice for that later, you thought, enjoying the creaminess of his cum
Sticking your tongue out to show him his release. Then moaning as you swallowed it
âYou dirty girl.â Biting your lip as he cursed at your seduction
âMy dirty dog.â
You licked his cock clean. Pulling his foreskin in between your lips. Kissing it all around and making out with his tip slit. You nibbled at his shaft, using a bit of teeth to draw gasps from Vander
You brought your mouth to his pubic bone. Biting his skin, hard enough to leave marks. And leaving hickeys on his stomach
Loving how your food left some extra pounds on him. Making his tummy all the more squishy and soft
âYouâre eating me alive, loveââ You giggled on his skin, slowly stroking his spent cock. âMark your territory, mi loba (my she-wolf).â
âCon placerâŠâ (With pleasureâŠ) You gave his cock a final kiss. Long lasting, a little red bruise at the side of his shaft. Moaning at your work, eyes sparkling up at him
Vander helped you off your knees, and leaned you against his chest. You rested there for a while, calming down for your sex crazed high
âDo you want me to make you a passion fruit mock-tail, darlinâ?â Vander rasped, hand soothing the pulse of your throat ïżŒ
âYesss please, and with extraââ Vander shushed you with a kiss
âAnd with extra ice and pineapple pieces. I know, amor (love), I know.â He pecked your forehead
#arcane#arcane league of legends#arcane x reader#jayce x reader#sevika#vander arcane#jayce talis#vi x reader#viktor league of legends#viktor x reader#vander x reader#ekko x reader#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn x reader#mel medarda#mel medarda x reader#sevika x reader#ekko arcane#ekko x fem reader#puerto rican#puerto rican reader
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itâs beginning to look a lot like christmas â QH43
pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, bit of a rushed ending sorry, not proofread!!
inspired by: âitâs beginning to look a lot like christmasâ by bing crosby [1.2k]
a/n: a quick one for boyfriend quinn appreciation
it was a rare quiet day in the middle of the season, quinn who was usually surrounded by the hustle and bustle of hockey life, found himself sitting beside you in the warm glow of holiday lights, the smells of cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger filled the air, mixing with the sound of soft christmas music playing in the background.
you'd been to the store earlier in the week, a gingerbread house kit lay spread out on the kitchen table to welcome him home from the road game in carolina, your niece's expectant eyes looking up at the pair of you as the pieces game in their own neatly placed bags, you and quinn shared a look of hesitation.
"this is way more complicated than it looks," was the first thing he said, peering at the instruction booklet with a playful grimace, eyeing up your niece's miniature house which was going a lot better than yours. his hair, slightly messier than usual, hinted at the fact that he had been running his hands through it in frustration, dark strands falling in front of his face. you laughed softly, enjoying the moment of calm in an otherwise busy season, and even off the ice he was just as competitive. (even if it was against a 9 year old)
"i thought you were good at building things," you teased, taking a sip from one of the hot chocolate you'd made for the three of you, choosing to take a step back from the building business as it was getting a big heated. "you're an athlete, you know... strategy, precision, focus?" you gave him a wink.
quinn grinned, his eyes lighting up in that characteristic way that always made you smile. "i play hockey, not architect. but i'm willing to try. you're the one with all the crafting experience, right?"
you raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, the most building you'd ever done in your life was a science fair project when you were 11, and even then your dad had built the majority of it. "crafting experience? skylar's got more crafting experience with me, she still does homework."
"alright, alright, I'll admit it," he said, grinning, the little girl beside them too busy already decorating her gingerbread house to care about what you had been saying. "maybe I need your help after all."
he reached for the frosting bag with a dramatic sigh, and you couldn't help but laugh as skylar's first order of business was to take the icing out of his hands. "read the instructions first," she said, flipping the booklet open and starting to explain the steps.
quinn looked at the pieces in front of him, tempted to give up and just eat the gingerbread, but that wasn't his nature, squinting like he was trying to figure out the lines on a hockey rink for the first time again. "wait, do you put the roof on first, or the walls?"
"okay, we need to build the base first. that's the most important part," you said, guiding him through it, looking to skylar for approval and she nodded, adding sweets onto her own now. "if the walls don't stay up, it's game over."
with a bit of teamwork, and an insane amount of luck that neither of you bumped into the table, you two managed to assemble the walls, and quinn was about to put the roof on before an idea struck him.
"so, are we going for traditional?" he asked, his tone suggesting he had something else in mind as he eyed the candy decorations, almost as if he was a real interior designer planning the layout for their house. "or... are we going for something a little more creative? like... a hockey rink gingerbread house?"
you raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, of course he would say that, you loved the man but sometimes you swore hockey was the only thing on his mind. "hockey rink? you've got to be kidding. iâm surprised you arenât dying to get away from your job."
but quinn was already pointing out ideas, his mind running with possibilities, the coloured icing they could use to represent the teams, the different positions they should put in. "what if we add little gingerbread players with tiny sticks? and like, a frosting rink with icing lines?" he was grinning now, clearly enjoying the process way more than he'd let on, enjoying the design park much more than he had the building part.
"you're impossible," you spoke through a laugh, his enthusiasm something you loved about him and couldn't help but let you get in the spirit too.
together, you piped out a frosting rink on the base of the house decorated little gingerbread men with icing and tiny candies, making them into the most chaotic-looking hockey players you'd ever seen, some with more lopsided faces than the others. quinn insisted on adding mini pucks made of chocolate chips.
skylar had also finished her house, adding the final touches the one you and quinn had made too, her a candyland inspired design with sweets lining the road and covering the house.
as the arena started to take shape, you felt a warmth that wasn't just from the hot chocolate on the counter. it was from the way his eyes lit up with every silly detail he added, down to the numbers on the jerseys that his teammates wore.
by the time you were both done, the gingerbread house hockey arenaâalthough a little uneven and very unconventionalâwas something to be proud of. it was uniquely yours, and in that moment, it was perfect. beside it sat the little actual gingerbread house your niece has made, edible glitter covering the icing and pieces of sweets missing from where she'd eaten them.
quinn stepped back, inspecting your creation with an exaggerated squint. "i think we nailed it," he said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
you leaned back in your chair, your head falling to rest his shoulder, admiring the gingerbread arena too. "honestly, it might be a little off-center..." noticing how the roof sloped down on one side while the other held up, "but it sure can't be called basic."
quinn chuckled, sitting next to you. "i think that's what matters most."
#nhl#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nhl oneshot#nhl x reader#quinn hughes#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes fluff#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes imagines#quinn hughes one shot#quinn hughes fanfiction#scudevils#ficmas 2024
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@snow-leopard-777
I am gonna run with this idea for a bit
Tim has a new obsession
Or maybe it would be considered a project?
Either way Tim has found a new fascination in one Danny Fenton
A Danny Fenton who had now been living in the 33rd floor menâs bathroom for about 4 months now. It was a bathroom located, seemingly forgotten, in the back of an old unused office/storage area, that hadnât been occupied by a team for about 3 years now.
With Tim having only found out about Danny after heâd been living there for, as Tim estimated, about a month
Now normally this would have been a cause of alarm for Tim to find out an unknown person had taken up residence just one floor above some of their more sensitive projects.
And it was alarming, until Tim started to dig for information about Wayne Enterprisesâ new tenant.
And what little he found he did not like
But that was also the main point of Timâs new fixation âŠthe fact that he found such little information about Danny and his background
Now not to toot his own horn but Tim knows he can find information and dirt on anyone. Give him a computer, some wi-fi and 5 minutes and he could find information that could possibly crumble governments in the same time span.
But Danny was turning out to be a very frustrating yet fascinating case
Because Tim kept only finding more questions than answers about the guy and where heâs from
His, what was supposed to be quick, look into his new neighbor turned into a rabbit hole of government conspiracies and coverups. A whole town that seemingly doesnât exist anymore but with active but empty online profiles claiming to be from there, a heavily encrypted recent tax record of the city and also a census that was mostly redacted. Not to mention there being some billionaire mixed up in there too.
What had really made Tim pause was some possible evidence of human experimentation by a shady government branch and a bounty for Danny placed by the same governmental branch Tim had never heard of nor could he find much information on. Which Tim would bet all his WE stock on were connected
Needless to say Timâs new project had him deeply fascinated and slightly horrified that the Justice League had missed something as big as this.
So Tim after keeping an eye on Danny for a bit and realizing he wasnât doing anything other than using the bathroom as a temporary home, lets him stay. With Tim keeping an unknown eye on him just in case.
Cause other than the new can of worms with Dannyâs background check, Tim was also curious about the guy himself.
He was interested to figure out how Danny had managed to bypass all their security measures. Because WEâs security system was nothing to sneeze at. Heck just last week and alarm had gone off cause a fly had gotten into a restricted area.
Yet somehow this guy about Timâs age had not only managed to get into the building, heâd set up a bedroom for himself and was able to keep coming and going undetected.
Obviously some kind of meta or possibly alien but Tim knew they had security systems in place to detect those kinds of things. So the fact Danny ignored all of that was very interesting.
Unfortunately it all came crashing down a bit when in a routine maintenance Dannyâs little place was discovered.
Tim had been doing some work in his lesser known office he has when he just needs to get work done without interruptions, itâs on a more empty floor and is âcoincidentallyâ one floor above Dannyâs little apartment. But suddenly after some commotion he looks up to see the new object of his investigative obsession running towards his open door looking panicked and asking to hide him.
And who is Tim to turn down this golden opportunity of Danny coming to him instead of Tim having to figure out a way to approach him without scaring him off.
So now Tim has a choice: he could get Danny out of the building and maybe if Danny will let him help find Danny a new place to live or he gets Danny out but drops info about another abandoned bathroom on the 35th floor that had just been repaired and shouldnât have maintenance come by again for a few months especially if Tim changes the schedule for that one
And so now unknown to everyone but Tim, and an increasingly frustrated security team, Danny now lives at WE.
Tim decides two things as well: the less people that know about Dannyâs existence for now the better with that government bounty on his head and that this will be a great way to win Dannyâs trust and get more information by helping him hide
And so Danny lives there in the WE tower with only Tim being the wiser as to who he is. Danny will sometimes pop out and visit Tim in his 34th floor office where Tim now keeps food and drinks.
And this is a great set up for a while with Tim getting to know Danny and helping l him on dismantling/untangling everything that lead to Danny being there. No itâs not a crush Tim just finds Danny smart, funny and very cute but on a professional level. But then it dawns on Tim after a close call with security he canât just let Danny keep up like this so one fake id and employment later Tim unceremoniously adds Danny to the employee registry as a security tester.
Heâd run the idea by Danny who readily agreed plus now Tim can pay him and give Danny a new start.
Tim never tells anyone about the new hire until security catches Danny on an off day but before they can escort him out of the building Danny tells them he works there. Which they donât believe until they pull him up in the system and discover his title and that he works directly under Tim.
Danny running into a room: Hide me!
Tim: Under my desk! Quick!
Danny: *Jumping the desk* Thank you!
Security Guard running in: Mr. Drake-Wayne! Have you seen a suspicious man pass through here?
Tim: Hmm? No. Is something happening?
Security Guard: A while ago, someone reported that a homeless man was found sleeping in one of our less used bathrooms. It looks like he had been staying there for a while. He had an entire camp set up. He ran as soon as the security was called but we think he's still in the building.
Tim: Wow that's crazy. Hope you catch him
Security Guard: Thank you. I suggest you move down to level 1 until we're sure he's not a danger.
Tim: Of course. I'll be right there.
Tim: *Moving his wheel chair back to stare into Danny's eyes* He's gone.
Danny: Thank you so much for hiding me.
Tim: You're welcome. Take off your clothes
Danny: Excuse me?
Tim: Switch into one of my spare suits. We're going to pretend you're my guest and walked you right pass security.
Danny: Who keeps seven spair complete suits at work?
Tim: *Holding up two ties* I do. Now, this Aqua blue makes your eyes pop, but this classic black with silver stripes gives you a mysterious aura. What are we feeling?
Danny: ....the blue one is nice.
#dcxdp#dead tired#Tim has no concept of a normal way to meet people#so now Tim has a giant crush on the guy that took over a menâs room#when the Batfam later find out about Danny theyâre all just like: âhey TimâŠ.what the fuckâ#*Tim twirling his hair and kicking his feet with and obvious crush on the homeless guy*: âwhat I just find him interestingâ#Batfam: *press X to doub*
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A fathers love
Summary- The story between one Dark lord and his only son, Mattheo Riddle. And the first time Mattheo calls for his father when he's in trouble.
An idea inspired by a batfam fic and @anawritez-posts :3 is mostly a fic about Voldy and the relationship between him and his first born son Mattheo.
minor Tom/young Voldy x Reader, mostly just in the background-you can make up your own story for them and if they're romantic or not.
warning; Tom Riddle/Voldemort, heart aching fluff and angst, blood, injury.
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Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, had never exactly expected to be a father, not once as he grew up without one, or when he murdered his father, or even when the world began to know what the name Voldemort meant-and began to fear it.
But a ruler needed an heir, so he convinced an old cohort of his, (y/n) (l/n), to be the mother of his heir. It gave her plenty of benefits, being under his protection, being the mother of his child, and being known as his dark lady because with her becoming the mother of his heir-came certain pureblood expectations, so of course he married her.
After marrying her, came his first-born son Mattheo, who he allowed his last name because Voldemort had never exactly thought of a proper wizarding last name so Riddle would have to do for now.
Birth wasâŠstressful, not just for his wife, but for Voldemort as well-who hadnât exactly realized that the death of his mother had affected him so badly that he wasâŠscared that (y/n) would die giving birth to Mattheo. But she was fine, and Mattheo was a little red wriggly potato of a newborn.
âHealthy lungs,â (y/n) commented, exhausted and happy, looking down at his firstborn in her arms that was crying as hard as he could with his new functioning lungs. Voldemort nearly cringed if he wasnât staring in near awe.
He made that, they made that, they made a tiny little human. (y/n) looked up at him, examining the impossibly surprised and soft expression the dark lord was making, he was knelt beside the bed, staring at Mattheo who was cradled in (y/n)âs arms. âWould you like to hold him?â (y/n) asked and Voldemort swallowed, for the first time, scared of hurting somebody.
âShould I?â Voldemort asked, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable and (y/n) nodded, sitting up to place Mattheo in Voldemort's arms, who took him so gently it was almost comical. âSupport his head, just like that.â (y/n) murmured, Voldemort slowly leaning back on his heels as he looked down at the tiny being in his arms-who had quieted as soon as Voldemort had taken him.
âHeâs so small,â Voldemort murmured, his brown-red eyes staring down at the baby boy in his arms, warmth he never thought couldâve existed blossoming in his chest. The love of being a father.
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Except, Voldemort isnt very good at showing love, considering he had never been shown it all his life. He had very few examples of a fatherly figure, he had Slughorn, he supposed, but he didnât count Slughorn as a good example-considering how he hated Slughorn's coddling of him, though he did enjoy the praise.
So, Mattheo grew up going to his mother for all of his needs, which Voldemort was fine with, he didnât know how to communicate with the boy, who was quite emotional-his heart on his sleeve unlike Voldemort, who had been emotional when he was young-but he was mean spirited, Mattheo was soft, like his mother.
Voldemort didnât exactly try to stop the softness that Mattheo had in his heart, because while Mattheo didnât know it, even the dark lord was weak to Mattheoâs doe eyes he gave when he wanted something from his mother.
Mattheo, however, grew up thinking his father didnât exactly, care about him. The dark lord was distant and quiet, never showing affection even to his wife, Mattheoâs mom. This made Mattheo believe that he was only an heir to Voldemort, a means to an end, because his friends-or his future followers as the dark lord deemed them-all had relationships with their fathers, while they were stern and maybe a bit mean sometimes, they were still fathers, caring and loving, and when he was young, very very protective.
One time he saw Lucius call out for his dad when he scraped his knee and Abraxas had been next to him quicker than anyone could even say expelliarmus. It had only been a scrape too, and yet Abraxas had scooped up the 7-year-old and carried him into Malfoy manor, away from where he and Mattheo had been playing quidditch.
Mattheo always wondered what would happen if he called out for his father? If he started crying and called out for âdadâ?
Mattheo, for the longest time, thought heâd never respond, that he had better luck calling for death itself to save him, because Voldemort would never care about anyone that much.
Right?
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Mattheo hit the floor with a crack, groaning as his shoulder flared with pain. He could taste blood in his mouth, dripping off his lip and down his chin. Heâd been assigned to a mission, either by his father or some other higher-up death eater, like Lestrange or something, but it was a stupidly dangerous mission, trying to convince the trolls of the western mountains to join his father's cause.
They hadnât exactly reacted well to Mattheoâs offer, be it strained since he hadnât exactly wanted to be there, so here he was, being thrown like a doll by mountain trolls.
He rolled onto his back, his vision blurry as he looked up at the trolls just a few feet away, one stomping up to him-raising its club high. Mattheoâs wand wasnât in reach-blending in with the sticks and leaves on the forest floor, his heart seized in his chest.
Was he going to die here? Would he never get to see his mom again?
Would he never finish his Hogwarts education?
Panic bubbled in his throat and tears burned in his eyes-breathing heavily and quickly as he tried to scramble back. It came out by accident, the breathless cry of a scared 15-year-old who needed to be saved.
âD-Daaa-ad!!â The word was interrupted by blood in his throat, choking on it, making his voice quiet and almost pitiful.
The troll close to him didnât even get the chance to arch down the club-because a swirl of strong black smoke and a blast of green lightning interrupted it. âAVADA KADAVRA!â a familiar voice bellowed, killing another troll-the shock wave from the two mountain trolls hitting the ground blowing Mattheoâs hair back as he sobbed on the ground, his shoulder in flaring pain and his chest hurting as he took shallow breaths between sobs.
He opened his eyes-seeing Voldemort-face twisted in rage-turn away from the mountain trolls that were fleeing. His fatherâs face went pale-paler than usual-and he rushed towards Mattheo, dropping his wand as he dropped to his knees beside his only son, carefully scooping the young boy into his arms, his head cradled in his elbow.
âMattheo,â Voldemort breathed out, his eyes wide with worry, his jaw clenched as he looked over Mattheo for any injuries-finding many.
âDad-â Mattheo choked out, his hand tight against his father's sleeve-he doesnât even remember the last time his father held him like this but right now he cant bring himself to try to remember-right now, heâs scared, heâs hurt, he needs his dad.
And his dad is right here, holding him, killed for him, protected him.
Mattheo doesnât even know where he came from, how he knew Mattheo called for him, how he knew where Mattheo was. Perhaps Voldemort had followed him, perhaps it was fatherly instincts, perhaps magic.
It couldâve been anything, and Mattheo didnât care, because his dad had come to save him-just like he always wanted.
âi-Iâm-sorry,â Mattheo blubbered out as Voldemort found his wand and began enchanting healing spells under his breath, trying to reverse the worst of the damage.
âWhat?â Voldemort asked, his brow furrowed as he looked at Mattheoâs face. âMattheo-no-â
âI shouldnât be crying-Iâm not a baby-I shouldâve-been able to handle it,â Mattheo stutters out-fat tears rolling down his face-he hadnât cried in front of his father in many many years.
Voldemort shushes him, itâs awkward and new, a copy of what his mother did when Mattheo got upset, but itâs still there-a gentle coo and a warm hand that brushed away blood and tears on Mattheoâs face. âDo not apologize, never apologize, youâre my child. You werenât supposed to be on this mission in the first place,â Voldemort murmured, scooping his son completely into his arms, Mattheo clinging to his fatherâs robes.
Mattheo furrows his brows at his fatherâs words. He wasnât meant to be on this mission? âI meant for this to be for Mulciber, who even told you to do this?â Voldemort said, it was a rhetorical question, but Mattheo answered anyway and Voldemortâs jaw clicked in anger. âI shall deal with him later, where is your wand?â
Mattheo sniffed and looked around, still in his fatherâs arms-which feels so odd-but finds his wand on the floor and his father grabs it, and in a moment he apparated them back to the manor-his mother already rushing down the stairs as Voldemort carried him through the threshold of the main foyer.
âIâve got him,â Voldemort calmly said to his wife, who nodded, her fingers brushing through Mattheoâs hair as he leaned towards her-his eyes closed as he felt blood drying on his face.
 Heâs set down in his room on his bed and his father personally sees to his medical needs, wiping up blood and fixing bones that were broken from when heâd been tossed to the ground by one of the mountain trolls.
Itâs quiet, awkwardly quiet for a long time, Mattheo watching as his father, Voldemort, patched him up-his brown-red eyes intense as he waved his wand, charming the slice in Mattheoâs hand to heal up and close.
âI didnât think youâd come,â Mattheo admitted softly, too scared, too shy, to look at his father, who froze at Mattheoâs words. His brows furrowed, looking up at his son.
âWhy not?â Voldemort asked, putting his wand away and sitting next to his son, their shoulders only a few inches apart.
âI didnât know you cared,â Mattheo said softly, looking down at his hands. Voldemort swallowed, he knows heâs been a very distant parent, barely interacting with his son over the last 15 years-not since Mattheo was a toddler and needed his father much more than he did now.
Voldemort struggles with his words, but he has to let Mattheo know how much he really cares.
âI never expected to be a father,â Voldemort admits, wringing his hands between his knees. Mattheo looks at him, his eyes wide-realizing what was happening, his father was opening up to him. âBut upon making myself the dark lord, a ruler of the wizarding world, I knew I would need an heir. I married your mother because an heir needs a mother-and she was the only one I was comfortable with, making an heir with. IâŠâ Voldemort swallowed, rubbing his brow.
 âI never expected you. I watched you be born, I was terrified your mother would pass while giving birth to you, like my mother had, but she didnât-and you had arrived. You were so small,â his voice becomes quiet, his gaze distant, fond. âI was terrified I would hurt you by holding you, but your mother insisted. Holding you for the first time-iâŠI never knew what it meant to be a father, I hardly know how to be one still butâŠwhen I held you for the first time, you were no longer my heir-you were my son. My very first love. IâmâŠIâm sorry Iâve failed to show it all these years.â
Mattheo can feel the lump in his throat, and he takes a small breath; he can't help but leaning forward-wrapping his arms around his father, and for the first time since he was a toddler, his father hugs him back.
Mattheoâs mother watches from the doorway, smiling softly before walking away, knowing her husband and son had finally connected once more.
-end-
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Payment
Pairing: f!reader x San x Mingi
Genre: smut 18+
Summary: You follow your dad to get his car fixed. Although getting a car fixed is quite expensive, your dad and the mechanics have another idea how to pay for the service.
Notes: sub!reader, dom!sangi, San & Mingi are mechanics, readers dad kinda sells her?!, pervs, flirting, dirty talk, stripping, nipple play, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, lots of cum, creampie, bigdick!Mingi, unprotected sex (DONT), kissing, one spank, taking a pic, teasing, threesome, double penetration, reader gets called (baby, little girl & chippie), many rounds, swallowing. Forgot something, maybe.
Words: 2k
Today was a quite boring day. You had to follow your dad to the car service with his car to get it checked. He thought, since you always spent time indoors doing nothing, you could as well keep him company for a change.
The car ride to the service was quiet. None of you said a word, only some background music was heard through the speakers.
As you approached the car service which by the way, were nothing like youâd expected it to be. It was a large, dusty building with a faded sign that you almost couldnât read. It gave you the chills.
Your eyes were immediately drawn to the two mechanics standing by the entrance. One was tall and kinda big. His eyes, hidden beneath a pair of shades, held an intense gaze that made you slightly nervous. Alongside him stood another mechanic with a mischievous smile and a lean, muscular physique. Both of them were covered in grease and sweat, their work clothes hugging their bodies in all the right places.
As you and your dad got out of the car and headed towards the guys you felt a wave of anxiety rushing over you.
"Dad, why are we here?" you asked, your voice laced with hint of nervousness. You could feel a strange vibe hanging in the air of this place.
Your dad gave you a wink and a mysterious smile. "Just you wait and see, sweetheart. These guys will take good care of us."
Great..
As you entered the garage, the sound of rock music blaring from an old radio filled the air, mingling with the metallic clanks and the hum of machinery. The place was a chaotic mess, with tools scattered everywhere and car parts piled high.
Mingi and San greeted you both with nods, their eyes tho, seemed to never leave your figure. You felt slightly exposed under their intense scrutiny, your cheeks flushed, trying to avoid their stares.
"So, what seems to be the problem with your car, sir?" Mingi asked, his deep voice rumbled through the garage walls. Kinda hot..
Your dad explained the issue, a minor engine problem that needed attention. As he spoke, you could feel Mingi's eyes roaming over your body, taking in every curve and the way your tight tank top hugged your small frame. It was kinda exciting but so embarrassing at the same time. The thoughts in your head ran wild, trying to figure out what went through their minds. Even though you knewâŠ
San held a wrench in his hand, his muscular arms flexed with every move while he fiddled with the silver tool. He cleaned the grease off it with a cloth and put it back on the desk. He then turned around and walked towards you. While your dad was busy talking to Mingi he sneaked up to you and leaned in to your ear.
"You know, we could give you a special deal, a little discount for such a pretty customer," he whispered, his breath tickled your ear. Your heart raced as you felt his warm body press against yours. San backed off and placed himself on the car's hood looking at you with a raised eyebrow, casually waiting for you to answer, loving the way he made you tremble in front of him.
Mingi cleared his throat, a low rumbling sound that demanded attention. "Yeah, we can definitely work something out. Why don't you two have a seat in the waiting area while we take a look at your car?" He gestured towards a small, dingy office, its walls covered in pin-up posters and car magazines.
Your father seemed to understand the unspoken offer the guys were talking about, and with a sly grin, he guided you towards the office. "Y/n, can you wait here while the boys do their thing. Iâll be back in a jiffy." He patted your head and walked out of there, giving both the boys a steady handshake, as a confirmation on their offer. As soon as Mingi and San saw your dad get out of sight, they exchanged looks and put away their stuff. You were alone with them now, the atmosphere in the office changed quickly. San closed the door behind him, their eyes were burning with raw desire.
"You know, we don't usually do this,"Mingi said, he placed his shades on his head making his bicep flex. "But for a sweet thing like you, your father we're willing to make an exception."
A sudden feeling spread along your spine hearing the last sentence, almost like it was coated with ice.
San moved closer, his eyes meeting yours. "Yeah, we can fix your dad's car, but we want something in return. Something special."
Your heart pounded in your chest, those two wanted to have sex with you, and they were willing to barter their services for your body.
You took a deep breath.
"What... what do you want me to do?" You asked, your voice was barely above a whisper.
San's fingers trailed along the strap on your top. "We want to show you a good time, baby. We want to make sure your dad leave here satisfied with his car."
Mingi's hands joined in, sliding under your tank top and cupped your breasts. His thumbs teased your nipples, causing them to harden instantly. "You'll let us fuck you and weâll fix your dadâs car. Fair trade, right?" Mingi whispered, you felt how he smirked against your ear.
San helped you up and guided you towards a worn-out couch, its leather surface was cool against your bare skin. With a shy look, you looked up at them.
âStripâ San demanded.
The mechanics' hungry gazes devoured you while you stripped of your clothes, their rough hands were exploring your body within seconds.
Mingi's lips found your neck, his kisses leaving a trail of fire down your collarbone. San's hands worked their way down your thighs, pushing the legs apart as he knelt between them. You felt his breath against your core, his fingers tracing the outline of your wetness through the panties.
"You're so fucking wet, baby" San growled. "Let us take care of that for you."
With a swift motion, he tore your panties aside, exposing your glistening pussy to their eager eyes. A gasp left your mouth as you felt his warm breath on your sensitive flesh, his tongue traced your folds, tasting your sweetness. Mingi's hands continued to explore your breasts, pinching and tugging at your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"Oh god, yes," you moaned, you couldnât help but to throw your head back as San's skilled tongue flicked and teased your clit. His fingers joined the dance, sliding inside you, filling you with a delicious fullness. Mingi's mouth claimed your in a passionate kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of San's fingers inside you.
The sensations were overwhelming, and you could feel your orgasm building. San's tongue worked relentlessly, his fingers curled and thrusted in perfect harmony.
"Cum for us, baby," Mingi urged, his voice rumbled.
Your release hit like a tidal wave, your body convulsed as you cried out in pleasure. San's mouth and fingers continued their assault, milking every last drop from your trembling body.
As your orgasm subsided, Mingi pulled away, his eyes screamed sex.
"Bet you want to fuck some cocks now right? Wanna get fucked real good?."
Mingiâs cock strained against his work pants, just waiting to be buried inside your little pussy. Your eyes wandered down to meet his clothed bulge, the boy was huge.
It made you a little scared.
Mingi wasted no time, positioning you on all fours. You felt so exposed and vulnerable, with your ass raised high, your pussy still throbbing from your recent climax.
Mingi's greasy hands gripped your hips, he caressed your ass gently before landing a smack on it. It made you flinch, but in a good way.
Mingi let his cock spring free and you could hear a deep chuckle behind you. First he placed his giant dick on your ass to get a pic. He then teased your hole with the tip making you whine softly. In one swift motion with a slow, deliberate thrust, he filled you, stretching you to accommodate his size. Both of you left a trail of moans and curses.
"Oh, fuck- stay still, donât move your hips."
San, unable to wait any longer, positioned himself infront of you, his thick cock was inches from your swollen lips. He pushed his thumb in your mouth tugging at your bottom teeth, a dirty smile crept up along his face. "Be a good little girl and open your mouth for me, baby.â
You opened up and San let out a long raspy moan as his dick entered your warm, wet mouth.
Mingi's pace quickened, his grunts filling the air as he pounded into your tight pussy. You could feel his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, sending ripples of pleasure through your body. San's hands roamed over your back, his fingers sneaked down to tease your nipples, adding to the overwhelming sensations.
"Oh fuck, yes." Mingi groaned, his voice was turning hoarse. "This pussy is gonna make me cum so hard."
Your sore body trembled as you felt Mingi's cock twitch inside of you, his hot seed filled you up. He slowly pulled out, his thick cum poured down into the leather couch. Mingi placed a sloppy kiss on your ass before he tried to regain his composure.
You by the way, was totally occupied somewhere else. Sanâs cock plunged down your throat and you had a difficult time not to gag on it. Tears rolled down your blushed cheeks, while long strings of saliva dangled from the corners of your mouth.
San pushed you against his pubic bone, holding you there for a second while releasing down your throat. A panicked breath left you gasping for air when San pulled his cock out. You stuck your tongue out to show them how well you swallowed every last drop of Sanâs cum.
Mingi and San stood over you with their chests heaving and their cocks still hard and ready for more.
"Looks like our cocks wants more pussy." San teased.
"We've got a few more minutes before your dad comes back. It would be a shame for your own dad to see his little girl turn out to be such a chippie right?."
Mingi teased with a grin.
The entrance door opened and in stepped your dad. He walked up to San who were busy working on the finishing touches on the underside of the car. He got up to greet your father who had a pleased look on his face.
âIs the car done?â
San swept away a small droplet of sweat from his forehead and gave him the keys.
âItâs like new sir, although it required some hard work.â San smiled, letting out a small laugh.
Meanwhile you and Mingi walked out of the office to join the others. You adjusted your skirt and met your dad with a warm smile. Mingi brushed a hand through his hair to get rid of the mess youâd made while holding onto him as he fucked your brains out on their office desk 2 minutes ago.
âThere you are honey, ready to go home?â Your dad placed a hand on your shoulder.
You gave him a tired nod.
âBy the way, what about the payment boys?â
âNo worries about that sir⊠our pleasure.â Mingi smiled, adjusting his pants. He raised a brow at you before he put on his shades again. Your dad was more than satisfied and so were you, with a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach you got into the car.
âThanks boys for your incredible job⊠also for taking good care of my daughter.â He said with a wink, knowing exactly what theyâd been doing while giving both San and Mingi a hard pat on the back.
âAnytime.â
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Dodge the water bottleâ Charles Leclerc x reader
Fluff
Word count - 708
Based on that trend on TikTok
âThis is the stupidest idea youâve ever had,â Charles mutters, voice clipped as you double-knot the blindfold around his head. He tries to shake it off immediately, and you swat his hand away.
âSays the guy who thought hopping into strangers' cars for free rides was a good idea,â you retort. âNow stop being a baby. Everyone else did it.â
âArthur didnât,â he snaps, his jaw tightening.
âBecause Arthurâs smart enough to film it instead,â you counter, jerking your chin toward his brother, who is already laughing. Arthur holds his phone steady, ready to immortalize this disaster for Instagram.
You glance at the ceiling fan, where the water bottle is dangling ominously, swinging in slow, taunting circles.
âRelax,â you say, giving Charlesâs shoulder a pat. âIf youâre as quick as you claim, thisâll be easy.â
âIf I get hit in the face, Iâm suing,â Charles grumbles.
You smirk. âDonât worry, Iâll send flowers to your lawyers.â
You flip the fan switch, and the water bottle starts swinging faster. The first whoosh of air has Charles ducking instinctively, swearing under his breath in rapid-fire French. He moves his hands in front of him like heâs trying to box an invisible opponent.
The bottle narrowly misses his head on its second pass, and you canât help but cackle. He turns in the direction of your laugh, scowling behind the blindfold. âYouâre enjoying this too muchââ
WHACK.
The bottle nails him in the back, and he stumbles forward. arthur loses it, his laughter echoing through the room as Charles mutters something youâre sure could peel paint off walls.
Youâre doubling over with laughter when the fan starts spinning fasterâfaster than you thought.
âDid you set this too high?â Charles yells, flinching as the bottle zips past him like it has a personal vendetta.
âOops,â you manage between wheezes. âMy bad!â
Itâs chaotic now. Charles is blindly ducking and weaving the water bottle relentlessly whizzing around. It catches him in the shoulder, then the head, thenâ
âFUCK!â Charles yelps, clutching his stomach where the bottle smacked him dead-center. He rips off the blindfold, his hair sticking up wildly and his expression pure fury.
Youâre laughing so hard you can barely stand, clutching the wall for support. arthur doubled over on the couch, filming every second.
âThatâs it,â Charles growls, marching toward you.
âWhat are you doing?â you gasp, still laughing as he closes the distance.
âPayback,â he says darkly, scooping you up in one smooth motion. Before you can protest, heâs spinning you toward the fan.
âCharles, noââ
WHACK. The water bottle catches you in the shoulder, and you shriek as Charles bursts out laughing, his rare, genuine grin lighting up the room.
âFine!â you say breathlessly, pushing yourself to your feet and yanking off your sweater. âLet me show you how itâs done, amateur.â
Charles raises a brow, amused. âYou? Dodge better than me?â
âWatch and learn, Leclerc,â you say, slipping the blindfold on and standing confidently in the fanâs path. arthur immediately sets the fan back to full speed, the water bottle hurtling through the air like itâs aiming for blood.
You sidestep the first swing gracefully, the bottle just grazing your sleeve. You hear Charles mutter a grudging, âNot bad.â
But then the next swing comes faster, catching you off guard. WHACKâright in the back of your head, sending you stumbling forward into Charles. His hands shoot out to catch you before you both collapse in a heap.
âI thought you were going to show me how itâs done,â he teases, his hands steadying you but not letting go.
âShut up,â you groan, your face buried in his chest as laughter bubbles up again.
arthurâs howling in the background, the fan still going full speed. But Charles doesnât let you move away, his hand sliding to your chin to tilt your face toward him.
âYouâre ridiculous,â he says, but the laughter in his eyes softens, the chaos of the room fading for just a second.
âAnd youâre terrible at this game,â you whisper back, your cheeks burning.
The water bottle swings again, narrowly missing you both as Charles grins. âLooks like we both are.â
Arthur groans from the sidelines. âOh, come on. Stop flirting and dodge the damn bottle!â
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I was sooo excited to see this finished, I couldn't wait to read it. Okay, okay...here we go~
The beginning of it is so pure and sweet, I love how you include so many characters and build the dynamics and world up for the story to begin. You always do such a good job with that, and I love seeing all the details.
I also like how you took this with Logan's view, how you described others and the reactions between them were so perfect for his character. Wade and Al were hilarious, the chatter they had in the beginning was entertaining and 100% something I can see happening.
Anyway continuing below cut because I love reviewing your stuff in more detail ~
The next couple of months go similarly. He runs into you frequently â in the elevator, and the communal laundry room of the apartment complex, and when youâre both checking your mail at the same time. You always greet him with a smile and ask the typical casual conversation questions â how he's liking his new job (heâs not, but he tells you itâs going fine), if Wade is staying out of trouble (no), and how Laura is doing (sheâs doing great, actually), but it never progresses much past that.
The tension that builds is so well done. This one really got me into the story, I've never read one with this idea so I thought it was really interesting and fun to read. Sometimes tension is hard to build up, and with the background and characters in the beginning of the story to now and a bit later on, when the 'peak' comes, it feels so well deserves and satisfying. I'm jealous of how you do that đ
Images of you straddling him with your bare, wet cunt rubbing against his happy trail, getting yourself off on his body as he plays with your pretty tits â He letâs out an audible growl and rips the shower curtain open before turning on the water â straight to his normal hot temperature, too. He knows a cold shower isn't going to do him any good right now. Standing beneath the hot stream, he thinks of what has transpired in the last five minutes and strokes himself in his hand until warm, white liquid follows the water down the drain. When he finishes, he stills hears your voice in his mind and gets hard again within minutes.
UGH. This part was insane. The build Logan begins to feel is so natural here, and as it goes on you can really sense how needy and hard it is for him to handle it. Someone like him being pent up is such a fun concept.
Itâs a pretty small couch â really more like a loveseat â so itâs a snug fit for the two of you. The skin of your exposed kneecap brushes against the fabric of his jeans as you lean forward to grab yourself a slice of pizza.
These little tidbits of details feel so authentic and real, I adore each and every one. Just like the exposed midriff, the tiny details that add to what we already know, urging Logan's desires on and on.
During the second act of the movie, he wonders what youâre thinking - if you could possibly be feeling the same way as him â when you randomly sit forward, grab the box of the leftover pizza off of the table in front of you, and stand to take it to your refrigerator. It's then that he picks up on an odor â not the light floral aroma of your perfume but something new. A scent that answers the question of exactly what you had been thinking about. Itâs musky and pheromonal, and even though itâs been a while since Logan has been intimate enough with a woman to smell the scent of her arousal, he recognizes it right away.
I'm always a sucker for ferals to use their senses and how writers include it in fics. Logan's sense of smell is insane so he would of course smell the reader's arousal. I love love that and how you described it was amazing.
âYou know, if my sense of smell is as good as my sense of hearing, then I think I have a pretty good idea of what youâre thinking about right now,â Logan starts, his voice low and gruff. He watches from his peripheral vision as you freeze, your form going rigid. âBut Iâd really like to hear you say it.â
Yess, FINALLY. Be bold.
He knows youâre trying to play it cool, but thereâs certain things that you just canât hide from him â like the way your heart is beating a mile a minute and the way your nipples have pebbled beneath the thin material of your tank top.
Love this little detail a lot too <3
He pulls your hand off of him and then tugs you over his erection, trying his hardest to ignore the way the wetness between your legs glides against the tip of his cock, until youâre flat against the hard expanse of his lower stomach. âThis is what you wanted, yeah?â He grunts. You whimper in response, tightening your thighs around his sides and rocking back and forth with the smallest amount of friction. âDonât be holding back, wanna feel you make a mess on me.â
This entire bit was super hot too, the idea of this happening was sooo good. His demeanor and actions, the light teasing and slapping was just perfection. It was perfectly balanced, and I re-read this bit a few times.
âWe can stop here,â he murmurs against your lips when he breaks the kiss, even though the thought kills him. He doesnât want to stop kissing you, touching you, tasting you. Itâs only been a few months, but it feels like heâs been waiting a lifetime for this and the last thing he wants is for it to come to an end. âDonât have to go any further if you donâtââ âNo,â you exclaim with a breathy laugh. âNo, I donât want to stop. Do you want to stop?â He grins up at you, taking his length in his hand and teasing it through your folds from below you. He coats the head in your juices before nudging it against your hole. âDefinitely donât wanna stop, sweetheart.â
This gets overlooked a lot but I personally really, really like this part. Enough self control to ask reader if they want to stop, if everything is fine, just giving that option to stop if they wanted to. That is such a good detail and shows the depth of care. It's really refreshing each time I see something like this added in a smut fic.
âRemind me to eavesdrop on your conversations more often,â he huffs a laugh, still slightly out of breath. You bring your lips to his, smiling as you give him a light kiss. âIâll know if you do. I have a doorbell camera. You didnât notice that?â
LMAO girl-đđ
i got it bad
logan howlett x reader (worst!logan x reader)
word count: 4.9k
summary/prompt: logan can't help that he has super hearing and overhears you - wade's seemingly sweet, shy neighbor - telling vanessa what you fantasize about doing to him. believing that you won't ever act on it, he takes matters into his own hands.
or - getting yourself off on logan's abs
warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only mdni, reader is afab, no use of y/n, logan's pov, porn with a little plot, male masturbation, teasing, nipple/breast play, some tit slaps, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, cream pie
Ever since Logan first met you, he hasnât been able to get you out of his fucking head.
Which is really unfortunate for him, considering you seem indifferent to his existence.
Wade says that you're just an introvert, and that it takes you a while to get comfortable around new people, but after living across the hallway from you for the last few months, Logan is sure that you have no interest in him outside of simple, polite conversation whenever the two of you run into each other.
He first notices you from across the room when you enter Wade and Althea's apartment â his apartment now, too, he supposes. The small space is crowded, but you're impossible for him to overlook. He instantly recognizes you from the polaroid picture that Wade had showed him in the Void.
Youâre greeted by Vanessa, who kisses you on the cheek and shoves a drink in your hand before dragging you over to where Logan is listening to Wade and Althea bicker about â what were they bickering about again? All he can focus on is the way your dress hugs your curves and the lipstick imprint that youâve left on the champagne flute in your hand.
He needs to get out more. Go to a bar, get a job, maybe even try out one of those dating apps that Vanessa has suggested to him â something to get him out of this fucking apartment that he's stayed holed up in since arriving in this universe, because he should not be this flustered by a complete stranger.
âEarth to Peanut,â Wade snaps his fingers in front of Loganâs face. He barely processed anything Vanessa had said while she introduced you. Blah blah, neighbor, something something, lives down the hallway. âJesus, did you get into the white powder under the floorboard? Your pupils are as big as saucers right now.â
âOh, go easy on him, Wade,â Althea scolds. âItâs natural for pupils to dilate when looking at a pretty girl.â
The expression on your face matches how Logan feels â surprised, embarrassed, slightly mortified.
âYou don't even know what she looks like. She could look like me for all you know,â Wade snorts.
âShe brings me homemade cookies and she always smells good,â Al retorts. âI don't need to be able to see her to know that she's pretty.â
âNice to meet you,â Logan finally speaks up with a forced smile. Leave it to his two roommates to make a simple introduction as awkward as possible. âAnd no, I am not high on cocaine,â he adds with a pointed glare at Wade.
âItâs nice to meet you too, Logan,â you return the sentiment with a chortle and shy smile. âAnd donât worry, I never pay attention to anything Wade says.â
Yukio and her girlfriend with the long ass name that Logan has yet to memorize then walk up and gain your attention, leaving Logan wishing he could redo the entire interaction.
He spends the rest of the night hoping for an opportunity to talk to you again, and feeling disappointed when that doesnât happen.
The next couple of months go similarly. He runs into you frequently â in the elevator, and the communal laundry room of the apartment complex, and when youâre both checking your mail at the same time.
You always greet him with a smile and ask the typical casual conversation questions â how he's liking his new job (heâs not, but he tells you itâs going fine), if Wade is staying out of trouble (no), and how Laura is doing (sheâs doing great, actually), but it never progresses much past that.
As soon as the conversation starts to venture into more personal territory, you seem to shut down. Youâll make some excuse about having somewhere to be, wish him a good day, and then youâre gone.
He canât help himself. He sees how carefree and talkative you can be with Vanessa and hell, even Wade â and he wants that. At least then he may feel a little less crazy for spending so much of his free time racking his brain for ways to get closer to you.
Maybe itâs because it has been so long since heâs had a crush on anyone, but sometimes he thinks he might be losing his mind with how often he thinks of you â your smile, your eyes, your scent, your voice, and the way that having a five minute conversation with you always leaves him feeling for the rest of the day.
Thatâs why when heâs walking to his apartment one evening, and hears his name come from inside your apartment, he stops dead in his fucking tracks.
God, he knows he shouldnât listen. He knows he should keep walking, go into his apartment and close the door.
But itâs not like he has his ear pressed up against your door. Itâs not his fault that he has super hearing and that the apartment building has paper thin walls.
His brain is yelling at his feet to move but they stay planted firm right where they are.
âHe thinks you donât like him, you know,â Vanessa says. Logan doesnât need to be able to see to know that thereâs a smirk on her face.
Heâs tempted to cause some kind of commotion in the hallway and then dash into his apartment, just to stop Vanessa from saying whatever the hell sheâs about to say.
âLogan?â You sound appalled. âOf course I like him.â
âI know that you like him,â Vanessa chuckles. âBut I can see why he would think otherwise. You act like you can barely stand to be in the same room as the guy for five minutes.â
âThatâs not true.â Your voice shoots up several octaves higher than normal.
Logan sends a silent prayer to whoever the fuck is listening that no one walks down this hallway in the next few minutes and sees him standing still as a statue next to your apartment door.
âItâs not that I simply canât stand to be in the same room as him,â you continue, lowering your voice back down to its normal volume. âItâs that being in the same room as him makes me want to jump his adamantium bones.â
For a second, he really believes that his two hundred year old heart might stop beating.
âIâm fucking pathetic around him,â you huff. âLast week, I saw him pull his t-shirt off in the laundry room to put a clean one on, and ever since then I havenât been able to stop thinking about grinding my pussy against his abs. Something is seriously wrong with me, Nes.â
But Logan doesnât hear Vanessaâs response, because he speed walks away while sheâs still cackling. By some miracle, Wade isnât home, so Logan darts past Althea and locks himself in the bathroom.
What the fuck, Jesus Christ, and holy shit all play on a loop in his mind while he tries to ignore the bulge that has quickly formed in his jeans.
The last words he expected to hear anyone say today were jump his adamantium bones and grinding my pussy against his abs â but the fact that he heard those words come from your mouth in your sweet voice has his cock throbbing so hard that he can't think of anything other than you doing exactly what youâve been fantasizing about.
Images of you straddling him with your bare, wet cunt rubbing against his happy trail, getting yourself off on his body as he plays with your pretty tits â
He letâs out an audible growl and rips the shower curtain open before turning on the water â straight to his normal hot temperature, too. He knows a cold shower isn't going to do him any good right now.
Standing beneath the hot stream, he thinks of what has transpired in the last five minutes and strokes himself in his hand until warm, white liquid follows the water down the drain.
When he finishes, he stills hears your voice in his mind and gets hard again within minutes.
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Logan hasnât seen you in three days. Three days might not seem like a long time to go without seeing your neighbor, but it feels like a long fucking time for him. In fact, itâs the longest heâs gone without casually running into you since he first met you months ago.
Thereâs a reason for this, though â he hasnât checked his mail in days, hasnât taken any of his laundry down to the basement in days, and has generally tried to avoid leaving his apartment as much as he can out of fear that heâll see you. He even went as far as to pretend to be napping when you came by with some fresh baked brownies for Althea yesterday.
He wants to see you, of course. Goddamn, does he want to see you. But after overhearing your conversation with Vanessa earlier this week, he doesnât know if heâs strong enough to look you in the eye and pretend like he hasn't been making himself cum to the thought of you on top of him every time he takes a shower.
But after three days, he finds himself missing you too much to keep up his attempt at distancing himself from you.
What if heâs being ridiculous, staying cooped in this apartment to avoid you? What if youâre just down the hallway, thinking about him at the same time heâs thinking of you?
He's tidying up the kitchen when he sees the pink Tupperware container that youâd brought the brownies in yesterday sitting in the sink. The brownies were long gone â theyâd all been eaten by him, Wade and Al within the same hour that you brought them over.
Taking the Tupperware back to you would be the nice, neighborly thing to do, right?
With Al already retired to her bedroom for the evening, and Wade out with Vanessa, he takes it upon himself to wash and dry the container.
Itâs a Friday night, so he knows thereâs a chance that youâve got plans and might not even be home, but he still takes a few minutes to fix his hair and swipe some deodorant on before walking down the hallway towards your apartment.
As he approaches your door, he realizes that you are home. Thereâs light spilling from the crack at the bottom of the doorframe and he can hear low music playing inside. A mix of anxiety and anticipation sets in, but he clears his throat and knocks on your door before he can chicken out.
He hears your footsteps approaching and attempts to wipe any sign of nervousness from his face â heâs just returning your Tupperware, for Christ's sake.
âLogan,â you breathe as you open the door. âI havenât seen you in a few days,â you greet him. He canât help but relax at the smile that grows on your face when you realize itâs him. âWhat are you up to this evening?â
You lean against your doorframe, and Logan has to force himself to maintain eye contact. Youâre wearing a matching pajama set â a cute pair of velvet shorts and tank top that shows more of your skin than heâs ever seen before.
âI â uh,â he stammers, holding out the Tupperware container to you. âI just thought Iâd bring this back to you. They were great, by the way.â
Your smile spreads to your eyes at his compliment.
âOh, thanks,â you beam. âIâm glad you got to have one. Wade told me that you were asleep when I came by yesterday so I figured heâd have them eaten by the time you woke up.â
âIâm sure he would have, but Al made him save one for me,â he laughs.
He tries to focus on the conversation at hand, but the fact that you look fresh out of the shower definitely isnât fucking helping. Bare faced with the scent of your body wash and lotion on your skin, his thoughts begin to stray into dangerous territory fast.
âI donât wanna interrupt your night, though. Iâll let you get back toââ
âYouâre not,â you say quickly as he begins to step backwards. âYou're not interrupting. Are you doing anything tonight? I just ordered a pizza and thereâs plenty. I was gonna watch a movie, if you wantâŠâ You trail off, glancing back and forth between him and your apartment behind you.
He can't help but notice that your voice sounds hopeful.
The invitation excites him more than he cares to admit. Sure, the two of you have hung out plenty of times, but it's always been in a group setting â at one of Wadeâs get togethers or movie nights, surrounded by other friends.
But never just the two of you â definitely never in your apartment.
He could never think of saying no to you. Especially not when this is what he's been hoping for since he first me you.
âYeah. Yeah, I'd really like that.â
You hold the door open for him, letting him enter your apartment. Right away, he notices how different it is from the one that he lives in. Then again, thereâs three people cramped into Altheaâs â you're the only person who lives here, so you're able to make it entirely your own.
Itâs cute, and cozy, he thinks. From your furniture adorned with throw pillows and blankets, to all of your shelves stocked with books, knick-knacks and candles, to the various plants occupying space throughout the living room, it feels endearing and welcoming right away.
âSo, whereâs Wade at tonight?â you ask as he ventures into the living room. He notes a large cardboard box with an untouched pizza in it on your coffee table. His stomach growls at the sight, and it hits him that he actually is fucking starving.
âHeâs out with Vanessa. Fourth time this week,â he answers, turning to find you retrieving two plates from a cabinet in your kitchen. You're angled away from him, and when you raise your arms to grab the plates, your tank top lifts enough to give him a clear view of your midriff. He quickly averts his gaze, pretending to find something on your bookshelf particularly interesting.
âIâm just really glad that theyâve worked through things and seem to be happy now,â you sigh. âHe wasnât in a good place after their breakup. Barely ever left his apartment for the longest time.â
âTheyâve got something special, thatâs for sure,â Logan agrees.
You hand him a plate, walking past him to your couch. You toss some of the decorative throw pillows to your recliner, making room for him on the sofa. You pat the empty space beside you, an invitation for him to make himself at home.
âWho knows, maybe they'll even get their own place soon and I wonât have to share the living room with him anymore,â he says as he sits down beside you.
Itâs a pretty small couch â really more like a loveseat â so itâs a snug fit for the two of you. The skin of your exposed kneecap brushes against the fabric of his jeans as you lean forward to grab yourself a slice of pizza.
âSounds like you just want Blind Al and Mary Puppins all to yourself,â you tease. You hand him a piece of pizza and close the box before propping your feet up on the table. You lean back, looking at him with a smirk and raised brows.
âIf he moves, that dog is going with him and you know it. Thereâs no way heâd leave her behind,â he shakes his head.
âThereâs no way Althea would let him take her. She's grown to be as attached to her as Wade is. I think even you like her more than you care to admit.â
âWhat can I say? She has a way of weaseling herself into your heart,â Logan sighs.
âOh, itâs definitely the tongue,â you shrug through a bite of pizza.
Logan grimaces as a vivid image of Mary Puppins French kissing Wade awake flashes through his mind, but he can't help but laugh.
You turn on some action-comedy that Logan has never heard of, and the two of you eat and take turns making comments about whatever is happening on the screen for the first half of the movie.
He tries to stay focused on the film, he really does, but every now and then you readjust your position on the couch, causing him to catch a whiff of your perfume or your thigh will brush against his and he'll have to force his attention back to the characters on the screen.
No matter how distracting he may find your mere presence beside him, he's enjoying himself. This is by far the longest the two of you have hung out together, without the additions of his roommates and other friends. He dreads the moment that the movie ends and heâs obligated to tell you goodnight before reluctantly going back to his own apartment.
During the second act of the movie, he wonders what youâre thinking - if you could possibly be feeling the same way as him â when you randomly sit forward, grab the box of the leftover pizza off of the table in front of you, and stand to take it to your refrigerator.
It's then that he picks up on an odor â not the light floral aroma of your perfume but something new. A scent that answers the question of exactly what you had been thinking about. Itâs musky and pheromonal, and even though itâs been a while since Logan has been intimate enough with a woman to smell the scent of her arousal, he recognizes it right away.
When you sit back down beside him, the sweet smell washes over him again and he bites the inside of his lip so hard that he tastes blood. The wound disappears as quickly as itâs formed, but the same canât be said for the erection that begins to strain against the confines of his boxers.
He eyes the pile of small, decorative pillows that you had tossed to the side and wishes that he could grab one to place over his lap.
The words that youâd said to Vanessa a few days ago begin replaying in his mind for the thousandth time since heâd first heard you say them, reminding him this isnât one-sided. He may be sitting here attempting to conceal a raging hard-on by shifting his position and subtly adjusting his pants, but Loganâs heightened sense of smell tells him that your underwear are probably starting to feel as uncomfortable as his do at the moment.
Without turning his head, he risks a glance at you. Your eyes are on the movie, and your face is neutral, but your posture gives you away. Your arms are crossed over your chest, the tips of your fingernails digging tiny crescent shaped indentations into the flesh of your upper arm. You have one of your thighs crossed over the other, locked together tightly but that doesnât stop him from being able to smell how fucking wet you are.
âYou know, if my sense of smell is as good as my sense of hearing, then I think I have a pretty good idea of what youâre thinking about right now,â Logan starts, his voice low and gruff. He watches from his peripheral vision as you freeze, your form going rigid.
âBut Iâd really like to hear you say it.â
You turn to him, your eyebrows quirked but your face otherwise impassive.
âIâm not sure I know what youâre talking about. What exactly is it that youâd like to hear me say?â you ask innocently. You give him doe eyes that make his cock finish filling with blood.
He huffs a laugh, picking up on the way that your heartrate accelerates when you look at him.
âI'd like to hear you say what you said to Vanessa a few days ago,â he hums. âI canât remember exactly, but I think it had something to do with you rubbing your sweet little cunt on my abs. Does that sound familiar to you?â
âHm,â you feign contemplation. âThat doesnât really sound like something I'd say.â
He knows youâre trying to play it cool, but thereâs certain things that you just canât hide from him â like the way your heart is beating a mile a minute and the way your nipples have pebbled beneath the thin material of your tank top.
âYouâre right. It doesn't sound like something youâd say,â he snorts, and leans in so that your face is just a few inches from his. âSo imagine my surprise when I walked by your apartment to hear you talking about jumping my adamantium bones.â
He doesn't miss the way your breath catches in your throat or how your eyes flicker to his lips.
âYou gonna do it? Or you just gonna keep thinking about it while you're sitting beside me?â
For a second, you say nothing and Logan struggles to read your expression. Then, without taking your eyes off of him, you slowly stand in front of the couch. You reach for the hem of your tank top and pull it over your head, leaving you naked from the waist up.
Logan's mouth goes dry. Suddenly, he's all out of smart remarks.
You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your pajama shorts, pushing them down your thighs along with your panties, and let them both drop to your feet all while holding his gaze.
With you now stark naked before him, he leans forward, grasping you by the backs of your thighs and pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him, gently pushing him back against the sofa.
He tugs his own shirt over his head while you undo his belt buckle and pop open the top button of his jeans, your hands fumbling when he sheds his shirt.
Logan doesnât typically think too much about his physical appearance. He knows heâs in good shape, and thinks heâs conventionally attractive enough. But he could see himself getting a bit of an ego, if he had someone looking at him the way you are right now on a regular basis.
You help him shimmy his jeans and boxers down far enough for his cock to spring free. You take him in your hand, using your thumb to smear the thick bead of pre-cum across the head.
âYou should be careful listening to peopleâs conversations outside of their doors,â you hum as you pump him in one hand. You hunch over, lowering your mouth enough to spit down his shaft, lubricating the length. You smirk, glancing up at him from beneath your thick eyelashes. âOther people might not react as happily as me.â
Fuck, he knows itâs been a long time since he's even felt anyoneâs hands on him, but he feels a little pathetic at the way his balls are already tightening and feeling so heavy just from the way youâre languidly stroking him.
And as much as heâd love for you to keep your hands on him, thereâs time for him later. Right now, what he wants more than anything is the feeling of your pussy on him.
He pulls your hand off of him and then tugs you over his erection, trying his hardest to ignore the way the wetness between your legs glides against the tip of his cock, until youâre flat against the hard expanse of his lower stomach.
âThis is what you wanted, yeah?â He grunts. You whimper in response, tightening your thighs around his sides and rocking back and forth with the smallest amount of friction. âDonât be holding back, wanna feel you make a mess on me.â
His words seem to erase any remaining reservation that you may have had. You brace your hands on his chest and begin dragging your center across his lower stomach, your slick coating the thick trail of hair that goes from his belly button to his waistline. With every backstroke, the head of his cock juts against your ass.
You glide across him easily. Soft, wet, and warm, Logan thinks that if you feel this good on his fucking stomach then thereâs no way heâll be able to handle being inside you.
He leans his head forward, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. You hold his head in your hands, tugging on his hair with your fingers as he teases your nipple with his tongue and teeth.
He pulls his mouth away from your breast with a wet pop. âYou like this? Using me to get yourself off?â
âMm-hmm,â you nod frantically, your answer coming out as a moan. He gives a quick, firm slap to your other breast. Judging by the sound it draws from you, you like it, so he does it again.
He'd pictured this exact scenario a shameful number of times in the last few days, but his thoughts hadnât done you justice. Every little noise you make, every little whimper and moan as your clit brushes against the thick bulges of his muscles again and again, sounds sweeter than he could've dreamed.
He places his hands on the meat of your hips, guiding you forwards and backwards across his abdomen at a fast pace.
âFuck,â you gasp, clenching your thighs around him as tight as you can. âFuck, Iâm gonna cumââ
âThatâs right,â he coos. âCome on, cum on me.â
You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, drenching the hair on his stomach as you ride out your orgasm on him with a cry of his name.
You collapse against his chest, going still with your face in the crook of his neck as you steady your breathing.
âLook at me,â he whispers after a moment. It hits him that despite the fact that you just humped him until you came all over his abdomen, he somehow hasnât even kissed you yet.
You pull away from his neck, looking down at him with a dazed expression. He brings your face to his mouth by the back of your neck. He wastes no more time, instantly slipping his tongue past your lips.
He holds you by the globes of your ass, which hovers just above his erection. You grind down, causing the tip of his cock to nudge against your entrance. He groans into your mouth, his cock past the point of feeling like itâs going to explode if he doesnât fucking feel you.
âWe can stop here,â he murmurs against your lips when he breaks the kiss, even though the thought kills him. He doesnât want to stop kissing you, touching you, tasting you. Itâs only been a few months, but it feels like heâs been waiting a lifetime for this and the last thing he wants is for it to come to an end. âDonât have to go any further if you donâtââ
âNo,â you exclaim with a breathy laugh. âNo, I donât want to stop. Do you want to stop?â
He grins up at you, taking his length in his hand and teasing it through your folds from below you. He coats the head in your juices before nudging it against your hole.
âDefinitely donât wanna stop, sweetheart.â
You sink down onto him at the same moment that he tilts his hips up enough to slip inside you, causing the entirety of his length to fill you at once.
You both go still, adjusting to the new sensation of each other. Your walls, velvet soft and so warm, constrict around him like a vice. He knows youâre likely tired from riding him through your first orgasm, so he begins thrusting his hips slowly, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix.
âYouâre big. So, so big,â you moan â something between a whine and a praise.
âI know, but youâre doing so good, honey,â he encourages as he eases himself in and out of you. âDonât worry, I got you.â
You latch your lips to his again, and itâs hard for him to hold back. The feeling of your tight, perfect cunt around him and the taste of your tongue in his mouth is overwhelming. He wants to memorize every movement, every sound you make.
You snake your hand between your bodies, your fingertips finding your swollen clit and massaging languid circles. He feels you flutter around him as you start meeting his thrusts with movements of your own, and he knows youâre close.
âNot gonna last much longer, honey,â he grunts with a sharp thrust. âFeel too fucking good.â
âCum with me,â you murmur against his mouth.
Your command causes something in him to snap. He releases a throaty growl, pistoning his hips upwards at a harsh pace as he fills you up from below. You constrict around him, crying his name into his ear as you ride out your climaxes together.
You collapse against his chest once more, his cock still nestled inside you. He loses track of how long the two of you stay like that, neither of you wanting to be the first to move.
âRemind me to eavesdrop on your conversations more often,â he huffs a laugh, still slightly out of breath.
You bring your lips to his, smiling as you give him a light kiss.
âIâll know if you do. I have a doorbell camera. You didnât notice that?â
thank you so much for reading <3 comments and reblogs are super appreciated. here are a few more of my favorite logan pieces that i've written âšïž
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Christmas Wish (Female Idols)
Author: Merry Christmas everyone, here is my special holidays oneshot. I may or may not write a New Year's special sequel as I did plan to write a smut into this but I didn't have the time and energy spent on the Holiday mayhem. Anyway, hope you enjoy and if you want to check out more stories go to Masterlist.
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia Christ the Savior is born Christ the Savior is born
Silent night, holy night Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus Lord, at Thy birth Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
Y/N's POV
It was another night of singing Christmas carols in my local church theatre, just like every year on the holidays. Despite the years that had passed, everyone showed up in droves, and family and friends came together.
Some are apart for most of the year for study or work, and seeing them come together again as a union once more makes me envy them.
My whole life I grew up as an orphan, I don't even know what my family looks like or what it's even like to have one. I was unwanted, cast aside, and not even worth a penny in this society.
Then why do I sing these stupid Christmas carols? I don't even know myself... Maybe because it's all I know because there's nowhere to go? Perhaps.
But the real reason doesn't matter much now, does it? No, not really. I don't even know the meaning of life, and I have no idea of my purpose.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for taking the time to come to this wonderful Christmas chorale this evening! It was such a pleasure to always host this yearly tradition in this glamorous town! And it's such a wonderful feeling seeing all of you reunited with family and friends you may not have seen in years, now, please give a warm applause to our singers!" The host spoke to the crowd and they all cheered as they clapped the sounds echoing in the church.
As we all dispersed from our group, I didn't even bother staying for the after-party as nobody cared about me and wouldn't notice I was gone. I knew I was simply a meaningless character in the background of everyone's story.
Once I walked inside the comfort of my apartment I sighed as I closed the door, I sat down on the couch cracking open a bottle of apple soju from the fridge just dazing in my thoughts.
"Silent night~. Holy night~. Yeah, shut the fuck up..." I said to myself as that stupid chorale was stuck playing in my head as if the Universe was mocking me.
Why does my life fucking suck? I don't know and I don't even care at this point... Because what's the point in life anymore?
Everyone has a purpose in life, whether to be working, being a celebrity for everyone to admire and fan over, or whatever that may be. But here I am slouching in my apartment like a waste of space in this world.
What is my damn purpose here? To be a pathetic joke and stain on society? Wow, what a way to start my life and this will likely stay that way forever.
Looking at the clock, I sighed deeply as it was nearly time for me to go to work, I slipped on my shopkeeper's uniform before heading into the store to relieve my co-worker who was wrapping up his shift for the day.
"Ah, Merry Christmas, Y/N, right on time as usual," He greeted and I nodded.
"Busy today?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yup, the store's been packed with tourists all day, but tonight should be slow since nobody is out at night so it should be a pretty slow and chill shift for you," He sighed as he grabbed his things.
I watched as my co-worker walked out of the store and into the winter snow as the sun was slowly starting to set down and darkness slowly began taking over the city.
Settling down on the stand, I placed in headphones listening to chill music to pass the time as I stared at the empty store, even though this was going to be boring as hell it was free money for me and I pretty much had the run of the store.
I did ring out a few late-night customers that I see every night buying beer and smokes along with snacks but other than that the streets are empty.
"That would be all tonight for you miss?" I asked politely and the customer nodded.
"Yes please," She replied as I rang up her items.
Just as I was about to finish up the transaction I heard the doorbell ringing, glancing to see who was entering, it was a woman wearing a black mask and a black winter coat wearing high heels with black stockings.
This made me raise an eyebrow as I had never seen the woman around here before, I thanked the lady for shopping there as I handed her the bag of her stuff, and I silently watched the strange woman as the lady walked out of the store.
I sighed leaning back on the chair as I quietly watched the woman browse the snack and beer section with a hint of curiosity but I kept it subtle so as not to create an awkward situation.
About maybe five minutes later, she grabbed some snacks along with the most expensive wine available which is a bit surprising as nobody has ever purchased it as long as I worked here.
"Hello, miss, will this be all tonight?" I asked in that same professional and polite tone.
The lady didn't reply but just nodded and I shrugged as I assumed she wasn't a talker, I ringed up her snacks but when I rang up the wine the POS locked me out requiring me to enter a date of birth.
"Can I see your ID real quick?" I asked politely and she seemed hesitant.
"Sorry miss, but if you don't show me your ID, I cannot sell you this," I informed her and she sighed as she pulled out her wallet before showing me her ID card.
Reading the date of birth the expiration date along with the authenticity, everything seemed to check out as she was above the age of 18 but the issue was her face as she was wearing the mask.
"Again, I'm sorry, but could pull down your mask? I need to see if the picture on your ID matches yours," I instructed and she seemed a bit irritated.
"Come on, I'm over 18, and I got places to be," She complained and I sighed as it seemed she was another difficult customer.
"I deeply apologize ma'am, but this is the law we're talking about here and I unfortunately don't make the rules here. Either show your face or you'll have to leave the wine behind," I explained to her and she huffed still refusing.
Just as I was about to take the wine off, I heard the doorbell ringing and another lavish woman walked in looking confused.
"Yah, Chewie, what's taking so long?" She asked her.
"Well, this idiot here thinks my ID isn't mine," The woman nicknamed Chewie answered and she sighed.
"Probably because we're wearing masks. Just do it, Chewie, before we're late, and besides, nobody else is here at this hour," the strange lady pointed out, and Chewie rolled her eyes.
Reluctantly, the woman pulled down her mask and picture on the ID, and her face checked out, allowing the transaction to finish up and me to not have to put up with her rich, snotty attitude.
"I'm sorry about that, sir. She doesn't get along with strangers well," the lady apologized on her behalf.
"No worries, it's part of the job," I assured and the lady sighed in relief seeing I wasn't too angry about the petty issue.
As they grabbed the bag of items, I watched them leave making me sigh in relief as I could get back to my other duties. I have dealt with many stupid customers in the past but this was a first, having some rich snot thinking they're above everyone else and the law.
I shrugged it off as I went to cook up some fresh hot dogs for the hot food stock along with pretzels stuffing the pre-made dough in the oven.
After I finished restocking the store, I wiped down the counter when I heard the doorbell ringing again and I looked up to see a couple of women wearing the same masks as the previous two did but their clothing was more casual this time instead of the lavish designer clothes.
Naturally, I kept my guard up and ready for their nonsensical rich crap as I wiped down the counter until the two women walked up to me holding a couple of cases of soju.
"Good evening, ladies, will this be all today?" I asked politely.
"Yup, that will be all, do you need to see our IDs?" One of them asked and I was a bit surprised.
"Uhm, yes, please," I answered they showed their IDs without a fuss and pulled down masks proving the pictures matched.
"Aight, your ladies check out," I informed them.
"By any chance, did our little friend Chewie give you any trouble tonight?" Haseul asked kindly and I raised an eyebrow.
"Who again?" I asked a bit confused.
"You know, the tall Taiwanese woman that just walked in here," Heejin chimed in and I chuckled.
"Eh, somewhat, nagging about pulling down her mask," I answered but also kept it professional and they giggled.
"Yeah, she's like that, that's why we don't often take her out much because she always causes trouble and we can't have news reporting scandals about her, can we?" Haseul mentioned as she inserted her credit card into the pin pad.
"What do you mean?" I asked and they seemed surprised by my question.
Haseul and Heejin looked at each other for a moment, somehow assuming that I might've heard about them like they were some sort of celebrities. Or perhaps they are and I live under a rock.
"N-Nevermind, how much do I owe?" Haseul asked giving a nervous smile and I told her the amount due.
Once the transaction was complete I handed over the receipt and they left without saying another word. I grabbed the cleaning cloth when I noticed Haseul had left her phone on my counter.
I grabbed the phone and rushed out of the store but by the time I got out, I watched them start their car and drive away and I sighed as I went back into the store seeing no point in chasing after them.
Getting back behind the counter trying to figure out what to do next, after thinking for some time I got an idea, I grabbed a paperclip in the drawer and bent it out to make a needle.
I take the phone out of its case carefully making sure I don't damage or scratch anything, I find the hole on the side and insert the needle popping out the SIM card slot.
"Bingo," I muttered holding the SIM card.
Seeing there were no customers around and the store was neat and tightly for now, I had plenty of spare time to kill as I took out my laptop plugged the SIM card into the slot, and used software to decode the information and find her phone number.
When I finished getting the necessary information, I managed to write down her number before sending her a text informing her that she had left her phone at my store.
I placed my phone down feeling rather odd at how she easily trusted me despite being a stranger to her, I guess she must be that busy and desperate to trust me that much.
Welp, there's nothing much more I can do about it unfortunately and I can only wait until my shift is over so I can turn her phone over.
Looking up the address on Google, it luckily wasn't too far away and within walking distance, but it's also impressive that they are located in the most expensive hotel in the city which shouldn't be all that surprising.
When I finally finished my shift, I made my way to the hotel but as I was walking I just wondered why Haseul didn't ask how I got her number in the first place. Strange now I think about it...
Whatever, the least I can do now is return her phone and get out of their hair for good, and it's not like they'll drag me into their hotel room and make me their pet, right? Some sort of delusional Christmas wish.
Anyway, I finally made my way through the hotel lobby after getting the number of their room, I hopped onto the elevator to the top floor, making my way through the corridor filled with pots of plants and statues.
Walking past the various rooms, I managed to find the right one, I took a breath before hitting the doorbell button.
"Who could that be?!" I heard a female voice ask loudly.
"I hope it's not a saesang! Let me check!"
Hearing footsteps coming upon the door, assuming the person was looking through the peephole, the door opened soon after.
"Can I help you?" A squirrel-looking Japanese woman asked and I held up Haseul's phone.
"I came to return Haseul's phone, I believe this belongs to her," I informed her handing over the phone to her.
"Oh, why thank you but how did you find it?" The woman asked cautiously.
"Haseul texted me to come here, I used the SIM card to track her number... I hope that doesn't sound too creepy, I didn't know what else to do," I explained nervously hoping that they don't call the cops on me.
The woman looked at me checking me out and making sure I wasn't some creepy stalker or hacker coming to steal her information or something.
Soon after, she called Haseul over and she came over soon after sighing in relief that I arrived before handing back her phone.
"Oh, thank you so much! You're a real lifesaver!" Haseul thanked me profusely.
"Yeah, it's no problem, Noona, Merry Christmas," I replied and was about to walk away.
"Hold it!"
I froze in place, slowly turning around to see what they wanted, my stomach hung in balance as I could only imagine the worst about to come.
"You really thought we'd let you leave without thanking you properly~?" Haseul asked with a warm smile and I raised an eyebrow.
"Uhh... What?" I asked.
"What she's saying is that we want you to stay for the party, if you're free of course," Nayeon chimed in and my eyes widened.
Well, I'll fucking be...
"Uh... yeah, I am," I confessed nervously and Nayeon came forward taking my arm and dragging me into their room almost seeming the ridiculous Christmas wish was coming true after all... At least most of it.
As Nayeon got me inside the room, the squirrel woman closed the door behind us, I was taken into the living room where I was astonished to see it was all girls.
"Oh, Haseul, is that Y/N? The one you kept talking about?" A Thomas-looking woman asked and Haseul nodded.
"Well, he is cute,"
"Is he staying for the party?"
"Ugh, why is he here?"
"Yah! Chewie, be nice to our guest for once!"
"Hmph!"
As the Japanese woman introduced herself, Sana seated me on the couch next to her, keeping her arm locked around mine. The girls just chuckled amusingly, seeing how clingy she was around me.
"Yah, miss flirt, you might give the guy a nosebleed if you keep holding him like that?" Jeongyeon pointed out at Sana pressing her boobs on my arm and she giggled only putting more pressure.
"So what if I do? I do enjoy pampering... Especially young men," She replied with a sultry tone as she caressed my chest making me gulp.
"Oh, God, Unnie, you always are a creep. You know that?" Tzuyu rolled her eyes, but Sana took no notice.
"Don't worry about them sweetheart, I have a surprise Christmas present waiting in the bedroom... If you know what I mean~," She giggled in a flirty way and I swore I felt my nose was about to bleed any second.
Soon after, the sassy idol Chaewon approached me, wrapping an arm around mine and forcing me away from her, but Sana brought me back.
"Yah! I saw him first!" Sana bickered.
"No! I won't let you corrupt him! Especially on the Holidays!" Chaewon replied as she continued tugging at me.
"Yah! Girls enough already!" JiU butted in breaking them and sighing in relief as I felt I was gonna get split into two.
"Look, girls, like Chaewon said, it's the Holiday season, and Christmas is around the corner. How about we all just enjoy each other's company while it lasts? We've all had a busy year, and we certainly don't need to add more problems right now, so how about we move on and enjoy ourselves?" Jihyo proposed, and the girls agreed.
"Does that mean I go home?" I asked raising my hand and the girls all shook their heads.
"No!" They all said in unison and I sighed.
When the party was done being set up for tonight, the girls went out shopping, of course, I was dragged along against my will with Gaeul, Handong, Sana, and Chaewon.
We all split into multiple groups, and I stayed with the four girls, who kept me in place and took me around the massive mall full of toy shops, gaming surplus, and much more as the girls shopped for clothes.
"First off, my dear, let's upgrade that Dinosaur of a phone," Handong pointed out.
"But it's the iPhone 4..." I mentioned and Gaeul facepalmed making me confused as this is the latest phone... At least that's what I thought.
"Pabo! Were you living under a rock? Come, let us show you the magic of modern technology," Chaewon said, taking my hand and leading me into the Apple store.
Looking around, I marveled at the accessories for Airpods, Beats, and iPads, and I was surprised to see the new iPhone lineup. I was living under a rock, being so busy with work and staying at my apartment most of the time.
One of the staff members approached, asking if they needed assistance. The girls asked the guy for the most expensive iPhone they had, and he took us over to the iPhone 16 Pro Max, which made my jaw drop as it was a whopping $1,599, the initial price for 1 TB.
Of course, being idols this was nothing to them as they paid for the new phone and soon set me up with the new model.
"Jeez, I know I returned your phone but this is quite a bit much," I commented checking out my new phone.
"No worries, dear, this will not even be close to denting our bank accounts compared to the rest of the shopping trip," Sana giggled.
"So best prepare yourself to be spoiled all day," Chaewon said, and I sighed as I was dragged along with them.
The entire day was spent just the girls buying shit for me like luxury brands like Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and even Lego sets that I've wanted. All of this would've made me broke but I guarantee none of these expenses wasn't even close to making dents to their accounts.
"Come on, Y/N, we still got more shops to look at! I gotta get Christmas gifts for my family!" Chaewon said in a demanding tone as she held my hand.
"Oh, yeah, that reminds me I need to find something for my siblings," Sana remembered as she looked around the stores.
"Same, I gotta find gifts for my parents," Handong mentioned.
"I also have to find a gift for my Oppa and parents," Gaeul chimed as she looked around the stores to see if there were gifts they might like.
Following the girls around various stores, it felt like forever as the girls searched the clothing stores and jewelry shops until they finally settled on the perfect presents.
"Ah, this is perfect! My Eomma is gonna love this!" Sana said in a satisfied manner as she inspected the custom butterfly necklace that was laced with diamonds.
"Wow, that is so pretty, Unnie!" Gaeul agreed.
Wrapping up the Christmas mall shopping, we all reunited holding multiple shopping bags but I saw Jihyo holding the most compared to me.
"You gonna lend a girl a hand~?" Jihyo playfully asked and I looked down seeing my hands were full as it is.
"Kidding, Y/N, I see you're hands look like they're about to fall off and I've handled more bags than this, especially when the girls go out shopping in many places around the world," Jihyo chuckled.
We walked to the two vans we took to drive here placing all the bags into the trunks before I joined Gaeul and the three girls in one of the vans.
"You look tired, my dear, you can lay your head on my shoulder or lap if you want~," Sana offered wrapping an arm around my waist.
"Yah! No, listen to that old hag! My body is more comfy!" Gaeul rebutted and they bickered making me groan as I leaned against the headrest enduring the noisy girls the entire ride.
Once we finally made it back to the hotel, we carried the shopping bags inside the room making sigh in relief as the bags were heavy as hell.
The girls were starving, of course, JiU, Haseul, and Jihyo agreed to order room service making lots of orders as the girls wrote down what they wanted.
"So what do you want, my dear, Y/N~?" Heejin asked handing over the paper and pen.
"Uhm, not sure if I want... Hehe," I politely declined and she pouted.
"Oh, come on, Y/N, it's on us and we did promise to spoil you~," Heejin insisted and I sighed as I couldn't resist that adorable pout.
Writing down what I wanted the girls chimed in money to pay for the food before making the order on the phone, Choerry and Liz sat next to me hugging me from both sides.
"So how do you think of the party so far~?" Choerry playfully asked.
"It's something... Though I never expected to be here for simply returning a phone," I nervously answered and they giggled.
"I know, kinda reminds you of one of those Wattpad fanfictions, huh?" Liz asked and I found it funny now I think about it.
"And would you know that, Liz?" Leeseo asked raising an eyebrow and Liz blushed almost sheepishly admitting she had been reading fan fiction.
"Oh, no worries, Liz! I think we all have read some of them at one point, I do find them interesting and some are quite ho-" SuA was about to say but Yves quickly covered her mouth.
"Hey! We have babies here!" Yves shushed her as she pointed at Leeseo and Eunchae.
"But I'm an adult now, right~?" Eunchae teasingly mentioned.
"Doesn't matter! You are still a baby!" Yves refuted and Eunchae pouted.
Just as I thought Liz and Choerry were enough, I found Yeojin sitting on my lap and curling up to me. She hugged me and nuzzled her face into my neck, which I found oddly cute.
"Yah! Yeojin! I want a turn!" Eunchae demanded but Yeojin stuck out her tongue in a mockery manner making the girls roll their eyes playfully watching the Maknaes fighting over my attention.
Well, my friends, I guess the lesson here is that you should expect the unexpected, especially during the Holiday season. Here I am, a background character being the main protagonist in this new world.
What do I expect next? I don't know, but I do know that I am not going anywhere with them all over me. Merry Christmas.
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URGENT: 4yo Little Girl and Her Family Malnutritioned and Freezing!! (Sham and Moneer al-Anqar -- Skills Series: "Easy Piece First")
Reblog if u answer pls tysm!đ©·
There's no shame in that! In this series, I'll be sharing some tips to help us keep going strong, carrying these families throughout this brutal winter of extermination. With each post I'll be highlighting a family in desperate need.
Easy Piece First
Whether we're working at a job, making commissions, working on posts, or doing other tasks, mutual aid for genocide relief can be overwhelming. The stakes are through the roof, and sometimes the people who most want to help are the people least able to. Often I freeze in place, overwhelmed with emotion, unsure of where to start. Depression, anxiety, and AuDHD don't help!
So I hope this skill is of use to you. I call it "Easy Piece First" because that's what helps me remember it, but it's definitely not a new idea.
I started this post with the easiest small step accessible. For me, that was writing down Moneer's current blog tag (@sham-moner) in a new post. This was the easiest for me because it required no decision-making and could be done in a few seconds. Then I filled in the other parts that don't take much thought -- the GoFundMe link, the vetting, and some tags.
For other posts, sometimes I'll be making art that is unrelated and then I'll think of a post to go with it.
Lazy and Heartless, or Focused and Strategic?
Everyone is different, but trying to force yourself to start with the hardest part first (what some people call the "Eat That Frog" approach) can actually make things take longer for some people. Using "Easy Piece First," I was able to get more done with my time, and with less trouble. This makes my efforts more sustainable long-term.
On a related note, I actually take a lot of measures to not walk around with my chest constantly hurting for Palestinians anymore (though there's nothing wrong with doing so). My chest was aching at all times for months until I converted some of my worry into action and some of it into self-care -- so I could actually get more done for Palestinians, who do not need my tears but my labor.
This winter is a marathon, and we gotta see it through to the end.
Take care of yourself so you can get more done and keep helping people long-term.
Do not give yourself a heart condition.
Give Palestinians labor.
That's how I'm keeping myself out of the hospital and maximizing what I can do for people, but we all have our own strategies.
But that's enough about us -- let's talk about these two amazing kids.
Moneer and Sham
Palestinians are just regular people. That's the horrible reality. It's the exact same as if people from your own background, even your own family were getting tortured and killed.
Like, Moneer is a 19yo who had recently started university when the genocide began. Sham is 4, Mohammed is 16, Rana is 21, and Rasha is 22.
What were you going through when you were 4? How would you have felt if you saw people getting blown up at that age? What if your house was blown up and all your toys and friends were lost, and you had to live outside in the winter, scrounging for moldy bread and polluted water?
What if you lived with the smell of rotting bodies when you were 4? Did you know what that smelled like as a little kid? I still don't know what that smells like. I didn't really know what death was at that age. She does.
This small child is in critical need of food and water!!
She is starving!!
Sham will die this winter without more donations!!
This is a call to action for an extremely urgent campaign!!!
It's been 2 days, and it was 2 days before that! This is far too long!!
Moneer is still recovering from major surgery. He is in a lot of pain and is also malnutritioned and in need of clean water and warmth.
Moneer is very close to his family and dearly loves his mom, Amani (39). Amani is in a lot of danger because she has asthma in a dusty massacre zone without treatment. It's killing Moneer to watch his mom go through this.
Drink some water, take a rest, and keep putting one foot in front of the other, using whatever tools work for you.
We are not letting these kids and their family die this winter!! We can do this!!
Vetting: GazaVetters #8
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P.S.: I have several people waiting on me for posts. I am so sorry -- I will get them finished and published as soon as possible.
@soft-sunbird Thank you dear friendđ„°đ©· I love you. You're doing so great
Check out the comments for many ways to help!
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getting up to mischief
written for âformalâ and âeggnogâ | wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: t | cw: drug use (marijuana) | tags: no upside down au, strangers to lovers, vacationing steve, coat boy eddie, smoking together
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The worst duty to pull was coat check during an event at the resort. Eddie was only really busy at the start and end of the event, with hours of absolute nothing in between.
And he wasnât allowed to leave.
The richy-riches didnât leave early most of the time, so Eddie didnât bother standing at the counter waiting around just in case. He picked a spot far from the counter and lit up once the charity function had gotten into full swing.
He smoked to the distant sounds of idle conversation and laughter, all with the background of Christmas music played by the live string instruments. If he closed his eyes, it was almost peaceful.
Except for the fact that the rest of the staff, besides him and the kitchen crew, had an early night off.
And then, of course, someone decided to barge right into the coat closet.
There wasnât much Eddie could do to hide what he was doing. Caught red-handed, with a lit joint in his hand and no way to duck into the coats without bringing attention to himself.
The guy was definitely a guest, in black dress pants and shoes, with a white-button up shirt and a fitted vest over it.
No neck or bowtie though, Eddie noted.
The guy listed his head and noticed he wasnât as alone as heâd thought.
Eddie had turned off the overhead light for some privacyâand look how well that had workedâbut the guyâs eyes still found him, or the red cherry of the joint, in the low light.
âSorry, the door wasâŠunlocked,â he apologized.
Eddie raised a brow at him. If it had been quite literally any other guest, they would have jumped on the opportunity to curse him out for not only lazing about on the job, btu acting a like a delinquent right next to their expensive coats.
The guy shifted a bit more into the light from open space over the counter, and Eddie finally recognized him.
âSteve, right?â
They hadnât spoken since that first day Eddie had taken Steve and his friendsâ coats. Heâd done it again since, quite often actually, but each time Steve only tipped for himself with that same smirk he wore before heâd initially walked away.
Eddie still had no idea what to do with it.
âCharity dinner not your scene?â he asked with a short pull of the joint.
Steve gave no hint that he was appalled by the action. Instead, he brushed his hair out of his face and answered, âItâs all people my parentsâ age. And their kids who donât want to be here, either.â
Eddie hummed in the back of his throat and exhaled smoke up toward the ceiling. When he dropped his chin, Steve was watching him, head cocked just so.
âYou partake?â
Steve let out a huff through his nose. âNot since my parents dragged me here.â
Eddie held the joint out with the tips of his fingers in invitation, his voice just off of being a lilt. âI wonât tell if you wonât.â
There wasnât much more convincing than that and Steveâs held gaze on the joint for a full two seconds.
Steve unbuttoned his vest with one hand as crossed the small room, and didnât seem to care about his nicely pressed pants when he sat straight on the carpet. He plucked the joint from Eddieâs hand as brought it to his mouth, taking a slow inhale.
Definitely not his first.
âDaring little socialite, arenât you?â
âNot really,â Steve corrected, leaning his head back to blow out the smoke. âFirst year my parents bothered to bring me along.â
Eddie left that alone, especially when Steve passed him the joint. It wasnât exactly a good time for either of their life stories. Not when getting high was so much more enticing.
But, Steve seemed a bit more on Eddieâs level than any of the other spoiled brats running around the place. MoreâŠcorruptible.
Eddie let them sit in the quiet for a moment, taking a drag and letting the warmth settle in his lungs and throat before he asked, âYou want to be a little more rebellious?â
âAnd do what? Weâre in a coat closet,â Steve said with a snide side-eye.
Eddie gave it right back, gesturing to their utter isolation from the festivities. âRight, because thereâs absolutely nothing that two young people could possibly do by themselves in the privacy of a closet.â
âOh.â
Steve ducked his head, and if Eddie didnât know better than to look, he might have thought Steve was blushing.
But they were halfway through the blunt and Eddie was loose and uncaring of the consequence, so he kept on.
Steve didnât answer straight away, staring at the carpet in front of him. Eddie took another inhale of smoke.
âYeah, alright,â Steve said finally, shifting to turn toward Eddie.
Definitely not going to stop and question why Steve was totally fine with hooking up with the help in a coat closet, Eddie stubbed out the joint on the bottom of his shoe.
And apparently Steve had been waiting for him, because as soon as his hands were free, Steve had sidled close and pressed his mouth to Eddieâs in that abrupt way of horny boys.
Eddie could taste the weed right away, and even more when Steve slid a hand onto his jaw and tilted Eddieâs head where he wanted it to be able to slip his tongue past Eddieâs mouth.
ThatâŠand something else. Something with cinnamon. And alcohol.
Eddie pulled back, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip to taste the lingering flavor from Steve.
âWhat is that?â
Steve paused, eyes unfocused from the weed.
Then, âEggnog, I think.â
Eddie frowned, and making out be damned, he asked, âWho the hell serves eggnog at a charity dinner?â
Steve ignored the question entirely, choosing instead to shove Eddie onto the floor and let Eddie lick the rest of the taste from his mouth for the rest of the party.
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Hi, Mar!! Following your idea, I'm sending you a question too, to celebrate this anniversary! đâ€ïž
You have the chance to give Tommy one (1) gift. But this gift is from this century, something that not existed back in 1900. What would you like to give him? đ€
Flor Iâve to start this apologizing for taking forever to reply Iâm so sorry!
At first you caught me off guard and I didnât know what to give him because he already has it all, or he has an easy access to everything (almost) and then time flew but suddenly I had an ide of something that would touch his heart â„ïž Thank you a million times for sending in this ask!
I finally found the perfect gift for Tommy and I turned it into a little story đI got the inspiration from a one shot I did back in the day so this would be like âtheir present dayâ âThe Photoshootâ
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Itâs not about the gifts under the tree
Y/N stood in a corner next to the fireplace whilst everyone focused on their Christmas presents. They had full house, Ada had her Spotify playlist on, the kids enjoying the moment thrilled about the last adventure of the elf on the shelf and Santaâs presents.
And of course there was the empty chairs, the people who had passed away. And Y/N noticed that ever since Polly wasnât around anymore it was taking a toll on Tommy, they were one, their bond was so profound, at another level⊠they understood each other completely.
âI think there was a present missing under the tree.â Y/N whispered presenting her boyfriend a box.
That caught Tommyâs attention, he hadnât seen that box before, it was wrapped in a delicate deep red fancy paper with reindeers silhouettes as pattern.
âLove you didnât have to give me anything.â It was strange for him the feeling of getting presents, when he was just a boy his parents didnât have a lot of money to spend on gifts so he grew up with that feeling that it wasnât necessary spend money on him, all the contrary because he went above and beyond for everyone.
âI know, but I wanted you to have this, so why donât you hurry up and open it?â She encouraged softly, eager to see his reaction.
It was a big box with several boxes inside, there was a frown in Tommyâs forehead. Y/N bit her lower lip in an attempt to conceal her excitement.
As he ripped the white and gold paper, Tommy found a portrait that when he turned it around, he found a photograph in color of his beloved mother.
Time froze and his heart returned to normal as his fingers touched his motherâs features.
âHowâŠâ a million questions crossed his mind just as tears blurred his vision.
Y/N came around to circle him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. âMonths before passing away, Polly gave me a few boxes of photographs, she thought Iâd know what to do with it.
âI remember this photo, but it was damaged and it was in black and white.â Tommy choked, taking a deep breath to try to keep his emotions at bay.
âI edited it love, deleted the stains and colored the photo.â Y/N explained.
âThank you.â He was fighting hard the lump installed in his throat.
Because as he took another box, he found a small album filled with Polaroids of pictures he had never seen before. His mother appeared in a couple dressed in a light blue dress in what seemed like her birthday celebration.
And before he could even ask Y/N how or when she got those, she whispered with a smile. âFound them in one of the boxes, then I learned how to convert film negatives into digital photos.â
Tommy couldnât find the words to thank her for her thoughtful gift. Those photographs held memories of his loved ones, the only link he had to his keen and his past, and somehow she brought it back to life.
One by one, he revisited his past, his background through each Polaroid. And that was priceless.âThereâs something else at the bottom.â Y/N pointed out when she noticed Tommyâs eyes were fixed on his mother portrait.
He blinked and looked at her in confusion. More? As if this wasnât enough?
To his surprise, there was something else, a frame.
But it wasnât any frame, Y/N plugged it and it came to life, showing Tommy a digital image of him and his mother.
âI might have used Photoshop a bit.â She explained nervously because of his silence.
The edited image showed him next to his mother and a blurred background, and making it look as if they got their picture taken together. His heart skipped a beat and suddenly another image appeared. It was Polly this time, a fabulous photo of her on her wedding day.
And so on many more images he had never seen filled the screen. He was mesmerized and shocked at the same time.
âThis is the best present you could ever get me.â His words were full of gratitude. How could he ever top this?âHow did you do that?â
Tommy asked so emotional when he saw an animated version of his mother, she was smiling at the camera, then looked away and finally she looked up in the sky laughing.
âI put together the series of photos I found, turned it into a video and looks like sheâs moving.â
âCome here.â He pleaded, not finding the right words to thank her.
This wasnât their first Christmas together, but it was definitely different. After been living together for almost a year, Y/N deserved the world, she had been so supportive after the sudden passing of his beloved aunt, she had been a wonderful step mother to Charlie, she practically took charge of everything to make this gathering for his family for Christmas to try to make it smoother for everyone specially the children.
Taking her hand, he placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles, his eyes saying more than his lips could.
Over the course of their relationship, she had been in charge of immortalizing several family portraits and important events like birthdays, holidays, school milestones⊠she loved it and to have a piece from his past as well captured in digital photographs was so important to her.
âRose sent the Christmas card earlier.â Y/N added in an attempt to lighten the emotions he was going through.
âHow could I miss it if you left it on my desk?â It was a family photograph Y/N took of her best friend Rose, her fiancĂ© Alfie and their dog Cyril.
A soft giggle escaped her lips, their teasing would never end.
âI also happen to have another present for you.â Tommy added after a minute.
âDad, Y/N look here.â Charlie interrupted their conversation, he was waving the instant camera she gave him and the kid had been snapping Polaroids of everyone.
âCharlie bring me my phone please.â Tommy asked pointing at the other side of the room. While his son skipped happily moving up and down the photo he took, he returned with a smile and handed the phone. âShow Y/N the wallet app.â
âWhatâs this?â Y/N was trying to process what she found on the screen.
âWeâre going to Scotland tomorrow love, to spend New Year with your grandmother.â Tommy explained running his hand up and down Y/Nâs back.
Now it was her turn to feel emotional over the gift she just got. Her grandma couldnât travel anymore and she wasnât in position to host a big party, but Tommy organized everything to spend a few days with her.
Leaning on his shoulder, she wrapped an arm around his neck, her free hand inviting Charlie as well. To them it wasnât about the presents under the Christmas tree, but the people around it.
Thank you again so much for reading! Remember your feedback is the best gift you could give đâ„ïžâšđ„°
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MISTLETOE TRAP
Prompt 3: mistletoe
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Summary: after spending so long watching you and Eddie hopelessy flirt with eachother, the club comes up with a plan fit for the festive season to bring you guys together. Warnings: mention of kissing, brief mention of Eddie being in the hospital. one mention of Y/n, I APOLOGISE
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Christmas music played softly in the background as the club played a festive board game, yelling and screaming over each other filled the room as everyone pointed fingers to who's cheating.
the smell of pizza filled your noses as the fire crackled of Gareth's livingroom.
the lights of the tree twinkling in your eyes as you sat on the couch next to Eddie, everyone else choosing to sit on the dirty carpet. pillows under all their buts to soften the hard wooden floor.
it was perfect, everyone having fun, laughing- more or less when everybody isn't fighting, but despite that, it was perfect.
the club did this every year, but it's the first time Mike, Lucas and Dustin have attended.
and while this was their first time hanging out for Christmas games, this was not their first rodeo when seeing a certain pair of flirty best friends that are way to close to be just friends.
"my hands are a bit cold, mind warming them up for me?" Eddie had smiled, earning many silent groans from the room, from everyone except you, who had blushed and shook your head sheepishly
"I have a feeling you just want an excuse to hold my hand, Eds" you teased
"you caught me. so what do you say?" you nudged you, holding out his hand.
you've always been the flirty type of duo, you and Eddie. you don't know when it happened, it started with little remarks in certain situations that he deemed fit, then you slowly began retaliating, giving small comments back that left poor Eddie flushed in surprise. but the certain situations turned into a weekly thing, then soon every time you'd see each other.
"I say my hands are quite cold too" you rolled your eyes, slapping your hand in his and interlocking fingers
you barely noticed the glared and groans from anyone in the room until they all got up and left, saying they are going to the kitchen for seconds
where they all huddled up, sick of their dungeon master and his best friend acting like a bunch of idiots while flirting with each other.
"I'm sick of this, it's been going on too long" Jeff sighed
"I think it's cute" Dustin shrugged "Eddie deserves love too"
"Really? you think our dungeon master complaining his hands are too cold and that she needs to hold them is cute?" Lucas shook his head, questioning his friend's sanity,
because what you and Eddie have going on, is not cute.
"it's a bit cheesy-" Dustin started before Mike cut him off
"-it's gross!"
"Well, what do we do?" Gareth bit the inside of his cheek
then Dustin had an idea.
a brilliant idea
it was just involve talking to Steve.
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You walked into the Harrington home with Robin.
a little party with Steve's friends that you had been invited to, given that his parents went out of town.
you walked in, surprised to see the whole club sitting on the couch, including Eddie- which was less surprising
you knew Steve and Eddie were mutual friends, or friends, you're still not sure, you've never seen them directly talk after Eddie got permitted out of the hospital.
but the whole club here was definitely not something you would expect. but god you were happy
"we were waiting for you" The Munson boy cheered on your arrival
"don't cream your pants, we were just stuck in traffic" you rolled your eyes, pointing the robin behind you who threw her coat on the coat hanger, literally, letting it fall to the ground
"You do know how to put a coat on a hanger, right?" Steve huffed, picking her jacket up and hanging it on a hook while you settled on the couch, right next to open seat next to the one and only Eddie
the whole club had greeted you with unsettling smiles, Dustin rocking his legs as he sat cross legged on the floor.
their faces made you suspicious, they were always up to no good with those looks on their faces
"what's up with them?" you whispered to Eddie, who shrugged
he picked up a Garfield mug, steam floating up and reaching his nose as he brought it up to his lips. humming at the taste before pulling it away and back onto the coffee table
you giggled, looking away when he turned to you
"what? do I have something on my face?" he smirked, knowing the fluffy whipped cream adorned his top lip
you shook your head as he leaned in
"wanna help me out and get it off?" he raised his eyebrows, nudging your shoulder
it was a sight to barf at to everyone else I the room, but fighting against the sickening interaction, they knew this had to happen, this was all apart of the plan, well not this but this party.
that's actually a lie, Steve had invited everyone over for a little gathering, and by everyone he means his friends, but due to much begging to his favourite child, Steve had let Dustin bring the club too, why? the Harrington boy doesn't know, nor understand but whatever.
you huffed, reaching up and swiping the foam off of his lip, silently gasping when he connected his lips with your thumb, licking it off your finger.
the party's eyes were wide with disgust and shock before Dustin spoke up quickly
"Eddie why don't you get Y/n a cup of hot coco while we explain the rules of the game to her"
Eddie looked over to the freshmen and nodded, getting up
"marshmallows?" he asked before leaving, earning a happy nod from you
"only th-" you started before he cut you off, disappearing down the hall to the kitchen
"-the white ones!"
you blushed and smiled, watching as Steve placed The Christmas game down on the table, Mike eagerly opening it up
"so the rules of the game is-" Dustin began
"I know the rules of the game, Dusty, I've been playing this since before you knew how to walk" you chuckled, shifting on the couch
you leaned over and helped set up for the game, Nancy walking in from upstairs, had being in the bathroom when you had arrived. when you were busy putting the cards down on the board, Gareth had taken the bundle of mistletoe from his bag and tiptoed to the doorway of the hallway, connecting the Livingroom and kitchen, where he peeked over the corner to see Eddie lift up the mug and put marshmallows in.
he came and sat down without you realising he left before he spoke up
"hey...Eddie's been gone for a while, why don't you check on him?" he asked you, nodding his head in the direction to the kitchen
"oh.. uh sure" you frowned, getting up, it's not like Eddie couldn't handle making a cup of hot cocoa, but you walked to the kitchen anyway.
you walked through the open wall and yelped when you bumped into his hard frame, the cup of hot chocolate swished and spilled on his chest, earning a groan from him and a gasp from you
"oh shit, I'm so sorry" you blinked rapidly.
"it's fine, love, not your fault" he smiled tightly, sighing
you went to say something but you heard a few hushed laughs and Lucas coughing
you both looked back to notice their gazes focused above you
you look up and back down, confused before you did a double take and your eyes widened, Eddie looking up right after you, a sigh leaving his lips.
a bundle of green and red hanging above you, tied with a ribbon, a bow, mistletoe.
"oh" you said in unison
Eddie looked back down at you, watching as you stared up
he whispered "we don't have to- it's just a silly tradition"
that made you frown, did he not want to kiss you?
you know you were best friends but you had always hoped for more, not that you weren't happy, but he was just so...him, so perfect in your eyes.
"you have to kiss!" Robin smiled
-she wasn't in in the plan, no one but the party was, Steve knew but he wasn't listening when Dustin was rambling, all Steve remembered was him asking if the club could come, and Steve figured half of them were coming, may as well just give the kid what he wants to shut up.
you look down at Eddie to see his concerned face
or was it sad?
you couldn't make it out, but they held something of that sort
"may as well" you shrugged "you know we'll never hear the end of it from them if we don't"
he licked his lips
Eddie was sweating, everywhere. and not just from the fireplace they were right next to. but because he had thought over your first kiss so many times before.
it was be so perfect, so romantic, gentle but desperate. maybe looking over the town or during a drive in movie he'd take you to.
definitely not in Steve Harrington's Livingroom, and certainly not in front of all of yours and his friends.
he'd want it to be right. not a forced act, but an act of love.
because it's you
his best friend.
his lifelong crush
so to say Eddie Munson was sweating balls in this moment would be an understatement.
in the corner of his eyes he saw everyone looking at you both, expectedly
but his eyes were focused on yours. looking so deep into yours that he felt he was melting away
why was it so hot? apart from the scorching hot cocoa that drenched his band tee.
the way you looked at him, so soft, you were so beautiful, the coloured lights from the massive Harrington Christmas tree illuminating your face perfectly, you always looked beautiful in red.
"I don't want our first kiss to be in front of everyone" he mumbled to you finally. moth slightly agape, eyes wide in despair
you furrowed your brows when you looked over silently, watching as they all looked away
the room was dead quiet, the only noise was the crackle of the fire, so they must have heard Eddie.
so as they all looked out the window, watching the snow fall outside, tiny snowflakes dancing in the wind of the night, you looked back up at Eddie.
you silently parted your lips.
he looked back down at you.
he silently parted his lips.
he brought a hand up, slowly.
you brought a hand up, slowly.
his hand meeting the plush of your cheek.
your hand meeting the skin of his exposed hip.
then you leaned in, slowly.
so slow.
Eddie watched as your eyes fluttered shut as his nosed brushed against yours.
and his own soon shut as his lips met yours, grazing ever so gently before he took a sharp intake of breath before fully connecting them, pressing his lips firmly on yours.
Jesus, how they fit so perfectly, he thought to himself.
God, how they fit so perfectly, you thought to yourself.
your lips moved perfectly in sync, creating the kiss that Eddie had envisioned so many times before. it may have even been better.
his warm hand cupping your cheek, his fingertips rough but oh so gentle.
everyone in the room stayed looking outside awkwardly as they heard nothing, but Dustin, deciding to take a peek, was only able to catch a glimpse of the kiss ending, you both pulling away from each other, smiling softly as your eyes fluttered open
your eyes met again. your smile growing as you saw his blown out gaze, the colour of his eyes barely recognisable through his irises as he looked down at you
"I'll make you another hot chocolate" he said, blinking, in a haze of some sort
"I'll come with you" you replied, matching his tone as you grabbed his hand
everyone watched as you both disappeared down the hallway to the kitchen
"they're going to make out in my kitchen aren't they?" Steve spoke up after a minute, frowning
"leave the kids be, Steve, they've finally found out what horniness feels like" Robin joked, leaning against the back of the couch.
Steve's head whipped around in horror. so many thoughts in the poor head of his. are they gonna have sex in my kitchen?
"don't worry guys, this is just what the mistletoe trap does, it brings people together" Dustin said cluelessly
"that's what this was!?" Steve hissed at him, finally remembering something along the lines of 'bringing a young couple together' and 'mistletoe' that Dustin had said over the phone to him when he was just trying to focus on how to shut him up.
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Steve storms into his kitchen, it's been too long since you both went in there and he wasn't ready for a baby to be made in that room.
all he sees is you, pressed against the counter with Eddie holding you, soft moans and sighs escaping your lips as your hands roamed each others body, your mouths locked together as you made out aggressively.
"DISGUSTING!" Steve yelled.
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takeout and true love.
han jisung x gn!reader
synopsis: jisungâs cooking mistake leads to an unexpected christmas dinner of takeout, but an honest conversation helps clear the air, reminding both of you what truly matters.
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part 4/8 holiday series. đ
It had been a long day, filled with both anticipation and unspoken stress. You'd spent hours in the kitchen, carefully planning and cooking the perfect Christmas dinner. You knew how much this meant to both of you, especially Jisung, who had never experienced Christmas in this way before. The idea of making a particular memory for him, the two of you together on this special day, filled your heart with both joy and anxiety.
You had everything planned out, from the appetizers, main dish, and side dishes, all perfectly planned. The main dish was a golden-brown roasted turkey stuffed with herbs and spices and gleaming with a rich glaze that would undoubtedly impress. The table was set, candles flickered, and Christmas music played quietly in the background. You could already envision Jisung's eyes lighting up as he saw the feast you had prepared for him.
But, as excited as you were about the dinner, there was also a sense of stress. You wanted everything to be perfect, and the pressure to get it perfectly began to weigh hard on you. This wasn't just about the food, you realized; it was about showing Jisung how much you cared, how valuable the relationship was to you, and how much you wanted this Christmas to be memorable.
As you worked in the kitchen, Jisung entered, eyes wide and full of eagerness. He smiled, as he often did when he was excited to help, his enthusiasm palpable. âCan I help with anything?â he asked, his voice hopeful. Youâd hesitated at first. You loved him, but you also liked doing things yourself, especially when it was something you cared so deeply about.
Still, his persistent offers and puppy-like eyes made you relent.
Maybe this is something we can do together,
you thought, feeling a bit guilty for trying to handle it all on your own.
You assigned him a few easy tasks, but as you continued to juggle the various dishes, you couldn't help but notice that Jisung, despite his best intentions, seemed to be too enthusiastic and careless with things. When it came time for him to help with the turkey, you reminded him to be cautious, this was the main course, after all. But, eager to prove himself, he ignored the time, the heat, and the careful steps you had had mapped out.
And that was when it happened: the smell of burnt meat filled the air, choking out the savory aromas that had once made you feel so proud. You felt your stomach drop. Whipping around, you saw Jisungâs panicked expression as smoke wafted out from the oven. He fumbled with the mitts, pulling out a charred, unrecognizable mess that had once been your perfectly seasoned turkey. It was ruined.
âIâuhââ he stammered, his voice laced with guilt. âI think I turned the wrong knobâŠâ
It wasn't only the food that felt ruined; the entire evening. The stress that had been building up all day suddenly erupted. You couldn't hold it in any longer. All of the little irritations you had been suppressing, the pressure to make everything perfect, and the dread that everything would fail to meet expectations, came rushing out. âWhy didnât you just leave it alone?!â you snapped, âI told you Iâd handle it! Iâve been working on this all day, and now itâs completely ruined!â
The words came out sharper than you intended, cutting into him, and the look on his face told you everything. He wasnât angry. He was just⊠hurt. You could see it in the way his shoulders slumped, his eyes faltering. It was like youâd slapped him without meaning to.
You felt a rush of guilt hit you almost immediately. You knew that this wasn't his fault. He was just trying to help. Instead of recognizing his gesture, you unleashed your frustration and disappointment on him.
Eventually you decided to give up on the ruined dinner completely. There was no purpose in recovering something that couldn't be repaired. You ordered takeout, nothing extravagant, just something to fill the void where a grand dinner should have been. It did not seem right, but it seemed like the only option.
As you both sat in front of the dazzling Christmas lights, the room was now illuminated solely by their soft glow, and the image was distant from what you had imagined. The lights, which should have been the finishing touch, now appeared to mock you. Instead of warmth, they heightened the tension in the air, the discomfort hanging between you two like a heavy curtain. The dinner, while good, didn't give any consolation. It was only a diversion. You could not concentrate on it. The taste of sorrow stayed in your mouth longer than the food did. You felt ashamed of your reaction. This was not the night you had hoped for, and you were aware that you had ruined it.
You couldnât stay silent anymore. The guilt gnawed at you, and you knew you needed to make things right. This was supposed to be special. You couldnât let it end on this note.
You turned to him, your heart heavy, and spoke softly. âJisung⊠Iâm so sorry. I didnât mean to ruin the day with my attitude. I⊠Iâve been so stressed trying to make everything perfect, and when it all went wrong, I didnât know how to handle it. But I shouldnât have taken it out on you. You were just trying to help, and I snapped at you. I feel terrible.â
For a moment, Jisung said nothing. He simply looked at you, his hand laying on the table, fingers nervously tapping. Then he carefully grasped your hand into his. The warmth of his touch caused your heart to throb even more. "It's okay," he said calmly. His voice was soft and compassionate, not angry. He smiled, but it was gentle, mournful, and full of something deeper. "The food isn't important. "You're what makes Christmas special for me."
His words hit you harder than you expected. You had been so caught up in the idea of perfection, in the little details, that you had forgotten the most important thing of all: he was here, with you, and that was enough.
The dinner didnât need to be perfect for it to be meaningful. What mattered was the time you spent together, the way you cared for each other, and the love you shared.
You realized, suddenly, that everything you had worked so hard for, the flawless meal, the immaculate decorations, the perfect Christmas wasnât what made the holiday special. It was the connection you had with Jisung. It was the way he showed up for you, even when things werenât perfect. It was how he loved you, even when you were stressed or frustrated or snapped at him.
âYouâre right,â you said, your voice trembling slightly as you looked at him. âI got so caught up in trying to make everything perfect that I forgot about what actually matters. Iâm sorry for taking it out on you. You make Christmas special, not anything on this table.â
Jisung squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in a calming gesture. âAnd you make my Christmas perfect, no matter what happens.â
Jisung pulled you onto his lap and wrapped you in his arms as the Christmas lights shed a warm glow over the room. "I love you," you said softly, your voice muffled against his shoulder. "I love you, too," he said, laying a kiss on your temple. "Even if you yell at me over burned food." You drew back to swat him lightly, but the laughter that bubbled between you felt like the greatest gift of all. Christmas may not have gone exactly as planned, but as you sat in Jisung's arms, you realized it didn't matter. You already had him, so that was enough.
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Jingle All The Way (To The Damn ER)
Written for @bucktommywinterfest
Prompt: Holiday themed calls; Mistletoe Kiss
Rated: G
Tags: established relationship, fluff, holiday shenanigans
Read on AO3 here.
âWell, thatâsâŠâ Eddie said the moment the team had arrived and climbed out of the engine.
âUnfortunate,â Hen finished, her eyes fixed on the roof of the house theyâd just pulled up to. Buck couldnât exactly blame her. Up there, surrounded by absurd amounts of fake snow (and some of the most garish Christmas decorations Buck had ever seen), was a rather burly man in a Santa costume, his lower half stuck in a chimney, screaming and shouting out curse after curse. (Some seemingly not even in English, Buck noted. They sounded vaguely German to him, and for a moment he wondered if that made him racist.)
âThatâs gotta be a new one,â Chim muttered, squinting up at the struggling Santa. âI mean, weâve seen plenty of Santas in sticky situations, but this? This takes the fruitcake.â
How did things like these even happen? How did someone look at a chimney and say âOh, yes, Iâll slide down there, no biggie!â It was absolutely asinine, so completely unhinged and idiotic that Buckâs brain hardly was able to comprehend the thought process it mustâve taken this guy to end up where he did.
Then again, Buck probably really shouldnât judge people for making harebrained decisions.
âDo you think he realizes that he probably wouldâve busted his ankles if heâd actually slid down there?â Eddie asked, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. The teamâs radios crackled with a faint background hum, the absurdity of the scene almost enough to make them forget they were here on an actual call.
Buck tilted his head, stepping forward, his eyes narrowed. The more he looked at the scene, the more unreal it seemed. He decided to reconsider his earlier thought. He was allowed to judge, cause even he wasnât lacking foresight this hard. âIs it just me, or does that chimney look way too small for him to have even considered crawling through it in the first place?â
âItâs not just you,â Bobby, who now rounded the engine to join the team, said, reaching for his radio. âDispatch, Engine 118 is on scene. We have one victim, male, age seems to be mid to late forties. Victim appears to be stuck. And dressed as Santa.â
There was a pause before Dispatch answered, the crackle of static barely covering what Buck couldâve sworn was a snort of laughter. âCopy that, 118,â came Joshâs slightly strained response. Buck noticed Bobby side-eyeing his radio, but he couldnât bring himself to blame Josh. Heâd be laughing too if he wasnât on this call professionally. âPlease confirm: is the scene secure, and do you need additional resources?â
âI donât know, maybe a team of reindeer to pull him out?â Chim called up toward the house, earning him a glare from Hen, who was probably already assessing what kind of injuries this guy couldâve suffered fromâŠwell, this.
âSceneâs secure,â Bobby said, ignoring Chimâs antics, and exchanging another couple of words with Josh. Then, he turned to the crew. âBuck, Eddie, grab the ladder and all the lube we have. Hen, Chim, get ready to check this guy out as soon as they get him down here.â
Buck shook his head as he jogged over to the rig to get the lube, their victimâs voice calling out every swear under the sun. âYou know, for a guy playing Santa, heâs not exactly spreading holiday cheer up there.â
From the roof, Santaâs voice rang out, muffled but clearly annoyed. âI can hear you, you know!â
âGood!â Chim called back, a slightly catty edge to his voice. âThen youâll be delighted to know weâre here to rescue your jolly behind!â
Eddie followed Buck to grab the ladder while Hen remained firmly planted, hands on her hips, staring up at Santa like he was her childrenâs math homework she was trying to help them with. âHow did you not realize this is a terrible idea before you got halfway in?â
âI bet you he lost a dare,â Chim said, a wide grin spreading across his face. âThereâs no way this guy just looked at that chimney and thought, âYeah, I can make it.ââ
Raising an eyebrow, Hen turned toward Chim and let out a small huff, âIâm sorry, but should you of all people make fun of that? Should I remind you of why we call you âChimney?ââ
Chimâs grin faltered for just a second, and Henâs smirk grew triumphant. âLow blow, Hen,â he retorted, though his tone was light. âBut, for the record, I didnât willingly wedge myself in anything. I was an innocent victim of faulty construction.â
âSure, Chim,â Hen said, her tone making it clear she didnât believe him. She turned her attention back to the roof, where Santa continued to struggle, his efforts achieving nothing but a faint creaking noise from the chimney that made everyone on the ground cringe.
âWhy am I not surprised?â Buck muttered, setting up the ladder and turning to Eddie. âCome on. Letâs get Santa out of there before he Tim Allens himself.â
Eddie planted his hands on the ladder to keep it steady as Buck began to climb. âThink heâll go on the naughty list for this?â
âNot if we save him before Hen smacks some sense into him,â Buck called down, his voice lighthearted as he worked his way up toward the roof.
From below, Hen sighed and shook her head, her exasperation at Santa finally getting to her. âOne of these days, Iâm going to get through a shift without an incident that makes me question humanity.â
âToday is not that day,â Eddie replied, barely stifling his grin.
âYeah, well,â Hen said, watching Buck hoist himself onto the roof, âletâs just hope Santaâs dignity is the only thing that got bruised tonight.â
As Buck reached the chimney, he peered down at the manâs awkwardly wedged body. This was worse than he had expected. Like heâd thought, the manâs stomach was plugging up the chimney entirely, but he hadnât predicted the small cracks that were forming all around the top of the shaft, some of which already ran up to halfway down the sides. âOkay, big guy, hang tight. Weâre gonna get you out of here, but try not to move too much.â
âBelieve me,â Santa grumbled, a deadpan expression on his face. âIâm not going anywhere.â
âWell, that much is obvious,â Buck said under his breath, before reaching for his radio. âUh, Cap? Send Eddie up here with the tools. This is a two-man job at least and the lubeâs not gonna cut it.â
Chimâs voice chimed in immediately. âSantaâs had one too many cookies, huh?â
âNot helping, Chim,â Buck shot back, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to the task at hand.
This was going to be a long shift.
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âSo this is not what we usually get called in for.â
Tommy raised an eyebrow at the, frankly, ridiculous scene in front of him. Somehow, a guy on skis had managed to not only crash into the giant Christmas tree that had been set up right by the main lodge, the guy had somehow managed to get himself completely tangled up in the lights, which still blinked in all colors of the rainbow.
In all his life as a soldier, a firefighter and now a rescue pilot, Tommy had never seen something this idiotic before.
âHow did this even happen?â he asked the manager of the resort, a woman who appeared to be in her late thirties, who wore a sharp, dark grey pantsuit. To her credit, she seemed just as exasperated as he felt.
âI wish I knew,â the manager replied, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she were fighting off a migraine. âAll I got was a frantic call from one of the lodge staff saying there was âa skier emergencyâ and that I should âbring someone who knows how to untangle knots.ââ She gestured toward the blinking, flailing mess of a man. âI didnât expect this.â
Tommy let out a long sigh and turned back to the scene. The skier, who was now groaning softly, looked like a particularly unfortunate ornament hung by an overzealous child. The manâs goggles were askew, his skis were pointing in entirely different directions, and his jacket, a garish neon green, made him look like an elf whoâd lost a fight with Santaâs workshop.
âIs heâŠconscious?â Tommy asked, squinting.
âYep, sure is,â GarcĂa, one of the paramedics of the 217 heâd flown up here said. She straightened up and pulled her gloves on tighter. âHey, Kinard, can you get me a backboard? I feel like weâre gonna need to tie this guy down even if he somehow managed not to break his spine.â
âOn it,â Tommy replied with a sigh, and headed back to his chopper. He still wasnât sure just how this couldâve possibly happened. He had a sinking suspicion that alcohol had played a part, but he kept that to himself, instead silently grabbing the backboard from the back of the helicopter.
He trudged back through the snow, (If the way the artificial stuff felt under his boots was anything to go on, he would absolutely despise real snow.) a soft hum under his breath. The resortâs cheery Christmas music (now an unfortunate backdrop to this circus) had invaded his brain and wouldnât leave it for probably the rest of his shift (or a week later. Or a month. Or a goddamn year).
As Tommy handed the backboard over to GarcĂa, he crouched down to get a better look at the skier. âAlright, buddy, you with us?â he asked, his voice sharp but not unkind.
The man groaned again and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, âThe tree came out of nowhere.â
Tommy blinked. âThe tree came out of nowhere?â He exchanged a look with GarcĂa, who rolled her eyes and smirked, biting her lip.
âI swear it did,â the skier slurred, his head lolling slightly to the side. âOne minute, skiing. Next minute, tree.â
Tommy sighed, a sound that felt like it came straight from his soul. âYeah, Iâm sure the tree leapt right out to grab you. Happens all the time.â He shot a glance at the manager, who snorted softly but quickly disguised it as a cough. She was clearly trying to keep her professional veneer intact, but her expression betrayed her amusement.
GarcĂa got to work, carefully cutting away a few strands of the blinking lights that had wound tightly around the manâs torso. âThis guyâs tangled worse than my Abuelaâs Christmas lights,â she muttered.
âDonât disrespect your Abuela,â Tommy quipped. âAt least she didnât knock over the tree.â
The skier let out a low groan. âIâm never drinking eggnog againâŠâ
Ah, there it was. Tommy resisted the urge to say, called it, and focused on the task at hand. âLook, pal, weâre gonna get you out of here, but I need you to stay still. Can you do that?â
The skier didnât respond directly, but he gave a lazy thumbs-up that didnât inspire much confidence.
âGreat,â GarcĂa muttered. âKinard, help me stabilize him before we move him.â
Tommy stepped in to assist, holding the backboard steady as GarcĂa and the other paramedic carefully maneuvered the manâs limbs. The lights resisted, clinging stubbornly to the skier as if they were part of some cosmic punishment for his sins against Christmas decor. It took some creative maneuvering and a few choice curses from GarcĂa before the last of the lights finally snapped free.
Once the skier was secured to the backboard, Tommy stood up and dusted the snow off his pants. âAlright, letâs load him up. Weâll fly him down to the hospital for a once-over.â
The manager stepped closer, looking at the still-blinking lights strewn across the snow like abandoned tinsel. âWhat aboutâŠall this?â She gestured vaguely at the scene of destruction.
Tommy shrugged. âIâd say leave it. Itâll make for a great story. âThe Tree Incident of 2024.â You could make it an annual thing, build some buzz.â
The manager shot him a flat look. âI think weâll pass.â
âSuit yourself.â He turned back toward the helicopter, falling in line behind the paramedics carrying the backboard. âLetâs get Bode Miller here some help before he decides to start singing carols.â
As they walked, the skier managed to lift his head just enough to croak out one final, utterly sincere question: âButâŠdid I win?â
Tommy couldnât stop himself. He grinned. âOh, buddy. You definitely won.â
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âDispatch, this is engine 118,â Bobby spoke into his radio, snapping the rest of the crew into Business Mode. âWeâre pulling up on scene.â
The truck came to a halt outside a large community center, which seemed almost normal and boring. Except for the plumes of smoke coming out of one of the windows. Buck groaned and rolled his eyes. He hoped this wasnât an actual fire, or at least that the window had already been opened by the time it started, because he didnât know how heâd react if he found out someone in there had opened a window on a fire.
âCopy that, 118,â the dispatcherâs voice (Maddie this time) came through their radios as they all rushed to grab their gear. âCommunity Christmas Baking Event, one of the ovens caught fire. The 217 is on scene, Captain Chen is IC, heâll give you more details.â
Buckâs heart skipped a beat at the mention of the 217, but he quickly shrugged it off. Sure, running into his boyfriend on the job would be nice, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Besides, Tommy was on helicopter duty today anyway. He was way up in the sky, riding his bird through the clouds and saving lives by bringing victims to the hospital far faster than an ambo ever could.
It brought a sigh to Buckâs lips as he jogged after Eddie and into the building at Captain Chenâs command, the same love struck one he always seemed to sigh when he thought about Tommy and his effortless coolness, and big heart, and dashing good looks. (And especially the cleft. God, did he love that cleft!) Less than a year ago, he hadnât even known he was into men, and now here he was, happily, knowingly in love with the very same one who had blasted his closet door open with all the force of the hurricane theyâd flown into when they had met.
The smell of burnt sugar and smoke hit Buck like a fist to the face as soon as he and Eddie entered the community center, every thought of Tommy instantly pushed to the back of his mind as he went into rescue mode. Eddie was already barking orders to one of the event organizers, a frazzled woman in a holiday sweater that had seen better days, while Buck took in the scene.
The lobby was a chaos of flour-dusted people, from crying children to panicked adults to people from the 217 trying to evacuate everyone, and a steady stream of smoke curling out of the kitchen at the far end of the hall. Buck followed Eddie through the hall, their boots clomping against the polished floor as they approached the kitchen door, quickly checking every frazzled bystander for injuries before urging them to leave the building already.
âCap, this is Diaz, weâve got thick smoke but no visible flames yet,â Eddie reported over his shoulder. âKitchen is at the end of the main hallway. Looks like the sprinkler system hasnât gone off.â
âAt least the fireâs contained, then,â Bobbyâs voice crackled through the radio. âChen said two of his men are already in the kitchen, Hayes and Kinard. Assist them however they need.â
Buckâs brain came to a screeching halt. Kinard? Did Bobby just say Kinard?! His heart thudded in his chest, and he nearly tripped over his own feet, catching himself just before Eddie noticed his sudden shift in demeanor. Kinard. Bobby had said Kinard. Tommyâs here. The realization brought a wide grin to Buckâs face at the thought of seeing his boyfriend in action, all big, and tough, and competent. He didnât have time to process it, though, as he and Eddie reached the kitchen door, where the thick haze of smoke was quickly becoming stifling.
Eddie pushed it open, and they were greeted by chaos. Two firefighters from the 217 were already inside, one, Hayes according to his turnout jacket, directing a fire extinguisher toward an oven that was the apparent source of the problem, while the other worked to move large trays of baked goods away from the immediate area. The oven in question was blackened, with flames licking at its edges, a few stray flames dotted around the floor.
âBuckley! Diaz!â Hayes called out, practically bombarding the oven with foam. âWe could use another set of hands on this.â
âOn it,â Eddie shouted briskly, moving toward him. Buckâs eyes, however, had already met the other firefighters, and for a moment, it was as if everything around them didnât even exist.
There he was, helmet on, jacket slightly singed, cleft chin invisible under the oxygen mask, but just knowing it was there and waiting for him to come kiss it made Buck weak in the knees. Tommyâs eyes widened in surprise, but he recovered quickly. âEvan,â he called, and Buck couldnât put his finger on why, but his voice soundedâŠhot. Hotter. Or something. He wasnât sure what it was, just that he really wanted to tear the turnouts off of Tommy, fire and smoke be damned. âWhat are the odds?â
Buck managed a lopsided grin (that he knew Tommy wouldâve loved if he only could have seen it!), his heart pounding a mile a minute. Tommy, all professional, and sooty and goddammit, Buck could almost smell the musk radiating off of him from over here. âRight?â he somehow brought out with a wiggle of his eyebrows. âIt seems so unlikely!â
Tommy gave a quick shake of his head, exasperation evident in the way his eyes crinkled even under the helmet, but there was an unmistakable fondness too. âFocus up, Buckley,â he said, and if Buck wasnât mistaken, there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the edges of his voice. âThereâs still an oven fire to handle, and Iâm pretty sure Captain Nash wonât appreciate me distracting his star firefighter.â
âOh, Iâm the star now?â Buck shot back, already moving to sort out the flames on the ground while Eddie and Hayes double-timed the burning oven. He could feel the warmth of Tommyâs presence nearby, but there was a job to do here, so he couldnât even bask in it.
âAlways have been,â Tommy replied, the words so casual Buck nearly choked on the laugh that bubbled out of him, all while Tommy had already turned his attention back to the task at hand with all the casualness the situation allowed. It was like he hadnât just dropped a bomb on Buckâs overactive heart, and that only made him more feral inside.
âHey!â Eddie barked, snapping Buck back into focus. âQuit flirting and help us!â
Right. Fire. Job. Professionalism.
Finished with the smaller fires, Buck moved to assist Hayes and Eddie with the oven, which turned out to be a much bigger problem than they had anticipated. Together, they aimed for the stubborn flames that were trying to escape the oven, working in tandem to snuff them out. The smoke was thick and cloying, stinging Buckâs eyes even through his mask, but the blaze was already starting to die down. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tommy check the rest of the appliances for damage and ensure no other hotspots could reignite, causing another swell of pure affection and, frankly, borderline horniness to rush through Buckâs body.
The team worked efficiently, their movements seamless and practiced. Within minutes, the immediate danger was contained, the oven reduced to a smoldering mess. Eddie called it in to Bobby while Hayes and Tommy began assessing the kitchenâs ventilation system to clear the remaining smoke.
Buck busied himself by checking out (and mourning) the remaining trays of half-burnt cookies and pies, but his mind kept wandering to Tommy. It was surreal seeing him here, grounded instead of flying high above the chaos. Buck had always admired the cool confidence Tommy exuded in the air, but now he was seeing it up close, in action on the ground.
Once the kitchen was declared safe, the teams began packing up their gear. The smoke was thinning, though the acrid smell of burnt sugar lingered in the air. Buck caught Tommy leaning against the wall, his helmet tucked under one arm, looking as composed as ever despite the soot smudged across his cheek.
âSo,â Buck said, sidling up to him, âwhatâs it like working with your feet on the ground for a change?â
Tommy raised an eyebrow, that smirk reappearing. âNot bad. Less turbulence, more smoke. And I get to run into you.â
Buck chuckled, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks despite himself. âI wasnât expecting to see you today.â
âYeah, I had to fill in for Callahan. Broke his arm on a call this morning,â Tommy said casually. âGuess I was meant to be here.â He tilted his head, his gaze softening. âYou okay? You look a little... out of it.â
âIâm fine,â Buck said quickly, though his heart still hadnât entirely settled. âItâs just that you donât meet an absolutely irresistible beast while out on a call.â
Tommyâs smirk grew. âAh, so I made you look like a lovesick puppy. Figures. I have that effect on people.â
Eddieâs voice cut through their moment. âBuck! Weâre wrapping up. Letâs go.â
Buck flinched at the sudden intrusion of his and Tommyâs bubble, and he quickly shot his partner a venomous look, (not that Eddie seemed to care much, judging by the exasperated expression) before turning back to Tommy.
âDuty calls,â he said with a shrug, but he hesitated before stepping away. âIâll see you later?â
Tommy gave him a small, private smile, the kind that made Buckâs heart flutter in a way that still felt new and thrilling. And then, without a warning, he placed his fingers under Buckâs jaw, his thumb brushing over his chin, before pulling him in.
Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, one that sent a shockwave of warmth through Buckâs body. Almost instinctively, Buck grabbed Tommyâs hips to pull him closer, any space being between them making him feel like he was suffocating. He craved the heat of Tommyâs body, the firmness of his chest, even the smell of smoke and burned gingerbread in his hair.
Despite Buckâs excruciating hunger, he didnât try to deepen the kiss beyond the chaste, soft peck it was. He wanted to, of course, the craving to rip Tommyâs turnouts off never having gone away, but he knew none of that was something they could do right now. Even just this was highly unprofessional and probably shouldnât ever have happened, though Buck couldnât possibly care less about it. His hot boyfriend was hot, and he had initiated smooch time, and Buck was only a man.
Tommy pulled back after a moment, his smirk softening into something tender, and Buckâs breath caught in his throat as his eyes found Tommyâs watching him with that familiar sparkle of pure, unadulterated love.
âUh, what was that?â Buck chuckled. He tried to fight it, but he couldnât help the smile that started to creep onto his face. âThat wasnât veryâŠI donât think Captain Chen and Captain Nash would approve ofâŠâ
âI think they would,â Tommy cut him off with a shrug. âYou know, just this once. We were legally obligated to, after all.â
At Buckâs quizzical look, he simply pointed upward. Buck followed the gesture, tilting his head back to look up. And his heart nearly stopped. Hanging above them, just barely visible amidst the smoke and the still-swirling chaos of the kitchen, was a small sprig of mistletoe. It was a little toasty, but most of it, including the shiny, bright red bow tied around it, had miraculously survived.
He blinked at it, then back at Tommy, who was now grinning fully, his teeth flashing white despite the soot smudged on his face. âYouâve got to be kidding me,â Buck muttered, feeling his cheeks heat up even more. âMistletoe? In the middle of a kitchen?â
Tommy shrugged, his expression infuriatingly nonchalant. âRules are rules, babe.â
Buck let out a half-laugh, half-scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. âYouâre impossible.â
âAnd you love it.â Tommy repliplied, wiggling his eyebrow. And really, Buck couldnât argue with that logic, but before he could respond, Eddieâs voice echoed sharply through the kitchen doorway.
âBuck! Seriously, letâs go!â
Buck groaned, giving Tommy one last lingering look. âDuty calls. Again. Iâll see you later?â
âOf course,â Tommy said, his voice warm, his smirk softening into something gentler. âGo save the world, babe.â
Buck pulled Tommy into one more short hug and planted a quick peck to his lips before turning around and jogging over to the door, always aware of the fond expression Tommy watched him with. As he followed Eddie back out the building and to the truck, he couldnât keep the grin off his face, even as Eddie shot him a knowing look.
âDonât,â Buck said preemptively, waving his hand around. âNot. A. Word.â
Eddie smirked. âDidnât say anything.â
But he didnât need to. Buck knew what his own face looked like right now, the power Tommy had over him no secret to him. It wasnât like he cared much, either. Heâd been the happiest he had ever been this past year, and if this continued, well.
He wasnât going to complain.
#911 abc#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy fanfic#fanfic#tevan#bucktommywinterfest#holiday shenanigans
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Looking at the masc gf universe pics makes me wonder how the girls met their gfs, like we know how Sophia met hers but how did the rest meet their gfs
Like Iâm actually really curious about Lara and Daniâs
I loved doing this anon.
Well, we already know how Sophia and Yn (fam out) met, now the other girlsâŠ
MANON
Yn and Manon met throught Dominick Fike, Yn is Dominickâs drummer and when she saw Manon in the studio for the first time, she was enchanted. Â
Yn was never a person who talked much, she liked to listen and observe more. But with Manon, it was as if she couldn't keep quiet.
On the same day they met, the two went on a date together. They went to a nice restaurant and then got high in the back seat of Yn's car.Â
They shared dreams, fears, thoughts and finally many kisses, in the back seat. The back seat of Yn's car quickly became very cozy for the couple ;)Â
Yn was calm and peaceful, but with Manon, Yn was completely out of her confort zone. It was as if the brunette gave Yn a new meaning in life, and she was ready to dive head first. Â
DANIELA
Yn and Daniela hated each other at first. Better, Daniela hated Yn, while Yn had no idea.Â
Yn was a close friend of the Raj family, so she hung out with Lara and Rhea a lot. Â
When Lara introduced Daniela to Yn, the Latina swore she had never hated anyone like that.Â
She hated how perfect Yn's teeth were, she hated how pretty the girl's hair was, she hated how the girl's muscles looked so prominent in that shirt, and she DEFINITELY hated finding out that Yn worked as a firewoman.Â
After a week, Yn still didn't know what she had done to make Latina hate her, and when she got tired of Latina's attitude, she simply decided to clear things up.Â
"What's your problem with me?"Â "Wow, you really are so conceited. What makes you think I have a problem with you?"Â "If you don't have a problem with me, would you mind going out with me tonight?!" Â "Okay, you better be at my door by nine."Â
LARA
actually, this Lara and Yn are from "crazy girls", but I'll give a background.Â
After the meeting it didn't take long for the two to start dating, Lara had been crazy about Yn for a long time, and Yn simply fell in love with everything about the red-haired girl. Â
I have a part two for "crazy girls" so I won't say much...Â
MEGAN
Megan and Yn met through Malia and Kylie, I like to think of them as the stories "sleepy head" and "nonsense"Â
Before Megan and Yn met, one of Yn's castmates ended up leaking the information that she had a crush on one of the Katseye girls. Â
"Yn has a crush..."Â "Dude, what?"Â "She's embarrassed, but I can't stand hearing her talk about the "Katseye girl" anymore!"Â
A week later, you and Megan were introduced. Needless to say, you were both awkward losers.Â
#katseye imagines#katseye x reader#sophia laforteza x reader#daniela avanzini x reader#lara raj x reader#megan skiendiel x reader#kpop fluff#kpop gg
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