#i have a vision tho. i can fix it. for me

[cherrycuttles]

trying to be normal but i cant stop thinking about one of my fav rare pairs but only Cupcake and i care abt it and ship it 😭😭😭😭

xmen evolution Scott and Pyro… i love them… theres also Pietro as well but he already gets shipped with both of them seperately and their ships get fan content so

i need someone to understand us💔

[sangunary]

Hear me out, yandere platonic batfam x reader who has a weak immune system, i think the reader will keep her sickness away from the family, her only source of comfort is her friends and for the batfam i think they will go yandere when zeny collapses maybe And then there goes full yandere, like you will be monitored 24/7, strict rule and blablabla

- Your Love Is Too Sweet

Yandere Batfam x Sick Reader

SYPNOSIS: Your family love's you too much to listen to your pathetic plea for the sweet taste of death.

Warning: NOT FOR SENSETIVE READER!

It all began when you were at the ripe age of ten, during school while chasing your friends around the hall your legs gave up on you. Your vision began to blur and saw black patches.

With your little hand you hold onto the wall to support you, the wind knock out of your lungs.

Something heavy was pressing down at your lungs even tho you tried to stood up straight and look up, hoping for more oxygen.

It was so sudden and unexpected, you have been fine and suddenly clutching onto the wall seeking for oxygen. It was a pathetic scene to look at but when it past your friends helped you to clam down.

When you arrived at the eerily haunting manor you called home, you immediately seek for comfort.

"...Dick? Are you busy?"

Your little voice ring out throughout the room. Your last family never listened to you speak, too busy sleeping on the couch or on the ground, their eyelids open in a way it shouldn't be possible.

They were always busy and you ended up having to take care of your baby brother, who wasn't biological your brother but dna meant nothing to a child.

But, you had a new family and your new dad told you to forget so you can have a better future. But you couldn't help but miss them, atleast your mom still listen just she only listen when she took her medicine.

"Sorry, birdie... I have to talk to Kory, go talk to Jay yah? He's at the cave"

Dick with his phone still on his ear, quickly turned your body around and push you out the living room as he nudge you to start walking.

You understand why he was busy with Kory. Lately, Kory doesn't visit anymore...

The last time she visited she went home mad after Barbara mentioned something. You didn't really understand as Damian did cover your ear with his hands, from his expression it seem like a normal conversation but from their body language... opposite story.

After that, nobody mentioned Kory or Dick will cry in his old room, you could clearly hear him apologising and sobbing since your room was next to his.

While picking at your hands you slowly walked towards the entrance of the cave, although you admire your family for prospecting the city, lately you realised how everybody was so disconnected to the family.

It felt like they only have family reunion because it was traditional and not because they wanted to catch up with everyone.

The whole family was indeed present today because Joker escaped from Arkham again... But they all acted like guests visiting their far cousin.

"Jay...? Could you please listen?"

You asked as you sat next to him on the ground, watching up at him fixing his motorcycle.

"Sure, what is it?"

With the opening you began to speak, talking about how you have been feeling under the weather alot.

Sometimes you would wake up and just puke, but you didn't wake anybody up because you felt like it's your responsibility to take care of yourself. Quietly cleaning yourself up and going back to bed.

How you have lost sleep because you kept getting sleep paralysis and how the monster was your biological mother. How she would morphed into this creatures that loves to scream into your ears.

How your mother would carry your baby brother, as their skin began to merged with eachother as you heard bone moving or breaking. It was a hard scene but you couldn't look away.

But, you couldn't do anything but pray to God and go back to bed. You didn't want to burden anyone with your stupid hallucinations.

Jason would replied with 'oh, sucks', 'good', 'hm', 'oh,... He wasn't listening and you just got up and left.

Tim wasn't much help either, the moment you enter his room you always left with atleast three errands from him.

Throw away some paper, get him coffee and tell Alfred that Tim was still in the house so he wouldn't forget to make him dinner as well.

So, you didn't even put him on your list.

He only see you as an errand kid. You doubt he would waste his time to listen to you speak.

"Dad?"

You called for Bruce as you enter his office, filled with pictures so his kids but they felt drain of emotions.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I felt sick today"

"Go tell Alfred, sweetheart"

Right, always Alfred but never him. The supposed father.

You couldn't help but felt a huge Disappointment on your heart.

The best batman, the worst father.

He knew the family was slowly drifting away but he was too busy with joker and ivy to even try to find solutions. Too busy saving the city to even save the family he vouch to protect.

With a heavy heart you left, didn't even seek for Alfred he himself was busy.

Having to collect the broken glasses of the family, trying to tape it back. To have the once lively family back to normal.

Damian, too inexperienced in emotions and his grandfather have been trying to take him back.

Stephanie, she was going through alot and she asked to be left alone.

Cass, you and her have no connection. Knowing that she tried to not scared you by avoiding you.

Barbara, the whole city is on her shoulder she and doesn't have time for kids like you.

Duke, depressed after his girlfriend cheated on him.

Even tho they themselves were heros, they couldn't save themselves from crumbling into pieces.

For year's you have been silently taking medicine after watching videos and self diagnosing yourself.

Cleaning after yourself at night when you had an accident, buying medicine from shady places. You tried everything to fix your body, but barely nothing worked.

You always fell into sickness the moment the season changed, it get abit cold, virus is around and even just from standing too long under the sun.

Your friends were your only source of comfort as they would bring you some sickness pill or even painkiller to stop your stomachache.

Your family was falling apart and your friends kindly took you into each of their family's and treated you like their own.

They were truly God sent. And you were greatful, trying your best to spend as much as time you could with your new found family.

At night while studying you would fall asleep and you prefer to sleep on the cold wooden desk than on your bed. You don't get bed dreams when you're not resting on your bed.

You hated your bed at times, because you always see your brother and mother. Their skin becoming one, your brother sweet voice would turn into one that sounds like a wild animal and a baby shared a voice box.

Your mother or the one from your hallucinations would try to touch or caress your face, but it was drain of affection and emotion.

It felt like metal being dragged across your cheeks, her messy hair highlighting her eyes and the nasty yellow-ish slash under her eyelids.

And your brother body was at her upper waist towards her upper belly, she was never good at holding him. She was always trembling and the amount of black bruises on her arms made her uncomfortable, to the point that she avoids having direct skin contact with you or your brother.

Even without those nightmare, your stomachache was enough to make you squirm around at your bed so you instead always choose to study during any moment.

With drools down your mouth and book still open, you would wake up with a blanket on your body. Somebody did check in on you, which is surprising as everybody in the family were going through dirt.

But one day you collapse suddenly.

It was at the Manor, while looking at the pictures of your family. Everybody was present even aunt katie, a big smile and you in the middle with a shy smile.

Your first day with them, after you lost your world. Bruce gave you a new one, where you can start from the beginning.

But, everything just crumble down into pieces after one year in the family.

Bruce gave you a world that was born to crumble. Everyone were so distant now, even Christmas left like a drought.

You overheard Alfred talking To Bruce about this matter. Telling him on how he shouldn't just watch as his family is slowly breaking into shards, how he would regret is sooner.

Bruce argues that they were just modling out of their shell, becoming a new person. Escaping from his hands and finding their own path.

Alfred told him, no matter how old or young they are they will always be his kid. Kid's that need their Father to help them become into a brand new person, they needed his hands to hold theirs so they won't be afraid to fall.

Bruce was stubborn, seeing himself as the villain in his kid's life. He doesn't want to be involved in their life because he would definitely ruin it, and if that happens there is no point in Batman if he would just be a bad guy to his kids.

After you collapse you woke up to a place that looked like an hospital but looking at the machine hooked up to you was definitely not one.

Several amounts of wire that drilled through your skin to supply you with the essential to keep you breathing, began to felt like machines sucking every cell out of your body.

The cold metal against your back felt like your skin was merging with it and even lifting even a finger sent immense pain through out your body.

You couldn't tell how long you have been laying there but, it had taken a toll on your body.

The familiar scent of medicine and a weird scent of rotting corpse filled your nostril. You couldn't help but cover your mouth and nose to stop the noise but it always remain there.

Your nails were long, lip felt chap and everything felt new. You couldn't move your hand so freely and even struggle to move your left leg.

Beside you Cass was sleeping. Her hand holding your right tightly Like you would slip away like a balloon if she wasn't to hold onto you.

But when you move your leg she jolted awake. Now you understood.

Cass was the one who checked up on you at night, the one to cover you in blanket and left pills when she observed that you have a fever.

"You are awake!?"

She seem delighted, you felt like you could see a ghast of anxiety leaving her body as you tried to speak.

But nothing came out.

"It's alright. Rest. I am here"

She spoke gently, her hand still on yours. The fear you used to phantom seems you disappear. She wasn't so bad afterall.

After your slumber, each of your siblings came in one by one to not put pressure onto you.

Dick was with Kory who smother you with hugs and kisses on her forehead and cheeks, while Dick asked her to not burry you in affection too early as you might still be in pain.

They repatch their relationship because after you collapse and Stephanie found you, Dick went to her seeking for comfort.

He was stressed out about being a cop and w vigilante barely getting sleeps and all the inhuman behaviour he witnessed were hitting him harder. He knew that his previous family was falling apart and he couldn't do anything... And you the youngest being in coma took a devastating toll on him.

But, Kory listen to him, forgave him and help him took care of you.

Jason look alot better as well. Gave you some treat and told you about the outlaws.

How, he found a meaningful purpose in life. He finally understood why you spend so much time with those brat from school... He would too if he were you.

He also left a small plushie lf superman but alot more bigger and great say's it was from bizzaro, a letter and a gift from Arthemis and a keychain from Roy? He said the real present from Roy would be given when you could drink.

Tim on the other hand, turns out he was in a relationship . After you were in a coma, he started to become more distant from everyone. Whenever anyone entered his room he would looked back hoping to see your little figure. But it was hopeless.

He lost touch and just overwork so he wouldn't have a complete breakdown every minute. And Kon dragged him out of his shell, after a big fight which ended up with both of them tearing at eachother and Kon just confessed.

The same guy who love's to ruin your freshly combed hair and messed with it / freshly ironed clothes and wrinkle it.

Damian was alot more better with emotions now, finding his true path in life and defeating his grandfather.... All that while you were in a coma.

He did briefly mentioned having friends now since you being in a coma awaken something inside of him. He realised how little time some people have so... He volunteered to work in the hospital after a terrible accident and accidentally found a new passion.

Everyone in the family seems to be in good term while you were in a coma. You didn't know if u should be sad or happy since you did miss all the good things.

But at time past everything just went terrible for you.

You could still couldn't move much and you ended up in a wheelchair and they would fought over who gets to hang out with you. You couldn't meet your friends who were extremely worried about you, in the name of protection.

When you felt like your health was peaking the next day you'll be laying down at the same cold mattress, stomach hurting, tears all over your face and having Alfred to inject you with those green liquid.

Those green liquid seems to be the cure to your every problem, although whenever you asked about it no one would speak just a pat and telling you to sleep.

It was getting concerning. Sometimes at night you would always dreamt of the same thing how your mother and baby brother died, she wouldn't let go of him even tho you begged her to.

She hold onto her like her life depends on it... And before you could do anything the explosion engulfed them both... The aftermath wasn't pretty.

Their body melted into eachother... How you saw your mother finger move towards your face, it felt like a horror film. Where the whole movie was centred around you, suffering one after another.

"Bird?"

Jason called out your name, he was one of the people who wouldn't leave you alone at all.

His hand was on your head as he tried to brain your hair for the second time.

"hm?"

you couldn't reply much as you did actually just went through a horrible migraine that came out of the blue.

"Do you wish to be free sometimes?"

He asked, which was quite odd. You looka t his face with didn't tell much either.

"Am I not free?"

You asked curiously, the white blanket that was covering you was now only covering half of your body. As you did sit up straight.

His hand immediately went back to his, as the brain he have been working on for hours with alot of error came undone. His disappointment was clear but he didn't speak up.

Rather he knew the braid would end up looking stiff and maybe even look like a candy caine. Although he wasn't the best at it, it was his best shot at comforting you.

"Nothing, just curious... I'll stay tonight. Can't have you crying at three in the morning cause I definitely won't help you out"

You look at him as he lay down on the other bed which Bruce installed... Saying you need to be under monitor at all times.

"Jay... please what's going on?"

You pleaded, from the way everyone have been Acting you knew only he would tell you the truth.

"You didn't survive... you didn't went to coma"

He began, still he was very calm.

"Your heart failed... I couldn't take it and with the rest except for B... We brought you to the Lazarus pit... But, you... Attacked us, Damian hit you and you went into a coma"

He explained as he stared at the wall infront of him. He seems eerily calm for what he was confessing for.

"We've been injecting you with it because you'll die if we stop, but it's the only reason why you're getting all those symptoms. Those headache and nightmares. But, we do it for your own good"

It makes sense now. How they banned you from seeing anyone out side the family as you have been pronounced dead already.

The headache, the nightmare, your body felling into a deep sleep suddenly, the nose bleed. Everything was because they have been injecting you with the that thing.

The same liquid that brought back Jason was the very same that brought you back. But, alot more problems follow you.

How blood would randomly seep out of your nose and nails, your organs felt like they were rearranging themselves.

Every passing hour felt like your body was slowly rotting from the inside like how ut was supposed to be.

Alfred came into the room with a string on his hand. You couldn't stop the swet from forming, your body temperature was extremely High and everything felt like they were from some cold place.

"Please, Alfred... Just end this. I can't continue this madness"

You clutch onto the bed sheet as dark red blood drip onto the mattress.

The pit didn't exactly fixed you like how it did for Jason. It just put your soul and brain back to power. It didn't fix about the fact that you were dead. You were a walking corpse with consciousness .

You grab onto his arm, he was your only hope for being free from your body.

The same body that was rotting from the inside, your body didn't belong to you any longer... You could feel them decomposing.

Your ribs slowly falling apart, your heart even tho beating was rotting slowly. And everything hurt.

"Please... I can't live like this..."

You clutch onto your heart as you could felt the vein snapping and tearing itself one by one... piece by piece.

"Sorry Master, you do not know what is good for you. Without you the family won't be the same... And I know how much it meant for you to see them together. Sometimes pain is needed to achieve what you want"

He took your wrist and pierce the metal through your skin as he inject the substance.

"Now... Go to sleep, when you wake up everything will be normal again. You could see the sun again. We are waiting for you"

Your eyes began to gave up. As you couldn't even mutter a word out.

You would have yo repeat the cycle forever.

Whenever you began to rot they would refresh you.

Cause a family without you is nothing.

[yamysunmoon]

That fucking suit

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: Your roles are pretty clear in your relationship. If someone is gonna wear the strap, it's gotta be you. But today Jenna is clad in a beautiful suit that is making you feel funny. You want her in a different way tonight. The tables might turn for once.

Words count: circa 2970

Warnings: sub!Jenna, dom!reader, stone top!reader, choke play, Jenna using the strap-on for the first time and being a shy little mess about it.

a/n: idk if yall will like this but i had a vision and i know what i saw (*wednesday's voice*)

a/n²: i'm already working on requests but firstly i'll publish works i've had on drafts from before. Yall can keep asking tho and i shall deliver given the time <3

MASTERLIST

Your thumb swipes up the screen as you watch each video and photo of Jenna at that Death of a Unicorn Premiere. Your eyes dart across the screen, leening at her with growing desire.

The way she stuffs her hands into the pockets of that oversized pants; how she smirks sheepishly at the interviewer's complements; how she fixes her hair— every little detail is driving you insane.

That fitted crimson shirt combined with the also crimson tie and the oversized blazer brings out her slender figure, and the rings on her fingers don't help either.

You squeeze your thighs together as you ogle her through the screen, mind racing with thoughts of what you wanna do to her the moment she gets home.

Well, not really home, but this expensive hotel room you're both staying for the night. You lie down on the kingsized bed, eyelids fluttering as you picture her walking through that door.

The evening goes by and you let the thoughts of her consume you. You sink in a drowsy state, eyes closed as you feel yourself drowning in desire. You had been thinking about using this new toy with her for a while now, and you were waiting for a special occasion...

Hours later, the click of the door opening and her heels clicking on the floor makes you sit up. Your face lights up the moment she steps in.

She looks at you smiling adorably. "Hey, I'm back" she says, and you smirk because she always says the obvious when she gets nervous under your stare.

"Missed me?" she asks playfully, approaching you. She stands in front of you, and eventhough you're sat on the edge of the bed, she still isn't that tall. You reach for her tie and tug at it making her bend slightly. You plant a schorching kiss on her crimson lips that leave her speechless.

You break it tenderly, a sharp contrast to the dominance and ferocity of the kiss. "Wow" she breathes out, her tone no longer that playful, "I guess that's a yes".

You grab her sides, feeling the thick fabric of her jacket against your fingers. You stifle a whimper as you kiss her again, and you make her sit by your side.

"Okay, someone is eager tonight" she teases giggling, but you can tell she's nervous, trying to guess what you've planned for tonight.

You settle between her legs, kneeling; you walk your hands by her thighs, down to her knees, making her spread her legs.

"I've been thinking about you all day," you murmur in a low, sultry voice; peppering soft kisses on the side of her neck, "and I was thinking we could try something different tonight."

You admire smugly how she blushes, the reddish tone tinging even her neck. "Oh? And what were you thinking about...?" she asks feidging a casual tone, but her voice comes out thick and more breathy than intended.

You lean back, staring at her with a mysterious smile and your eyes glimmering with censored promises. "Well..." you leer at her shamelessly, eyes darting down her body, blazing with desire.

"I was thinking maybe you could wear the strap tonight." Your gaze trails up to her eyes again, "Wearing this gorgeous suit too" you add in a whisper.

Now that you have her before you, the vision is clear and incredibly tantalizing.

She swallows hard, and her blush turns crimson, matching the colour of her fit. "Oh- I... Wow, uh..." she stammers, eyes flickering anywhere but your face. Her hands are grasping onto the sheets of the bed now.

You keep roaming her thighs, up and down, slowly; fingers splayed out exploring each inch teasingly. "What do you think?" Your voice is playful, soft and high-pitched; suggestive. "Use your words, gorgeous."

She shudders visibly at your words, inhaling sharply. "Ugh, fuck you" she mutters to herself, fixing her hair in a way to avoid eye contact.

The power you have over her is painfuly evident; you love it and she kinda hates it... Not really, though.

You stand up, pausing there for a second so that she can take a moment to stare at you. You smile smugly and reach the nighstand, opening the drawer, fumbling for the toy and some lube.

She follows your every move, her silence giving away her smoldering desire.

You settle again between her legs. You notice her nervous demaenor and your heart melts.

She looks so cute and carelessly sexy, staring at you so innocently, even oblivious to what's about to happen. As if she hadn't seen a toy like this before, swinging between your legs.

You lean in and peck kiss her. "You're being too cute for such a naughty thing" you murmur huskily on her lips.

She chuckles, her shoulders falling in relaxation. "I just..." she lifts her hips as you slide off her pants down to her knees and start adjusting the harness. "I'm a little nervous about it" she continues, looking down at your expert hands.

You tie the strands up confidently, your gaze darting between her beautiful face and the work at hand. "Just relax and enjoy, babe" you murmur soothingly. "But if it feels odd, you know we can always stop."

Her lips curl up into a warm smile. "I don't think I'll want to stop" she mutters more to herself.

You finish adjusting the harness and trail off admiring your handiwork. You slide up her pants, and now the strap is a bulge under the loose fabric.

She pulls down her hips, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed. You both stare at it, swallowing hard.

You look at her, your gaze darkening as you scane her as if she was your pray. She visibly shivers, but tries to hide it by scooting back.

You lean in, dragging your lips along the side of her neck. She gasps and tilts her head giving you better access.

"Someone seems happy to see me..." you murmur in a low, teasing tone as you reach down to the bulge. You squeeze the shaft playfully, making sure its base presses against Jenna's core through the fabric of her panties.

She inhales sharply, aroused by the game your implanting. "I am, in fact..." she mutters, turning her head slightly to whisper in your ear. "You make me so hard..."

Her voice is breathy, thick with anticipation. She hisses when she feels your squeeze.

You meet her lips, first a soft brush, that soon turns into a sloppy, slow kiss. You play with the bulge a little more, handling it in a way that makes it rub against her, earning some soft whimperings from her.

After some teasing minutes, you slide your hand under the pants and wrap your fingers around the toy. She reaches down and slides off the pants slightly, down to her upper thighs.

Still making out, you reach for the lube. You break the kiss tenderly to flicker down and rub some of it onto the tip.

She stares at it breathless, blown away by the sensual ritual you're setting up.

You spread the thick liquid all along the shaft. Wrapping your fingers around it firmly, you start to stroke it.

You look up at her, lips parted panting quietly as you watch her reaction. You're stroking it making sure it rubs against her.

She makes it clear that you're doing a great job. She throws her head back and stares at you with hooded eyes, propping herself on her splayed out hands that grasp onto the sheets as she wheezes.

The silicone feels smooth and slippery in your hand, and it gets warmer by the second due to the friction. This only helps to get into the fantasy.

She brings up her hands and cups your face eagerly, kissing you hard as she grinds. You stroke faster in response; she whimpers in your mouth.

The way she's reacting to your touches only stir you up and boost your confidence. You break the kiss panting quietly. "Jenna," you breath out brushing your nose with hers "can I give you head?"

The look she gives you is like nothing you've seen before in her gaze. There's a certain hunger, a flame blazing in them.

She nods fervently, her shyness perfectly mixed with her burning desire.

You grin, lustful eyes spakling as you kneel between her legs again. She spreads her legs, propping herself on one hand while the other runs through your hair.

You look down, the stiff toy pointing at you. She leands forward slightly and grabs the base of the toy, wiggling it experimentally. You lean in closer. Her breath becomes ragged as she drags the tip along your right cheek.

You didn't expect her move, let alone being so enciting. You gasp, turning your head slowly, so that the toy drags across your lips and left cheek. You peek up at her, gaze lifting slowly, you bat your eyelashes playfully.

She pulls your hair gently. Her gaze is intense and expectant; she's even holding her breath.

Her crimson lipstick is slightly smudged, and her cherry red hair is a little disheveled. She's looking at your with those hooded eyes and plump parted lips, swollen from the intense kissing.

It's the first time your gonna do this to her, she can't hide her excitment.

You finally tilt down your head and swirl your tongue around the tip reflexively. She squirms in response, still grasping the base of the toy, her fingers tighten around it. Your eyes flicker briefly at her before you look down again, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking it gently.

One of your hands strokes the shaft while the other reaches to her tie, pulling it and swirling it around your fingers, making it tighten around her neck in a way that makes her whimper.

"Oh my— fuck" she gasps, leaning forward to your pull. But then, she leans back, so that the tension of the tie around her neck turns more prominent.

You peek up and freeze momentarily as you realize what she's doing.

"Such a freak" you mutter pulling back, only to slide down more confidently.

You wrap your lips around the shaft and start bobbing your head, taking several inches with each thrust. She thrusts back, following your rhythm and depth, rolling her hips steadily.

She can't take her eyes off you, one hand in your hair, tugging at it gently and stroking lovingly, while the other caresses the side of your neck and your shoulder.

Her legs spread further, offering herself to you. You moan around the toy, sending vibrations all over it that reach her core through her panties, making her shiver. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites her lip, throwing her head back.

She fucks your mouth deliciously and slowly, moaning and whimpering in her sultry, feminine voice. Drives you insane how ethereal she sounds while wearing this suit and this harness.

Your cheeks hallow as you suck, your hand is pumping half of the shaft while you suck the other half, making slurping sounds that make her look down at you again.

"Love... You look so pretty with your mouth on me" she says in a hoarse, thick voice.

You look up at her, your eyes sparkling with unshed tears. You pull back releasing the silicone cock with an exaggerated pop.

Then you stick out your tongue, wagging it teasingly against the tip; your eyes locked on hers. You blink twice and a furtive tear falls down your cheek.

She shifts restless at your teasing banter. "Hmm..." She whines, clearly wanting more.

You push down again, the silicone cock creating a bulge on your left cheek as you shove it against the inner part of it.

Each time you plunge it into your mouth, each time you stroke it with your hand, the toy twitches against her.

Her hips are bucking under your touch, grinding against the toy. She arches her back, one of her hands flies to yours gripping the tie. You get the hint and tug at it, a choked moan escaping her lips.

"Hmmph baby I think I..." She whines with a hint of surprise.

You know she's about to move more frantically, so you release the toy with a loud pop and crash your lips onto hers, letting her taste the lube in your mouth.

She whines misserably, a sound between a complain and pure contentment. She's getting overwhelmed with sensations- your hand firmly stroking the toy, fingers sliding up and down making sure it rubs against her; your swollen lips devouring hers— the psychological stimulation of it all.

She can feel herself getting warmer and warmer, her pussy throbbing and aching for attention.

She breaks the kiss abruptly. "Baby, please..." She begs in a thin, pathetic voice.

You look at her with darkened eyes. The control freak part of you makes its appearence.

"Please what, love?" You ask tenderly, as in teaching her. She whimpers, getting your mock.

"B-baby, p-please" she moans, gazing at you with the deepest pleading eyes ever.

"Hmm, seems like you're out of words, love..." You keep teasing. The sloppy sounds your hand makes rubbing with the toy fill the room, and she flutters her eyes shut and pants heavily, focused on that sound and the sound of your voice.

"You're acting as if this was the first time someone ever touched you..." You purr, brushing your wet lips against the right corner of her lips.

She shudders visibly. "It is..." she stammers. You stroke harder, earning a moany yelp. "No one's... Ever..."

She grasps onto your sides for dear life, grinding frantically. Her cheeks flush red and a thin drool is escaping from her parted lips. She looks gorgeous.

"Hmm? You've never been jerked off, have you?" You whir with a wry smile.

She turns her head weakily, staring at you with hazy eyes. "You're just being— Mean, at this point" she mutters, struggling to talk through her breathy voice.

Her breathing is becoming more and more ragged, her thrusts more and more erratic. She's so close but she's also stubborn.

And you love to fuck the stubborness out of her.

You stroke more firmly, hand sliding along the shaft deftly, making her wail. You chuckle darkly.

"I asked you a question" you hiss in a scold tone, mocking tenderness. She shudders once again.

"I fucking know" she hisses back, clearly struggling to hold back.

Her hips buck fiercely against your expert touch. "I haven't, okay? You know I've n-never been t-touched like this before" she breathes out, blushing harder.

You grin. She's right; you obviously know. But you can't help but tease her when she gets like this.

You brush your nose against her temple; the tender touch being a sharp contrast to your confident hand bumping the shaft.

"You're such an adorable girl... My whimpering mess, aren't you? All cute and needy when I put my hand on you..."

"You're not even touching me" she interrupts, her voice thick with grumpiness and need. You huff with a smirk.

"Oh, someone's getting grounchy..." you keep teasing, testing how long she can take it.

She bites her lips, obviously frustrated. But her gaze is locked with yours now, and she knows what you're doing. Her eyes dart between yours, her desperation growing by the second as the silence between you allows her to focus again on the sensations.

The fabric of her panties creating a friction against her pussy combined with the relentless slamming of the toy against her, and how she's grinding back at it, makes her furrow her brows in pleasure and effort.

"Please" she begs once again, her edgy mood melting into pure distress. "Please, touch me. I need your fingers on me, please" she finally gives in, specifying like you wanted her to.

She struggles a lot with that because she gets incredibly shy, which you find adorable but also use it as a form of pleasurable turture.

She earns a proud sly smile from you.

"That's my girl..." you groan.

You let go of her tie and snake down your hand. It slides under her panties and strands of the harness and you finally make contact with her throbbing clit, with your other hand still stroking the toy.

She gasps loudly and her breath hitches as she grinds against you rhythmically, losing her shit by the yearned direct touch and the visual stimulation of you still jerking her off.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god" she chants, bucking frantically, desperately, a primal need crushing through her.

You're looking at her with lustful eyes, your hands working on her relentlessly, relishing how she stiffens, the muscles under her crimson shirt tensing as she finally lets go, crying out your name, her release gushing your fingers.

"Fuck, baby" she says in a trembling whine, quivering as she throws her head against your shoulder, panting heavily.

You can feel her skin burning against your shirt. "I didn't wanna be so fast..." She mutters, ashamed.

You can't help to smirk. And your silence gives you away.

You slow down to a stop, she still whimpers in complain, which makes you giggle softly.

The lack of response to her comment gives you away. "You planned this, didn't you?" She grumbles, face still buried against your shoulder.

You laugh softly, clearly amused. You knew this was gonna happen. You wanted to bring her to her limit, to the point where she couldn't take it anymore the moment you touched her.

"Too cute" you whisper, kissing her forehead.

"Fuck you" she groans, "You had fun torturing me?" She clings to you despite her harsh, no-heated words.

"Yes I did" you chuckle, your hands already working on taking off the harness. "You're exaggerating, though. It wasn't that bad..."

"Oh shut up..."

"...And you're a champ at edging, love" you add in a soft, teasing voice.

She pauses and squints at you, her eyes gleamming with the aftershocks of her orgasm and a hint of suspicion.

You smirk warmly. "Foreal" you mutter. And the pride in your voice, the praise, makes the blush on her cheeks creep up to her ears.

Her frown softens as well as her gaze.

"You're a jerk" she murmurs, no heat in her words, just weak restraint remaining.

You let out a breathy chuckle, meek. "Quite literally, huh?" you whisper before meeting her lips tenderly.

[quimichi]

I Read Your Twisted Wonderland 'When You Wake Him Up With Nonsense" and Wanted To Ask If We Can Get One With The Staff(With Staff!Reader) and RSA(With RSA!Reader)? 🥺

Feel Free To Ignore😭

Love You❤️ And Have a Great Day!

"=⌕ YOU WAKE HIM UP WITH NONSENSE / pt. 2

⌕ pt. 1 here

warnings: bad writing, as usual, some characters may seem ooc, I apologize, pet names, some might dislike those

summary: You wake him up in the middle of the night with some nonsense

characters: RSA, NRC Staff and Rollo x GN!Reader

word count: 1,995

a/n: some are shorter or longer, it's just that I find some characters hard to write or I write them like I view them :) I HOPE YOU ALSO HAVE A VEEEERY NICE DAY TOO!

Chenya

The sound of your voice draws his attention to you. His breath hitches as he tries to stay asleep. He does not respond, instead he remains still as a statue. It is as if he wants to hear every word you have to say. And he wants to keep sleeping.

"Chenya, Chenya, Chenya, Chenya...Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker." Your voice cuts through the quiet. Your words pull him out of a dream.

He opens his eyes, and he looks straight at you and whines. "Why you gotta pull my full naaaaame...jus' wanna sleeeep..." "Yesterday I saw a motorcycle on the sun kissing the curtains in a cow." He blinks, utterly baffled by your words. His brow furrows and he is at a complete loss with how to respond. Finally, he settles on a simple and tired, "Wha-?" "What I said." You are utterly illogical. It makes it nearly impossible for him to comprehend you.

Your mind is fascinating, weird. You're fucking dumb sometimes.

His lips twitch upwards. That's why he loves you.

"You make no sense, ya know." He signs hard, rubbing his eyes. "And ya woke me up for that bullshit...you gotta pay me back, you better."

Neige

The sound of your voice is so familiar, and the words hit him like a wave of cool air while he's asleep. His body shifts as he starts to respond in the depths of his sleep.

"Wha-" He starts to say, his words faltering on the cusp of waking. "Cutie are you...is everything okay?" he asks groggily, a bit of sleep still clinging to him. If he could blush in his slumber, he would have been scarlet in shame for how his words slurred and garbled on his tongue. He slowly sits up, looking more worried than ever.

"I just saw a chicken picking up McDonald's at the gas station for detention." The words catch him off-guard once more, and he stares at you with a small confused smile on his face. He tries to process what you've said, but finds it impossible without more explanation.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and he tilts his head to the side, looking way to adorable for his own good. His confusion soon gives way to a brief chuckle, and he smiles widely and nods, still processing your words.

"That's such a nice story!...You should tell me the ending tomorrow though..." and with that he pulls you back against him and pets your head gently before both of you fall back asleep. He's still confused tho...

Rollo

He begins to stir, slowly waking to consciousness. His eyes dart around the room, his vision blurred and unfocused as he sits up. "Mmm, yes?" Rollo could never be mad if you woken him up for a reason, a good reason.

"I forgot to tell you that the telephone told me about the flying elephant with rainbow eyes and silver shoes." Rollo raises one eyebrow at first, thinking you're playing a trick on him. The joke is too outlandish to be real. Even this is to stupid for you.

But seeing that you're serious, he has no idea what to say. He is speechless. Oh...so you are that dumb huh? At this point the lord can't save him anymore.

"Is...that so?" he finally asks. "Yes!" Rollo stares at you incredulously as you continue. Every detail you describe is nonsensical and unrealistic. But his gaze remains firmly fixed on yours, and his thoughts are blank.

He struggles to understand why you woke him up. Is this a game? He is utterly puzzled. And his annoyance is starting to seep in. But the look in your eyes is magnetic, and it is difficult for him to hold his frustration. He sighs, "You...you are truly one of a kind, are you aware of that?" But Rollo can't help but smile at you, you just had to turn his life upside down, huh?

Crowley

He stirs slightly, his eyes blinking slowly open. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he realizes you are next to him and closes it again. His expression is soft and delicate, like your presence is a beacon of light in the darkness, and all he can focus on is you. You'd be surprised, moments of his adoration aren't that rare.

"What is it?" he asks with a slight yawn, his voice still soft and sleepy. "So like, I cooked us a clock with sprinkles of snow and the clock then when away with the pan because of their date at the baseball doctor." In spite of his tired mood, he bursts into laughter. A hearty, full-bellied laugh that only he would be so amused by such ridiculous, nonsensical statements.

"Ah, my love. It seems you have discovered the wonders of a dream," the headmaster chuckles, running his fingers curiously through your hair. For a moment he ponders about what other kinds of nonsense you would utter, if this is what your brain conjures just during your sleep.

He chuckles again in amusement. "Do go on," he encourages you, still looking through you with a light in his eyes. "Did the clock turn into a frog? Did the frog wear green boots and sing rock songs in kitchen utensils?" He's amused, but he also wants to know.

Crewel

As you call to him, you can see his eyelids twitch underneath. Your voice seems to permeate his dreams. There is no immediate answer as his eyes flutter in a way that seems to indicate that he's trying to force himself awake but still struggles to do so. He turns onto his back, his head tilting towards the sound of your voice. After a moment, he finally manages to open his eyes with a low groan. His hand reaches for his forehead and rubs it, as though he's suffered from a particularly intense headache. But once he sees you, he stops, his eyes brightening at the sight of your face.

All the weariness seems to leave him in an instance, yet not entirely. He manages a smile for you. "Puppy?..." "I just ate a singing pizza who told me the story of the bees and the snakes who danced underwater." "Ah..." Divus manages a confused hum. It takes him a moment as he seems to try and work it out in his head.

"They danced in...underwater?" He asks, voice soft. "Underwater...is a body of water...but...how does one..." he looks away from you as he attempts to picture the scenario. After a moment, he shakes his head, chuckling softly into his palm. "No matter. That is quite a tale, indeed my pup."

Divus draws you close and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder and hugging you tightly. His breath is hot against your neck, his muscles tensing underneath.  "Sleep..." he mumbles softly, his voice seeming to get thicker as a low growl rumbles from his chest.

"Or does my pup want to keep being disobedient?"

Trein

(Solid grandpa issues ya'll have here)

It is almost as you say his name that his eyes blink quickly. They become wide and concerned. "Dearest?" he whispers with a hint of urgency in his voice. Though his expression turns gentle as he notices you aren't hurt or sick. His shoulders relax. "Yuu, have you not been feeling well?" Mozus asks, his voice a soothing melody. After a moment, he sits up. The bed creaks with the weight of his shifting body. Even Lucius wakes up from his slumber to tip tap his way over to your shared bed.

"Did you perhaps catch a cold? I could fetch some medicine if you would like." He doesn't want to see you in pain, not even for a moment. Oh, how caring he can be sometimes..."My hair turned purple because I washed it with dirt in the afternoon 13 years ago on a full red moon at midnight."

Silence hangs in the air as you speak. Mozus's expression remains concerned; worried. And then it turns into a frown. "Ah... You must've hit your head. Or else you wouldn't speak of such nonsense" he says. Though he tries to conceal it, a flicker of irritation flashes across his eyes. Your sudden statements seem to have sparked his annoyance.

"Or are you perhaps playing a childish prank on me at unholy hours?" he asks sharply, tone becoming stern. "If there is nothing else you require, I believe you've wasted enough of your time together." He tries to keep his voice neutral, but is obviously still slightly peeved at your game. "I-Im sorry..." His anger melts at your apology. His face melts back to a soft expression as he pulls you into his arms. His voice returns to its soothing tone as he presses his lips to yours.

When he pulls away, only seconds later, there's a content smile on to his lips. "Do not apologize," he says softly, voice quiet. Yet you feel a surge of pleasure run through your body. You feel almost as light as a feather once again. "I'm happy you're in best condition."

Vargas

Ashton jolts awake as he hears your voice, immediately rising into a defensive stance as he looks at you. Protectively he stands before the bed frantically looking around for potential danger with both his fists up, ready to punch whatever lurks in your shared bedroom.

"It's okay! Is there something wrong? Are you hurt?!" he asks anxiously but wild as he still holds his position. "Wha--no?!" He reacted so fast you couldn't keep up. "Oh...!" Asthon blinks a few times as he seems to calm himself. He lowers his fists, though now he seems completely at a loss for words. He stares at you blankly.

"That is good," he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed about the situation, "very good, yes " he offers a small smile, though you can sense him struggling to gather himself. "...so I woke up because the curtains were running away from a wild toaster." Ashton blinks a few times, processing this information. He seems to ponder it for a moment and then... bursts out into laughter.

It's a loud sound, like a true suburban father laugh. It's a sound of complete delight. Though, it doesn't take him too much effort to bring himself back. "Ah... yes," he says, "Wild toasters. They are very problematic." He lets himself sink into bed again, and like before, you're to slow to react. Because the moment his head hits the pillow, he's gone. Snoring the night away...

Sam

"Hm?" The mighty lord stirs in his sleep. He pulls the sheets tighter around him, his body twitching in his sleep. The sound of his name being uttered by you seems to have broken through his slumber. "Wake uuuup~!" "Hm?" Sam finally looks up at you, his eyes barely open. They seem to focus on you, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room before he finally smiles. "Impy...?" He speaks in the softest of whispers, his voice almost hoarse as though it had been a while. "Did my friends wakw you...or...was it my snoring?"

"My shampoo ran out cause the towel used it for their skincare routine." "Ah..." He sits up, his expression still weary from sleep. Before you can even tell him to stop, he's already risen from the bed. He's practically half-asleep as he waddles towards the shop and comes back with a bottle of shampoo in hand.

He doesn't question you or the strange request at all. "There you go," he holds up a bottle of shampoo. "Only the best for my little imp, and since its you...its on the house" he says, although he looks like he's in a trance he does smirk at you.

"Thank...you?" You question as you take the bottle from his hands. Before you know it he drops face first into bed, "But...if ya need anythin' else...get it yourself...alright?" he mumbles into the pillow.

[daysoftheyears]

FRIENDS, OR NOT. PART ONE OF FIVE. Hamzah Fanfic (the story will get better going forward.)

This is lowk booty but oh well.

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Hamzah and you had been friends for a while. You were great friends with Mandy and got introduced to him at her apartment. It wasn’t long after till you gave Hamzah your address to come over at 3 am to get high. You would never forget that night. Hamzah had told you that he thought about how pretty you were. That’s when it started. A few kisses, hugs, and cuddles-turned into makeouts, hickies, and sex. You were fine with it tho, I mean who wouldn’t be? A quick fuck with no strings attached. It was fun. It was thrilling. It was, perfect.                        

   You and Hamzah had decided to keep it a secret from everyone else- Martin, Mandy, Claire, Chase, etc. Why should they know? It’s not like Hamzah was your boyfriend or anything.                              

     He did occasionally check up on you and ask to hangout without sex, but that plan would always fail when he arrived. It was nice with just the 2 of you in a secret together.                You never would’ve thought about getting jealous. It wasn’t a serious thing, but you couldn’t help but feel envy when Hamzah would chat up with girls. You never fail to start arguments.

“You were clearly fucking flirting with her Hamzah! I’m not stupid!”

“Clearly you are because you can’t spot the difference between being nice and flirty.”    

    But those tiny arguments would end up with sex to make up for it. 

 This night was different.                                           

  Mandy had invited you to a club, Martin and Hamzah would also be in attendance. Martin picked you up with Mandy in the passenger seat and Hamzah in the back. You got in the back seat and could feel Hamzah’s eyes on you the whole ride. A little after you all had arrived at the club, you naturally split ways. You ended up on the dance floor surrounded by sweaty people. But you didn’t care, you were having fun. You were jumping and screaming the lyrics of the song that was blasting through the club. You looked to across the floor only for your heart to drop. Hamzah was there, kissing a random blonde girl. The lips you kiss, the ones you make out with. The lips that are all over your body almost every other night, kissing another girl. Not only that but he looked totally into it. 

You stood there watching the scene. Watching how their faces smashed together, his hands on her waist while hers are in his hair. You couldn’t even hear the music anymore and it didn’t even matter. Your breath was uneven as you pushed through the crowd away from the vision feeling as if you were to throw up. You found Mandy after a few seconds, her and Martin were dancing together. 

“Hey- Mandy I think I’m gonna call an uber” you expressed with a little worry on your face.

“Ok sounds good, are you okay?” Sweet Mandy always making sure I’m fine. How do I tell my bestfriend that I’ve been hooking up with her boyfriends bestfriend and just saw him kissing another girl?

“Yea I’m fine just feeling a little tired! I’ll text you when I get home. Love you bye” you walked away before she could answer. You called your Uber and waited outside. Around 15 minutes later your ride was here and you were on your way. 

You entered your apartment and headed for your bedroom. The bedroom you and Hamzah would cuddle in. The bed you and Hamzah would make love in. You felt sick to your stomach. But you couldn’t stop yourself as you reached for your phone.

10:14 AM the next day.

10+ missed calles from: Hamzah👀👅

10+ texts from: Hamzah👀👅

Shit. 

(let me know what you want in the future with this or if i can change or fix anything and lmk if you fw this)

[giveafike]

I love Game, Set, Match! If you ever continue it, since the last time y/n was struggling with her game and Ben helped her out, maybe this time we can have Ben struggling and y/n helping him out

Combining this with another prompt for part 3 of game, set match - another anon said: I dont need u to make game, set, match a whole fan fic, but i would love to see a part 3 with them as mixed doubles partners in like the us open or something!! part 2 was amazing, so exited to see your next work regardless of the plot<3

(here if you haven't read part 2 + here for part 1)

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TLDR: Tennisplayer!fem reader x Ben Shelton couple meeting up after some time for an Opens Tournament after spending time away. They're set to play mixed doubles, Ben's got issues, we're cosplaying bob the builder the way we can fix this!

Word count + info: 6.3k! A bit shorter than the other two, but I promise it's more intimate! Dialogue (lots of flirting and teasing). Mentions of Matteo Berrettini & Ajla Tomljanović.

Character Inspo: Wbk by now: cheeky n playful MC - yk just... fun! I didn't write any specifications, but in my head I was envisioning Tyla so! But put whoever you want to cast ;). She's fallen hard in love here tho

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, this is sooo cute. There is a lot of suggestive content here 😭 but nothing NSFW, teasing, playful relationship, lwky submissive Ben, hope I make u guys giggle!

Azzie Notes ✚: HI!! Last post for a bit (I'm still writing other things! Just taking a bit longer than expected - do send more reqs tho, I'm running low!) I LOVEEE writing Game, Set, Match - I'm so proud of this baby!

Do send in blurb reqs, I can push em out quicker than these longer stories. In saying that, I do have a couple in the works rn who knows? Maybe we'll have a new baby project on our hands.

Also, for anon asks + messages that aren't directly fanfics, follow #azzie asks for stuff bc I feel bad hoarding up space on the main tags for just anon convos. Should I do more of that? Do we want me to talk? Send qs and stuff if you do, otherwise I'll carry on w the usual fanfics and AUs.

I'd love to write a fanfic (SFW or NSFW) w a name and character description, like I could do SOOO much more, someone pls req, so I can storyboard and draft up stuff!!!

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Game, Set, Match (Part 3) - B.T.S

It had been weeks since you’d seen Ben.

With the WTA and ATP tours in full swing, your schedules pulled you in opposite directions, placing you both in different cities and on different courts. Your phones had been lifelines, but they only gave you fleeting sporadic late-night texts, quick phone calls, and longing video chats to keep you in contact.

But now, the separation was over, and the moment you stepped off the plane, a familiar rush of excitement bubbled up inside you, your heart raced, already knowing Ben was somewhere waiting for you.

You pushed through the terminal tunnel-visioned and suddenly, you saw him. Even in a crowded airport, Ben stood out. Tall, with his unmistakable athletic build, the brim of his hat tilted low, his lips were bitten as he scanned the crowd, his eyes locked on you the second he saw you. The world around you blurred, and Ben made his way toward you with long, determined strides.

Before you could even fully register the relief washing over you, his arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. His familiar scent filled your senses, instantly grounding you. Your arms were thrown over his neck, your face tucked into his neck as you held him tight, wondering how you had managed to last this long without his comforting touch.

“I missed you so damn much, Y/N,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. One hand ran through your hair, the other smoothing your back.

You sighed into him, your hands rubbing his back, curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pressed yourself closer. “I missed you so much more”.

Ben didn’t waste any time. He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both soft and intense like he was making up for every missed kiss over the last few weeks. His hand slid up your sides, slipping under your hoodie to rest against your bare skin. His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and you shivered slightly from how badly you had missed the feel of him.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been without you,” he breathed against your lips, his thumb stroking along the small of your back as he kissed the corner of your mouth and then down the line of your jaw.

You smiled, but your voice came out softer than you intended, already melting against him. “I think I have an idea. I was struggling too.” Your eyes fluttered open and shut with each kiss he planted, your gaze roaming over his face, boring into the kindness in his sweet eyes. You reached up to peck his cheek in slow, lasting kisses.

Ben pulled back chuckling, just enough to look at you, his thumb coming up to brush over your cheek as he drank you in, like he needed to commit every detail of your face to memory. “I’m not letting you out of my sight now. I need you close, with me, all the time,” he whispered, his eyes big and soft with affection. “Not for a second.”

His intensity sent a wave of warmth through your chest, but you still managed a smirk, raising an eyebrow. He looked like a little kid, never wanting to let you go. “Not even for a second, huh? Okay, big guy.”

Ben grinned, his hand slipping back under your hoodie, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he pulled you in for another kiss, one that promised more than just a reunion.

“We still need to get to the hotel,” you laughed breathlessly, playfully hitting his chest.

“Hotel’s first,” he said with a mischievous grin, dipping his head to brush his lips over your ear. “But after that…” He nipped lightly at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. His hands crept higher under your hoodie, grazing the edge of your sports bra. “I’ve got some plans for us once you settle in.”

You laughed, squealing, swatting at him playfully. “Benjamin Shelton! Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I don’t think I can,” he murmured with a smirk, his lips barely brushing yours as he leaned in. “Not when you’re finally here.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed him away, heat rising in your cheeks. As you wheeled your bag toward the exit, Ben caught up, a boyish, gummy smile tugging at his lips as he stole the handle from your hands. His arm slipped around your waist, resting a little lower on your hip, a teasing glint in his eyes that promised he wasn’t quite done yet.

In the taxi, Ben’s clingy neediness only seemed to intensify, and you felt it in the way his hands couldn’t stay still. He pulled you closer, nearly into his lap, making it nearly impossible to sit normally in the seat.

His hands traced delicate patterns on your back, on your sides. His lips hovered near your ear, occasionally brushing against your cheek or neck, you could feel the smirk tugging at his lips, sending tiny shivers down your spine. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a quiet declaration, he missed you, he needed you.

“You seriously have no idea how much I’ve missed you, like, really bad. Like, losing my mind, bad,” Ben whispered, his voice thick with a mix of affection and urgency. His thumb brushed along your ribcage, slow and deliberate, like he was memorising the feel of you all over again.

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning back against him, feeling the warmth of his chest against your back. “Ben, darling, I’m getting an idea, with how handsy you’re being,” you teased, giggling as you glanced up at him. “You’re being so clingy, baby.”

Ben chuckled, not the least bit embarrassed. “Can you blame me?” he murmured, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “I haven’t had you in my arms for weeks. I’ve been dying just to touch you for weeks. My beautiful, gorgeous girl, the woman that I love so much…now all mine in my hands again…”

His voice trailed off while he planted kisses as your breath hitched slightly at his praise, offering him a soft hum as his hands continued their slow exploration, fingertips skimming beneath the hem of your hoodie, teasing the edge of your waistband, roaming back up to toy with your sports bra. “Weeks, huh? You're acting like it’s been years.”

“Might as well have been,” he muttered against your neck, brushing your hair to one side gently, nipping playfully at your skin. “I don’t think I’ve gone this long without touching you since we started dating. I’ve been so desperate to just touch you.”

You giggled softly, your head tilting to the side to give him better access, your fingers resting against his arm. “Maybe I book more WTA tours away if this is the welcome I get.”

Ben’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, and he pulled you even closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Don’t even joke about that.” His lips brushed against your collarbone, his breath hot and deliberate. “You have no idea what you do to me when you’re gone, baby. I’m not letting you go far from me for a long time.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, ownership laced in his words. You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze, your fingers running along the edge of his jaw. You could feel Ben slowly start to get more desperate, his playful feathering kisses turning into something more permanent, sucking and biting softly as if to leave small, subtle marks on your skin.

“Oof, someone's possessive. Guess I’m stuck having to deal with you being all over me then,” you teased, though your voice came out softer, more breathless.

Ben grinned, his eyes deep with affection as he kissed you again, plunging this time, one hand slipping further up your back, underneath your hoodie. “You’re not exactly pushing me away, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, though you leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” you murmured, your fingers brushing through his hair. “You’re too tempting.”

The taxi jolted slightly as it hit a bump, and you let out a quiet giggle breaking out of your bubble and swatting at his chest lightly, clearing your throat as you sat up. “Ben, the driver’s right there.”

Ben glanced over at the driver, who was politely staring ahead, before shrugging. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You let out a laugh, pushing lightly at his chest again. “Behave,” you said, though there was no real force behind the command. You were enjoying the attention far too much.

Ben hummed softly, his lips still brushing against your skin, hands roaming even more dangerously as he cupped your breasts under your hoodie. “Can’t help it. You’re here, and I’ve been deprived for too long.”

The playful banter continued all the way to the hotel, his hands wandering and gripping and his lips stealing kisses at every opportunity. By the time you arrived, the air between you was thick with the tension of weeks spent apart, and you could barely wait to get to your room. Ben grabbed your suitcase with one hand, the other arm firmly around your waist, guiding you through the hotel lobby with an almost single-minded focus.

As soon as you were in the elevator, the doors barely closed before Ben had you pressed against the wall, his lips crashing into yours, hands gripping your waist as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between you. Your hands pressed against the wall to soften the sudden push, before snaking up to the nape of his neck.

“Ben,” you breathed between kisses, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “We’re almost there, hold on, babe..!”

“I know,” he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands sliding lower. “But I can’t wait, baby.”

By the time you reached the room, you were both breathless, your bodies pressed tightly together as you stumbled inside. Ben closed the door behind you, immediately pulling you into his arms again, his hands slipping beneath your hoodie, lifting it slightly as his lips found yours in a kiss that was slow and needy.

You smiled against his lips, finally breaking the kiss to pull back just enough to catch your breath. “You’re insatiable..!” you teased, gasping, though your own hands were wandering, tracing the familiar lines of his strong chest and shoulders.

Ben grinned, his hands slipping down to your hips, pulling you closer. “Only when it comes to my girl.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting your forehead against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re sweet.”

His lips brushed against yours again, but this time the kiss was gentler, more tender. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as he pulled you even closer. “I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart swelled at the words, and you kissed him softly, letting the moment linger. “I love you too, Ben.”

For a few moments, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world falling away. It was about the quiet comfort of being together again, of knowing that even after weeks apart, nothing between you had changed.

Finally, Ben broke the silence, his voice soft but playful. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your fingers brushing through his hair as you smiled. “I was actually going to ask you that. You’ve been here longer than me, did you manage to set up a practice match?”

He smirked, his hands slipping down to your waist again. “I did. We’re playing against Matteo and Ajla.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and you raised an eyebrow. “As in Berrettini? Matteo Berrenttini? That’s quite the practice match.”

Ben’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, and you could see the playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah? You sound a little too excited about that.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile as you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Well, have you seen him?”

Ben’s eyes squinted, his hands slipping lower as he pulled you flush against him. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, resting your hands on his chest, teasing him. “I’m just saying... he’s a little distracting.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, his voice low and teasing. “Maybe I should give you something to distract you from him.”

You grinned, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I think my boyfriend is distraction enough,” you murmured, your lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss. “But if you want to make sure I’m focused...”

Ben smirked playfully, his lips capturing yours again, and you let out a soft laugh as he lifted you off the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he lifted your legs around his waist. “I think I can manage that.”

As you pulled back, breathless and grinning, you whispered softly, “You know I’m teasing. I love you, Ben. Everything feels right with you.”

Ben’s expression softened, his hands gently stroking your sides. “I love you too,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “More than you know. Feels like home with you in my arms.”

You planted a few soft kisses on his face before leaning into his ear, murmuring, "I still think you owe me a distraction though, Ben."

He chuckled, kissing your cheek. "That'll you get, darlin’ " he mumbled against you, bringing you to the bedroom. That night passed by in a blur of moments of pure, genuine love and care, making up for lost time and emotion.

The next morning, the air was cool and crisp, and the sun bright as you arrived at the court. It was a perfect day for tennis the autumn breeze a welcome break from the summer heat you had both endured on the tour. You could hear the hum of early risers in the distance, but out here, it felt like the world had shrunk to just you, Ben, Matteo, and Ajla.

The warm-up with Matteo Berrettini and Ajla Tomljanović had started off with an easy-going energy, but as the sets progressed, the friendly competition turned more intense. You and Ben moved together fluidly on the court, your bodies instinctively syncing as you read each other's movements, making quick glances, wordless nods, and smooth exchanges.

There were moments of effortless coordination with Ben's power serves and your swift returns combined to win quick points. It was no surprise to anyone watching how well you complemented each other, not just as a couple but as doubles players too. But despite your solid partnership, you noticed a subtle flaw in Ben’s play, something that had escaped both his attention and the growing tension in the practice game.

Between points, you caught the way Ben’s jaw clenched when a shot didn’t go as planned, or when a well-placed return from Matteo caught him off-guard, making him shake his head. It wasn’t that he lacked the skill, Ben was as powerful and talented as they came, but there was a rush in his movement, a drive to end points too quick and fast, a desire to out-muscle rather than out-think his opponent. He was pushing too hard, chasing shots aggressively when he didn’t need to, leaving himself out of position for the next exchange.

“Ben,” you called softly during a break between serves, approaching him with a playful smile, but your eyes scanned him thoughtfully.

He tilted his head, his sweaty curls brushing his forehead, and he flashed that bright grin that always made your heart skip a beat. “Yes, babe?”

You glanced over at Matteo and Ajla who were catching their breath on the other side of the court, then back at Ben. “You’re doing great,” you said, giving him a playful nudge, “but you’re leaving yourself open. You’re trying to end the point too fast, darling.”

His smile faltered slightly, the competitive edge still buzzing in his eyes, but there was a flicker of realisation too. “What do you mean?”

You took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm, letting your fingers gently trace down his forearm as if to soothe his tension and take the edge off of your suggestions. “You don’t have to go for the big finish every time,” you said softly, your voice tinged with affection. “Trust me to set you up.”

Ben blinked at you, clearly processing what you were saying. His eyes roamed over your face, then down to the feeling of your hand on his bicep, his expression softening as he began to understand. “You think I’m overdoing it?”

You smiled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, studying his eyes before you answered. “Hmm, a little teensy bit, yeah. Just play it a bit smarter. You know I’ve always got your back.” Your hand slipped down to pat his chest lightly, fingers lingering on his heart.

Ben let out a slow breath, his pride unshaken but his focus shifting. “Got it,” he muttered, a crooked smile spreading across his face. “Leave the setup to you, huh? My girl’s handling business?”

“Exactly,” you teased, giving him a quick wink. “I know what I’m setting up for my man.”

That last part clearly struck something in Ben, the pride swelling in his chest as you called him your man. His grin widened, a gleam in his eyes now, not from the competition but from the quiet confidence you had in him.

“Damn right, I am,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping lower so only you could hear. “Guess I’ll have to show you what your man can really do once I’m in.”

You gave him a soft swat on the arm, giggling. “Save it for the court, Benny. Or maybe later, when we’re off it.”

Ben chuckled but pulled you into a quick, possessive kiss, his lips lingering longer than they probably should have, given that you were still mid-match.

“Later then,” he whispered against your mouth, his hands lingering at your hips before he pulled away with a playful gleam in his eye.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Matteo called from across the court, his thick Italian accent laced with amusement. “You two ready, or should we leave you alone?”

Ajla laughed, shaking her head. “Pretty sure we all know how this match ends if they keep that up.”

You shot a playful glare at them, then turned to Ben with a smirk. “Think they’re jealous?”

Ben gave a quick shrug, flashing that cocky grin that drove you wild. “Who wouldn’t be? I mean, look at my beautiful girl.” He winked at you before jogging back into position, and your heart warmed at the ease and pride in his voice when he said it, his girl.

As the next point started, the flow between you and Ben seemed smoother. You both moved like two parts of a well-oiled machine, he focused on power and strategy, and you on finesse and setting him up for those big finishing shots. You watched him settle, taking more time with his positioning, trusting you to create the opportunities for him. And when that perfect moment came, his power unleashed with precision, and you saw the change in his eyes, a new level of control starting to blossom.

Ajla returned a lob shot, and Ben waited, patient, as you volleyed it back, setting him up. The moment the ball left her racket, Ben struck, sending it down the line in a clean, blistering shot that left both Matteo and Ajla flat-footed.

“Vamos!” Ben shouted, his voice full of triumph, his fist clenched, as the ball bounced out of reach. He turned to you with wide, triumphant eyes, rushing over to scoop you up in his arms before you could even blink.

“That’s my man,” you laughed as he spun you around, both of you laughing and riding the high of the win.

Ben pressed a quick kiss to your lips, still holding you in his arms. “Told you we’d make a good team.”

You could hear Matteo clapping slowly in mock defeat behind you, and Ajla was laughing, shaking her head in amusement. “Alright, alright, we’ll give it to you guys this time.”

You beamed at Ben, his arms still tightly around you, your face inches from his. “Always knew you had it in you.”

Ben grinned, his forehead pressing against yours as his voice dropped low. “Only ‘cause I’ve got you by my side.”

You and Ben had barely finished celebrating your win when Matteo and Ajla sauntered over, shaking their heads in defeat but still smiling.

“That was impressive,” Matteo admitted, clapping Ben on the back.

“Though, if you two keep up with the lovefest on the court, you might distract yourselves one of these days.”

Ben smirked, his hand casually resting on your waist as he pulled you closer. “Nah, we’re just that good. Plus, she keeps me in check.” He winked down at you, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his cheeky confidence.

Ajla gave you a knowing smile. “You guys are impossible. But alright, a deal’s a deal. Lunch on us."

You grinned, side-hugging her over the net. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As the four of you walked off the court, lighthearted banter filling the air, your mind was still on the way Ben had adjusted his play. He’d listened to you, adapted, and it had paid off. There was no denying the satisfaction that came with seeing him execute your advice perfectly. But you also knew that some things would need a little more fine-tuning and practice, and for that, a private session was definitely in order.

Later on, after lunch with Matteo and Ajla, you found yourself back in the hotel room as the sun set, both of you a little tired but still buzzing with energy from the match and the good company. Ben was sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone, while you sat on the edge, absently bouncing a tennis ball against the wall in a rhythmic thud.

“Hey,” you said after a moment, glancing over at him. “How about we hit the courts again? Just the two of us. I think we could use some more time out there.”

Ben lifted his head, one eyebrow raised, a teasing twinkle already forming on his lips. “Oh? Didn’t get enough today?”

You smiled, looking back at him. “You’re getting better, Ben, but there are a few things we should work on. You were doing great out there with Matteo and Ajla, but I think we could sharpen up your positioning a little more.”

Ben set his phone down, sitting up now, fully intrigued. “Oh? You’re offering to coach me?”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Yeah. I know you want to be the best, and I can help you with that.”

His eyes brightened with interest, and he was up in an instant, hauling himself up off the bed with a grin. “Alright, coach. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The tennis court was empty when the two of you arrived, the evening air cool and crisp under the soft glow and hum of the stadium lights. Ben took his spot across from you, bouncing lightly on his feet, his signature cocky grin in place as he spun his racket in his hand.

You and Ben had the ball bouncing back and forth in a comfortable rhythm. You enjoyed these quiet moments together, where it was less about winning and more about the two of you syncing up, even if it meant some fine-tuning in his technique.

“Alright, coach,” Ben said with a grin, settling into a more relaxed stance. His playful tone was the same as ever, but there was something softer in his gaze tonight, he was taking you seriously, eager to work, eager to show off for you. “How are we doing this? What’s the game plan to make me even better?”

You leaned back on your heels, arms crossed as you eyed him. “Footwork first. You keep rushing when you don’t need to. Relax into it, be patient, trust yourself and you’ll find your rhythm.”

Ben nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he mimicked your movements. His focus was intense, but this time it was different from how he worked with his dad. Ben had always been a little impatient with Bryan, more concerned with power and quick sets.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was all yours, giving you his full attention, which stirred something more than pride inside of you. As you demonstrated, he followed suit, his footwork and his motion becoming more controlled with each drill. Every time your hand grazed his arm or adjusted his posture, Ben listened obediently, applying your feedback without his usual back-and-forth banter. That focus on your words, the sincere look in his eyes as he perked up to listen, sent sparks through you.

“Better,” you said after a solid rally, a proud smile creeping onto your face. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Ben wiped his brow, a hint of pride in his expression. “Guess you’re a pretty good coach, huh?”

You grinned, shaking your head as you walked past him. “I’ve always been good at keeping you in line.”

The game continued, the ball bouncing between you both, the steady rhythm soothing and familiar. You pushed Ben to focus on positioning, drilling him on staying grounded before committing to a shot.

And then, after another smooth exchange where he hit every cue perfectly, the words slipped out without warning.

“There you go! Good boy.”

It hung in the air for a second, and you froze with a shocked expression on your face, realising what you’d just said. Your cheeks burned up instantly as you glanced at Ben. He had paused too, his face lighting up mischievously with a look that told you he was absolutely not going to let this go.

“Good boy?” he repeated, his voice low and teasing. “Is that how we���re doin’ things now?”

You rolled your eyes, pointing your racket at him trying to remain serious, already feeling your face grow warmer. “Benny, don’t start.”

But Ben wasn’t backing down. He sauntered toward you, his grin spreading wider as he closed the distance between you. “Oh, I’m definitely starting. Honestly? I think I like it when you call me that.”

Your heart quickened as he moved closer, his presence as effortless and warm as it was overwhelming. Ben had always been cheeky, but this? This was something else, and the worst part was you liked it. You liked how easily he fell into his role, how willingly he listened, and how obedient he was when it was you guiding him.

“Ben,” you warned, trying to play it cool even though the heat rising in you was impossible to ignore. “We’re still practising.”

“Oh, I know,” he smiled, his voice dropping an octave, making your pulse race. “But you have to admit, I’ve been followin’ your instructions pretty well. Don’t you think?”

Your breath hitched slightly as he moved even closer, his body nearly pressing against yours, the net being your safe haven keeping your space, his eyes glinting with that familiar, playful intensity. “Maybe I should keep bein’ a good boy, hmm?”

It was that line, delivered with a perfectly raised brow, that sent a surge of heat right through you. You hadn’t meant to say it, it just slipped out, a reaction to how well he was following your guidance, but now you couldn’t take it back. And now Ben was fully leaning into the moment, clearly enjoying how flustered he was making you.

You tried to recover, taking a small step back to regain some distance.

“You’re… getting there,” you cleared your throat, attempting to steer things back to tennis, though the words came out shakier than you intended.

Ben wasn’t having it, though. “Getting there? Come on, coach, I thought I was doing great.” He reached out, his hand brushing lightly against your waist, pulling you back just a little closer. You couldn’t help but suck in a breath, your body betraying the calm front you were trying to keep.

“Am I being good now?” he asked, his voice low, filled with amusement but also something heavier, something deeper. His teasing had shifted slightly, still playful but now layered with affection, and it made your head spin.

You swallowed hard, struggling to keep your composure. “Ben, you-”

“I’m listening,” he cut in smoothly, his lips dangerously close to your ear now, his voice lilting in his drawled-out voice, oozing off his tongue like molasses. “Just like you wanted. Don’t I deserve a lil more praise, hm?”

Your stomach flipped, and you couldn’t help the rush of heat, the buzzing feeling that flooded through you. He was teasing, sure, but he was also right. He had been listening, and the way he responded to your guidance, so open, so eager to improve for you, was doing things to your heart you hadn’t anticipated.

“Okay,” you said quietly, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. “You’re doing real good, Ben.”

Ben smirked, pulling back just enough to catch your eye, and the way he looked at you, both playful and sincere, made you feel completely undone. He raised an eyebrow as he caught your eyes with his, holding your gaze, expecting a bit more.

“You're a good boy,” you added softly, almost as if you were under a spell.

His grin widened, and in that moment, it was clear that you had lost this round. Ben had flipped the dynamic entirely, and though you were supposed to be the one in charge, he was now calling the shots, and it was thrilling.

And in the comfortable quiet of the evening court, with the world fading around you, Ben leaned in and kissed you softly. It wasn’t rushed or heated, just a simple connection, an acknowledgement of the easy rhythm you’d both fallen into.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with that same teasing glint.

"Thought you were in charge here, darlin'," he mumbled softly, his twang teasing as he stepped closer, his dark brown eyes gleaming in the dim light of the court. There was something about the way he said it, that lazy confidence mixed with an undercurrent of playfulness, that sent heat straight through you.

You bit your lip, fighting back the urge to give him a sharp retort. But the way he was looking at you, all calm and patient like he had all the time in the world to enjoy how flustered you were, made your pulse quicken, made you squirm under him. The man knew exactly what he was doing.

And then, without another word, Ben leaned in and placed his hand to rest gently at the back of your neck, his fingers slipping through your hair, and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch as you both stared into each other's eyes.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, his lips just barely curving up into a cheeky smile. “Still wanna keep goin', or you ready to call it?”

Your breath hitched, but you managed to keep your cool, meeting his gaze with a sly smile. “You’re getting cocky, Benny."

His grin widened, and his voice dropped, nice and smooth. "Can't help it when you’re lookin’ at me like that."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. “Fine, we’ll call it. But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you next time.”

"Guess I'll have to look forward to that, then," he said, his voice lingering just enough to make you smile.

As you both gathered your things and left the court, the night air cool against your heated skin, there was a sense of ease between you. He reached over, lacing his fingers with yours as you walked, and even though the teasing had subsided, the intimacy of the moment lingered.

A few days later, the stakes were higher, the atmosphere much more intense. You and Ben had practised with Ajla and Matteo in the lead-up to this match, but the reality of the Open, the weight of it, the pressure, was different.

As you stood side by side with Ben, gazing out at the packed stadium, the noise of the crowd buzzing in your ears, you could feel the energy crackling around you. This wasn’t just any match, this was what you’d been working toward.

The first set was fast-paced and intense, Matteo’s brutal serves and Ajla’s precision giving you little room to breathe. You and Ben barely kept up though while moving in sync, feeding off each other’s energy as you fought to stay in control.

When the set finally ended, narrowly in your favour, you both collapsed onto the bench, your breaths coming hard and fast. Ben leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring out at the court with that familiar, intense focus with a gel pack in his mouth you’d seen so many times before.

His brown eyes were dark, locked onto the lines of the court like he was reading every inch of it. He wasn’t the playful, adoring Ben right now. This was the side of him you admired most, the one who studied the game like it was an art form, completely absorbed in every detail, every strategy.

The sharp angles of his face were even more pronounced as he heaved, sweat glistening along his jawline as his gaze stayed locked forward. It was that quiet intensity, the way he seemed to block out everything but the game, that made him so magnetic out here. He was in his element, and it was captivating.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, still catching your breath as you watched him. He didn’t speak at first, keeping that unwavering focus on the court, his breathing steadying. You knew better than to interrupt when he got like this when that competitive side of him came out, Ben was locked in.

But after a moment, you leaned over, your shoulder brushing his, and gave him a soft nudge. “Hey.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and just like that, the tension melted a little. He smiled, soft and small, and you could see a flicker of the playful Ben you knew so well underneath all that intensity.

“You’re playing smart, Ben. Matteo’s a powerhouse, but you’ve been nailing those returns. Keep pushing him wide, make him work for it.”

He exhaled, nodding as your words sank in. "Yeah, you’re right." His voice low and a bit raspy from the heat of the match.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his hand brush against yours on the bench. “We’ve got this, okay? Just stay in the rhythm. I’m right here with you.”

He turned to look at you fully, and there it was, that gaze, the one that made your heart race every time. Dark brown eyes locked on yours, filled with trust and something deeper. “I know," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of the moment. "Ain’t no one else I’d rather be out here with.”

Before you could respond, the whistle blew, signalling the start of the second set. Ben stood first, turning to offer you his hand, and you took it without hesitation. There was a strength in his grip that steadied you, and as you walked back onto the court together, you felt that connection between you grow stronger.

The second set was even tougher and rallies longer, each point feeling like a battle. Matteo’s serves were punishing, and Ajla was relentless, but you and Ben had found your groove. He followed your lead, trusting your instincts, and every return, every volley, felt sharper than before.

And when Ben sent a sharp forehand just past Matteo’s reach to seal the match, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

You spun around, immediately finding Ben, and before you could say a word, he was there, lifting you off your feet in a tight hug, spinning you once before setting you down gently. His eyes, still sparkling with that competitive edge, softened as he looked at you, pride radiating from every inch of him.

“You did it!” you squealed, breathless from both the match and the rush of it all.

“We did it, babe” he replied, his accent thicker now, the exhaustion and adrenaline mixing in his voice. His sweet eyes held yours for a beat longer before he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

The crowd’s cheers only seemed to fade as you kissed him back, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It wasn’t about the victory, not really. It was about everything that had led up to this. The trust, the hard work, the way you two moved together.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was teasing. “Guess that means you’re the gonna be coaching me after all this, huh?”

You laughed, your heart swelling with affection as you pushed at his chest lightly. “Don’t hold onto that just yet, Benny.”

He grinned, that familiar playful glint back in his eyes as he laced his fingers with yours. “Too late for that.”

As you both walked off the court, hand in hand, the crowd still roaring around you, you knew that whatever came next, whether it was another match or another late-night training session, you’d face it together. And that was the real win.

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Please (don't) stop—steddie holiday drabbles/whumpcember day 6

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 6 prompt, ‘chill,’ and @whumpcember day 6 prompt, “Please stop.”

WC: 963. Rating: T CW: None. Tags: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, post-Vecna/general canon injuries and healing, Eddie lives, happy ending. Summary: Steve and Eddie got together, post-Vecna, then promptly fell apart. Much like Eddie’s old van is falling apart, though at least Steve figures he can fix that…

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“Please stop!”

Eddie waved madly at the approaching vehicle, holding little hope of rescue. Who’d stop for a dude with a banged-up old van, shivering his long-haired-freak head off? The blinding headlights dipped, and… Christ-on-a-bike, they were stopping? Maybe charity wasn’t totally extinct in post-Vecna earthquake-stricken Hawkins.

Then he recognised the BMW. And the guy climbing out.

“Steve?”

“Hey, Munson.” Not ‘Eddie,’ then. Not anymore. “You okay?”

“Peachy. Van’s a bust, tho’.”

The casual switch of Steve’s attention—from Eddie to the van—felt chill as the son-of-a-bitch wind. Both sliced through Eddie’s bandages to his still-healing scars and heart.

Jesus, he should get over Harrington. Like, yesterday.

When Eddie was in hospital, he and Steve had shared ‘moments’—heck, Steve had been admitted too, his bat-bites also taking ages to heal. They’d talked for hours, laughed themselves stupid, gotten so fucking close. They’d made out as recklessly as if they’d never saved Hawkins, and it was still apocalypse-o’clock.

Didn’t change the facts. Steve loved Nancy Wheeler. Eddie’s memories of his heart-on-sleeve yearnings for her—before they’d embarked on their do-or-die showdown—proved indelible. Steve wanted her back, and after she and Jonathan split recently…

…Eddie couldn’t think about that now. Couldn’t have gone fucking worse, really.

Steve frowned at the van, doubtless regretting stopping. “What’s the problem?”

“Uuuuh, the exhaust dropped off?”

“Okay. Easy fix. Got tools in the car.”

“Woah, really?”

Steve’s attention reverted to Eddie in a death-glare. “When our town tumbles down around our ears, even a fuckwit like me can learn crap.”

“Dude, not what I meant! Only surprised you carried the kit. Anyone as metal as you with a Molotov cocktail is a guru of practicality in my book.”

Steve shrugged. And surely Eddie imagined that familiar tinge of yearning in Steve’s faint smile, directed not at Nancy, but at him.

“Shouldn’t take long,” said Steve. “Get in my car before you freeze your balls off.”

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Working by torchlight beneath the van, Steve tightened bolts and temporarily re-attached the exhaust with steel cable-ties.

Eddie’s van was fixed. Steve was… unexpectedly pissed about it.

If he’d had to drive Eddie home, they might’ve had to talk about stuff.  Like, why—after they’d kissed and everything—did Eddie start cheerleading Nance again as Steve’s one-true-love? Then throw himself at Argyll, who’d been confused-as-fuck. His annoyance pitched Steve’s near-constant post-concussion-headache from niggling to stabbing. Lying on icy asphalt, inhaling fumes, didn’t help. Dammit, he was getting lightheaded… heavy-headed? Whatever.

“Steve? Okay down there?”

“Jesus!” A familiar worry seized Steve. “You’re barely out of the hospital! What didn’t you grasp about staying warm in my car?”

Steve slid out and rose slowly, one hand on the van. The dizziness hit like a commuter train. He dropped the spanner and crumpled.

“Shit!” Eddie yelped, catching him.

Steve clutched Eddie’s jacket, his chin jamming Eddie’s shoulder. As the blobs cleared from his vision, he found his footing, and worry slammed anew. Eddie was still healing. Yet here he was supporting Steve, reassuringly solid. Steve suddenly recalled the last time he was held like this. Robin hugged him, of course… but held like this?

It’d been Eddie—in the hospital, when they’d cried for Chrissy, clung to hope for Max. Eddie’s hugs had been necessarily gentle. Somehow powerful, too.

Now Eddie rubbed his back, pressed his cheek to Steve’s hair, whispering, “I gotcha, Stevie.” Steve’s heart began throbbing against his ribs, much like his brain pounded against his skull.

Eddie helped him into the van’s passenger seat. Steve kinda cringed, like always when people looked after him. Especially Eddie, who’d been through way worse. That said, only Robin knew more than Eddie about Steve’s constant pain and… Fuck it. Settling into the seat, his tears pressed hotly. He turned to dry-choke down some pain meds—like they ever fucking worked!—before Eddie climbed in behind the wheel.

“Okay, Harrington. I’m gonna drive you home, providing this pile-o’-shit starts. Wouldn’t dream of driving your BMW.”

“Wouldn’t care.” Eddie reached for the ignition. Steve reached out too, stopping him: “I’m sorry.”

He’d not seen Eddie’s eyes this wide and scared since before they’d faced down Vecna. “What for?”

“I suck at finding the right words, but… I’m over Nance. Was never gonna work. What the heck was going on between you and Argyll?”

“A big fat nothing.” Eddie’s shoulders slumped wearily, doe-eyes literally impaling Steve’s soul. “I guess I wanted you to… ‘follow your heart,’ that poppy kinda crap, after everything.”

Steve squeezed Eddie’s fingers, clutching his lifeline. “Eddie, that’s exactly what I was trying to do.”

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Follow your heart? You mean… to me?

Eddie couldn’t immediately process Steve’s words.

He focussed on Steve’s face—slightly pinched, gray, somehow still so earnest—found himself squeezing Steve’s fingers back, wishing he could ease his pain. They’d shared so much, while healing together. Too much, maybe? As they bordered on crushing each other’s fingers, Eddie’s dumb heart finally ripped open:

“I’m sorry too. I missed you too fucking much, these past weeks. But look, you’re goddamn frozen, we better—”

“You’re colder, moron.”

In a flash, they held each other tight. Steve buried his face in Eddie’s less-injured shoulder, his breath warming Eddie’s scarred neck. Heat that seemed to yell, “Spin on it!” to the whole bullshit world suddenly blossomed between them. Eddie was so stupidly grateful.

When Steve lifted his head, he looked as hilariously hopeful as Eddie felt. His gaze flitted to Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie leaned in for the kiss. Steve inhaled sharply… forbiddingly? Eddie jerked back, super-quick.

“Please stop?” Eddie articulated the question he feared the most.

“Don’t you dare.” Steve’s smile was like summer sunshine. “I just… can’t believe, after everything, this is real.”

They gently enfolded each other—the gearshift jammed between them—and spent the rest of the night kissing all their chills away.

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

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^ this is from my very first post on the topic, and i still think most of this applies. maybe i went too far with the architect part tho but it was funny in the moment

But this is what i mean by calling him 'man with every job'. it was really funny to me how he does many errands for people all over the place in the games, and i want this to translate. hence, he's the guy who can fix your broken chair. and build a shed. and drive. etc. most useful neighbor to have

what field did he get a PhD in, u ask? entomology. he was like 'man, i wish i could get paid for lookign at bugs all day'. and well...

if u really think about it, ull see my vision

As for Zelda... I think she spent a lot of time being pressured by her father to get the best grades n nothing less, and then to get into a good college etc, leading to many nervous breakdowns and other. Issues.

By the time she's about 23 the relationship becomes less strained, there's less pressure from his side, and in any case it was fine, really, he just wanted a good future for her, really, so- Point is, she wants to keep a good relationship with her father despite All That. Link still fucking hates the guy tho If her dad is the only one getting burnt food at the new years party, it was an accident and no one can prove anything <3

and i think she'd be in the engineering field. it just. feels right i dont think theyre actually married. yet

[swiftfrompmore]

Will you still love me if I was a roach?

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Summary: After a spell had gone wrong, Rio and Agatha are now trapped on a mission to get their bodies (and dignity) back

AO3

Word count: 3,237

Tags: roaches (sorry if you can’t stand them, nothing graphic tho), just funsies, mentions of disgusting things (nothing crazy or too graphic, I promise)

A/N: LISTEN… Hi guys, the fandom is on fire right now so pls just read this, touch some grass and enjoy your day. Thanks to my gc oomfie on twt for this fic idea lol

Agatha was having a decent morning, which in her life usually meant the house hadn’t exploded and no one had tried to stab her before 9 am. She was sipping her coffee and reading a bunny care book because scratchy has been a menace lately.

But then Rio fucking Vidal came crashing into her kitchen wearing a hoodie covered in dirt and chaos.

“I found a spell!” Rio announced, wild-eyed and holding a grimoire.

“No” Agatha said immediately.

“Yes,I think I can make that damn pest go away from my garden”

Rio recently grew new plants and she was invested in having the best fucking garden in all of Westview. Mrs. Hart's garden- Sharon's garden was going to look so stupid next to Rio's.

“My gardenias are dying, baby! thanks to those motherfuckers I need to make them go away”

Agatha rolled her eyes “My love, just go to the hardware store and buy some pesticide”

But Rio was already muttering Latin or possibly just butchering it. Her hands flared with green energy, and Agatha barely had time to put down her coffee before everything went to hell.

There was a zap, a crackle, and then—

“FUCK!”

Agatha’s body shrank. Her vision blurred. Her limbs twisted in horrifying ways. She let out a scream that came out as a chitter.

A roach.She was a literal, six-legged, crunchy-ass, nightmare bug.

“Oh my god” Rio whispered, eyes wide.

She immediately dropped to her knees on the floor next to Agatha, regretting every decision she had ever made in her life.

“Oh my god. I—oh shit—I didn’t mean to—I was trying to correct my spelling!”

“I’M A FUCKING BUG, YOU DUMBASS” Agatha screeched, but of course it just came out as roach noises.

Rio dropped the grimoire “I can fix this. I can totally fix this”

She could not fix this and two hours later, Agatha was still a roach. Hiding behind a toaster and plotting Rio’s slow death.

“Okay, okay, okay. New plan” Rio muttered, pacing the kitchen “What if I turn myself into a roach and do like… bug-to-bug communication?”

Agatha clacked her mandibles furiously.

“No? Bad idea? Too bad, I’m doing it anyway”

And just like that—another flash of magic, another pop—and now there were two roaches in the kitchen, one very pissed off and one very panicked.

Agatha instantly tackled Rio “YOU FUCKING IDIOT”

“WAIT—YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME??”

“OF COURSE I CAN, WE’RE ROACHES, WE SPEAK IN NIGHTMARE TELEPATHY NOW”

“Oh thank god”

“NO, NOT THANK GOD. TURN US BACK”

“I CAN’T TURN US BACK, AGATHA, I DON’T HAVE THE COUNTERSPELL!”

There was a very long silence, filled with tiny roach screams. In all those years of witchy marriage they went through a lot of crap… literal crap not crap-crap. But this time it was weirder and so fucked up.

The Coven had to help. That was the only plan they had left, so they scurried, like the cursed little bugs they were, out of the house, down the path, through the cracked bricks of Alice’s porch.

She was fixing her motorcycle. Jen was there too, drinking some kind of disgusting looking green juice that she tries hard to convince everyone they are good.

“I hate summer” Jen muttered “Everything’s crawling and sticky and suffocating”

“Same, we should go to Lilia’s pool, I’m melting” Alice said, struggling on the ground trying to change her bike’s oil

When Agatha and Rio made it to their garden, Agatha tried to spell out ‘HELP ME’ in dirt. Rio tried to do a tiny interpretive dance. They did not succeed.

“OH MY GOD” Alice shrieked, getting stupidly fast from the ground when she spotted them.

“What, babe?”

“TWO GIANT FUCKING ROACHES.”

Jen immediately threw her cup and started running all over the place holding a lighter in front of her face “Burn them!”

“NO NO NO NO THOSE SALEM DAYS ARE NOW IN THE PAST FOR A REASON!” Rio screamed, scuttling in circles. Agatha slapped her with a tiny roach leg.

“DON’T PANIC, JUST RUN—”

But then.

Señor Scratchy.

In all his fluffy demoniac existence.

“This fucking diablo” Rio muttered

He came hopping down the steps. His beady eyes glinted. His whiskers twitched. He stared at them contemplating if they would make a good afternoon snack.

Getting closer.

And closer.

Until his cute nose was on the ground, not even a second of mercy.

“Oh no” Agatha breathed “Oh no oh no OH NO—”

With a horrifying SNAP of teeth, Señor Scratchy snatched them both off the ground and swallowed.

Everything went dark and suddenly they were in his stomach.

Magically, somehow, alive. Possibly because he was half-demon. Possibly because fate was a bitch.

“This is your fault” Agatha hissed.

“You could’ve stopped me!”

“I tried! You never listen!”

“Okay but you looked really hot drinking coffee and I got distracted!”

“THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR FLIRTING.”

“I’m literally gonna die with you inside your ugly ass rabbit’s guts.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, he’s not ugly”

“HE FUCKING ATE US AGATHA!”

“Yeah, and this is your fault too. This beef between you two now just became my problem too””

Rio rolled her roach eyes (kinda, spiritually)

They sat there, surrounded by squishy, disgusting meat walls and rabbit digestive acid, sulking in bug silence and then Agatha had an idea.

“What if… we just go deeper.”

“Deeper?”

“Yeah. Into the stomach. Through the colon. Out the a-”

Rio gagged “Oh my god, you want to escape through the bunny’s ass?”

“Do you have a better plan?”

They stared at each other. Then sighed in sync.

It took hours. Agatha nearly drowned in carrot pulp. Rio got stuck between two ribs of a chewed-up plastic toy. They fought, cried, reconnected, kissed a little (still roaches, don’t ask) and finally—finally—got shat out into the garden.

They emerged into the sunlight, covered in god knows what, wings broken, dignity gone.

But alive.

Alive… and still very much roaches.

“This is the dumbest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me” Agatha said, flopping on a rock.

“I love you” Rio said dreamily, twitching her antenna.

“God help me, I love you too. Now go find a spellbook, or I swear to every god that exists, I will kill us both.”

Rio saluted with one spindly leg “On it.”

Now it was two stupid, cursed roaches, trying to get uncursed before someone else tried to eat them.

Or worse, squish them.

So here’s the thing about being a roach: everything is fucking terrifying.

The world is too big, everything smells like death, and one gust of wind will send you tumbling like a leaf in a hurricane. Also? Worms are assholes.

“I just got slapped in the face by a worm,” Rio wheezed, climbing out of a pile of damp mulch.

“You deserved it” Agatha said, brushing spiderweb off her antennae “You thought it was a lizard and tried to ask it for directions.”

“IT LOOKED SMART, OKAY.”

“YOU’RE DUMB”

They were arguing on the edge of the yard when a bird dive-bombed the ground nearby.

Agatha screamed. Rio screamed louder. They bolted under a moldy flowerpot like the little bug bitches they now were.

“We need a new plan” Rio panted.

“Oh? What gave it away, genius? The near-death experience? Or the fact that your leg is twitching like you’ve got demon possession?”

Rio held up one of her six legs “I think this one’s broken.”

“Good. You deserve it”

“Agathaaa” Rio whined.

“Don’t Agathaaa me. Get us out of this hellhole or I will personally find a way to kill us both and make sure we haunt this garden forever”

The only person they could think to trust now was Billy. Frr some weird and unexplained reason.

They just had to make it to his house.

Which was across the street.

Across.

The fucking.

Street.

“You know what this is?” Agatha muttered.

“What?”

“This is karma. For every soul I cursed. Every hex I misfired. Every time I cut in line at Whole Foods”

Rio chuckled “You hexed a cashier once because he forgot your oat milk”

“And I’d do it again”

They waited until the coast was clear, then scurried like hell across the blacktop.

Halfway across, Rio paused to admire a gum wrapper.

Agatha screamed “MOVE YOUR SHIT, THERE’S A TRUCK-”

They barely made it under a parked car in time.

Rio collapsed in a pile of oil-slicked dust “We’re gonna die out here. Alone. Unloved. Crunchy”

Agatha turned to Rio “I am going to kill you in your sleep”

“We don’t sleep anymore. We just twitch until the void takes us”

“Then I’ll do it while you’re twitching”

Meanwhile, up on the porch, Billy was sipping an iced coffee and reading a spellbook. His boyfriend Eddie was playing with a butterfly knife.

“You ever think we’re missing something?” Billy asked suddenly.

Eddie looked up “What, like emotionally?”

“No. Like... magically. Agatha hasn’t screamed at me today. That feels wrong”

Eddie raised a brow “You wanna go check on her?”

Billy stared out across the yard “Yeah. I have a weird feeling. Like she’s nearby, watching. Judging me”

Down below, Agatha watched Billy’s face from the crack in the deck.

“HE’S RIGHT FUCKING THERE” she hissed “CAST SOMETHING, WAVE A WING, JUST—MAKE HIM LOOK.”

Rio tried to light her tiny roach-butt on fire like a flare. Instead, she rolled over and fell into a puddle of beer.

“I HATE THIS” Agatha screamed, waving all her legs.

Billy looked down at the grass. Frowned.

And then—

He saw her.

There was a beat.

Then a pause.

“OH MY GOD, IS THAT A ROACH?!” and a blast of chaotic blue magic.

Agatha and Rio screamed as they were yanked off the ground and levitated into the air, spinning in a whirlwind of glitter and panic.

Billy squinted.

“Wait a second”

Agatha managed to shout “IT’S ME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!”

Billy gasped “Agatha?!”

“YES! OMG HELP US!”

“Okay. Okay okay okay” Billy muttered, holding the two roaches delicately in a glowing telekinetic bubble “Don’t panic”

“Bitch, I have six legs, two antennae and a fucking shell now” Agatha snapped “Panicking is the only thing I’m doing.”

“Why are you still yelling?” Rio chirped from the bubble “We got help now! This is progress!”

“We got Billy. That’s a C-minus solution at best”

“Rude” Billy muttered “I heard that”

Agatha chuckled “Good! Wait a sec, how can you understand what we are saying?”

“Oh, I casted a spell a long time ago to talk with animals and bugs and stuff” he proudly said

Rio made some annoying roach noises “Why would you do that?

He shrugged ”I wanted to ask scratchy something, he’s nice”

“He fucking swallowed us, don’t praise that stinky ball of fur in front of me” Rio threaten

“Can we go back to the important matter here, please?”

“Oh, right!? Billy floated them inside the house and set them gently on the kitchen table like cursed appetizers.

“I need to stabilize the transformation field” he muttered, flipping open a spellbook “Maybe reverse the biological transmutation? Cross-reference with the soul imprint—”

“Just Google ‘how to unfuck a bug spell’, babe” Eddie called from the couch, probably already too familiar with whatever nonsense happened around daily.

“I am the Google of magic” Billy hissed, tossing a cushion at him.

“YOU BETTER UNBUG US BEFORE I EAT YOUR SOUL”

“Okay okay, Jesus, just—hold still—”

Flash!

The bubble pulsed.

Nothing happened.

Agatha still had six legs. Rio was now glowing faintly “I think I’m radioactive”

“WHY ARE YOU MAKING IT WORSE” Agatha screamed.

Billy flipped back a few pages “I just need the right focus item”

“Use my hairbrush” Agatha said.

“Which one?”

“The black one with the runes”

“There's like five black ones with runes!”

“THEN GUESS, YOU COWARD”

Jen walked in with a bottle of kombucha in one hand and a bag of flaming hot Cheetos in the other.

“What the fuck is that” she said, immediately spotting the two roaches.

“DON’T—” Billy started.

Too late.

Jen grabbed a shoe off the floor and slammed it onto the table.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Billy shrieked, flinging the shoe across the kitchen with magic.

“What?! They were on the table! I thought it was a bug infestation!”

“THEY ARE AGATHA AND RIO”

Jen froze. “Like, our Agatha and Rio?”

“YES”

She looked at the table. Back at the Cheetos. Back at the table “Damn. I really did almost squish Agatha Harkness”

“I’M GONNA CURSE YOUR BLOODLINE” Agatha howled from her bug prison.

Alice showed up next, carrying a houseplant and looking like she hadn’t slept since 2012.

“What’s going on?” she asked “Why does it smell like sulfur and shame?”

“Agatha and Rio are bugs” Jen said casually, popping a Cheeto in her mouth.

Alice took one look at the roaches, immediately dropped the plant, and burst into tears.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THEY’RE DEAD?!”

“They’re not dead” Billy said

“THEY’RE BUGS, BILLY. BUGS. THEY CAN’T EVEN DRINK COFFEE ANYMORE”

Rio twitched a leg “I mean, we can still try”

Alice collapsed onto the floor in tears. Billy conjured tissues. Agatha climbed onto a sugar packet and tried to scream “Pull yourself together” but ended up falling inside.

Lilia finally walked in like the goddamn boss she was, heels clicking, scarf immaculate, sunglasses still on despite being indoors.

She took one look at the scene—crying Alice, confused Billy, guilty Jen, and two very pissed-off bugs—and sighed.

“I told you all to stop messing with unstable spell forms” she said coolly, dropping her purse on the counter “And this is why”

“Billy” Agatha said “if you don’t fix this in the next five minutes, I swear to everything that’s unholy, I will crawl up your nose in your sleep”

He stared in horror, covering his face with his hands.

“Did you try the boundary weave reversal?” Lilia asked

“Yes”

“Ancestral rune sync?”

“Also yes”

“Did you offer a sacrifice?”

Billy blinked “Of what?”

“Something worthy. Like a soul. Or a first edition of Witch Weekly. Or like..I don’t know, your dignity”

“I already lost that trying to convince Jen not to squish them”

“Fair”

An hour later, the coven gathered in a circle.

Billy stood at the center, Agatha and Rio hovering in their glowing roach bubble.

Candles. Latin. Smoke. More Latin. Rio kept humming ‘La Cucaracha’ under her breath.

And then…

FLASH!

It worked.

Kinda.

Not really.

Because now Agatha and Rio were human-sized.

Still roaches.

But five-foot-nine roaches.

Naked. Giant. Human-roach hybrids.

“Oh my god” Jen whispered. “They’re roach cryptids”

“I’m gonna vomit” Alice said.

Lilia stared like she was already writing a scientific paper about it “Fascinating.”

“BILLY” Agatha roared, voice now deep and echoing and somehow still sexy.

“IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT”

“FIX IT OR I’LL BURY YOU IN COMPOST”

Agatha grabbed a tablecloth and wrapped it around her roach torso. Rio tried to flex one of her weird bug arms and immediately fell over.

“I think I like this” she said.

Agatha glared “You are NOT staying like this.”

“But mi amor, imagine the Halloween costumes”

“NO”

“So let me get this straight” Billy said, massaging his temples as he stared at the two giant naked roach-people wrapped in tablecloths “You want me to try another spell?”

“No” Rio said.

“Yes” Agatha said.

Agatha looked at her “Yes!”

Rio grinned “But babe-”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You lost one of your legs five minutes ago and tried to reattach it with bubblegum”

“It was working”

“It was not”

Billy sighed “Okay. I have one more spell that might work. But if it backfires, you could turn into, like, centaurs. Or ducks. Or… like… hotdogs”

“Honestly?” Agatha said “That’s fine. As long as I have skin again. I am tired of scratching my thorax on the carpet. I want my boobs back”

Rio raised a claw “Yeah, I want her boobs back too!”

Jen, standing across the room holding a spray bottle like a weapon, muttered, “If they turn into hotdogs, I’m quitting magic”

Billy stood in the middle of the chalk circle, chanting softly. Lilia joined in, her voice low and smooth.The circle glowed.

A warm hum filled the room.

Rio burped loudly.

“Sorry, I’m anxious” she whispered.

“If that ruins the spell” Agatha hissed “I will never forgive you”

And then-

BOOM!

A flash of light and a bunch of glitter that definitely wasn’t part of the spell.

Agatha blinked.

Rio gasped.

They looked at each other.

Human.

Naked.

On the kitchen floor.

Billy screamed and covered his eyes.

“FUCK YES!” Rio whooped, immediately jumping to her feet “I HAVE SKIN AGAIN! I CAN SEE MY TITS, I CAN SEE YOUR TITS!”

Agatha groaned, rolling over “Oh thank god, my spine is back... I missed my spine”

Alice burst into tears again “You’re beautiful! You’re soft and squishy and warm again!!”

Jen tossed them a blanket “Here. Cover your trauma”

Agatha wrapped it around her chest. Rio proudly stayed naked for three more minutes just because she could.

They sat on the porch later that night, both wrapped in mismatched blankets, drinking beer with the kind of thousand-yard stares you only get after almost being eaten by your own rabbit.

“I still feel like I have extra legs” Rio said.

“I think I do have extra legs. Emotionally”

“We should get tattoos” Rio said suddenly,taking Agatha by surprise

Agatha blinked “What”

“Roach tattoos”

“Absolutely not”

“C’mon. Tiny matching roach tattoos. To commemorate the time I accidentally turned you into a bug and then turned myself into a bug and then we got eaten by your stupid rabbit.”

Agatha opened her mouth.

Paused.

“Where would you put it?”

Rio grinned “Behind the ear. Real small. Like a whisper of trauma”

Agatha laughed. For real. That low, rasping, sexy laugh that made Rio’s spine melt.

“Fine” she said “Let’s get bug tattoos”

And just like that they were at the tattoo shop the next day. It smelled like antiseptic and bad decisions, which was perfect.

Billy had booked the appointment, of course, Jen and Alice sat in the corner playing Candy Crush and muttering “Y’all are fucking weird” at their friends very questionable decision.

Lilia refused to come. Said she needed “a break from reality”

Agatha went first.

She sat on the chair, pulled her hair aside, and let the artist ink the tiniest little roach silhouette behind her right ear.

“Make it smug” she said “Like it knows too much”

Rio followed.

Same design. Same place. Except hers had little antennae that curved like hearts because she’s a lover girl, of course.

They posed in the mirror afterward, fresh ink gleaming.

“I feel weirdly proud of this” Rio said.

Agatha sipped her iced coffee “I feel like if I ever see a real roach again, I’ll scream and cry and probably start levitating”

Rio nodded “Same”

“I love you” Agatha mumbled.

Rio smirked “Even if I’m a bug?”

“Especially then. That’s commitment”

Rio grinned “Till death or insect transformation do us part”

Pause, then a very needed kiss.

“Wanna go home and bang it out like humans?” Rio said wiggling her eyebrows

“God, yes”

Agatha took her hand (human hand, thank god) and left running the place.

A new day, a new era. Same dumbasses.

Bug life forever.

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen help their s/o who bumps into things

requested by anon: "I'm someone who is pretty bad with my peripheral view & I end up bumping into corners, walls, or tripping/stumbling over objects that are near me, I was wondering if you could make a svt reaction to them realizing this really bad habit & how they would react?"

notes: a 'how svt' reaction from fairyhaos after a long, long time ! i hope you guys like it <3

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seungcheol

in the beginning he'd get soso concerned that you were constantly bumping into corners and tripping over things on the floor. has attempted to book and drag you to an appointment at the opticians on a total of 5 different occasions only for you to insist that it's just your horrible peripheral vision and it's Fine. gets worried that you're gonna bruise yourself rlly badly, but you've convinced him to be less hovery-panicky when you accidentally walk into the latest inanimate object.

jeonghan

alternates wildly between acting like a concerned parent and not batting an eye. he's quick to pull you away from walls when it looks like you're getting close to bumping into it while rushing around a corner tho. makes small, conscious efforts to prevent you from hurting yourself, like holding your hand while you're out walking together or making sure that pathways through doors are as smooth as possible in his house so there are no obstacles for you to bump into. still laughs and shakes his head fondly as he remembers the one time to rammed head first into a glass door bc you didn't realize it was shut

joshua

you've bumped into his dining table and his coffee table and every piece of furniture in his house so many times that he asks you one day, half joking and half serious, if you'd like him to baby proof his house for you. finds it rlly endearing actually. gets concerned that you'll get painful bruises tho and always whips out an ice pack when you've had a particularly nasty bump with the wall, but other than that he's gonna make a surprised "oh!" sound before smiling and rushing over to you to pat your head and ask if his lovely darling is doing okay and do you want him to kiss is better for you? ^^

junhui

you're just like him fr!!!!! this little kitty keeps bumping his head on stuff bc he misjudges how short something is (or how tall he is) and so the two of you together are Walking Hazards. neither of you can walk in a straight line. you're constantly bumping shoulders, or bumping into other people, or just bumping into Stuff all the time. jeonghan jokes that you just make each other worse, and you protest every time before accidentally bumping into a table or a wall and making junhui trip over your feet bc he was standing far too close to you

hoshi

acts like it's the end of the world every time. wails loudly, whips out an emergency aid kit from somewhere and asks you to "show me the injury babe, show me where the wall hurt you so i can fix it immediately!!!!!" even if it's just a light, accidental touch against the wall as you turn a corner, he's fussing over your shoulder and asking if you need any bandages. definitely carried u bridal style one time bc you just kept on bumping into things as you walked and he was like. that's it. i can't have you being hurt anymore just jump into my arms and ill carry u!!!! he ended up almost tripping over thin air but oh well. he means well. 

wonwoo

his eyes immediately zero in on you whenever he hears a soft "thump" and the sound of you either swearing your head off or making a small "oops" sound, depending on how hard you'd hit something this time. always assesses if you've hurt yourself badly before deciding how to respond, but these days he's learnt that your bumps often aren't incredibly life threatening and more like a little kitten bumping into their reflection in the mirror bc they didn't even know reflections existed. it's kind of cute, he thinks, even if he does wince in sympathy a little when you stub your toe against a chair leg and then start swearing like a sailor

woozi

you come running into his room to show him something before abruptly tripping over a fold in a rug, bashing into the wall and knocking his headphones off his side table all in the span of three seconds, and he doesn't know whether he should laugh or ask you if you're okay. he's kinda used to it now tho, so he does both, and you just roll your eyes before flopping onto his bed and pulling out your phone to show him the video you originally came to show. it's a normal occurrence, you're both used to it, and he's long since given up trying to protect you from your habits

minghao

yelps in surprise every time, and then sucks in his teeth and clicks his tongue, pulling you closer to him to avoid any more accidents. rubs your arm or your hip or wherever you've managed to hit yourself against something this time, telling you that your body is precious okay u can't keep hurting yourself like this >:(( still lowkey thinks you look like an adorable bumbling baby animal tho, especially when you walk wobbily and end up bumping into something before shaking your head confusedly and continuing on your path. is trying to teach you better spacial awareness. can't tell if it's actually working or not. 

mingyu

he loves it. thinks it's hilarious. not the part where you might hurt yourself, but the part where you run into stuff and go "oops" so adorably. the both of you are The Clumsy™ couple with mingyu breaking things left and right and you giving yourself bruises every day when you bump into the latest innocent object that had been minding its own business. the first few times he was worried you'd hurt yourself really badly, but once he realised that you didn't get too hurt from it then he'd resorted to grinning at you adoringly (like your terrible peripheral vision was something cute???) bc he just thinks anything you do is so funny and sweet

dokyeom

always has an arm slung over your shoulder whenever he can while out walking on the street to protect you from dangerous corners or lamp posts or anything while you're out and about. it doesn't stop you bumping your hip against like, those mini standing cafe signs, or tripping over cracked paving slabs though, no matter how securely he's holding you into his side. you always end up making a surprised noise when you bump into something and then immediately apologise to the object, and it makes seokmin burst into laughter every time and pull you even closer to him because he just thinks that it's the funniest and cutest thing ever

seungkwan

soooo protective of you like actually. he would totally not be averse to the idea of wrapping you up in bubble wrap from the moment you wake up to the moment you're back in your safe and not dangerous bed at the end of the day. tsks affectionately and has lovingly dubbed you his mini walking disaster. makes startled noises every time you walk into or out of a room and accidentally trip over the uneven flooring or your own feet. tells you to pay better attention to ur surroundings, but tbh he's one to talk bc he's stubbing his toe against a table leg literally five times a month

vernon

spends like ten seconds laughing at you when you bumped shoulders with a lamp post on the street and then automatically muttered a "sorry". then he's so busy laughing that he walks smack into a lamp post himself, head first and making a concerning ringing sound as he does so and now it's your turn to laugh, even whilst you're holding his head and making sure that he hasn't given himself a concussion. you're not too bothered by your terrible peripheral vision (okay, you are, but you've kinda accepted it now) so hansol just thinks it's funny too. plus his hand-eye coordination isn't the best, so the both of u are always stumbling into stuff 24/7 anyways

chan

pretends to square up at whatever object or obstacle you've had an altercation with this time. he's all like "oh you DARED to be in the way, huh???? you're gonna pay for that!!" until you're laughing and trying to drag him down the street again. asks if you're okay, afterwards, smiling all the same bc he loves that he was able to make you laugh bc of how he reacted. and at home the freezer is stocked with mini ice packs bc he is Afraid that one day you're gonna bruise yourself rlly badly and god forbid you have to get Hurt and god forbid that you think he won't immediately try and do everything within his power to make the hurt go away :(( 

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[bratbarzal]

miss maggie i have loved every one of your fics (oys rarely leaves my brain lol) but I as a quinn girlie I fear what you’ll put us through (in a good way tho) with this one!! The header alone has me so ready 🫣🥰

I love you for this!! and I'm in a preview mood so enjoy lmao (subject to change while I figure the structure/pacing of the whole thing out)

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Quinn watches as a soft, feminine hand places a drink down beside him, sliding it as much as it can reach towards Brock, and he doesn’t even think before he tries to help, unintentionally grazing the skin with the tips of his fingers as he moves it the rest of the way. And it’s only the quick retreat that captures his attention, his eyes slowly trailing up the expanse of the arm attached until he meets the gaze of the server.

Until he meets your gaze.

Wide-eyes, parted lips, and a surefire wash of recognition as he looks up at you from his seat, the sudden urge to shoot up to greet you tingling from the base of his spine to the top of his toes. 

The chatter amongst the table fades to a dull background noise, his friends blurring into faceless shapes around him, and all he can see is you - like some sort of delirious tunnel vision, if you weren’t looking back at him the way you are, he’d think he was imagining you.

He’d think he was willing you into existence, that he was picturing you in front of him because somewhere deep in his subconscious, he wanted to see you.

But if that were true, surely he’d be picturing you how you were. Fresh faced, hair lightened and skin freckled by the sun, probably dressed in those overalls you used to wear when you were helping him fix up the boat all those years ago, paint hardened on your fingers and nails bitten to stubs so they wouldn’t break from all the labour. He’d picture you with your hair tied back, loose pieces fallen down where you had little to no energy to neaten them back up, and bruises and scrapes littered all over your knees from where you kept tripping over all the tools he would leave lying around in his parent’s garage.

He wouldn’t be picturing you like this.

Your hair is darker than he ever remembers it being, longer than he remembers, too, falling in perfect waves past your chest, not a strand out of place and glistening under the low lights of the bar. You look older, a little more refined, with sharper features enhanced by makeup, and the more he stares, the starker the difference becomes. The clothes you wear seem less like a costume, less like something you use to cover yourself up and disguise what lies beneath - now cinched at the waist and cut off at the thighs - and, sure, it’s probably a uniform, but he could never have pictured you wearing anything like this back then.

Only one thing remains the same - one undeniable feature you could never hide from him if you tried.

The way your eyes soften when they meet his, just like they did back then - like they were always zeroing in on the good in him, and they refused to see the bad. Your gaze feels just as addictive as it was all those years ago, a gradual warmth spreading through his lungs, breathing in deeper than he thinks he might have in a long time, and the sensation fizzles out the second you break eye contact.

He still follows your every movement; the way you place his drink in front of him, and empty the tray in your other hand, smiling quick at someone else and letting everybody know to shout you over if they need anything more, and then he watches as you retreat without sparing him another glance.

“Think she’s hot for Huggy,” breaks through the noise, a low chuckle beside him as Brock nudges his side and the rest of the guys all laugh in response.

“Huh?” Quinn frowns, breaking his attention from where you had disappeared and turning to his teammate. 

“The waitress,” he clarifies, “She got all flustered at the sight of you, I knew you had silent game but seeing it in person is just strange, it was like you hypnotised her or something.”

If he had the power to put you under any sort of spell, he thinks enough time has passed that it’s worn off by now - and he knows as much from the way you reacted, breaking from his gaze and turning your back on him like it was nothing, like the two of you were nothing.

[darkchemistryfanboy]

ok so I love the concept of Jason Todd never being adopted, so here are some Au's I built

Drug lord Au

this universe diverges when his parents are killed by the batman (indirectly tho)

his father got arrested by bats, and that singlehandedly took Jason and Catherine's income away, making Catherine's cancer medicine unavailable, killing her slowly and painfully

also Willis dies in prison for whatever reason you want

still, he understands that wasn't the point, at least untill he sees the batmobile

he sees the freakishly expensive car, realizes batman (or batman's boss) must have a shitton of money, and instantly grows a hate boner for the guy

ok so this is where the druglording begins

years later, he starts doing multiple jobs, using the little extra money he earns to feel the alley kids

since the kids won't accept free food, Jason uses them as a web of informants, spreading rumors and overall moving the pieces around for a new crime lord to rise to power

he wouldn't be called the red hood, but Jason becomes a crime lord all the same

he does the benevolent crime lord thing, no drugs to kids, castrating rapists and pedophiles and all that

he even busts some meta trafficking rings and creates a meta safe space in some abandoned gym

once he can get away with it, he starts killing some rogues

not every rogue, and definitely not any particularly famous ones, but starts killing them

he also notices Bats pays less attention to drugs and robberies when there are escaped rogues, so he starts to regularly break "tame" rogues like ivy or nygma out of Arkham

he also goes to college

this is all backstory

anyways eventually the opportunity presents itself to kill Joker and Jason takes it

this is the inciting incident

Bruce, Damian and Barbare are looking all over the city to find the person who killed, upon further inspection, multiple rogues without them noticing

Dick stays in Bludhaven (sorry Nightwing fans, but without Jason and the subsequent addition of Tim to the family, there's no reconciliation between Bruce and Dick)

Tim (who never became robin, but continued to stalk the bats) and Cass (who was found by Tim instead of Bruce) are trying to figure out how Ivy and Riddler keep escaping so easily

And finally, Steph and Duke are trying to investigate a meta gym whose owner apparently shares some of Steph's college courses

that's all I have planned but I assume they eventually figure shit oit and fight each other

also, if you want, you could add a third party (Court of owls, LoA, or something) for them to join forces against at the end

but do whatever, all I can provide is halfway decent ideas

No one is adopted Au

this one I have basically nothing but vibes

but dick becomes a talon and somehow tales control of the court of owls

Jason becomes the most relevant players in the Gotham underworld via crimelording

and Tim, when Bruce is scattered throughout time, goes and infiltrates the LoA, collapsing it and becoming it's new leader

neither of them were ever adopted by Bruce btw

anyways, these three want to make Gotham better, and are willing to fight for it, but since they have different visions of "better" there is s lot of fighting, with Bruce and Damian trying to prevent the city form collapsing

that's all I have for this one

like I said, literally just vibes

anyways tag me if someone writes a fix based on this I'd love to read it

[lexaslibrary]

APOLOGIZE - M.S.

you and bf!matt have an argument, but soon enough matt comes to apologize

warnings: angst (good ending ofc), crying, mention of yelling and screaming, pet names (just baby)… this is purely fictional and none of it is real. if any of these subjects upset you, don’t read!

a/n: this is exactly how i imagine an argument with matt would go (i probably would apologize first tho). if you want to take inspiration tell me or just mention me at the start / end please. english it’s not my first language. other than that, enjoy!

silence settled over the room as you sat on matt’s bed, knees drawn up to your chest, staring at the floor. your vision blurred as your emotions weighed down on you, and tears welled up in your eyes. all you could think about was matt. the thought of him being angry with you broke your heart. you hated this feeling; the feeling when the person you loved most was upset with you.

a few hours ago, you and matt had gotten into a heated argument. there had been shouting, crying, harsh words. it wasn’t just about the argument, it was about everything that had built up over the last few days. you hadn’t been there for him the way you should have, and the stress from everything else had finally flew out.

matt, who never raised his voice at you, had shouted and yelled. and though you knew the anger wasn’t really aimed at you, it still stung.

he had left you alone for now, sensing that you needed space, but the silence only made the guilt worse. you felt like you hadn’t shown him the love and care he deserved, and now you were just feeling the consequences on you.

a soft sob escaped you as your tears spilled down your cheeks. you wanted to fix it, to go back to how things were before the fight. you knew why he was angry, but it didn’t make it any easier. you just wanted to be better for him.

suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. matt’s voice drifted through the wood.

“baby?”

you sniffled, quickly wiping at your eyes. “yeah?” you answered softly, your voice breaking.

“can i come in?”

you nodded and hummed, your voice barely audible. “mmh.”

the door creaked opened slowly, and matt stepped inside, closing it gently behind him. his eyes found you immediately, and for a moment, he just stood there, looking at you. he didn’t want to be angry anymore. he just wanted to make it right.

“look at me,” he said, his voice quiet but insistent.

you hesitated before slowly meeting his gaze, and the sight of your tear-streaked face made his heart ache. “i’m so so sorry,” he said, his voice thick with guilt. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you. i never meant to hurt you.”

his words hit you harder than you expected. you shook your head, not wanting him to feel bad. “no, it’s not you, it’s not you. i’ve been terrible to you, matt. i haven’t been there for you. i haven’t been the girlfriend you deserve.”

matt shook his head firmly, his eyes searching yours. “you’re not terrible. you were just stressed. i should’ve understood. i should’ve talked to you instead of getting upset.”

he leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips, a gentle reassurance that spoke louder than words. pulling you into his arms, he held you close, letting you rest your head against his chest.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice fragile but sincere.

“i love you too,” you murmur, pressing his cheek against the top of your head.

“and i’m not angry anymore. you don’t need to apologize. you’ve been under so much pressure, and i haven’t been there for you like i should have. we’ll figure this out, okay?”

you nodded, your tears slowing as his words sank in. he always knew how to make you feel better, how to remind you that you weren’t alone in this.

you sniffled into his shoulder, his hand gently rubbing your back. “let’s sleep on it, yeah? i’ll be here.”

the soothing motion of his hand calmed you, and as you rested against him, exhaustion finally overtook you. despite the fight, despite the hurt, you knew you were loved, and you loved him too, more than anything. no fight could ever change that.

a/n: i feel like he would be such a softie. ily stay safe!

back to the general masterlist

[yuri-is-online]

I really love Sebek and Epel and Deuce

Sebek's Yutu would be a tad hilarious but also kinda sad because his dad MAY OR MAY NOT BE ALIVE because man

Malleus :(

Epel's Yutu tho......

I saw a fic where Epel can use a gun (mentioned in passing) so I'm imagining that while Epel's Yutu is a great farmer just like his dad

He's also got a rifle :)

You have given me a vision... the one thing Epel! Yutu wants... is to be a cowboy. Can you picture a baby who looks a lot like Epel with a little cowboy hat and boots, he'd be so cute. Also, I was having brain rot and decided to introduce one of the friends lovely @archetypal-archivist helped create for Yutu! Please check out their Azul! Yutu posting it's very good and I love it sososo much. Unfortunately this post does not feature Epel riding on a horse, I'll have to fix that sometime. And get back to Sebek later.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. For more fyuutre kid au, please check out the series section of my masterlist.

Yutu's earliest memory is of apples.

His parent had him in a sling as they worked, picking and packing the fruit as they softly hummed a lullaby to soothe his grumpy mood. He never was able to get over how big an orchard could be, even when he was old enough to walk under the trees and play with the other workers children something about that sea of greenery just felt magical. Like if he really focused the outside world would cease to be and he could wake up in a land of nothing but him, Yuu, and the acceptance you can only ever find in nature.

But that's not how things ever went. When he opened his eyes Yuu would pack him up and they would move to follow the harvest until the winters shut things down and it was back to that god awful place Yuu had been born in. He was glad to move away when Yuu found them a permanent place to stay when he turned 10, gladder still for it to be a farm even if it didn't have the orchards he loved so much. The old couple that hired Yuu on were impressed with how deeply the single parent cared for their son, and how eager the son was to to help his parent. It was the perfect set up for an ideal, if difficult, childhood that would nurture Yutu in to a strong young man.

But this isn't the happy family future, it's the bad one. And things were always going to go wrong sooner rather than later.

Mixing things up from the other posts, Yuu feels particularly drawn to farms and farm work when thinking about Yutu's father and ends up crisscrossing their country as a migrant farm worker until they're offered a full time position as a farm hand they happily accept in the hopes of stabilizing Yutu's education. Yutu genuinely loved his childhood and grew up having a deep respect for manual labor and agriculture. He assumes Yuu must have met his father while traveling and had a brief relationship that produced him, but accepts that whatever accident caused Yuu's memory loss will keep him from ever really knowing if that was the case. Yuu impresses on him that his dad was a hard worker with a bit of a temper who never backed down from a challenge. They tease him that he gets his "cute" side from his Pappa, which Yutu likes about as much as Epel probably would.

He's doing his time in the short king mines, Yutu won't hit his growth spurt until around 17 and how tall he gets is from that is up to you, but if he stays short just know he is not happy about it at all. Unless someone brings up the fact he could probably have a career as a professional jockey and then he will maybe think about it as being a blessing. Maybe. Yutu learned to ride pretty early on in life and he loves doing it, but he doesn't really want to race horses. He'd much rather be a cowboy with his own little farm and a family of his own with a big orchard to tend to. He's got big dreams of one day being able to introduce his partner to Yuu and give them a nice place to retire to.

Plays outside by himself a lot. There are some kids at school he befriends, but a lot of their parents are wary about letting their kids hang out with him at his house. Yuu is seen as a bit weird, even if the old couple they work for is well liked most people in town know their kids who really dislike Yuu and Yutu for reasons that escape Yutu but his parent seems to understand. "They think they're protecting their parents." As Yutu grows he thinks it has to be more about money, he and Yuu love working the farm but their kids all have different jobs they got college degrees for so they probably want to sell the land when their parents die. He's right about that last bit of course, and willing to let Yuu give them some charity but he doesn't think they care about their parents near as much as he cares about his. Otherwise they'd at least be nice to someone their parents considered part of the family and not ship their mom off to a nursing home before their dad was even in the ground. Or evict the outcasts they considered part of the family too.

You have no idea what to do as you pack up your few belongings, Yutu can tell that you are stressed and it makes him mad. He tries to focus on helping, taping things up and dragging them out to the beat up car as you listlessly stare at the kitchen sink. After he moves the second box he notices you're not packing anymore and goes to check what's wrong and his instincts begin screaming something's wrong. Your eyes are unfocused, staring down at a framed picture he remembers well.

"Do you ever think about how all of this is my fault?" You sound a world a way and Yutu guesses that you are, the photo of a younger you with a toddler him in a sling under the apple orchards stares back at you both questioning just where is it you plan to go from here. It can't be back on the open road, school is about to start and the entire point of staying here was to make things better for him. Yutu is about to ask you the same thing when he hears the wind pick up, and is that a carriage he hears? "If I hadn't forgotten you, then maybe I could have found a way back..."

"What in the goddamn-" Yutu is cut off by the glass being blown out and he dives on instinct to cover you as the world spins around him.

"I'm real sorry Epel, you don't have to forgive me but... even after all this time. I still love you... I still love you and how sad is that..."

Good news, Yutu doesn't have to sleep and a shitty motel tonight. Bad news, he's in the middle of some fancy private school shit and his parent is flat lining on their floor. He starts screaming bloody murder until Crewel comes and scoops him up and ushers him off to the hospital wing where they have a very tense conversation. Yes, he does belong here actually he was supposed to have been born in this world with it's magic, monsters, and annoying private school uniforms he finds himself shoved into and marched back out to that fuck ass mirror to hear what dormitory he belongs in. The fuck is a Pom-e-fee-or and why does that girl with the 2000s throwback hairstyle look like she wants to kill him for asking that?

That girl is the Vice Warden of his new house and she absolutely hates him on sight. Like, she's heard about Epel before, duh who hasn't? He performed in the VDC with the Vil Schoenheit and he had like a fun Magicam account where he promoted his family's apple farm. Didn't Yuu tell him anything about that? Ugh guess she'll have to do it and hey why is hE RUNNING AWAY DOES ELEGANCE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!?!?! WHERE IS YOUR POMEFIORE DIGNITY YUTU DON'T THINK SHE CAN'T CATCH YOU BECAUSE SHE'S GOT HEELS ON BITCH!!!

It's exactly where Epel's Pome Pride was when he first joined to dorm, down a drain someplace because Yutu thinks his dorm is the pits. Growing up like he did made him starkly aware of just how different people with money see people like him and instilled a deep hatred of people who make their personality their skincare routine. He thinks the way rich people spend their money is boring and hates that his dorm mates are spending their precious time in a literal apocalypse doing their make up and hair. His Vice Warden is irritated with him and asks what he does then when he can't control the circumstances around him and Yutu goes to snap back at her but finds he doesn't really have an answer.

"Have you even tried taking care of yourself before?" Peyton is looking over his hair in genuine disgust, it's different than the resting bitch face she usually has. Yutu has seen enough of both to be able to tell the difference now.

"I mean I don't not take care of it." Because Yuu had tried to get him to do things like a skincare routine before, and come to think of it they had phrased the reasoning much like Peyton is now. Take good care of yourself. His Vice Warden rolls her eyes and turns towards her vanity, the amount of homemade products and their labels immediately tells him they aren't all for her hair type.

"Yeah but you don't do it well. Look I'm not crazy about bougie stuff either but like, you just feel so much better when you put the effort into yourself and not what other people say about you." She hesitates before meeting his eyes in the mirror and adding. "Trust me, I'd know." And Yutu believes her.

It has got to be hard being a vocaloid stan in a dorm with a literal ballroom.

Yutu really does belong in Pomefiore. He's great with alchemy and magical plants, just like his dad Crewel is all to happy to tell him. They talk a bit about his dad and the situation in the Shaftlands, how no one has heard from Epel since the blot took over and it's insanely difficult to get anywhere near there since the Phantom Hunter makes your life a living hell if you try. Most people think he's dead, but Crewel isn't so sure. He thinks that the various communities across Mt. Moln could easily sustain themselves if they barricaded against the blot monsters, but they also don't have a lot of mages so actually defending themselves could be difficult. Then again this does mean that the stronger phantoms would be less interested, so who knows. In the climate of the day though it is probably best to brace for the worst.

The sports clubs still exist in a less intense manner than before to give people different ways to relax and things to do. Since Yutu loves horses he tried the equestrian club out before deciding it was way too "fussy" and settling in to the board game club since he never really had enough friends to actually play them with before. It's a lot of fun to compare all the ways these games are similar to ones he knows about from Yuu's world and yet completely different. It helps nurse his sadness over losing Yuu since they were the only one who ever played these sorts of games with him and he has fond memories of how they totally never let him win.

He takes a great deal of comfort in knowing his dad had similar struggles with his dorm placement and is overjoyed to learn about the family farm! He wishes he was there right now and drives Peyton absolutely bonkers telling her all about the tests he's run on the soil around campus, how he thinks blot might effect plant growth, and the ways he can think of to combat it. She's crying please just go talk to the Ignyhide kids they totally care about that stuff probably! His lectures end up being useful when they're finally unable to avoid going out on missions any longer as understanding the signs of heavy pollution makes the stronger phantoms easier to track.

It's a realization Epel has also had, secluded in his little village as he is. Harveston has heavily fortified it's position and bulked up it's population with the survivors of other surrounding communities. They have been gifted the ability to endure, but Epel doesn't know if their community will survive long term unless the phantoms are dealt with. The surviving members of his family from the Queendom told awful stories when they retreated here, if that's what's going on in the rest of the world he imagines S.T.Y.X. is probably involved so he tries to keep his eyes peeled for anything like their tech. He manages to find a busted drone in the snow one day and brings it home to work on it whenever he gets a spare moment. It helps him ignore his grief over losing Yuu, his child, and contact with all of his friends. When he's focused on not breaking the drone further, he can convince himself he's either worked through that already or that once he fixes it he will have everyone he lost back at home with him where they belong.

Unit 7954 cackles back to life with a stream of what sounds like a stream of curse words, but Idia has certainly never heard any of them before. He knows that joyful cackle though and he thinks he must have stayed up too long again because he as to be hallucinating. There is no way he's actually looking at Epel, but the whooping before he shyly calms himself down reassures him he is. The two frantically talk about the situation in the Shaftlands and the number of survivors before Idia smacks himself and remembers to mention Yutu's existence. Epel falls off his chair in surprise at the news and Idia is worried he's killed the man before he hears his sobbing. Breaking through the front lines of the Fairest Queen might be impossible, but a video call now that Epel has fixed the drone isn't and Ortho is nice enough to set one up.

"Sevens yer big." Yutu feels like he's 10 feet tall when he hears the drawl of his father's voice. "Bigger than I was at yer age I reckon." The man is certainly taller than him, with lavender waves he's tied neatly back to let him see better under his thick winter clothing. His smile is so warm and friendly Yutu wishes he could dive through the screen and be there with him right this instant. "'s ok if ya don't know where to start with the questions, I bet you got a bunch."

"Why'd you marry Yuu?" It's not what he expected to ask first. He wanted to talk about school, or ask something practical like tips about finding his unique magic or fighting monsters. But that was what he really wanted to know wasn't it? Why Yuu was so important, if he was important to this man and his different accent even after all these years. And the happy smile that relaxes his father screams that he is, it's as if he's shed years of stress and suffering just thinking about his parent.

"Be easier to list the reasons I didn't like them since there aren't any." Epel closes his eyes and thinks about that first moment he realized how much he liked you, tucked away studying in the library and bickering about how to do an assignment as he wondered why you were even there and if you thought he was cool at all. "Since Yuu was from another world a lot of us felt like they deserved a good home here, but that just meant I wanted to invite them over for the summer and stuff like that. Didn't mean I wanted to spend the rest of my life with them, that's what I thought at first anyway. But well, you know Yuu pretty well. They always somehow know where the good lies in even the worst of people. Or at least they knew where it was in me and made sure to believe in it right up until the last day I saw them." They both quiet at the thought of that, Yutu wondering if he should push further before Epel quietly adds. "I hope you know they'd be stupid proud of you for everything. Pomefiore isn't an easy dorm to be a part of but if you put in the work you'll really thrive there, and the both of us really believe you've got what it takes to do that yeah? If you'll let me speak on their behalf anyway."

"Of course you can." Yutu does his best not to cry, but Epel can tell it isn't going to work. "You- you miss them too after all." And isn't that the truth.

The plan to go back in time is decided on before the blockade around Harveston can be breached. Epel gives Yutu as much information as he can about the past and what to expect before he goes, making him promise to hug the younger him at least once in the hopes the memory will somehow flow across time and he'll get a taste of what it's like to hold his son before he sends him off with a "good luck" and "kick their ass!" Even though neither of them fully know who is responsible just yet.

Epel! Yutu has an easier time adjusting to the past than a lot of the other Yutu's thanks to Epel's descriptions of people like- well mostly just his description of Rook. He still comes off as weird but in an endearing way as opposed to an "I need to run for my existence literally" type of way. Unfortunately his dad might have buried the memory of just how in his feelings and jealous he got about Yuu pre relationship. He's rolling his eyes and ignoring everything Yutu says because he wants to monopolize your attention and Yutu is honestly kind of living for it. He thinks it's super cool that his dad is willing to fight for Yuu's affections even though he could be considered to have no chance. He's short, more "cute" than he is "hot," and poor by a lot of people's standards. Sure, Yutu loves the farm life and Yuu must have to raise him in it but if that isn't how you grew up he's super surprised you chose Epel. Surprised and grateful because Yutu really loves his dad.

That love gets through to Epel somewhat, he's super confused as to why the new guy thinks he's so cool AND why he wants to complain about it. Isn't that what he wants? To be seen as cool, strong, and reliable? Well sure but he wants you to see him that way more than anything, it'd make him so happy if he had your approval. He's happy to have your friendship but- well it would just be nice to have you around forever. He's going to miss you when you go back to your world.

Yutu considers re joining the board games club to get close to Idia, but sees Azul and moonwalks his way out of there in a move that definitely doesn't put him on either of their radars and announces to Yuu that he will be starting a book club instead. He does this so he has a reasonable excuse to spend a bunch of time in the library and request access to various archives but Sebek joins since it meets once a week on Saturdays and railroads it into being like. An actual book club. They have other members too and Yutu hates it because he isn't super fond of wasting his time reading things unrelated to his mission but some of the stuff Sebek recommends is good he guesses.

Yutu thinks he's doing a good job of flying under the radar of suspicion, and to be fair Epel and Yuu are a bit too caught up in each other to notice the stranger things about Yutu but Sebek is not and convinces them to surveil where he goes after the book club meetings. Grim is on board just because he's tired of watching Epel and Yuu make heart eyes at each other and he thinks he can get tuna out of it so they make a day of it. It turns out Yutu goes to Craneport every weekend without fail to meet up with... someone. He goes to an apartment building and it would be a bit too obvious if they followed him in there without more evidence (Yuu has to be the one to point this out because you know Sebek and Epel are ready to charge.) So they keep this up for a couple of weeks until one day Yutu cancels the book club meeting and leaves campus early. This time he heads towards the mines Yuu explored with Ace and Deuce for the mage stone that second night they were at NRC. There are several people there, and Yutu does something he's never done, not even around Yuu who he has described as a friend. He lets down his hood.

The shock of lavender that tumbles out from the hood has all three of you tripping over yourselves to cover your mouths. His facial expressions, mannerisms, and even the way he goes the pull his hair screams that he has to be related to Epel. He's admitted to being from your world, and the way he speaks, the shape and color of his eyes and the way he laughs have to come from you. Sebek isn't able to keep it in any more as he starts crying, then loudly denying he's crying, congratulating you on your marriage since you are a friend of the young master before yelling at Yutu for acting in a manner that could have brought dishonor to his parents.

All of this scares the phantom Yutu's friends were hunting out of hiding and forces everyone to fight it. Yutu is extremely flustered from Sebek's scolding but he is nowhere near as embarrassed as Epel who immediately starts taking it out on the phantom and cussing up a storm. It's one of the quicker fights Yutu has had with a blot monster, and he isn't really complaining when Epel drags him and Yuu into the Dwarf's Cottage for a chat.

"So I'm yer Pa, Yuu's m' spouse and ya didn't think to spit that out 'fer you went fighting shit fucks BECAUSE?" Epel is steaming mad, he's almost as red as Riddle which Yutu would be impressed by if he wasn't so embarrassed.

"Um. Cause I didn't think you would-"

"YER GODSDAMNED RIGHT I WOULDN'TA BELIEVED YA! At first anyway." Normal, or would it be fake? Neither Yutu supposes, calm Epel is back as he crosses his arms and really looks at him. "You look like me, and you sound like them. I bet there's things you can tell me about myself you'd have no way of knowing otherwise so why bother hiding yourself? Don't you want my help?"

"Our help." You speak up immediately and Epel nods, affirming what you said slightly embarrassed he let his insecurities forget that you were here too for a moment. Yutu doesn't answer immediately, instead he looks very firmly at the ground as if he would rather be anywhere else than admit what he's about to.

"... not if it means you both die. I- I don't think I can watch that happen again." And oh seven does that change the tone of the conversation, because what does he mean by again?

Yutu refuses to answer until he gets to hug Epel. He expects it to be awkward, but it isn't at all. His dad squeezes him so tightly Yutu is sure his future self has got to feel it as he slowly lays out his story about the bad future and how he thinks it got to be there. About growing up in Yuu's world and the pain of watching you die. Epel is mad as hell to hear about it and swears it won't happen and is halfway out the door before he even has time to process it. Everyone brings Sebek up to speed, who insists on informing the young master immediately; something everyone agrees is a good course of action given how Briar Valley was the first place they know of being effected.

Malleus is delighted that everyone agreed to invite him on their secret mission, but also deeply disturbed by what hears. As Briar Valley's King, it is his responsibility to make sure nothing like Yutu is describing happens for no other reason than it would harm his subjects, but he can't help but be personally insulted that whoever did this would rob his human friend of their happiness too. The only re-payment he requests is that when (not if) he saves the future that Epel and Yuu invite him to the wedding, baby shower, christening, and any other important milestone they have in their lives. It's an easy enough thing to agree to Epel thinks. He has the approval of Ace and Deuce already, so to have Malleus announce he accepts him as your man too? That's all of the family you've collected in this world so... it's not too much trouble to ask you to join his, right? He won't be tricked this time, promise. You will walk this life hand in hand until the eternal sleep takes you both, and that won't happen until Yutu is practically an old man himself. And you of all people should know what Epel can do when he sets his mind to it; he got you to fall in love with him after all, didn't he?

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

The differences in cultures and behaviors between different fandoms is so fascinating to me, I love just musing on the various differences

Back in my Warrior Cats phase on scratch there was barely an single fanart of canon characters, everything was original characters and original clans.

During my time in the Genshin Impact fandom people would play with the various canon character elements to make new characters but there wasn't quite the level of wholly divorced from canon stories there.

There was shipping tho! An absolutely unhinged amount of shipping. Every single character who wasn't a literal child had at least one, maybe two default/mainstream ship partners that most people shipped them with, then a handful of rarer ships as well

Then I moved to Dream SMP 'cus I heard that it had a lot of platonic relationships that were so popular that they made it into the top 100 ao3 ships multiple years in a row, and I was getting pretty romanced out by Genshin at that point so it seemed like a perfect choice.

And it was! Dream SMP had the best platonic relationship representation of any fandom I've been in before or since. But it has the dark flipside to it, where the reason was partially because the fans were freaking off the rails toxic and hostile to the mere suggestion that any character might ever be attracted to another

The Hermitcraft and Life Series are better with platonic relationships than Genshin Impact, but nowhere near as good as DSMP, with the return of a handful of mainstream ships, but not the pressure to have a ship for every single character

Then there's the fascinating ways MCYT fandoms had every characters' designs and even species up in the air and it's common place to just make any random guy part any random animal, which is incredible fun

But then OCs in the MCYT fandom are a whole other thing, as they tend to come most in the Warriors style where they come out of fanmade servers and tend to be fairly divorced from canon most of the time, only generally inspired by the setting

And now in the Magnus Archives fandom we've got the canon ships, with one specific one vastly dominating the whole fandom to even more extremes than any singular Genshin ship ever reached, which I've gathered is a pretty common experience in other fandoms but this has been my first time actually experiencing it first hand

And TMA has a similar thing with Warrior Cats where it works really well as a set of world building that can be shoved upon other fictional characters for some fun AUs, which was never really a thing with MCYT (though I think it kinda was with Genshin Impact, to a degree, where people would draw other characters in Genshin splash art style and assign them Visions and all that.)

Warriors is by far the most extreme of these, up with My Little Pony in terms of how you're almost guaranteed to see at least one fanart of the characters in any fandom drawn as warrior cats/ponies

And then there's the popular AU types! Genshin Impact was chock full of highschool AUs. Dream SMP had Foster Family AUs and Superhero AUs galore (especially with SBI), but it also had a smaller Humans Are Space Orcs / Alien AUs phenomen that I've not been able to find again in my other fandoms since. I never read enough Life Series and Hermitcraft fanfic to get a good grasp on their popular AUs, but various flavour of Modern AU with the characters assigned random jobs seemed common, and they had a lot of Superhero AUs spawned by HoTGuY. TMA is mostly everyone is happy AUs, like No Paranormal Nonsense AUs and Happily Ever After Post Canon AUs, but also a whole heckin' lot of Time Travel (usually fix-it fic) AUs, which is something I never really saw in the other fandoms

I don't have a good ending to this post as there's no real point to it, it's just me babbling about fandoms

[ollypopwrites]

3 Things in Common With Your OC

Got tagged by @curiouswisp a while ago (sorry this is so late) and more recently by @strugglinggranola

Thank you for the tags 💜

Vanya Ingellvar

Bone Collecting

Specifically baby teeth and animal bones.

So, mine are just my dogs baby teeth. i pain stakingly collected what teeth of sprouts i could to keep forever (puppies swallow them a lot of the time but i was unemployed and hyperfixated when she started losing baby teeth so i was ON IT.) Vanya has literally kept all of her own baby teeth and she uses them for divining. Her and I both collect animal bones, but her collections wayyy bigger than mine. I have a singular Racoon skull and some little bones from oddity shows here and there. Vanya’s got a bunch stashed away somewhere for safe keeping while she’s been away from the Mourn Watch (honestly Vorgoth probably has them rn).

Anxiety

Here’s some Olly lore that I gave to Vanya: I was simultaneously an overachiever in uni (3.9 GPA BABYYYYY) but was sooooo anxious in general that I never did any of that cool stuff like getting my papers published or getting to know my professors really well. the best i could do was show up for help when i was really struggling. On the occasion, i would get comfortable enough with professors to kind of be friendly with them. This was mostly when i was told a project idea i had might be “pushing it” as far as feasibility for me to get it done went, and I would usually show up days later with said project finished to near perfection like “you should not have told me i can’t do it because it only made me do it even more.”

Vanya is mostly the same, but shes more like me now that I’m medicated. So still anxious but wayyyyyy more balanced out than I was in when I was in school. she also reacts to anxiety the same way i do. unfortunately, when i get overwhelmed or overstimulated i get really easily irritated or tunnel visioned. Like me, she just kind of has to keep moving cuz if she stops she’ll have a meltdown. can’t have a meltdown mid-fight for the world, so let’s get back to work we can have a cheeky menty-b later 💜

Glasses!

Vanya wears glasses and so do I! We actually have pretty much the same pair of oversized gold rimmed glasses rn as well. you don’t get a picture of me in them tho.

“But Olly,” you say, “don’t Vanya’s glasses get knocked off or broken with all the fighting she does” and the answer is yes lol. That’s why i have screenshots of her without them and definitely not cuz the mod only has so much capability. I like to think she doesn’t NEED them to fight but she’s right on the mark with her magic everytime when she does. and when she doesn’t have them she’s just slightly off and has to concentrate harder. Most of her gold is spent on replace/fixing them during the Fighting the Gods time.

Bellara is working on inventing her near indestructible glasses and Emmrich is buying her some pretty gold chains so she stops losing them and asking him if he’s seen them for the 100th time. He may also have procured a handful of pairs he just holds on to. because she will lose them around the lighthouse or break them in a fight and it’s probably best he just has a spare pair on him. thats alleged, though, you can’t prove it and he will never admit it. Vanya has not caught onto it yet and he will keep it that way.

no pressure tagging @sofiemystique @razildor @silshinobii @bankabb @aldisobey