#i feel like i gave u way more than u asked for but uh..... <3 GNFSDKJN

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happy valentine's day pallies <3 threw this the office-inspired drabble together for funsies over the last few days and thought today was a good a day as any to finally post

“What the hell is wrong with Dustin?” Eddie asked as he walked through the open door to Robin and Nancy’s apartment, “I passed him in the hall and he’s ranting and raving like a goddamn lunatic. Barely even acknowledged me.”

“You got lucky,” Steve shook his head as the rest of the Party, scattered around the living room, gave a similarly over it-kind of response, “Also – hey. Missed you.”

Eddie dropped down onto the couch next to Steve and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Ugh,” Robin groaned from the other end of the couch, “Either get a room or be gross later.”

“Missed you more, my love,” Eddie said loudly and pointedly as he settled in, and Steve ignored the way Robin rolled her eyes as Eddie draped an arm over his shoulders, “So…Dustin? What’s his deal?”

“He thinks he’s never gonna find love,” Lucas said from his spot on the rug, mouth full of half-crunched chips.

“Because he hasn’t dated anyone since Suzie,” Will clarified.

Steve watched Eddie’s eyebrows furrow.

“Uh, okay, didn’t they split, like, a month ago?”

“Yep,” Mike nodded.

“And didn’t Dustin just say last week that he’s happily married to his studies?”

“Dude,” Mike replied, “If you hadn’t been thirty minutes late, you would have seen us ask him these exact same questions.”

“Alright, gimme a fuckin’ break, man,” Eddie protested as Robin stuck a foot out and clipped the side of Mike’s head, “Not all of us are in college, asshole, living our most carefree lives. Some of us have jobs we're societally obligated to hold onto, Michael.”

“Anyway,” Steve cut in before Mike and Eddie’s bickering could derail the discussion too badly, “Dustin is apparently so desperate for love or whatever now that he’s trying to crowdsource a relationship.”

“And we’ve all been drafted,” Max said drily, “He wants us to set him up with someone at least once a month.”

“Each,” El added from beside Max in the armchair they're squashed in together.

“Each,” Max repeated with a nod.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie blinked, “He needs to chill out.”

Eddie got a chorus of agreements in response, plus another snarky comment from Mike about how he could have told Dustin this himself if he hadn’t been late to their weekly movie night hangout, and then from there, the conversation spun into the Party’s usual overlapping pre-movie (waiting for the pizza to be delivered) chatter.

Eddie turned his attention to Steve.

“So who’s the lucky girl you’re siccing our deranged little buddy on?” he asked, voice just loud enough for Steve to hear over the surrounding conversations.

“I dunno,” Steve shrugged, catching Eddie's hand in his and starting to fiddle with the chunky ring on his pointer finger, “I don’t think anyone here is gonna put up with his shit, but…yeah, I dunno, I feel bad. I might try setting him up with Lauren – y��know, Andie’s friend she has over all the time?”

Andie is Steve’s roommate, who took Robin’s spot on the lease after Robin, the woman she is, U-Hauled with Nancy at a spectacular rate (barely a month into her and Steve’s lease). Steve couldn’t exactly blame her – Nancy’s brownstone is leagues (and leagues and leagues and leagues) nicer than the shitty walk-up he and Robin had barely been able to afford at the time. Plus, Robin was all kinds of apologetic about it – paid her half of the rent and everything until she found a suitable subletter.

Enter Andie, a women’s and gender studies major who Robin had met at their school’s SGA during her first semester of undergrad and who leans pretty much as far to the right on the good ol' Kinsey Scale as someone could. Both Steve and Andie had been a little on the fence at first, but as far as living with a half-stranger goes, he can admit that it actually went okay.

Case in point, he and Andie are both a good few years out of college now and neither of them have made any move to, y'know...move.

“Lauren?” Eddie repeated, “You mean, Andie’s straight friend? The one Andie is very actively and overtly trying to woo?”

“It’s not gonna work,” Steve insisted (because this has been a topic of conversation between the two of them for a while), “If she’s straight, she’s straight.”

“Well, yeah,” Eddie acknowledged, “But it’s not her I'd be worried about, Stevie.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“C’mon, Steve – it’s basically a lose-lose for you. If Dustin goes on a date with Andie’s straight friend that she is, once again, very overtly and obviously into, whether or not it goes well – whether or not it even happens, Steve – Andie’s gonna find out that you were the one behind it, and you’re living with her.”

“So?”

“Dude, you’re gonna get booted outta your place.”

“No way,” Steve scoffed at him.

“I’m telling you – hell hath no fury like a lesbian scorned. Have you seen Nancy at the bar when someone is trying to hit on Robin? The big guy in the clouds was cutting from the same cloth when he created these ladies.”

Steve rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's brand of ex-Catholic poetic.

“Well…whatever. It’s just an apartment. If Andie really has an issue…I dunno, I’ll just move.”

Eddie grinned at him.

“Oh really?” he says, “And who do you think’s gonna be taking you in? You’re a crazy neat-freak, you think it’s totally appropriate to watch sports during breakfast – I mean, seriously, I get wanting to watch Sunday Night Football or whatever, but listening to recaps before I've had a cup of coffee is borderline criminal – and you've got basically a thousand houseplants.”

“Yeah,” Steve gave a feigned nod of understanding, “Maybe I’ll just move in with my boyfriend – he could use some order in his life.”

“Okay,” Eddie said, straightening a little in his seat, “I’m in if you are, Stevie-boy.”

Steve felt his face fall just a little. He tried to laugh it off, but even he could hear how awkward it sounded, and he glanced around to make sure the rest of the Party was otherwise occupied.

“I mean...," he said slowly, keeping his eyes on their hands so he didn't have to look at Eddie and his ever-expressive face, "I’m not gonna move in with someone unless we’re getting married.”

He really won’t either.

He’d done that before with his first serious boyfriend a few years ago – it was kind of a U-Haul situation in its own right, and it’s how Steve’s apartment became Andie’s apartment that Steve pretty please asked to move back into four months later when everything went to shit with the boyfriend.

(Their landlord had raised an eyebrow at them when they asked to put Steve back on the lease he’d only just left, but he didn’t ask any questions.

“He probably thinks we’re, like, a total dysfunctional couple or something,” Andie had pointed out.

“If only he knew,” Steve shook his head, “He’s leasing to a pair of idiot queers who can’t get their love lives together.”)

So, yeah, the U-Hauling thing may work for lesbians (or, two very specific lesbians whose couch he's sitting on, at the very least), but it’s not for Steve.

He’s a little too intense for it, contradictory as it sounds. He’s been burned in the past by the notion that someone could be willing to take a step as big as moving in with someone, and yet still see their relationship as “unserious” enough to balk at other big things (things like meeting each other’s friends and family, and what to do if Steve had another seizure). He’s not interested in being burned again, thanks.

Not that he actually thinks Eddie would do anything like that – the opposite actually. Steve knows he won’t.

For as long as he and Eddie were friends, Steve had known it in a kind of way he didn't even think about, and he's known it in another way, in a way he couldn't not think about, ever since he eavesdropped on a conversation between Robin and Eddie.

“Steve’s boyfriend is a fucking asshole and I hate him,” Robin had said, because this was back when Steve was dating (and living with) his ex, who did turn out to be a colossal fucking asshole, but this was the first time Steve had heard that particular opinion voiced by one of his friends.

“Shit, okay," Eddie had replied, "Do I need to go kick someone’s ass?”

Robin had paused for a split second before saying, “No. You’d just finally decide to confess your love for him and make everything even messier than it already is.”

They'd both been quiet for another few moments, and then Eddie let out a frustrated sigh.

"Fuck, man, that blows." Another pause. "I just – I don't understand how anybody could get to have Steve like that and not worship every breath he takes. I'm telling you – if it were me, you'd be able to break me down into fuckin' molecules and still be able to find him there. He's the sun in the fuckin' sky, dude. How are people not getting this?"

Steve hadn't been able take any more than that, not without feeling like something within him would split in two, so he had gone back to getting snacks in the kitchen like Eddie and Robin had thought he was doing, and then he'd spent the rest of the night feeling a little nauseous in a way he couldn't explain.

To this day, Steve is pretty sure that neither Robin nor Eddie know that he'd overheard their conversation, but it's what led to him breaking up with his boyfriend nonetheless.

Nothing had happened between Steve and Eddie at first. Eddie had actually been in his own relationship at the time, despite his and Robin' conversation, though they inexplicably split only a month after Steve’s break-up (Eddie never gave the Party a reason why).

Not too long after that though, Eddie had shown up on Steve’s doorstep (in a goddamn rainstorm, no less, the theatrical bastard) to profess his undying love, and by then Steve had spent enough time reflecting on the last several years of his friendship with Eddie and had firmly landed on the conclusion that he was in love with him too.

And so here they are now.

Steve spared a quick glance at Eddie to see that he was wearing a cute, kind of confused look.

“Wait – Steve, have I not proposed to you yet?”

And Eddie's truly dumbfounded tone, Eddie's way of bringing Steve's attention back up to his face so Steve could see the cheeky grin he's still wearing, had relief flooding through Steve's veins and washing away any doubt or insecurity or fear because, as Steve might have let himself forget, this is Eddie.

“I don’t think so…” Steve replied, then he flipped their clasped hands over to show his unmistakably ringless ring finger, “Nope.”

“Huh. Well…look out, Stevie, ‘cuz that’s coming.”

“Oh really?” Steve asked, and now he’s got a big smile growing on his face too, and he ignored the way his heart was thrumming over what Eddie had just divulged to him, how matter-of-fact, how certain he'd sounded when he said it.

“Uh-huh,” Eddie nodded, and Steve is so in love with him it nearly hurts.

“You mean, like, right now?” Steve continued, still feigning confusion, still keeping up the bit like they weren't having a huge, important, real conversation right now, because they hadn’t been together that long, all things considered, and yet Steve wasn’t surprised to hear any of this because he felt it too.

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Not right now. Have a little faith, darling. Now would be pathetically unromantic.”

“Hmm,” Steve hummed his agreement, though a small part of him could acknowledge that now – happy and surrounded by all their friends – wouldn’t be the worst way to get engaged, but Eddie hadn't lost any of his flair for dramatics over the years, so he's not exactly surprised to hear that Eddie is picturing something more.

“I got it all planned out, don’t you worry," Eddie told him, looking all kinds of proud, “And it’s gonna knock your socks off, Steve Harrington.”

"Alright," Steve said as Eddie leaned away, leaned back into conversation with their friends, a tight squeeze to Steve's hand his only acknowledgement of the sheer magnitude of the conversation they'd just had, "I've been warned."

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Racing Hearts Pt. 5

Pairing: F1!Driver!JasonTodd x Reporter!Reader

A/N: sorry for the late late late update 😭 i was having so much problems with trying to enjoy this series again that I felt that if i rushed it it would ruin the series for not just me but a lot of people. Thank you for all the patience and i hope u enjoy this much needed chapter. ENJOY and flowers for all of u 😫💐 like if you’re comfortable and please tell me your thoughts as the story continues <3

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Jason finally had time to check his phone. He removed any miscellaneous notifications he forgot to silent before getting to the track this morning, but he was checking for a familiar name and icon.

It was like a little surge was invading his bones. He couldn’t help smiling at your conversations, it was like he was back to a teenager nervously trying to talk to a crush, but he didn’t have a lot of experience with those.

The times he rarely did have a fling, he kept it private, left it before it could be a scandal that he would be chewed out for.

But this.

This was new. He knew it was different when he was trying to get any attempt to still make sure you were fine with being with him.

What really made his stomach churn was when he couldn’t bring you to the airport to see him off. It felt wrong to leave your place without you behind him, leaving you to kiss only him goodbye, but not asking to follow him to the airport.

He tried to brush off the feeling the entire flight, but he couldn’t squish the thought that he wanted you here. That other than a quick romance, he could talk to you about his personal life, and he was fighting to throw you on the next plane so you could watch him race.

Maybe a dramatic kiss after he won would be nice. But, that was too cliché.

While deep in his thoughts, Roy tried to peak over Jason’s shoulder, trying to see what he was looking at, but it was not smart to try that on such a tall man. All he could manage to see was an open browser with plane flights.

“You tryna leave me here by myself?” Roy calmly asked, keeping his eyes down at the phone.

Jason frowned, not surprised at the nosey man.

“You get a little friend and now you want to leave me?” Roy feigned tears, placing his hands gently onto Jason’s shoulders. “If you must, then go! I can get us a championship. I can handle that for us.”

Jason sighed, closing his phone.

“Shouldn’t you be watching Lian? Why are you bothering me and what are you talking about?” He asked.

“Lian’s always with the crew, she’s more interested in the buttons than behind the wheel—don’t try to distract me, I’m not stupid, Jaybird. I knew you were a two timer.” Roy pointed an accusing finger into Jason’s face. “I saw that interview and I know that look in your eyes. I even commented on that video.”

“Uh, huh.” Jason ignored him and walked away, this time looking back at his phone to try to type, not reacting to Roy’s antics.

“I’m surprised your brothers haven’t bothered you about it. Dick’s gonna be jealous when I tell him you’re trying to get a flight back for love.” Roy aimlessly followed Jason, adjusting the cap on his head as he playfully wiggled his brows.

“That dickwad is probably too busy hiding behind a badge for that. He needs to find better things to do than bother me.” Jason stopped pacing, looking back at the red hair tail that can’t seem to get off him. “And you need to watch your daughter and also stop bothering me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Roy sung. “Just me and you on this track forever, plus Lian, never leaving each other while we embrace—with Lian, of course.” He opened his arms for a hug.

Jason gave Roy an impassive look, not bothered to even give him an expression.

Still with open arms and a smile on his face, Roy waited before a small voice shouted out.

“JayJay! JayJay!” Lian’s small shout catches Roy’s attention.

“My Lian!” Roy reached out to grab his daughter walking with one of the crew members, finally relieving them from their babysitting duty. “No Jaybird today, Lian, he’s trying to run away.” He cooed happily to his daughter as she laughed, large noise cancelling headphones were bouncing around her neck and a bright smile spread on her face as he booped her nose.

“I’m not—the flight isn’t for me.” Jason sighed, not willing to look at Roy fully in the eyes.

Roy’s eyes widened as he heard the admission. A small silence lingered.

Lian broke the pause by reaching out for Jason. She made small grabby hands before he immediately gave in to grab her underneath her arms, settling on his chest.

She whispered a small “JayJay” before laying her head down, exhausted from an hour of playing while Roy and Jason were busy racing in the practice sessions.

While Jason patted Lian’s back soothingly, Roy watched as the two most important people in his life were embracing. It brought a smile to his face.

“I’m happy for you, Jaybird.”

It was all that was said between the two as Lian closed her eyes, but Jason felt content. He was given support.

—

“I’m never afraid of the track, it’s the fastest you can ever be on the ground and I wanna be the best.” Jason spoke to the interviewer on your TV screen, the Australian sun surrounding his face.

“How important is this race for you?” The off-screen voice asked Jason.

“Every race is important. I’ve gotten RedBull multiple wins these past couple years and I want to add another one. I feel better than I’ve ever have.”

You sat on your couch, dinner in your lap, watching your partner on screen wave goodbye, giving one final dazzling smile while taking off to his car.

He looked like he was in his element, a kind of happiness that only sprouted in him from Formula 1. A kind of motivation used for racing.

“Welcome to another race of the Formula One World Championship. What a great weekend to continue a new season.” The introduction boomed from your TV, setting up the Sunday excitement, ready to end another race weekend.

Ding. Ding. Your phone notifications rung next to you as you took a bite of your dinner.

You: I told you to hold a peace sign to the camera, now you owe me dinner

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: *thumbs down your message*

You laugh at your phone screen.

You: Loser

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: *thumbs down your message*

You: Send me a picture of you in your gear

As you wait for the reply, your TV catches your attention. A driver you’ve never seen before now standing in front of the microphone.

“Todd? How is that guy a threat? He just hides behind the RedBull emblem, but he’s nothing but another racer.” The raspy voice sent a chill through you.

“Jason Todd is a back-to-back four-time World Champion, do you plan on breaking that streak?” The interviewer pressed on.

“Ha! Like that’s hard, did you see how he crashed his vehicle last year? Bet he wouldn’t want that happening again, huh?” The man’s voice twisted something in you.

Formula 1 did have it’s competitive moments, but how was someone like this rude man competing?

Ding.

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: please I am more than my body

Despite Jason’s words, a flattering picture of him came in. A good look at his hands and body in the RedBull uniform. Gosh, you missed him.

You saved the photo with a smile on your face. A new lock screen.

You: don’t injure that pretty face of yours <3

“Thank you for the interview, good luck on your race.” The interviewer finished up, stepping in front of the camera to replace the rude driver.

You glanced up to get one final look at the screen, watching the rude racer walk away, expecting him to get bombarded with another interviewer and a brand new set of cameras, but he walked in a different direction, away from the crowd.

You were confused at the racer breaking the long chain of interviews happening on race day.

At the very edge of the camera, you could see the racer joining another man, adorned in a suit, turning his head sideways, but you couldn’t recognize who that was.

You whipped out your laptop. Maybe you missed an upcoming rookie the last year or there must’ve been a change you missed in the racing industry.

Your mind buzzed remembering the blurry man putting his arm around the rookie racer before your ringtone shouted at you.

Life is a Highway started to play as Jason’s contact picture brightened on the screen, a nice side view picture of his smiling face when you took him out for dinner.

You quickly picked up.

“Hey Jay! How’s Australia?” You gleefully asked, contrasting glancing back and forth to the TV screen and your laptop before the camera changed to the racetrack, no longer seeing the mysterious men.

“It’s fun when Roy isn’t talking his ass off.” Jason’s voice faded as he yelled at Roy to back off from him. “I gotta race soon, but I just wanted to hear ya before I had to leave. God, I miss you.”

Your breath hitched hearing Jason be so direct. You tried to reason with yourself that it was from the adrenaline before the race, but it made you feel like you were floating off the couch.

“I miss you too. Maybe when you have a chance to get back here, we can go out to eat like we normally do.” You suggested, a little more brightness in your voice.

You watched the compilation of Jason’s previous races playing on the screen. You saw him zooming down the narrow lanes at horrifying speeds as you heard him softly speak to you through your phone.

“I wanna fly you out here before then. I mean, I’ll be down for Vegas, but that’s too long. I gotta get you down here next to me.” Jason’s voice smoothly went in and out of your ears.

Your felt yourself reddening at his delightful words to you.

“I’ll see what I can do about work leave, but maybe i’ll take a couple sick days?” You spoke to Jason, happiness surging through you. “I would really love to fly out there.”

A loud engine roared through your phone, cutting off Jason’s voice briefly.

“Shit, sorry about that, I gotta go. I lo—” Jason hesitated before he was about to end the call, following up by several louder engines revving, overshadowing his voice despite how close he was to the phone. “I, uh, I’ll call you later.”

“Stay safe, Jay.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Beep.

The call clicked to end. No longer hearing the bustle around Jason as he was inching closer to his race.

Your heart beat rapidly in your ears as you continued to hold your phone in your hand despite the call ending moments ago.

You can’t assume.

There are numerous words that start with that sound. Maybe it was a mistake?

—

“What the fuck, Roy?” Jason yelled over Roy revving his engine multiple times. “I was almost done—will you stop—Roy!”

Roy lifted his foot, no longer making the obnoxious noise.

“Get your helmet on, we gotta go. If you win, then you can talk on the phone all ya want.” Roy was ready to pull onto the track. “Unless you want to stay on the phone and I can win this for us?”

Roy laughed as he sped off.

Jason sighed in disbelief as he walked back to get make sure the final checks on his car were done.

Roy was the only one who could compete with him on the track, so maybe his words weren’t just to instigate him.

He needed to focus because he wanted to see you and win while you were with him.

Jason put on his helmet, getting any last-minute safety precautions checked before he got the signal to drive out.

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being adult taivans controversially young lover - headcanons 🤎

some thoughts about what it might look like if they had stayed together and invited someone else into that dynamic! I just wrote down whatever came to mind, hope u enjoy <3 (nsfw, minors dni)

I think it started with them regularly fantasizing about what it would be like: to have someone join them, preferably someone younger - they kept pointing people out to each other in public, it became a fun game for them, until they eventually caved and set up a profile, where they made it very clear that they were looking for someone who was attracted to both of them!

you stood out to them because you actually seemed serious about it and didn’t seem scared - it would’ve turned them off if they’d felt the need to hold back and be tame, but you matched their energy right away, because you were tired of boring dates and wanted something different, thrilling, new (it helped that their photos together were very hot)

you really enjoyed your first date because they were wild in the best way, they made you laugh a bunch, they were even cooler and funnier than expected, they intrigued you a lot both as a couple and individually - they flirted with you shamelessly the entire night - without ever being creepy about it - so by the end of the night, you tried something you had never done before: kissing two people goodbye at the end of a date <3 you definitely drew it out a bit to have the other person weak from watching..

they definitely gushed about it the entire way back home and used that energy to have sex while dreaming of what it would be like once you were in bed with them: turning each other on by saying “she’ll touch you like this I bet” and mimicking what they imagined you doing to them <3

the first time you fucked they were definitely a bit nervous, but that stopped immediately once you undressed and were clearly eager for them to do whatever they wanted to you - both of them touching and caressing you in awe as they watched you close your eyes to soak up all the attention, the thrill of having two people lust after you👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 your sighs were their new favorite sound, them looking at each other like "oh.. this will be fun." and it was, you were with them for hours, each of you getting exactly what you wanted out of it, them worshipping you and doing it wellll..

I think Tai would lean into the mommy aspect way more, she would be pretty playful with it and definitely overdo it with the nicknames like "baby" and "our girl" once you have been seeing them for a while - Van would find all of that a bit intense, so I think she would get jealous as fuck whenever Tai kisses you hello and says something like that, her just standing there like well. I want a kiss too even though I am not being overly dramatic about it (you secretly think it makes her even hotter, that she is so different in that regard, a bit shier, the contrast between them is very hot to you)

on that note: Tai is definitely the one to push for buying you gifts, whereas Van says stuff like "Tai she will feel like a hooker if we buy her jewelry or fancy underwear" - Tai disagreeing and being like "she will love it, you know she will, might as well spend our money on someone who deserves it" she doesn’t argue with that last part, so I think you definitely get spoiled (they get competitive too, I think they give you something outrageously nice for your birthday, to make sure nobody gave you a better gift)

they try to be your favorite, both of them, they even get into fights over it at times.. I think they get so obsessed and insane about it all that they get pissed off when the other one texts you behind their back. I think they would also get competitive in bed, for sureee, they would fight over it, Tai being like "she prefers to receive, clearly" Van hitting her back with "uh, it doesnt feel that way when she fucking begs to taste me before you get your turn with her." them even asking you at one point to tell them what you prefer in bed and you just shrugging and grinning, letting them continue their psycho fights about it

you play peacemaker a lot - sometimes when the air between them is charged with frustration, you tell them that you won’t let them touch you until they have made out in front of you, maybe even fucked a bit. you sitting close enough to hear and see it all as they get into it, touching them to turn them on even more, them eventually breaking the kiss to pull you in and get their hands on you finally (if you saw that Challengers kiss.. perhaps they do that. both of them kissing your neck and trying to kiss you on the lips at the same time which just ends in a messy three-way kiss <3)

on that note: tit-sucking. Van on your left, Tai on your right, them just fully overwhelming you by biting and kissing and sucking on your tits at the same time... moaning as they get sloppy with it and push their hands between your legs... you almost finishing just from that..

Tai eating you out as Van kisses you and feels you struggling to kiss her back 😵‍💫 <3 smiling and breathing into your open mouth, soaking up the moans from up close.. being all sweet and watching you, kissing your neck, caressing you.. Van licking up your mess once Tai has made you finish. Tai moving up to kiss you as she does that..

I think Van lovees to whisper sweet things to you that Tai cant hear while she is busy pleasing you, Van loves holding your face and covering it in kisses and telling you how pretty you look, how good youre doing, that she cant wait to have you between her thighs again, that she dreamed of you all week, things that are just between you and her <3

I think Tai is a voyeur for sureee.. I can see it so clearly: her after a long stressful day just sitting there and telling you and Van how to fuck, so she can lean back and enjoy it, masturbate to it. her telling you "she’s been dying to have you back all week, she’s probably soaked already" so you give in, gladly - Van getting so so turned on from having Tai watch as she gets ruined by you💘 Tai jerking herself off aggressively bc she loves nothing more than to have you both all to herself like that, giving her a good show <3

you sitting on Vans face as Tai eats her out... yeah. Van moaning pathetically from the double pleasure, you getting off on the sound she makes, Tai getting off on the sight of you on top of Van as she is between her legs. if you finish before Van, you might help Tai out and take over to be the one to make her cum, which she lovees..

I think Tai definitely got spiteful after they had a fight once and gave you three orgasms in a row, wrecking you, fully, until Van finally got fed up from having to watch it all and pushed her away while saying "ease the fuck up Tai, she has tears in her eyes", to act like a kind of savior, taking over and giving you head more gently, slowly, letting you catch your breath a bit, soothing your worn out body (she clearly loves to see you overstimulated, otherwise she wouldnt have tried to give you yet another orgasm.. it was just a way for her to interrupt Tai and have you to herself. I can see Van becoming more of a giver as time goes on, refusing to let Tai have all the fun with that)

I think Van discovered her more dominant side with you, she once pushed her fingers into your mouth and you sucked them off and the whole thing turned her on so much that she kept trying out little things like that - Tai fucking lovees it too, because she usually doesnt get to see that side of Van much, it is hot beyond belief to her, when Van gets intense with you and manhandles you a bit.

I think they would love to have you ride one of them while the other sits right behind you and guides you, cups your tits from behind, kisses your shoulder, supports you through it😵‍💫that intense physical closeness between all three of you turns them on immensely I think.

they definitely begged to watch you jerk off at least once, they couldnt contain themselves... you on their bed, touching yourself, hearing them whimper and breathe heavy at the sight, maybe touching each other too, you eventually giving them a cue for them to join and help you out, them getting all over you like starved animals, their hands all over you, Tai pushing her fingers into you as Van rubs your clit for you <3 both of them cooing at you how pretty you look like that

Tai definitely has a possessive/alpha vibe within your trio! she likes to treat you both as her sweethearts that nobody else can have, she will wrap one arm around each of you and and feel really smug about having two hot lovers🫶🏻 so she doesn’t even mind it all that much when you and Van have inside jokes or kiss without always including her bc she knows that she will have both of you weak for her again eventually

Van joking with you and being like "she’s getting a bit too cocky, huh?", grinning and pushing you to tease Tai too, you two “ganging up” on her one night and leaving her a shaking mess by the end bc you switched roles and made her surrender for once (she loves it. even when she tries to deny it.)

I think they would be endearingly nervous about how much they should call you or how intimate they should be with you etc. - Van asking Tai "should we ask her to sleep over the next time? or is that too weird? us three in the bed together?" Tai being like "I dont know.. let’s just try, right?" her laughing and Van asking "what??" so Tai says "well it’s kind of mommy/daughter, huh, to have her sleep between us" Van pushing her arm and being like "you are fucking disgusting. count yourself lucky she doesn’t know", Tai cracking up because Van is so easy to rile up, answering "oh she does, she loves it. balances out your whole coy act"

driving in their car means: you in the passenger seat, Van behind the wheel, and Tai touching you from the backseat, Van shoving her hand away and saying "jesus ever heard of personal space??", almost swerving really hard because of it, you just sitting there and enjoying them bickering over you <3 (god knows Tai shouldn’t be driving anyone.)

them taking care of you when you are sick <3 Tai running errands (medicine, your favorite take out, tea, etc.) while Van helps you get comfortable in their bed and holds you until Tai is back and joins you - them on either of your side and letting you cry or complain as they comfort you

them taking you on a trip with them - people being really confused whenever they try to figure out whether you are their daughter or niece or friend or lover (realizing it’s the last option when they keep touching you over the table, both of them ready to jump the second anyone gives you trouble, they are your guard dogs for sure. if a man has the guts to stare at you... oh its over. they get so possessive its crazy, Van holding onto you and glaring at them as Tai takes a step towards them and dares them to keep gawking at you)

they definitely brag about you to their lesbian friends, their friends teasing them like "oh right, you can’t come next weekend because youre busy keeping a pretty girl captive in your house, how could I forget". them getting so pissed off when one of their friends makes a joke along the lines of "if you ever need a fourth...", even just the thought of that sending them into a jealous fit.

on that note: you definitely tease them sometimes by lying like "yeah I have to go, I have a date later" just to watch their faces drop and to fuck with them for a moment, only to say "oh wow you’d hate it that much?" them immediately nodding, saying "yeah obviously."

whenever one of them gives you a hickey, the other one has to make up for it and leave their mark too: if Tai bruises your chest, Van bruises your thigh or your neck, they refuse to let you leave their house only claimed by one of them, no way.

they dont expect you to have sex with them every single time you’re there, they genuinely care for you, so whenever you had a rough day and just need some love, they are more than glad to have you relax on the couch while they gently feel you up or give you a massage together or cover you in soft kisses <3 I think Van especially is in tune with your moods, she can tell instantly when you feel off, immediately

Tai definitely helps you out with work or school whenever youre having issues, whether its a bureaucratic thing or a personal issue with a boss/professor, she is definitely protective in that sense, always making sure that nobody is screwing you over or using it against you that youre young and not that experienced yet, she has a "no bullshit" attitude that she also applies to your issues!

Van is the one who will listen and soothe you whenever you dont need a solution but just a bit of comfort and humor to cheer you up, she knows exactly how to lift your spirits, how to support you emotionally

if you ever meet up with them individually I see Van taking you out for walks and coffee and movie dates, while Tai likes to splurge on fancy dinners or cocktails, they both have their rituals with you after a while and try to keep their jealousy in check, but sometimes it is just very convenient, when one of them is busy for the other one to have you to go out with instead 🫶🏻

once you started sleeping over at their place, your new favorite thing was spending mornings with them <3 snuggling in bed, still half-asleep, sandwiched between them as they feel you up under the blanket and breathe in your warm scent, you all warm and safe, them telling you to get a bit more beauty sleep as they prepare breakfast downstairs <3

I think neither of them love to cook (they are decent at it but its not something they enjoy all that much) so once you figured that out you offered to make them a nice three course meal one night - both of them watching you closely as you moved around their kitchen, enamored, Tai whispering to Van "yeah we should have done this much sooner.." Van nodding and saying "definitely. no idea why she puts up with us but thank god"

you can’t help but mess with them sometimes by saying things like “oh by the way I told my parents about you, they’d love to meet you”, their faces fully frozen in fear for a second because they genuinely can’t tell if you’re being honest and have oddly chill parents or if you’re just fucking with them, until you laugh and they realize you’re joking (it does turn them on, to think that some people in your life would be absolutely scandalized by what you do with them, the taboo is hot to them)

even though they compete over you, truly nothing makes them happier than when you affectionally address them as a duo like "my loves", when you half-jokingly call them your "girlfriends" - one time someone who was supposed to pick you up from the airport bailed on you, so they came and got you and when you said "you’re my guardian angels" to them that night, they definitely melted on the spot.

one casually intimate thing that they adore is when they’re sitting on the couch and you drape yourself over both of their laps <3 Tai playing with your hair as Van caresses you, you happy and comfortable on top of them 🤍

one of your favorite things to do once you get to their house is to sit one one of their laps and kiss them, while the other one grows impatient and jealous - most of the time you start with Tai because you loveee how it gets Van to be a bit more aggressive than she would usually be, it breaks down her composed facade so fast: she will grab you and hold you so tightly after you just kissed Tai

I think Tai would be very open to learning about pop culture from you whereas Van is always more skeptical, Tai saying “oh yeah she’s a lost cause, don’t even try, I had to plead and beg for her to agree to a flat screen tv instead of an old thing from the 80s” Van giving whatever you’re talking about a chance, just out of spite

you steal their clothes and not just the obvious things like sweaters and hoodies, you’ll take socks or underwear if you unexpectedly stayed the night and need a fresh pair - neither of them ever say a thing, both of them are just glad when it’s their clothes that you’re reaching for, again, a bit of competition there 😌

in general I think you bring a balance to their relationship without even trying - their fights were often about Tai’s stubbornness/inability to be chill, and you softened her temper a bit, loosened her up a bit, while Van often provoked fights by being closed off, which you helped her with by lovingly coaxing her out of her shell a bit, showing her that it is worth it to be open - they sat down and talked about it one night, how good it feels to be changed by your presence

through watching you desire the other person, Tai and Van also both got reminded of why they fell for each other in the first place - Van watching you blush whenever Tai says something openly desperate, Tai watching you melt into Van’s steady embrace, both of them watching you enjoy forms of intimacy they also share with each other - it strengthened the appreciation for their relationship that they had maybe lost a bit for a while - you are a mirror for them, a mirror for their love for each other, and for that they spoil the fuck out of you, they love you for it, what you did for them in that regard!

they are for sure huge hypocrites, they think it’s corny and weird when others have "thirds" or call themselves poly, they are convinced what they have with you is different and special and much cooler 😭

that’s it’s for now 💌

[thatoneautisticshark]

You asked for... Asks (I don't know how to properly word this) a while back, I have one for you. Idk if you still want it but-

You did oral fixation!Ghost with Price but... Maybe Price is tired one day? Needs a nap, not in the mood, ect, so what does he do? I mean, he's got a pair of rowdy Sargents who are more than willing to help Simon out.

Doesn't matter if you write it or not, just wanted to say I really like your work! <3 u buby grill

This is absolutely a fabulous idea, I adore it. And yes I am adoring getting asks. So I give you technically the next part. Aka Baby boy Simon gets the spoiling he deserves

Simon sat curled up on the couch of his captain, in one of Price's oversized shirts, just resting, not asleep but not fully awake.

Everything was a bit much, all the paperwork and missions, he just needed a relax, to drop the reins and be ordered gently. And preferably have something in his mouth.

Unfortunately Price was just not up for it today, not in the headspace to Dom. Which was annoying but it was what it was. Simon wasn't gonna be a dick and push boundaries.

He was just curled on the couch, while Price was out looking for Gaz. Gaz had accidentally walked in on them twice and knew of their arrangement, and considering some things he had said, they reckoned he'd want to be involved.

Although Simon couldn't imagine the awkward convo that was going down. Because he doubted Price would just say “Hey Garrick, do you want your lieutenant sucking your dick? Cause he is wanting to sub, but I'm not in the mood.” As funny as it would be.

Simon blinked as he received a text, picking up his phone, to look at the message from Price.“Do you want Soap too? Gaz knows he has the hots for you”

He had to re-read it several times before answering. He knew he should say no, not turn the team into even more of a fuck group then it was becoming. But the thought of those hands in his hair, that Scottish voice praising him, had him sending a thumbs up.

It took maybe five minutes for the door to open and the three men to enter. Price at the front, the two sergeants at the back, and Soap paused, staring at Simon, and it took a minute for him to realise it was because soap had never seen his face.

“Bloody ‘ell LT, ye right Bonnie” and Simon immediately knew his face was flushing from the giggle from Gaz as the sergeants sat on the couch.

It took a minute of awkward silence before Gaz broke it. “Soo.. uh the cap said you're needing some stress relief?...And uh.. you have an.. oral fixation right?”

Simon nodded, having forgot how awkward first arrangements and sex discussions were, it having been years and years since anything was awkward with him and Price.

“Uhm… yeah.. just like …. Subbing …” He trailed off awkwardly. Rubbing the back off his neck, really wishing he had the mask to cover his flaming face.

Soap looked like he won the lottery, with a big grin. “So you like subbing? Like soft or hard Dom. Also are you a brat or like a soft sub” Well at least Soap knew actual terms that gave Simon some hope.

Price cut in before he could answer “He is very much a soft sub, very sweet. Gentle orders get him going, he likes having things in his mouth and praise.”

Simon flushed again, nodding, but was grateful he didn't have to actually say it himself.

Soap nodded. “Okay, easy done. Gaz, you want his mouth on you?”

The man in question nodded, as Soap moved to sit on the floor, before patting his lap for Simon to sit on.

He could already feel the pleasant buzz of dropping into subspace, the way he wanted to follow the ask without question, dropping and crawling to Soap's lap.

The Scot let his hands wander a minute before settling on the Brits hips. “Jesus I've dreamed o’ this, Ghost.”

Gaz sat on the couch, Simon on soaps' lap between his legs. His dark skin was slightly tinted pink, with his eyes eager.

Meanwhile, Price sat back on his bed, looking over the top of his book, at his boy being spoiled. He could already see the tension leaving Simons body.

Simon let his head be tilted up by Gaz, looking at at him through his lashes. “Oh Jesus. Price wasn't kidding, you are beautiful like this.” He murmured, stroking Simons cheeks. “Yeah, you just need to drop the reins a bit? Be cared for like the sweet boy you are.”

Simon gave a soft hum, almost a moan. He was a sweet boy, and deserved this. All stress, and thoughts of his paperwork slowly drifted away, leaving him settled in soaps' lap, and having Gaz’s thumb gently pushed into his mouth.

He sucked on it, hollowing his cheeks, licking the finger tip, prompting a swear from the man above him. Gaz groaned “Bloody hell, Ghost. Can't wait to get those soft lips around my cock”

The finger in Simon's mouth pulled away, as Gaz fumbled his belt undone. When he whined, Soap slipped on of his own rough fingers in, resting it on the tongue.

“Needy aren't you bon?” he murmered slipping his spare hand under the soft shirt, Ghosting fingers over the nipples peaking in the cold.

Simon moaned around the digit in his mouth, letting his head fall against the thigh of Gaz.

Gaz immediately, gently tugged his head up by the hair. “Your mouth all ready for this cock, baby?” He cooed, stroking himself, spreading the precum around the tip, before placing it on his Lieutenants tongue.

He was clearly being super careful, unsure of Simons ability, and that just wouldn't do. Simon moved forward, his nose burying in the soft curls at the base, as it hit the back of his throat. He heard the punched out breath from below him, and Gaz’s breathy swear as his head flopped against the couch.

But barely noticed, already so deep. His one track mind was simply on the warm weight in his mouth, the girth stretching his lips wonderfully, his gag reflex trying to react to the intrusion as he bobbed his head.

The hand on his hips gripped tighter, and he registered Soaps' hips bucking and grinding against his arse with soft moans. Gaz hands were still tugging his hair wonderfully.

He barely registered his vision getting fuzzy and black at the edges, until Price's voice from his bed rang out “Get him to breathe Gaz. He isn't breathing”

He heard an ever so slightly panicked squeak from the man above before his head was gently pulled back by the hair.

Soaps hands moving from his hips to tap his cheek. “Breathe Bonnie.”He coughed slightly, tears streaming his cheeks from gagging.

When he looked up, he met the worried deep brown eyes of Gaz. “You solid?”

Simon nodded, slightly moaning “Solid. We can keep going.” He dove back down, sucking Gaz's balls, using his hand to jerk the length while letting his throat rest a second.

Soaps hips slowly began moving against his arse again, as Gaz pulled him back down to the cock, nearing completion.

“Such a good fucking boy. You take my dick like you were made for it love.” Simons moan around the dick was the undoing of Gaz. The younger man tried to tug Simon off, because you don't just cum down a man's throat with no warning.

But Simon shook his head as Gaz tensed and came.

He pulled off with a vulgar pop, tilting his head back and kissing Soap, watching the mans face as he drank down Gaz's cum.

The hips against his arse stuttered as Soap rutted to completion, burying his face in Simon's shoulder with a moan.

Simon barely registered being picked up and moved to the bed, cleaned up and tucked in. When he really came too, and he was on Prices chest, Gaz's arm across them, and Soaps head on his thigh, he decided this was the best place to be.

[asocialangel]

Your hand holding hcs are so cute!!! :3 if you do a part 3, would you consider doing chigiri, kunigami, and reo?

blue lock - how you hold their hands (pt 3)

Hello lovely ! extremely late, but here it is, the part 3 ! hope u like ittt <3 feel free to request more !

Different ways you hold the bllk’s boys’ hands. 

Hyoma Chigiri, Rensuke Kunigami, Mikage Reo

Short Headcanons ! gender neutral :-)

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Chigiri: with a loose grip

it's not out of laziness 

nor shame 

it's just logical: you guys are always holding hands, so at some point it's gonna be more casual

thought at first you was the one engaging in hand holding cause he was shy about it, especially in public TT

he eventually gave in and now you just do it constantly

he loves it btw, obviously

so whether its walking to the convenience store, trying to get by a crowd or shopping, it's always you on the left, and him on the right

like you have tacit designated spots

same thing it's just out of habit, nun special

chigiri is the type of boy to go for your hand first as much as you do, as in both of you do it equally as much

your relationship as a whole is very balanced, so it shows in these kind of actions

his grips will tighten at some points tho, when you need reassurance, when he tells you goodbye, or just randomly

kinda to say ‘i love you, by the way’

He also does it when he's scared…

(in roller coasters he insists on holding hands and is totally open as to why sksksksks; he's scared asf)

Anyways, holding him feels comforting !

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Reo: with a tight grip

oooh this man is sooo proud of having you

he loves saying ‘you’re mine’, as if the opposite wasn't true

he soooo yours

he's so dedicated to you

this shows in how he holds your hand:

he's always the one going for it

to be fair, you always think about doing it, he just systematically does it faster

and when he holds you, it's with a really tight grip

now, THIS MAN KNOWS ABOUT THE SIDEWALK RULE ⚠️

be assured that he always applies it

unconsciously too

he just wants to protect you uh

nah he's a true gentleman

if you're walking through crowds, he'll hold you even tighter and fray the way into to people, doing all the work for you so you have it easy

Is hand is bigger than yours, ticker too

so if you wanted to escape his grasp, you'd prolly struggle

he holds you tight but his hand is very soft

so it feels so reassuring. 

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Kunigami: his arm resting on your shoulders, holding your hand

look idk how to explain this but i’ll try:

he wraps his right arm around your neck, and holds your right hand with his right hand

(i hope it makes sense)

essentially giving you this sense of protection and presence hehe

first of all you're happy to know that he's not shy about holding you 

and also its so wholesome from him

like how'd he even think of that ?

he did it randomly once day and without a word, it become a habit

in your clingy days, you even sandwich is right hand with your left

it's not the most practical way to walk but it ensures you won't be separated hehe

he never ask before doing it, he just goes for it

he's also the one to decide when you let go

also funny thing, you started to notice he would initiate it if he saw someone stare at you for too long hdjdhwhe

possessive boy

(you are very attractive to be fair).

A\N: trying to stay motivated aaa

[merlucide]

“HE’S LIKE A POEM I WISH I WROTE~”

notes: hurpy birfday my glorirus king @jujutsustraycats 🥹 lov u bunches <3

pairings: Karasu x Gn!reader (male reader in mind)

word-count: 0.9k

warnings: curse words, reader + Karasu are both simps 4 each other and a bit insecure, cheesiness

You can remember that day in great detail.

It was a chilly late afternoon, and you’d forgotten your jacket and naturally, he gave you his. He was a gentleman after all. You and Karasu were friends already, but there was a thick unspoken tension between you both, an ache neither of you voiced, until that cold evening.

It was driving Tabito insane— your laugh, your smile, your eyes… fuck, everything. You were everything to him, he couldn’t imagine a life where you weren’t a part of it. He couldn’t imagine a life without making you his. Tabito had no clue if you liked him like that, his friends, even yours, swore that you did, but he couldn’t believe that. That loud insecurity echoed in the back of his mind—there was no way someone like you could ever like someone like him.

You were just too perfect.

If only he knew how you truly felt.

You couldn’t help but be drawn to Karasu Tabito, hell, how can you not? He’s handsome, well mannered, and funny. Every grandma would approve of him.

His hands were cold, you noticed that when your hands brushed, walking side-by-side after school. His nails were short, probably chewed off, with bits black nail polish peeled off. Those hands of his would lead you to hours of rolling around on your bed and giggling like a little girl, oh how you wanted to hold them, how you wanted to kiss them. His eyes— piercing. How he looks at you is indecipherable. It’s like his eyes are reading the hidden secrets of your soul, not an exaggeration. But they speak a gentleness, an honesty, that you can’t quite understand.

Like a moth to a flame, he draws you in, making you feel the desperate need to uncover every one of his mysteries.

You weren’t sure if the feeling was reciprocated, you sure hoped it was, but there’s no way someone like him would like you. You could spend hours writing your poetry about him, but your words would only linger in the quiet corners of your own heart, never reaching him.

It burned.

Your steps slowed as the chill in the air deepened, making the space between you feel even more palpable. Tabito opened his mouth, as if to ask a question, then closed it. His lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes shyly casted away from your watchful gaze. That wasn’t a common expression for Karasu Tabito.

Though yours wasn’t much different, your fingers nervously fiddling with the zipper of his jacket, wishing to speak as well. If he was ever going to get anywhere he needed to get this out now. He wasn’t sure how much longer of this sweet, excruciating torture he could take. 

Tabito paused, took a deep breath, and looked back into your eyes.

“..I’m gonna’ be honest with ya’ for a sec,” He awkwardly rubbed his neck. “fuck, I’m not good at this stuff… uh, I think, I think I’m in love with ya’.”

Pardon?

“I keep seeing yer face everywhere, even when I close my eyes, it’s annoying. Every time I see that freakin’ color I think of you, it’s getting pathetic at this point.” 

Tabito pops his fingers almost frantically, staring off into the distance. “.. This is probably weirding ya’ out, fuck, sorry. I just, needed to tell ya’ I guess,”

You couldn’t believe it. Did he just… confess? To you? This couldn’t be real, could it?

“…Can we uh, still be friends.?” He clears his throat nervously.

Your heart raced, and for a split second, you didn’t know if you should pull away or lean closer.

Wait, what did he say?

“I don’t remember rejecting you, Karasu,” you respond, yours voice a little quieter, more hesitant than you intended.

Tabito’s eyes widen, disbelief flickering across his face before he steps closer. Honestly, he was unsure whether he was imagining things.

“Wait… seriously?” He asked, his voice softer now, more vulnerable than you’d ever heard it.

You nod, lips twitching into a shy smile, your stomach flipping nervously. You wanted to say more, wanted to scream how you’d been dying to say something this whole time, but the words still wouldn’t come.

For a long moment, everything around you seemed to disappear. The only thing that mattered was the soft, almost hesitant air between you two, thick with everything left unsaid. Tabito stepped closer, close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, the quiet breath of him beside you. His eyes didn’t leave yours, studying you, searching for the truth you’d finally let slip.

You were both so close now, the distance almost unbearable, but neither of you seemed ready to break it. Tabito’s hand shifted, his fingers brushing lightly against yours before pulling back. The action was quick, unsure, but you could feel the tremor in his touch.

You stared at his hand for a moment, the familiar gesture now feeling like something new, something uncertain. Without thinking, you reached for it, your fingers brushing his again, this time more firmly. He didn’t pull away.

It was simple, but the gesture said everything. The hesitation was still there, but so was something else— something warm, a silent understanding between you two.

The moment hung in the air, a quiet promise. You didn’t need words anymore. You didn’t need to say anything else. Not right now.

Tabito took a deep breath, his expression softening just a fraction. There was no need for more talking, no need for grand declarations. You both understood.

And with that, the two of you stood there, side by side, no more need for words as the cold evening wrapped around you both, the air between you quieter but somehow fuller.

RAAAA sorry this is like, cheesy n short n rushed but 🥹 hope ya liked it :3

— also when I was writing I like, read it in your voice 😭 that’s probably why the word ‘fuck’ was used to much LMAOO

Made Dec 17th 2024

[haveateadude]

bleak horizons ii.

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ christmas and hot chocolate

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ depression, family issues, and i think that's it?? it's mostly fluff??

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ why is it christmas you might be wondering... well i don't fucking know okay??😭😭wrote this when i was in another country and it was cold and it reminded me of christmas so i wrote this. anyway. this one is boring as FUCK... just saying. i'm embarrassed about posting this actually. also, i accidentally put this on chat gpt and it gave me more than 10 things i had to fix so. don't get your hopes up LMAO

hope y'all have a great day, night, morning or whatever. take care of yourselves!!!!!!! if u don't you're an asshole.

AND THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON MY LAST POST!!!!!!!!! i love everyone who liked it :)) even just knowing people have read it makes my heart warm. i really thought it would get cero recognition, y'all are amazing <3

(readers mental health gets addressed in the next chapter btw)

(not proofread either, sorry if there's any mistake)

pt1 — pt2 — pt3

i don't wanna talk about anything

i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again

wanna witness your eyes looking

For Christmas, I go to Ellie's house, and I lie to my mother about having too much work. She says it's fine, which weirds me out. I never thought she would say yes. I’m excited and happy to go to Ellie’s house, anyway. This is important, I feel—meeting her family, I mean. She never speaks much about them, but I know she's adopted, and that she gets along with them. She also never met her mother. She says she had her aunt to teach her all that Joel couldn't, like what periods were, how to wash her clothes, and how to paint her nails with her left hand.

I think a part of me is afraid to go because I'm afraid I'll get attached. My mother never taught me what periods were and my father never seemed to know what empathy was. Her family sounds like a dream to me.

"We’re here," Ellie says with a smile on her face as she pulls up on the side of the road next to a white house. It’s got a green lawn, it looks nicely cared for, and a white picket fence. I take a deep breath, I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I think Ellie senses that. She puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it, which feels comforting. "Hey, just know my dad is really fucking chill. It’s just going to be us, and my uncle's family. They’re going to love you, I promise."

"Okay," I nod because I know it and that's what I'm afraid of. I look outside the window. It’s Christmas Eve. It's already snowing. I then stare at Ellie's eyes and smile. I kiss her and when I pull apart I speak. "I don't want to go out, it's cold."

"C’mon, let’s go inside then. I don’t want you to freeze in this car."

I nod and fix my hair in the mirror before I go out. The cold makes me unable to feel my face or my hands, so when I go inside I'm a bit surprised by how warm it is. Ellie makes me hand her my coat and my stuff, and she puts mine and hers aside.

The house inside looks way better than it does outside. The lights are dim, the Christmas tree has colorful lights wrapped around it, and it smells like an apple pie is cooking. It feels like an actual home, and the chimney is decorated with socks, and next to it, on the wall, are pictures of young Ellie.

"You look cute," I tell her, speaking about the photos, as she walks towards me.

She blushes, her ears go red, "Uh, you weren't meant to see that."

"Oh, stop it," I chuckle. "You look adorable.”

"I bet you looked way more adorable than me."

"I looked like a disfigured mosquito with a big ass."

Ellie laughs as her hand goes to my hip, "First of all, if you were a disfigured mosquito—which you're not by the way—I would still like you; second of all, I love your big ass."

"Oh, so that's all you love about me?" I ask, teasingly, slightly tilting my head. "Just my ass?"

I feel Ellie's hands move downwards, nearly gripping my butt, before I hear someone clearing their throat. I'm so red I'm not even a tomato... I probably look like a fucking chili pepper or something.

I know it's Joel because Ellie has a picture of him with her on her nightstand. She looks at Joel as her hands linger on my hips for a second, then she takes them off and walks towards him.

"Joel," Ellie says, hugging him. "Hey, old man."

"Kiddo, you've grown so much."

"I look the same as last month."

"Yeah, just thought it’d make you feel better."

Ellie laughs as she pulls apart. I just stand there, awkwardly behind Ellie. Finally, Joel looks at me.

"Oh, hi," he says, now looking at me. "Ellie has talked a lot about you."

I nod, "Thanks for letting me stay, Mr. Miller."

"Just call me Joel."

"Well," Ellie interrupts. "We're going to my room, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, I'll tell you when Tommy and Maria get here."

Ellie takes our bags, which she insists on doing alone, and leads me to her room.

Her room, it's… so her. Posters of bands cover every inch of her walls, and her desk is stained with paint.

I sit on her bed and look around as she sits next to me.

"I like your room," I tell her, feeling her knee bump against mine. She's so close to me I can feel her breath on my neck. 

"It’s messy, though." She’s looking at me, but I can't dare to look at her. 

I feel guilty for not being at home now, it gnaws at me. Is mom alone? And why do I care? Why do I feel guilt over the person who made me hurt more? She always wants to fight—there's always constant battles between us, battles she always wins. So why do I miss her and why is it hard to accept?

"What are you thinking?"

I chuckle, "It’s nothing."

"Well—alright," she lets the subject the subject slip. She kisses my cheek and then my lips and her hands roam my body. We just make out, though.

Christmas dinner goes fine. Better than I thought it would. The Millers are like a real family, they talk to me like they've known me for years, even though I feel like an intruder in their house. I don't want to be fond of them, or else I'll cling to them like they're family.

Maria and Tommy have a baby and most of the night is spent with Ellie cradling the baby and me sitting next to him. We drink hot chocolate with marshmallows. This is the happiest I've ever been at Christmas.

At night, I leave Ellie's warm embrace to go for a glass of water. I can't sleep, my mind is racing and it won't shut off.

When I go downstairs Joel is sitting at the kitchen table, I don't know what to say to him. Which is okay, because he speaks first.

"Can't sleep?" He asks.

For a moment I think he has confused me for Ellie, because why is he talking to me?

"Yeah," I say, getting my glass of water.

"I won't give the 'hurt my daughter and I'll kill you' talk if that's what you're worried about."

I try to laugh, "Thanks, I guess. You're—you're a great dad."

"Well, you're a great kid."

"Thank you," I answer because I don't know what else to say. He's indeed a great dad. He's funny and nice and caring. I've seen the way he talks to Ellie. Unlike my father he doesn't look at her daughter like he's trying to fix their relationship, therefore their conversations don't look forced; Ellie has referred to me as her girlfriend at Christmas dinner, and all Joel did was smile. It made me want to throw up, even if I felt welcomed.

"Hey—uh, I'm sorry if I approach this in the wrong way… but Ellie has told me that your mother is causing you trouble."

"Yeah," I don't know what to say, again. How do I answer this? How should I feel about this? "She's been a little difficult, but you know. It's the normal mother-daughter fight, nothing to worry about."

"Okay," he nods. "If you want you can talk to me, or Ellie—she's… she's been a little worried."

I hadn't seen that coming. Is Ellie's worried?

"I—I will talk to her. Thank you."

She doesn't want you. She's your friend, she doesn't want you. She will fall in love with you, not your brain nor your scars, and when she finds out about the way you think she'll leave.

I want to say Mr. Miller but I know he wants me to call him Joel—which makes me a little awkward. "I'm going to sleep now."

"Get the rest you need," he smiles. "Leave the cup on the table, I'll wash it."

I wake up being the little spoon.

Ellie has her arms wrapped around me like she's afraid I'll leave. As I slowly open my eyes I can also feel Ellie shifting behind me.

"Morning," she speaks in her morning voice, the vibration of her voice against my neck sends shivers down my spine—in a good way.

I smile, "Hey."

"How did you sleep?"

"More than good. Your bed is very comfortable."

"Yeah," she pulls me closer to her front, "I could stay here forever."

We don't stay there forever, though, because we open presents. It's just Joel, Ellie, and me. Surprisingly there's one for me from Joel, and Maria and Tommy.

Ellie gave me a necklace and a ring, which might seem simple to others but I had been planning on buying it for a fucking long while. It always was out of sale. And the ring had a moon on it.

"Fuck, Ellie," I say as I look at her, sitting on the floor with my legs crossed. "This is amazing, I love this."

"Yeah?" She asks. She's sitting next to me, her legs stretched out, resting her weight on one of her arms behind her. I notice she looks flushed. Her cheeks are slightly more pink than they always are.

I nod, kissing her, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

She chuckles after I give her one last kiss, "Time to open mine now, I guess."

I look at her as she opens what I gave her. It's small, compared to what she gave me. Is just one of the first pictures we took together framed, just after I moved in. I also gave her a white silver beaded bracelet I had made.

"I remember this day," she says, looking at the picture. "I remember I was trying to impress you all day long, you know? I just wanted to make you laugh... and well, you did."

I chuckle, "I did laugh at all your jokes, but I think that's just because I have a very shitty humor."

"I'm glad we share it."

Ellie looks at the bracelet and the framed photo with a tender smile, her eyes glistening.

"I love it," she says softly, as she puts the photo down, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you."

Her words make my heart race, and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"I love you too," I reply, my voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside me. I think this is the happiest I've ever been; I think I'll remember this moment forever.

We spend the rest of the morning together, laughing and sharing stories. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I belong somewhere.

After breakfast, as Ellie and I sit on the couch with our fingers intertwined, Joel comes over with a cup of hot chocolate.

"Merry Christmas, you two," he says with a kind smile, handing us the mugs.

"Merry Christmas," I say.

Alright, yeah. This might be the best Christmas I've ever had.

[ventismacchiato]

42 behind the lens — curtain call !

epilogue

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

It’s at the times between recording scenes where you really get a glimpse at your lover.

His sweat stained hair and tear stained cheeks from a rather intense scene never get old. You were feeling rather fond as he made his way over to you, falling into your director’s chair and heaving a heavy breath. The only one other than you allowed to sit in it.

For a mere moment, you both simply look at each other. You guys were on break so a few conversation topics come to mind, it wasn’t often you guys got to speak as lovers rather than coworkers during work. And while they’re all things you’d like to talk to Scaramouche about, you realize you don’t need to force conversation with him.

There’s a hue of weariness that shows in Scara’s eyes, but you can tell that he’s happy. He’s doing what he’s been striving to do for all his years at university, so of course he is.

You search his dark eyes for his thoughts, too. When your eyes meet Scara’s he let’s out a tired smile.

“I missed you,” he easily says. The words come out easier than they would’ve years ago.

Your heart skips a beat, even years later.

“How? We’ve been working together all day,” you say.

“Do I need a reason to miss the person I love?” Scara scoffs, looking away from you to study the script he brought with him.

It isn’t the first time Scaramouche had told you that he loves you, but it’s never stopped holding the same weight it did the first time he’d ever said it.

It’s a rare type of love. The kind that exists so rarely for people in this industry and that lead lives similar to your guys’.

His loves makes you feel alive everyday. And Scara should know it, you should tell him more often—even if it’s rather dramatic for midday on set for their most recent project. It’s something you’d bring up at night that you two could laugh about in bed. Even if it catches Scara off guard.

But Scaramouche’s love caught you off guard, too, and every second you got the privilege to spend with him was a gift.

And as you stare at him, fiddling with the sleeves of his costume and eyebrows scrunched as he mouths his lines, you couldn’t help but feel your heart grow heavy.

“I suppose you don’t,” you reply, a minute too late, but Scara still chuckles at your response as he tosses the script aside.

“What? You’re not going to say it back?” he teases, “And I thought I was the emotionally constipated one.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, hitting him on the shoulder, “I love you, too. I guess.”

“Archons, you’re worse than me.”

“No, you were much worse when we were younger!”

“It was hot and mysterious when I did it.”

“Uh huh, just go back to set I’m sick of you.”

“Weird way to say you agree but okay.”

“Go!”

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୨⎯ THE END ⎯୧

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev

author’s notes — and that’s a wrap folks! hope the ending wasn’t awkward i just wanted it to be short and sweet. anyway, thank u to everyone who read and kept up with this fic, means a lot to me that this blew up as it was smth i wrote for myself. if ur rereading this or are a reader in the future ty to you too! i appreciate the silent readers, anons, and ppl who left me sm cute comments and reblogs. u guys made writing it more fun and easier to ignore the not so nice ppl. i cant reply to everyone but just know i do read every ask and comment i get! i do hope to see u guys in my notifs in the future even if i don’t write for genshin anymore, but if not then i’m glad you gave my writing a chance <3 have a great day/night byebye

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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[user500269]

chilchuck tims x bimbo! reader x laios touden

summary: how your poly relationship with your little lock picker and blond himbo would start<3

wc: 1.6k

content warning: sfw (for once???), looottts of fluff

author's note: surprise!! i'm writing both lmaoooo bc i love writing sm u guys. also i saw @ququoquaw post about how they wanted more laios x reader and laios x chilchuck, so here's all of it combined teehee!! hope u enjoy !!

(alt nsfw ver. here)

it was a slow day in the dungeon today that you all decided to just set up the camp and retired for the night. you, laios and chilchuck were the only ones up, playing cards around the warmth of the fire.

"i won again," chilchuck chuckled, already anticipating his win. laios threw down his cards in defeat while you gave him a little applause, yawning quietly.

to be honest, you were already dozing off mid-game. chilchuck and laios were the real night owls. you just had fomo and didn't miss out on the fun with the "adults".

"you feelin' tired, (name)? wanna head to bed?" chilchuck cooed, pushing off his knees to stand up. he noticed the way you were eyes would close for a second to doze off every time you blinked.

"mmnn...i dunno," you yawned even bigger this time, cupping your mouth with both of your hands.

"c'mon (name)! you gotta stay up with us, we're gonna have so much fun!" laios chuckled, shaking you awake. you gasped, trying to keep your eyes as open as possible. but you only had the energy to slump against laios' shoulder.

chilchuck stifled a laugh. you reminded him of his kids when they tried to convince him they weren't tired. "no, i think someone sounds a little tired," chilchuck walked over to kneel in front of you, brushing away the hair that fell over your eyes with two fingers.

"nu-uh..." you whined, rubbing at your eyes. "'m awake, chi." you were so not awake right now. it was way past your bedtime and you couldn't even bother to open your eyes.

"okay, okay, we're bringin' you to your room, squirt," laios nodded, lifting you into his arms. your arms and legs were securely wrapped around his body, your face stuffed into his neck.

"'m not a squirt, jerk," you mumbled, landing a weak punch against his back.

they both laughed at your deliriousness, placing you in the warmth of your bed, cocooned your blanket. "she looks like a caterpillar," laios slapped a hand over his mouth, hiding a loud laugh.

chilchuck didn't say anything in response, but his shoulders were shaking from laugher.

you were almost asleep, your arms splayed out on the bed and your head lulled to the side. you were breathing shallowly, feeling sleep slowly overtake you.

"alright, time for another round, chil!" laios silently ushered chilchuck towards the door, but a hand wrapped around chilchuck's wrist. the boys looked down at you with your eyes still closed, tugging his wrist towards you.

"can you guys stay 'n sleep with me?" you brought chilchuck's hand against your cheek, nuzzling against it. both boys had a fat, soft spot for you. like they could never resist you when you asked for something.

laios didn't understand his feelings at first. he thought he had some sort of "brotherly obligation" towards you like falin, but he quickly realized it was a lot different than that.

chilchuck, on the otherhand, was in denial for so long. he just thought you were ditzy and clingy. he didn't have the energy to deal with you at first. plus, he didn't even have any desire to date anymore. unfortunately, there were many times when you could be stupidly cute like this.

"y-yeah...we can. right, chil?" laios rubbed his neck awkwardly, looking at chilchuck for approval.

chilchuck bit his inner cheek in contemplation, looking down at the way you were leaning against the back of his hand like a puppy. "yeah, we can," he nodded, giving laios the same look.

they'd be so awkward slipping under your sheets, laying on either side of you to sandwich you in the middle. they kept a reasonable distance, not too reasonable since the bed was small and laios was a giant in comparison.

it would be so quiet. your eyes were still closed but your heart was racing. even if you opened your eyes, you wouldn't be able to see anything since it was so dark. you just laid there with your hands clasped on your chest.

"ummm...." laios started, cutting the silence. "am i taking up too much space?" he was nearly falling off the bed, just balancing on the edge of the mattress.

you pulled him closer towards you and chilchuck. "c'mere, lai," you nestled yourself safely into laois' chest, while pressing your back against chilchuck's chest. you could feel both hearts beat rapidly along with yours.

"thanks," laois mumbled, carefully putting an arm right above your head on the extra space of the pillow. his free arm was loosely wrapped around your head as he lightly patted the back.

chilchuck would grumble something about wanting more attention, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

he was so close that you could feel his breath tickle your ears. it made you feel so tingly. "is this okay?" chilchuck pouted with puffed cheeks as you nodded, flushed. "i think it's time for us to sleep now, hm?" he rubbed your hips softly, lulling you to sleep.

"sweet dreams, (name)," laios hugged you tightly, ruffling your hair gently. chilchuck would be already asleep and laios would lay awake thinking about how small you felt in his arms.

the next morning, you and chilchuck would be well-rested, looking like babies fresh out the womb. laios would have the deepest dark circles, devoid of any rest.

"slept so well!" you were already sitting up, stretching out your arms with a hearty yawn. "what about you two?" you looked at them expectantly.

"that's good to hear. i slept like a rock honestly," chilchuck chuckled, combing through your messy strands of hair. "can't say the say for him though," he looked down at the way laios was trying to hide under the blankets from the bright rays shining through your window.

"uuuughhhhh....." laios whined, stuffing his face deeper into the pillow.

you pouted at his sorry state, lifting the blanket to reveal a very tired laios. "aw, you didn't sleep so well, did you lai?" you frowned, carding your fingers through his blond locks.

"no. i was too scared that i was gonna roll over and kill you in my sleep, so i just stayed up all night," he groaned, clutching his throbbing head in a tight grasp.

you stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with your hands. "you're so silly, lai," you giggled, biting back your smile. "'m tougher than you think," you flexed your arms, patting them lightly with a big smile.

laios looked at you with his mouth agape. he didn't know if it was because of the rays of sun or if you were just naturally this beautiful, but you were extra pretty smiling like that.

"i am so in love with you." he'd blurt out, thinking with his heart and not his head.

you lowered your arm, mirroring the surprised look on his face. chilchuck smacked his forehead, sighing. "what he meant to say is-"

"no, i meant it, (name)," laios cut him off, clasping your hands in his and looking up at you with serious look. chilchuck didn't expect him to be so bold, emotions stirring up inside of him. he didn't know if should add his piece into this mess.

"oh." you looked at him, not a single thought behind those eyes.

"i'm sorry if i messed things up between us, but i just had to tell you. i didn't mean to just blurt it out like that," laios apologized, removing his hands from your hastily.

"no, 's not like that, lai," you put your hands up, shaking your head. "'s just i like chi," you bit your lip, cheeks flushed.

both boys looked at you dumbfounded. one heartbroken, one with an equally flushed expression like yours.

"but i like you too, lai!" you reassured him, placing your hands on his. "i like...both of you," you frowned, feeling embarrassed from your confession.

it's not that you only liked one of them, but both of them. and you were having a hard time choosing which one you wanted, knowing both would be too greedy.

it was silent for a moment, but not for too long. both boys had figured out a way to ease your predicament. one look at each other and instantly figured out a solution.

"well, i like you. and chil likes you too, so," laios started, rubbing his neck.

"would you be open to dating us both?" chilchuck mumbled, his neck completely flushed. chilchuck was familiar with sharing since having kids, but sharing a lover with his best friend was completely different.

it wasn't that he was against it at all, it was just new. it flustered him. knowing he'd be dating both of you if you agreed with their proposal.

naturally, your eyes lit up at their suggestion. "really?" your smile was almost blinding, your cheeks flushed in excitement.

"yeah," the two boys looked at each other, nodding.

your squeal was almost deafening. you wrapped an arm around each boy, pulling them in and kicking your feet under the blanket. the happiness you felt was fathomable.

"you're both mine, eee!" you sung, rubbing your cheek against chilchuck's amber hair. "and you're both each others' too!" you gasped, looking at both boys.

"that's so cool!" you cheered, hugging them both tighter than before.

as tired as laios was, he could only indulge in your happiness. and as much as chilchuck didn't want to admit, you were the prettiest when you were happy.

the entire morning consisted of you goofing off with your himbo + dilf boyfriends !!

[vinaxxo]

Can you write about Bihan having feelings for the reader but doesn't know how to ask her out on a date?

What a cayutie patootie idea! Here you go, hope u like it 🩵

~ KISS THE GIRL (there’s no kissing I’m just referencing the song)

Bi han was never one to have crushes, which was why he was frustrated and baffled by the slightest increase in his heart rate around you.

You’d been a part of the Lin Kuei’s special forces for 3 months, training hard and keeping your own under the Grandmaster’s direct command. While ever so handsome, you found him to be as cold as the cryo in his veins.

You knew you’d stutter around that man if you ever opened your mouth to say anything other than ‘Yes master!’ with your comrades.

Bi han was aware of your weariness in his presence and appreciated the respect you gave him, but he silently wished that you’d be less afraid. The permanent scowl on his good looking features… it’s just his resting face. (Johnny told him he had a resting bitch face, and he took offense to that and froze Johnny’s lips shut.)

Around the spring, flowers bloomed and blossomed in bright cool colors around the compound, sending their sweet fragrances into the morning air. Bi han took notice of a certain flower in particular.

It reminded him of you. Beautiful, bold, and bright, the flower swayed gently in the wind, its coloring identical to your uniform. Bi han thought about asking you to walk in the garden with him, but was at a loss for words when he thought about what he’d say.

Bi han’s brows furrowed as he looked away from the spring beauties, annoyed by his sudden incompetence. He was THE grandmaster for god’s sake, how could he not find it in himself to ask you on an outing?

As if things couldn’t get any worse, you showed up on the path he was on, talking with Kung Lao and Raiden during your break time. Bi han stood in his place off to the side, watching your every move, down to the way you tilted your head when you smiled and used your hands to talk.

As soon as you noticed your grandmaster’s presence, you stopped in front of him and bowed respectfully, greeting him like always. Kung Lao and Raiden nod their heads at him.

Almost immediately, Bi han’s mouth moves before his brain does, a complete rarity for his character.

“Y/n. I must speak with you,” he started before eying the boys to his side, “Alone.”

Kung Lao smirks at you before pulling Raiden along, leaving you to speak with the scariest man you know. What did you do? Were your reps earlier that bad? As if Bi han heard your mental fretting, he crossed his arms and shook his head.

“You are not in trouble, y/n.” He says, but the graveness of his tone does little to settle your nerves.

If only you could hear his heart race.

“Then.. what’s the matter?” You ask politely.

“The flowers have started to bloom…” Bi han holds his mask for a second, as if he thinks it’d fall if he didn’t. He was embarrassed now. How the great grandmaster has fallen, pitifully pining for more of your sweet presence.

“Walk with me in the garden at dusk. If you get hungry, we can visit Madame Bo’s.” Bi han mentally cursed himself for making his request sound like a command.

You hoped your jaw wasn’t on the floor. Had the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei asked you out? On a date? He was staring straight into your eyes, you felt his hard gaze pierce right through you. It would be threatening if he didn’t ask you on a date a few seconds prior.

“Sure—uh, grandmast—“

“Bi han. Address me as bi han.” He interrupted, voice gruff.

“Right. I’ll see you this evening, Bi han…” You say carefully, feeling your cheeks burn and your stomach flutter. You felt like you were more excited than he was, but trust, Bi han is subtly smiling under that ninja mask.

© vinaxxo 2024. Do not use my works for ai, or reposting to different platforms. Thanks for reading <3

[muldermuse]

this is kind of a ramble so bear with me:

thinking about sending two sinners!gator into an absolute tailspin when he shows up to your house to see everything in boxes and your clothes packed up in a few suitcases by the door

he’s like ????? WHAT IS GOING ON WHERE ARE YOU GOING???? and just casually saying “skipping town” and going to kiss him and he’s like ??????

i can only imagine the catharsis of telling him that “there’s nothing in fargo for me, most of the town hates me and the ones who don’t just wanna fuck me, you’re probably gonna marry glenda which will only make everyone hate me even more if they find out i’m the other woman. So I want to live somewhere else. I’m not happy here.” and he obv freaks out

and maybe you’re just going to stay at a friends house while your place gets painted, but maybe leaving was on your mind (it’s easier to sell a house with fresh paint👀), and maybe you wanted to see how serious he was about coming with you…but none of that is any of his business…

i’m usually not an angst girlie but i’m on my period and it’s probably a safer bet to be melodramatic and pick a fight with a fictional man than one i actually know 😭😭

ok this ask made me feral, i felt so ANGSTY writing it

thank u so much for sending it through angel <3

18+ only!! Angst below the cut!! Gator is mean and reader is maybe meaner. They're both terrible people. He calls her a whore, she calls him a lot of mean names. Mentions of smut but no actual smut.

Maybe, this is super far in the future for the two sinners fic or maybe it is not canon. who knows!!! not me!!!

You’re not sure how he found out. You’ve quietly handed your notice in at work and said goodbye to the few in this shitty town you care about. Jenson, Jax and Steve have been ghosted (but you know that they’d all come back with a simple ‘you up?’ text). You weren’t going to tell Gator you were leaving- he didn’t deserve a goodbye. You’d planned to go for 3 months as your place was going to get renovated in that time (you’d been saving up for years to make it more of a home). So, you thought that the months away would be an opportunity to become a new person. A better person. Someone who didn’t fuck pathetic Sheriffs. If anyone looked in; they’d think you were going forever. You’d decided that as soon as you left, you’d block Gator and when (or if) you returned, you’d avoid him like the plague.

The U-HAUL parked in your drive probably gave it away. Or when Glenda saw you filling up your truck and made a snide comment about what you were doing. Or maybe it was when you fucked him 2 days ago he made a passing comment about how empty your home looked. Since then, the entire hall area is covered in boxes filled with your possessions. You try not to let it depress you that your whole life has been packed up in a matter of days. You need a fresh start, you’re moving in with a friend a few towns over and you can be whoever you want to be for a few months. No one there has to know that you’ve been fucking a loser in a relationship for the best part of 2 years. You know it’s him as soon as he knocks on the door, no one knocks as loud as him and other people wait to be invited in. Gator lets himself in as you’re checking your backpack one final time.

“The fuck is all this shit?” He kicks a box that’s in his way and you’re thankful you don’t hear a shatter. “Saw the U-Haul and uh- Glenda saw you fillin’ up. Plannin’ a trip or somethin’?”. He tries to sound unbothered but you know him better than that.

You don’t look at him when you tell him, “Yeah, I’m leaving”. You tell yourself that it’s because you’re checking your backpack but really it’s because you can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and you’re trying to compose yourself before you lose your shit.

“The fuck did you jus’ fuckin’ say?”

“Sorry, I’ll say it slower because you’re a fuckin’ idiot. I am leaving”. You draw out the last three words and stare at him. You can hear your heart thumping in your ears as you try to read the expression on his face. It’s a mix of anger, confusion, and sadness. A soft kiss his pressed to his cheek as you walk into the dining room to check your toiletries box. That’s the only pleasantry you’ll exchange with him today- or maybe ever again.

His boots stomp behind you as he follows you in. “Well, where are you goin’?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m there, Gator. Now you can fuck off back to Glenda and play fuckin’ happy families for the rest of your life”.

“Well- why are you leavin’? You’ve never mentioned this before”. His voice breaks as he speaks, either a sign he’s getting choked up or he’s getting really angry.

You can feel the anger rattling in your chest and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears becomes overwhelming. “Why am I going? Gator, everyone in this town fuckin’ hates me or thinks that I’m a total whore because of your fuckin’ bitch of a girlfriend. Who- by the way, you’re goin’ to marry because you’re too fuckin’ chickenshit to upset your crazy daddy…” You slam your hands on the table and take a quick breath, “Gator- I fuckin’ hate it here, I’m miserable and I can’t do it any longer- it’s killin’ me”.

He’s stood opposite you and fuck, does he look mad. He doesn’t move for a minute but then shoves your boxes off the table and kicks them when they hit the floor. After a few seconds, he kicks them again with more force and slams his hands on the table.

“Yeah, real fuckin’ mature Gator, breaking my shit beca-“

“What about this? What about us?” His voice is more muted than you’ve ever heard it. His breath is shuddering gasps. You’re unsure why it enrages you.

You laugh cruelly, “What us? What the fuck are you talking about? Gator, you have a fuckin’ girlfriend who you’re going to marry.”

“Yeah but when has that stopped you- huh? You can’t put this all on me. You’re jus’ as bad as me.”

He moves to stand in front of you. The energy in the room is charged, usually, when it feels like this between the pair of you, it would end in some angry sex where you’re both trying to dominate the other person but you both know that isn’t going to happen today. 

“You’re movin’ away to be a fuckin’ whore somewhere else... or because you’re jealous of Glenda. She gets all of me and you jus’ get the fuckin’ scraps”. His smile is wicked and his eyes look darker than you’ve ever seen them.

You take a step closer to him, “I couldn’t think of anything fucking worse than havin’ all of you. You’re a pathetic fuckin’ daddy’s boy who’s never won anythin’ in his life”. You get close enough to whisper in his ear, “you’re a fuckin’ loser, Gator.”

You hate how much you want to fuck him in this moment and by the red bloom that’s creeping up his neck; you know he feels the same.

He leaves your home silently. He kicks another box on his way out and you finally hear a shatter. His tyres spin as his car races off your front lawn. 

You should block his number and know that that is the end of this awful affair. 

But you both know that it isn’t.

[viilpstick]

Choose your fighter

No but fr this was way too funny to me bc I realized somehow all of these are my oc x canon and I'm wondering if u think they apply to urs bc if so that's gonna be so funny to me

RAMBLE ALLERT!! I AM BORED. AND YOU GAVE ME SMTH TO DO. RAMBLE AHEAD.

1- Forehead kiss: Viuna

Vil would take his hands place carefully on Yuuna’s forehead and with that give her a kiss in her forehead with his lips curled into a smile, and she doesn’t discourage any bit, she places her hand on his waiting for more than just one kiss. May he forehead be covered in lipstick! She will be willingly to do this sacrifice… But, Yuuna would reattribute whenever he is sat down somewhere not too public, she would stay in her tip toes and “muaw!” his forehead. If he is busy, she will wait on his side; until he turns to her and ask if she needs anything. In my head forehead kisses are a way to display a sweet and somewhat elegant affection <3

2- Neck kiss: Malline & Felcy

Neck kisses are like your face fitting into the person’s neck. You start to smell the intoxicating scent and then place a soft kiss.

When Adeline does it, it means she had a long day. And all that can make her feel better is placing her head in Malleus’ neck, and then her lips curl up into a tiny smile and then: kisses all over his neck marked down by her lipgloss. Of course, the prince won’t let her go until he give her the same treatment, the kisses may trail off to her shoulder, but because she is too damn perfect. Is nothing perverted. Is just a display of lipstick and lipgloss art in your partner’s neck!

For Lacy and Fellow, is more like during a cuddle session. Something that happens when he wake up after a short nap, but, uh-oh! Lacy still not awake. What is he supposed to do? Wait, he found the solution! Why not plant thousands of kisses in her neck until she feels tingly and wake up. Yep, seems about right. He may occasionally bite if she still don’t wake up, but meh. He also does it when she is cooking and he hugs Lacy from behind. Lacy does reattribute? Of course she does. With a devious smile and everything, she does it when they are cuddling on the couch awake. Is sweet in general.

3- Hand kiss; Maizul & Adriano

For wrist kisses is something close to a prank… Wait, let me explain. To take other’s wrist and brought it up to your lips you must make it not seem clear what your first intentions are, maybe you pretend on going to a hand shake and then, a kiss is placed in their hand. How sweet.

Azul would do it quite often with the princess. Every time she leaves work, he can’t forget to knowledge Maizie for her hard work, after all, so he comes up to her and pull her for a hand shake. What the mermaid didn’t expected was her partner to pull up her hand so gently and kiss it and then kiss her knuckles. He could do it a million times, she still would feel dizzy. How or when she does it? Well, a princess like her was taught manners. So, when they go on a date, she kisses his hand immediately, and then she pulls his arm so Azul can get closer for a lips kiss. Young love, hm?

Although, Adriano does not have a canon partner yet. The gentleman is a charmer. He would do it, whenever he gets the chance to hold hands with them. He pulls their hand awhile walking with fingers intertwined and kisses the soft skin of his partner, only to turn to them with a grin and a lovefool look and tease his own partner as if not completely head over heels.

4- The knife thing; Floyce <- Of course

Well, maybe is not an actual knife in the room with us. But the tension has the sound of a clear cut. The tension hangs in the air with a thin rope, to worsen things… Is impossible to not stare at each other’s lips.

Floyd teases, annoys, make Grace’s life ACTUAL hell. But, when she gets mad and confronts him, some switch turns up on him and out of nowhere in the worse moment, in the middle of the silence and staring at each other’s eyes… He gets dizzy at how pretty she is. Of course he has noticed before, but those moments where he can only hear her breath; something changes. Floyd stares at her, as if he just lost his words… Well, not quite, he is more unsure how to deal with the urge to pin her down and kiss her. And his eyes don’t let him hide that. Whoever, when is Grace in his position is a little more hard to know if she wants or not. She doesn’t stare at his lips, she looks to his eyes, Floyd’s eyes. As if encouraging him to have the actual guts to kiss her even when mad. She needs him to do so. And you quite don’t know how, but he does ends up pinning her against a wall and kissing her. The urge needed it’s relief…

feel free to reblog it and give ur interpretation of your oc x canon mah <33 I would love to read it. Sorry, ik its long :,)

[goose-duck]

♡Our World♡ (pt. 4)

Killer x Reader

Killer from One Piece is in our world and meets u :D

In this part Killer learns more about you and comforts you

Pt 3 Pt 5

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Sensitive/suggestive chapter

Y/N has bad parent relationships

Y/N also severely needs a bath so Killer makes them have one, it's cute and fluffy :]

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After our soft exchange I get a bit flustered, backing away from Killer a bit and covering my flustered face behind my hands. He giggles at me a bit, gently reaching out to pull my hands away from my face. I sputter out flustered words, not making much sense. Killer holds my hands, his wide smile seeming softer than usual, a look he's given me often since coming here. I smile at him too, my smile being a little lopsided due to my embarrassment in professing such deep feelings to a man I just met. His face is a little flushed too, he'd said the same words as me, I suppose he's also flustered.

He lets go of my hands and sets one of his hands on my shoulder and rubs it a bit, “you've made my time here thus far amazing…let's continue that, yeah?” I nod at him, “yeah..” I then pull away from him a bit more, not in a way that makes him feel like I want to be away from him, but more in a I just want to move way. He takes his hand of my shoulder and watches as I go to the den and sit down, him soon following. I sit on the small couch and he joins me. We're both sitting on opposite ends but it's small enough we're still right beside each other.

I reach for the remote and turn the TV on. Killer looks a litter confused and looks over at me. I look back at him, realizing he probably doesn't know what a TV is, “oh..uh…this is a TV, I'm just gonna leave it on as background noise if that's okay..?” He nods, “that's fine.” He's proud used to background noise on the ship, so many people, someone's probably always talking. I pull out my phone again, just playing some games on it. Killer watches the TV for a bit until One Piece comes on and I quickly change the channel. He gives me a slightly annoyed look, giving enjoyed the channel he was watching. I give an apologetic look, “sorry, that's the show you're from…” “I thought you said it was a book?” “it is.” “books don't move.” “this book does.” he nods at me, giving a look like I'm crazy but ultimately moving on.

It's just the weather channel on now, he seems entertained for a bit before getting bored and looking over to see what I'm doing. He snickers a little seeing how focused I am on my phone, “what're ya doing?” he asks. I don't look away from mt screen for even a second and my talking is slow, I'm clearly more focused on my phone than the conversation, “game. rythum game. new high score.” I say, only getting one or two words out at a time, very focused on winning. He's a bit confused but he understands I find whatever I'm doing important so he patiently waits for me to finish before trying to talk to me again.

Eventually I mess up and the game finishes and I let out an annoyed sigh before putting my phone down and looking over at Killer, “sorry…was focused..” he gives me a soft look yet again and says it's fine, “so, got anything to around here?” he asks. I shrug, “I'm usually just on my phone..” he gives me a worried look before shaking his head, deciding it's probably not possible to change that by just telling me that's not good. He looks around a bit before spotting the shelf he was looking at when I gave him the tour. I also look over, wondering what he finds so interesting about it. He lets out an almost nervous noise before asking, “so…what's with the burnt out faces on this picture..?” he seems to know it's a touchy subject as he walks over and points at a picture of me as a baby with two other people, their faces burnt out of the picture. I freeze up a bit, not expecting that question at all.

I'd had a bit of a rough upbringing, many had it worse but that doesn't make my situation good. I clam up at the question, closing in on myself a bit, without thinking making myself smaller, pulling my knees up to my chest and looking at my knees. Killer sighs, knowing he'd asked something I wasn't ready to talk about. He walks over to me and puts a hand on one of my knees, “I'm sure your knees aren't that interesting…sorry for asking…I won't bring it up again.” I look him in the eyes, mine full of tears and his full of worry. He rubs my back with his free hand, trying to calm my shaking and stressed breathing. I reach out for him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck and trying to hold my tears in. “you're allowed to cry…it's okay…” he whispers noticing I'm doing everything I can to hold back my tears. I let out a whimper, tempted to cry but not being able to do it, “I can't…it's…I don't know…I just…can't..” “why..?” he asks quietly, hugging me back now. “I can't cry in front of other people anymore…” “do you want me to leave?” “no.” he hugs me a little tighter, rubbing my back in a soothing manner.

After a few minutes I get my breathing under control and everything soon follows as I calm down. I let out a heavy sigh, I can't just never talk about it…it'll continue to kill me if I can't get out this pain, have someone hear me even if they don't understand. “my parents, those are my parents in that picture.” Killer stiffens a bit before relaxing his muscles and nodding, allowing me to continue. “I burned their faces out of that picture…I look adorable…they however…are disgusting.” I talk as if they were physically ugly, they weren't, they were considerably attractive, however to me they were the most ugly, disgusting people I'd ever seen. Killer nods again at how I described my parents, ‘disgusting’, what'd they done to make me call them that?

I start my exposition, pulling away and telling him of my childhood. I sit back on the couch, leaning back and putting my feet up on the couch. Killer sits on the floor beside me, offering me some comfort by holding my hand closest to him and rubbing the palm with his thumb as he always does. “my parents kinda sucked…definitely not the worst…but that doesn't mean they were good either…they had a lot of money yet they considered me a waste of their money. That was super not cool of them…um…wow I'm bad at this…” he gives a soft look, “it's okay, I'm no better at talking about my past…though I don't think I'll have tp tell you it myself.” I nod at him, “yeah, I read you and Kid’s backstory.” he looks a little sad when I mention Kid, he probably misses him, they're separated by universes, that's gotta be rough. I squeeze his thumb in my palm a bit as some silent comfort, not knowing what to say in regards to that. He gives me an appreciative look in return.

I then continue on with the story of my childhood, about how my parents used to ‘punish’ me then ‘apologize’ by buying me expensive things. Killer seems to understand, not from personal experience but on a human level how it'd feel. Once I finish up I've emotionally exhausted myself and start to feel physically tired. Killer notices this and squeezes my hand a bit, “wanna take a nap?” he asks calmly. I nod at him, “I don't really wanna get up though..” he nods back and picks me up, walking to my room…or..our room now, since he decided he's staying in there with me. He lays me on the bed. I look around a bit and see where he's put his new clothes, neatly folded and set on the chair I have in the corner of my room.

I get under the blankets and get comfortable. He looks at me and asks, “you want the curtains closed?” I shake my head, too tired to really care, I could probably sleep through someone shinging a light in my eyes right now. He gives me another worried look seeing how exhausted I am. He was about to leave and let me sleep, but he pauses at the door. He turns around to look at me, I'm already asleep. His concern only grows further seeing me so tired. He decides to stay with me in case something happens. He lays beside me on the bed and puts a hand on my hip, rubbing it gently. He watches me intently, observing every feature yet again. He smiles to himself before pulling against him like he had the night before, holding me close. “I'll be here for you…” he whispers to my sleeping form, kissing the top of my head before deciding to join my nap and allowing himself to fall sleep.

A few hours later he wakes up, needing to use the washroom. I've got myself wrapped around his arm so he slowly wiggles his way out of my grasp. It's early afternoon now. Killer looks out the window and smiles seeing the calm green environment, very different from the life on the sea he's grown used to. Killer walks to the washroom closest to the bedroom. He opens the door and walks in. He'd seen Y/N turn on lights already so he knows what to do, flicking the switch and squinting his eyes at the bright light, opening them slowly as he gets used to the intensity. He looks around the washroom, there's a tub shower combo, a sink with cabinets under it and a mirror above it, the toilet beside the cabinet in a small crevis.

After doing his business he washes his hands, looking around at the many soaps and trying to decide which one to use. They all look the same, they're all the same scent…why the hell does Y/N have so much of the same soap?? He giggles at their strange washroom quirk and just goes with the closest soap.

He then looks up in the mirror as he dries his hands on the hand towel. He looks at himself a bit, observing his own appearance. He definitely needs to shower. He now feels bad for sleeping in Y/N’s bed while being such a mess. He then thinks about them a bit, they aren't in much better condition…maybe he'll suggest bathing to them once they wake up.

He hears the bedroom door open and Y/N stumbles into the washroom, bumping into Killer the second they open the door.

I look up and see what I've bumped into, it's Killer, oops…should have knocked first. He gives me a confused look before relaxing. “Hey, Killer..” I mumble tiredly, still groggy, having just woken up. “Hey, Y/N…uh…you think maybe I can use your shower..?” he asks a bit awkwardly. I look at him like the mess I am, “I need to use my shower…it's been days…” he looks at my barely awake form, leaning against the door frame to hold myself upright, “can you even stand to have a shower..?” I give him a slightly offended look, knowing he's right. I sigh, “I'll have a bath then..” now he's worried I'll drown, “tell me if I'm being invasive…but can I stay with you..? I…I don't know if you can be left alone in here.” he says in a concerned tone. I laugh but tell him he can if he gets some clothes for us. While he leaves to do that I get undressed and fill up the tub, getting in.

Killer returns with only his clothes, I give him a look, “where's my clothes?” “I don't know where you put them so I just brought some more of mine…” “you didn't see the clothes pile?” “that's what that was? Those are clean clothes?” “yeah?” he seems disappointed in me, giving me a look as if I'm the most pathetic thing he's even laid eyes on. “we’ll deal with that later…would you like me to grab you some clothes from that pile or do you just wanna wear mine?” he inquires. “I'll wear waht you brought me, though it'll probable be a bit big I can manage.” I respond confidently. He nods, finally looking over at me and turning a bit red but ultimately controlling himself. I on the other hand plan to torment him, “like what ya see?” I tease. He blushes more opening his mouth to object, ending up just closing his mouth and nodding. I laugh a bit before asking if he's gonna join me, he just about dies but agrees to.

“your dirty clothes, put them with mine, I'll put them in the wash later.” I instruct and he nods, doing as I told. He’d put the clean clothes on the counter with my soap collection when he'd first returned to the washroom. As I see his toned body my face gets warm, he notices and snorts before coving his laughter and using my own line against me, “like what ya see?” I start giggling and he joins. I nod at him and whistle, “come here, Kill! Don't just tease me!” I joke. He laughs and gets in the tub with me. We're both sitting on opposite ends with our knees pulled to our chests, it's a bit awkward and makes it hard to get cleaned so to change the mood I bring up the soaps. “which soap do you wanna use?” “they're all exactly the same?” “I have some shampoos…” “are they the same scent?” “maybe…” “Y/N.” “Killer.” Kille sighs and I laugh, “yeah, yeah, it is, it's all the same secnt..” he puts his hand over his face as if ashamed of me.

I grab one of the shampoos, something else I've made a collection of, and I hand it to him. He takes it from me and gives it a look as if it's got something wrong it. I don't think he thinks the shampoo is the problem, I think he thinks I have a problem…quite frankly I agree. He then grabs my arm and pulls me onto his lap, my back to his chest. “close your eyes.” he speaks gently, holding me in place on his lap in a way that isn't overly forceful. I accept whatever's going on and close my eyes. He moves me a bit so I'm not as close and he puts some shampoo in my hair and begins massaging it in. My initial shock changes to a relaxed feeling, enjoying this a lot. He's very gentle and thorough. He then lays me back a bit so my hair is in the water and he washes it out. “there, your hair is all clean.” he says kindly, rubbing my thighs a bit as something to do with his hands. I turn my head to look behind me and smile at him, “thanks Kill, but maybe warn me before you to that next time?” he seems happy at the idea that there will be a next time and nods, “okay.” he says patting one of my thighs before grabbing a wash cloth and some body wash and cleaning my body for me too. “warn me before you do that too!!” he giggles at me a bit and kisses the back of my neck, “I'm gonna clean you now.” he says, almost taunting. I can't help but let out a quiet snort, allowing him to continue.

Once he finishes up with me he sets me on the opposite end of the tub again and starts cleaning himself. I stop him by grabbing his hand, “can I help?” he nods, “yeah, but only with my hair.” “but you cleaned my body too?” “I think I'll die if you touch my body like this” he responds, his face noticeably red. I giggle, “alright, only your hair then.” he nods and returns to washing his body, trying to ignore that I'm there. I wasn't really watching him, not intentionally at least, I'd started to zone out after a while and ended up just staring at him a bit. Once he's done he grabs the shampoo and tries to hand it to me but I'm in my own little world. He taps my shoulder and I flinch, suddenly brought back to reality. I quickly look ever at him then at the shampoo bottle and let out a nervous laugh before taking it from him. He turns around so I can wash his hair. I do my best but he has a lot of it so it's hard. Even though I wasn't great at it, when I'm done Killer seems happy with me. “good job.” he says, patting my head gently. I smile at him, “thanks, I try!” he snickers then puts the shampoo back where I'd grabbed it from earlier.

Killer soon gets out of the tub, grabbing a towel and drying himself. I stay in the tub and just watch him, getting a nice view of his ass from where I am. I whistle at him, prompting him to turn around and give me a joking glare before returning to drying himself. He doesn't get dresses immediately after, instead picking me up and setting me down outside the tub and handing me a towel, “your turn.” he speaks in a teasing tone, ready to give me the same treatment I gave him. He watches me dry myself, complimenting my body every once in a while. I'm flustered but I feel good, his compliments started off joking the got more genuine, it's nice to have someone do something other than put down my body for once. Once I'm dry he pulls the plug from the tub drain and we watch the water drain from the tub, I enjoy watching the little whirlpool it makes. Killer lets out a small chuckle at my mundane interest.

Killer then gets dressed, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans and per usual. I put the shirt on he brought for me and it definitely covers my body. I look at the pants and just hand them to him, leaving to my room to grab some bottoms to wear. He laughs at this, following me to see what I grab. I just grab some shorts and undergarments, quickly putting them on then giving Killer a fake confident look, “I look great.” he seems to be more serious about me looking good though, “you're right, you do..once my clothes are washed you should wear my shirt.” he suggests, wanting to see me in something that's truly his. I nod at him nervously before leaving to get our dirty clothes. I grab them and our towels and take them down to the laundry machine, and put them in, turning the machine on and returning to Killer. He decides not to ask how the clothes are going to get cleaned in the basement, not overly caring as long as it gets done.

I walk into the kitchen to get a snack, making a sandwich. Killer stops me after he sees my ingredients, knowing immediately I'm making a sandwich. He holds both my wrists to stop my sandwich making activities. He then let's go, putting a hand on my waist and pulling me away over to the dining room table and making me sit down. “I've got this.” he tells me, immediately getting to work on making both meand him some sandwiches. I watch him work, it's almost mesmerizing how good he is. He finishes up, putting the two sandwiches on plates and brings one over to me and sets the other where he'll be sitting. He then goes to my fridge, “what do you want drink?” he asks, looking back at me expectantly. I tell him what I want and he grabs it, deciding he’ll have the same. He pours two glasses then puts it back in the fridge, walking over with the two cups. He sets one in front of me and one in front of himself.

Killer finally sits down, look at the plate and cup he grabbed, both are blue. I smile to myself about this, blue, it's his colour, was this intentional? I look at my plate and cup, they're both my favourite colour…he really thought about this…or it's just coincidence. I look over at him to see him looking at me. He quickly looks away, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite. I giggle a bit, grabbing my sandwich and taking a bite. It's amazing, the best sandwich I'd ever had in my life, “this is really good.” I compliment him before excitedly taking another bite. He smiles at me, swallowing the food I'm his mouth, “thanks…only the best for you.” he jokes a bit at the end but it feels almost like he's just telling me the truth. I smile as I eat, every bite is perfect. I wouldn't mind if he always made food for me.

[marky-iplier]

pls... eric derekson,,,,,,,,,,,

my baby boy needs some recognition man

Hello! I'm so sorry for the very late reply but here u go!

Beautiful Stranger (Eric Derekson x reader)

This small shot is inspired by this song :3 Enjoy!

I was in my last semester of college. The amount of essays I needed to do was spinning my head, so I decided to go to the nearest cafe to chill my head a bit. Perhaps, a fresh latte would help me freshen up on this cloudy day.

Cling

The smell of coffee was tickling my nose, the smooth jazz from the speaker had already calmed me down, a tiny bit.

"An order for Merlin!" The barista shouted. There were only four customers there, but my eyes caught on this one man while reading a book and sipping his coffee. Round glasses with leaf patterned shirt. He looked… cute.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. Can I take your order?" the barista asked. That caught me off guard, and I put my attention back on the menu, even though I already knew what I was about to order. But, my mind was changed when I knew they had a special pastry on that day, it could go well with my latte.

"Good afternoon. I'll have a medium latte and the fallin' pumpkin pastry." I looked back at the man and he was smiling. My heart dropped when that happened, "I see. Would you like to have them here or to go? Also, a hot latte or cold latte? Would you add sugar too?"

God, I needed to pay attention. The man kept distracting me, "I… Uh… will have them here. Hot latte because it's pretty cold outside and no sugar, please."

"What's your name for the order?"

"Y/n." The barista tapped something on the screen while I tried to resist the feeling of looking at a certain someone, "I see, that'll be $6.75. How would you like to pay?"

"Cash, please." I opened my wallet and reached for my $10 bill, handing it to them. They smiled and gave me the changes.

"You may take a seat and we will call your name."

"Thank you so much." I turned my heels and tried to pick a seat out of many empty ones. Should I sit near him? He was sitting at the table facing the front window which was also one of my favorite spots in a cafe.

Fuck it. I walked towards an empty stool beside him, well, just one stool away from him, and sat down. When he lowered his book, I made eye contact with his brown eyes. My heart was beating faster than before but I tried to keep it cool. My lips formed a sweet smile as a way to greet but he didn't say anything but returned the smile, then continued reading his book.

My mind tried to overthink that quick moment, was the smile an uncomfortable one? It didn't seem like one. God, I should've taken the seat here. There were plenty of empty seats. And I-

"I… I like your cardigan. It's cute," …oh? =

Those two sentences stopped the overthinking. I smiled shyly, "Thank you. I… Well, it's homemade. I crocheted this myself. It's one of my hobbies." He looked in shock and impressed.

He put down the book and took another look at my cardigan, "Wo… Wow. Do you… Happen to sell them? I… I love some homemade sweaters," he replied.

I thought for a moment, I never really intended to sell my crotcheted stuff. Not many people appreciated it but my grandma, "I… I am not sure. Maybe, would you… like to be the first customer?"

"Yeah. I… I'd love to. You did great with your cardigan and I… I am willing to pay a high price for it."

I smiled, "Thank you. I appreciate that a lot."

"You're welcome." Then, there was silence. It wasn't an awkward one oddly, something about his presence near me was already lovely to me. A man that I just met a few minutes ago also seemed to enjoy it too, perhaps the atmosphere of the cafe could be the reason?

.

The silence lasted a minute later and I didn't feel awkward at all. No one of those coughing expressions. Just us, together.

"An order for Y/n?" That broke the silence together. I looked at him,

"I… I should grab those. Are you going to leave soon? I'd like to… Get to know you more." The empty mug of what it used to be coffee usually meant he was leaving. It saddened me honestly.

"Unfortunately, I do. I'm so sorry. I'd like to get to know you too. My… Friends needed me."

"I see. Well… Uh… It was nice talking with you," I said.

He smiled and grabbed his book, "It… It was nice talking with you too. Have a… a nice day." I watched him leave in front of me. My heart ached, I got up from my seat and went to grab my order. The pastry looked tasty, wait… Shoot, I forgot to ask his name and he already left with his car!

[hotluncheddie]

got a couple snippets for you since you asked!!!!!!! i havent worked on this in like. a week cuz ive been sleepy but i did a little editing (let my bf who is a teacher (like gators bf!!!) look over it for me and he was Very disappointed to see that i had accidentally written ‘heaved himself heavily’) :3 but the stupid ask box thingy wont let me use italics so i had to put /…/ >:(

“Play-pretend?”

“Uh-huh. Like, I’m the housewife and I’ve been so busy, cooking and cleaning all day. And you’re the husband, Daddy. You-” He starts shifting his hips again, breathing hard, but this time you intend to let him. His voice is pitched up ever so slightly, and he tries out a feminine, almost transatlantic tone as he talks, “You just got home from work and you’re just so tired that we can’t possibly go all the way to the bedroom to make babies.”

You groan wetly against his cheek, and he leans in close to whisper in your ear.

“We gotta do it right here, on the table.”

Too much. Gator’s several years younger than you, and manages to flawlessly make you feel precisely how old you’re getting. If he keeps going, you’ll come. And you will not get hard again. And then he’ll sulk, and play with one of his oversized, brightly-coloured toys in the bedroom while you sit downstairs watching reruns of Top Chef.

“Puppy. /Puppy…/” You warn when his hips speed up and provide more friction against your own khaki-clad cock, “Maybe another night, okay? Daddy’s too sleepy to play-pretend right now.”

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Your body feels like it’s made of styrofoam. You swallow.

“You missed Daddy that bad, honey? Should’a called me while I was having lunch. Daddy could have helped you stuff your hole.”

“Both of ‘em,” Gator giggles cheekily, “Do it more’n ya think, Daddy. You just- You’re always too tired to play, so I take ‘em out while you’re sleepin’.”

“Yeah? Tell Daddy next time, Gator,” You tell him sharply, emphasising his point with a push at the plug which startles him, makes his whole body twitch and his cock jump, drooling pre-cum onto the bedsheets.

He breathes out a soft /M’kay/, awkwardly trying to stay upright while he removes his briefs all the way. You pet, gently and lovingly, at his asscheeks, thumbing over the raised horizontal scars that start on his upper thighs and travel all the way to his waist, cooing gentle, praising words at him.

You think about the first time Gator had taken his clothes off in front of you, how you’d asked him if ‘Moonck’ gave him those licks, the way his eyebrows furrowed as he told you /Naw, football accident/, then huffed wetly and said /My dad…/ and asked you to touch them, to love them, to put your fingers on them while you were inside him. And you had, of course you had. You would do anything to take away those furrowed brows, that wobbling lower lip, the way his scarred eyelids drooped so sadly.

- 🐶

im,,,, 🥺😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 he so!!!!!

ugh im so exited for this - sweetest boy, loveliest little baby omg omg 💝🐶🥺✨❤️

just ugh, his daddy and his sweet horny mind, coming up with stories and fun things to do!!! and his scars!!! :( baby deserves the world, im obsessed with this cant wait to read it, or read any more if u want to share <3

and both holes stuffed ugh! please tell me he's a plump, round, cute puppy!!!

*heaved himself heavily tho omg thats funny hehe

[bonesandthebees]

omg OMG dont even get me STARTED on honey and tangerines

i've genuinely been meaning to reread it this summer, THAT FIC IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS IN THE WORLD... THE VIBES-

like okay yes almost all of ur fics are my fav in the world, but honey and tangerines hits DIFF man

i started that fic thinking the main conflict was going to be crimeboys, and then angelduo came in with a sledge hammer holy shit

dude. that convo in chapter eight SMACK CAMMED ME SO HARD

like

i remember reading the summary and being like "ooo!! skateboarding", i didnt even clock how the part with phil could be ominous man like-

oooh boi

[takes a deep breath]

im getting emotional thinking about it rn, i havent read this in so long ohmgyod i miss this fic:(

side note before i get into my full mental breakdown over the ConvoTM, i never wanted to learn how to skateboard till i read this fic lmfaoooo

idek why, i was just... never interested, even my bf was like YOO ITS SO COOL and i was like Eh

and then i read this chapter and i was like "... maybe it Can be cool"

brooo BROOO

okay yeah that convo...

i think it's the hardest i've cried reading any of ur fics, normally i tear up and yknow do my whole Pterodactyl screech, but i dont often full blown cry, but holy shit man. Honey and tangerines? I'm pretty sure I bawled.

uh oh im crying again rereading this scene BROO ITS JUST SO WJEAFOIAWEOIRJAWEROIAWEROIWAERJAWEOIJRWAOIERKJLWERJOIWEJWEARIJ

ow

im in pain again

anYWAYS

god this fic is actually the greatest fucking thing in the world i love it so much bee u have no idea bro i adore it to my core :(((

i dont know how to describe it but ooohh my goodness

i just :(( idk i love indie vibes a lot

like... one of my favourite movies is Perks of Being a Wallflower. Indie movies are really important to me bc it just :( it makes me feel like My life will be okay, if their life works out. and... slice of life vibes are just the best

and honey and tangerines is the perfect fic to ever indie vibe, the playlist, the little fluff moments, the climax, everything about it is perfect. i can't describe how perfect it is. i adore it sosoosososososososoosososoo much

i also can... oddly relate to tommy in this fic, more than i thought. my mom didn't have mental health issues but I did have to take care of myself more than I was supposed to when I was younger, and there were a lot of parallels in this fic even though the situations were completely different, that it just... hit a lot harder for me than most fics normally do. especially like... i have a half sibling that i have a super complicated relationship with and crimeboys in this fic almost reminded me of it.

i just :(( honey and tangerines is so so important to me, and it's also just beautifully written, content aside. i love the prose in it. the way you describe everything feels so natural and real. i felt truly immersed. i lose sense of what's around me a lot quicker than i normally do when i read fics. it just instantly grabs my attention.

god, it's written so fucking well.

another way it's affected my life is after i read the laundromat chapter, it gave me the courage to ask my bf to dance w me for the first time. as i've always loved dancing but i've always been super shy about it. but reading that scene just filled me with such joy, that i had to ask my bf, and now it's one of our fav things to do :))

idk man like. wf is the fic that first made me obsessed with your writing. stars is one of the most well written and impressive things i've ever read and heyyy sandduo centric babyyy. also the WORLD BUILDING IS SO COOL. what the water gave me is the fic out of all of ur fics that makes me the most emotional /pos. a dusty tomb is my personal fav comfort fic, it's so fucking cute i love it so much (and the clinic prequel is same vibes as well). ur vamp fics are addicting as hell to read.

but honey and tangerines is the fic that's affected my life the most <3

(god sorry for the long rant, this was not meant to be this long LMAO SFDKAJ)

honey and tangerines was such an interesting fic for me to write because it connected to my irl life in so many subtle ways. I put those nods into my life in a lot of my fics, but honey and tangerines was the one most directly based out of my own life although it was mostly just the concept of having ex step-siblings that I pulled from. I also thought the main conflict was going to be crimeboys going into it, although I knew I wanted a focus on angelduo as well. but then as the story progressed I understood tangerines!tommy a lot more as a character, and his relationship with phil just expanded into so much more. I'm so happy with how it all turned out, and I'm sorry for all the tears I made you shed lol

(this response got long oops so I'm gonna put it under a cut)

you totally get my love of coming of age/slice of life indie movies. I've always been a big movie watcher, and nothing hits quite like a really well done coming of age film. ironically though, the perks of being a wallflower was one I originally wasn't a movie I was very impressed with the first time I saw it. it wasn't until I read the book and then rewatched the movie years later that I was like oh. I think for me two coming of age indie-type films that really hit for me were Lady Bird (because the relationship between Lady Bird and her mom hit very close to home in certain spots for me), and this one called Cha Cha Real Smooth. Cha Cha especially hit for me bc it's about a 22 year old who just graduated college and is trying to figure out where to go now, and I watched it only a few months after I'd turned 22 and graduated college and was floundering for what to do next. so yeah, that one helped me in the same way you described with the whole "maybe my life will work out like theirs" sense.

I'm so glad I was able to capture those vibes in the aesthetics of it all. that was half my motivation for writing it ngl. I just really wanted to try and capture that summertime haze with the descriptions and the playlist and all of it.

I'm sorry you could relate to aspects like those in the fic, but I'm also really glad it was able to provide a source of comfort for you <3

that's so sweet that you asked your bf to dance with you after reading the laundromat scene!! and the skateboarding too is so cute. I'm gonna be honest I do not know how to skateboard nor have I ever had a desire to learn, I just liked the aesthetics of that scene lmao. I hope you've been having a really good time dancing and skateboarding with your bf since though :)

icyfox aaa you're so kind though seriously thank you for all of that. one of my favorite parts about having this 'audience' (for fanfic lmao but it's an audience nonetheless) is hearing how the stories I create for my own joy impact your real lives. like, it's just amazing to me the reach my words can have, and I'm so happy you were able to get so much out of this story. ty for this it made me smile a lot