#i haven't picked up a pen for a while and it shows

[lost-in-fandoms]

do you have any Tarzan!Max thots to help me get through this weekend?

oh haven't thought about Tarzan Max in a while!

I'm thinking about Max being very curious about all the things in Daniel's camp. The tents are easy to understand, because they're shelter, and he comes to grips with the concept of clothing quickly enough (even if he isn't too fond of wearing them) but there's just. so much going on. he's always touching things, from things like radios and cameras and pens and notebooks, to less safe things like knives and hot pans.

the food they eat is pretty similar to what max is used to, but he is perplexed for a bit about the concept of cooking it.

one time though they make soup and max LOVES it. he doesn't particularly like forks so it's nice that he can just pick up the bowl and slurp the food and it tastes so good! the word for soup is one he learns very quickly.

I also thinks he brings things to the camp himself. he climbs trees to get the best fruit and the prettiest flowers. sometimes he just. guides animals over. one time he comes to the camp with a bird in his hands to show it off.

and i think that one time he takes daniel to one of his sleeping places. he's very protective of his secret spots, because it's important to have safe places to sleep in the jungle, but he trusts daniel and daniel lets him sleep in his tent, so max wants to reciprocate. he has a little cave on the side of a cliff, kind of hard to get to (he has to carry daniel there using some roots and vines), but it is surprisingly dry and cozy. not as much as an actual tent but daniel feels very honored anyway.

[chlo-le-mouton]

Fairy boy

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

"Better than ever!" "Good as new!" Maybe if you hear it long enough, it'll start to sound true.

[veryberryjelly]

hey girl!!! I think ur still writing for jake from b99 (hopefully) so i was wondering if i could request him with a reader who's on her period and she's working, jake brings her home and comforts her (cause her cramps are rlly bad) <3

jake peralta x fem!reader

cw : reader is described as female, reader has truly bad cramps

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

as a woman, one of the necessities of life was making sure you could function during your period.

if you didn't have a way to cope, it was hard, or almost impossible to do day to day tasks such as going to work.

and you had your emergency kit in your desk drawer. heating pad, tampons, spare underwear, pads and some pills your doctor had prescribed to you when you explained how bad your cramps could get.

and while you would usually replenish your kit a few days before your period started, you hadn't expected the wave of cramps that overtook you as you sat at your desk.

"shit-" you muttered under your breath when you felt the first one.

you were quick to open your drawer and look for the familiar yellow bottle, only to find it empty.

your stomach dropped and another cramp rolled through your abdomen.

you couldn't do much about it now, only put on a heating pad, change your underwear and put on a pad.

so that's exactly what you did. you grabbed your necessary supplies and headed towards the bathroom, making an extra effort to walk straight instead of hunched over.

you felt a pair of eyes on you briefly but just ignored it, knowing your priority at the moment.

when you returned to your desk, heating pad in place over your abdomen, you felt a tiny bit better, but the cramps were still coming fierce and fast.

it must've been the crease in your brow that alerted jake of your discomfort because after a few moments you saw a figure sit down at the side of your desk.

you picked your eyes up to find his familiar brown eyes. a soft smile settled briefly on your lips.

" what's up ?" you questioned, dropping your pen down on your desk quietly as to not aggravate the headache you could feel forming.

" you doing okay ?" he questioned, his voice quiet and comforting.

you should've known jake would notice you acting off. he knew you too well not to notice.

" yeah, i'm fine-" you paused momentarily when you felt a stabbing pain in your lower back. " just cramps "

early on in your relationship jake had found out just how bad your cramps could be. after you had to cancel a date last minute saying you were unwell and he showed up to your apartment with takeout. you had just been honest with him and told him you got really bad cramps.

he wasn't rude or grossed out, he just asked how he could help and you ended the night curled on your couch with his arm draped over your stomach, his palm splayed out under your t-shirt on your abdomen.

since that night he had always been there when you needed him to be.

" v'you taken anything ?" he questioned, his voice still slightly hushed.

" haven't replenished my prescription "

a small hiss came from his lips as he took in the repercussions of you not having the thing that made these few days more bearable for you.

" d'you want me to go and refill it for you ?" his suggestion made your heart melt and you reached your hand over to squeeze his hand lightly.

" it's okay, i can wait a couple hours. can we go by the pharmacy on the way home, though ?" you asked to which he nodded immediately.

he gave your hand a small squeeze, giving you a comforting smile before he departed back to his own desk.

you thought you could wait until the end of the work day, but your cramps only worsened over the next hour.

you couldn't focus on your case reports over the stabbing pain through your body.

" c'mon i'm taking you home "

you lifted your head to find jake stood by your desk, his jacket on and his bag over his shoulder.

" jake, you don't have to do this. i'm fine, and we've both got st-"

" would you just let me do this for you? i talked to holt and he's giving you the afternoon off and i'm taking you home. " the way he said it left almost no room for discussion. he was taking you home and that was the end of it.

you didn't debate with him, just pulled your jacket over your shoulders and picked up your bag.

his hand slipped easily into yours as the two of you walked out of the precinct and down towards the parking lot.

the drive back to your apartment wasn't a long one, it felt a lot better after jake hopped out at the pharmacy and returned to the car with your prescription in his hand along with a bottle of water.

when you arrived home, jake told you to go and shower, change and get settled on the couch while he made some tea.

you were quick to go into your bedroom, grab one of jake's t-shirts and a pair of long pyjama pants and get take them into the bathroom.

your shower was quick but definitely made you feel a bit better. when you stepped out you changed into the clothes you had gotten out and walked out into the living room.

you found jake sat on the couch on his phone, a mug of tea on the coffee table beside a hot water bottle and one of your cosiest blankets on the couch.

nothing was said as you sat down and leant into jake's frame, his arms wrapping around you swiftly. he simply offered you the remote and made minimal comments when you put on a film you both enjoyed.

though as much as you enjoyed it, your head went limp against jake's chest within the first half an hour.

[charliemwrites]

Before charmed slasher Simon revealed his true identity, what were movie nights like? I’d kill for a lil section on them almost cuddling on the couch while watching a scary movie and Simon absolutely adoring when you jump and scooch closer to him on instinct 🥹🥹 please charlie I beg you 😭

*Checks notes, chats with The Council* Yeah okay... we can do that.

CW for a bit of somnophilia and Simon being a creep!!

You open the door looking like some kind of pastry with too-big eyes. Soft, cream-colored pair of joggers and a thin pink jumper, so fuzzy he just knows he'll find fluff on him after this. You look so cozy and sweet; he wants to put a pretty belled collar on you. Maybe watch you curl up in a nest of blankets, safe behind the bars of a cage.

But maybe not, he muses as you chirp a greeting, taking his hand to tug him into your apartment. A lamb inviting a wolf to the pen. He likes you best like this, all loose limbed and free to roam. Thinks maybe you'd lose some of that mischievous glint if he locked you up.

The collar though... he'd like to hear it ring as you bounce around him.

"I am the bestest friend ever," you declare, squeezing calloused fingers so much bigger and crueler and blood-stained than your own. "You know why?"

He arches an eyebrow. Your impish smile widens with delight. "Why's that, luv?"

"Well, you know that one place you wanted last week, but they were closed?"

He grunts and nods. Last week was your choice to pick the movie, which mean he was in charge of dinner.

"Well... they're still closed for repairs but! I talked to the owner, who talked to his mum, and she gave me the recipe for that dish you like. So guess what I did!"

He stares at you for a moment, teeth aching his jaw with the urge to sink them into soft flesh. Mark you as his. How the hell are you real? How the hell are you here?

When he's silent a beat to long, you click your tongue.

"You're no fun - I tried to make it," you explain.

Only then does he become aware of the scent in your apartment. Garlic and red meat and savory spices. His mouth fills with saliva as he focuses his attention on you again.

"Smells great, luv," he says, flicking the corner of his mouth up.

You beam. "Hopefully it's good! I tried it first and it seems alright, but I'm not sure it's as good as the restaurant."

It's almost not a conscious thought to snap his arm out and scoop you up, dragging you in against his chest. You yelp initially, but it devolves into a little giggle as you flatten your palms against his chest.

"Thank you, luv."

Every time he comes into your home, it's a struggle not to keep you. Not to take this place for himself, keep you for his own among all your pretty, soft things. Blood washes out; he'd show you how.

"Rileyyyy!" you mock-whine, pushing at him. "C'mon, before it gets cold."

He wants to make a comment about eating you. Simon thinks he could survive a winter on your taste alone. Instead he lets you on your feet, eases his snake-like grip around your waist. You cast him one last, warm look and skip off to the kitchen to fill bowls with food.

"So what movie are we watching?" you call.

"You ever seen Sinister?" he asks.

You make an annoyed noise. "You know I haven't!"

"Well, that's what we're watching."

You appear with a full, steaming bowl and a beer, shoo him to the couch with a little kick to his ankles. "Get it set up while I finish serving."

"Bossy thing," he tuts, voice a little too low for teasing.

The bridge of your nose darkens with a flush, but you make a cheeky little face in return. "Someone's gotta keep you in line!"

You're gone before you can hear the rumble in his chest. Some days he could swear you know what you're doing; that you know just what sort of animal you're poking at. That you're seeing just how much you can prod before he springs.

He tries not to imagine that cheeky, smug little smirk going all wet-eyed and desperate with lust. Sits to hide the bulge forming in his pants and sets up the movie.

You saunter out with your own, less-filled bowl and a glass of white wine. Take one look at the screen and shoot him an exasperated look.

"I should have known," you complain.

"Literally called Sinister, luv."

"Yeah, I know," you lament.

As soon as the movie starts you're curling into his side, eyes huge. Meal forgotten in your lap.

"Oh, no," you whisper, tilting your face to give him a pleading look. "I can't eat like this!"

"Eat quick, luv. You'll have a break after this first part.”

You do as you’re told; take a big sip of wine when you’re done - just in time for the first jumpscare. You save the wine but quickly put it away, shrinking down against the cushions.

“You’re mean, awful, terrible,” you mumble, fumbling a blanket off the back of the couch.

“‘S not very nice,” he snorts, licking his fork clean. You’d made it quite well for a first time. Not necessarily as good as the restaurant’s but better for you having made it special for him.

“You’re not very nice,” you reply, going stiff with fear as the “home movies” start playing. “No no no, fuck all of that.”

As soon as he’s set his bowl aside, you’re clinging in his arm. Bicep squished against your breasts, little fingers curling hard into flesh. He hopes you’ll leave cute little bruises. Your eyes are huge trained on the tv, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Holy shit,” you squeak, hiding your face.

Chuckling, he nudges at you. “Uh uh, no hiding. C’mon, I’m right here.”

You whimper and snuggle in even closer, wedged up against his ribs, leaning into him. Nearly climb into his lap when the creature starts moving on the screen, hands flapping.

“Fuuuuuck that,” you whine, “he’s so fucked oh my god.”

Simon chuckles, setting his other hand on your thigh. Indulges in stroking his thumb over the inseam of your joggers. You barely even seem to notice, engrossed in fear.

By the end, you’re fanning yourself of the panic, shooting him a look that’s meant to be accusing but mostly just owlish.

“You have to make it up to me,” you declare.

Oh, he could think of a dozen ways to do that.

“Yeah?” he rumbles. “What do you need?”

“We’re watching something else. My pick this time.” You pause, shoot him a worried look. “Can you stay for another?”

He smirks. “Couldn’t kick me out if you tried, luv.”

You really couldn’t. Because you’re adorable when you’re scared. Look like something to ruin. But the aftermath is almost better. When your body melts into warmth and (false) safety. The anxiety drains away, leaving you sleepy and pliable. You’ll fall asleep within the hour.

And you do. Clue playing (subtitles on) you’re snoozing against his shoulder before long. He waits until the movie ends for plausible deniability, then takes you to bed. You hardly stir, save to press your nose against his collar with a little hum.

He eases you out of your joggers, eyes flickering at the pretty lace clinging to your hips. Tiny little bows at the sides.

Snuffs out the bedside lamp and fishes his fully-hard cock from his pants. He teases his free hand along your inner thigh, over the lace front of your panties. Scrapes his nail a bit where your clit is hidden. Nearly purrs when you moan softly, wiggling on the mattress to open your thighs wider, still out cold.

Fucks his other hand vicious and brutal, relishing the slight dry pain. Fast and hard, already worked up from having you trembling against him for over an hour. It doesn’t take long to fall over that edge, the memory of your squeaks and cries finishing him off.

He covers the sensitive, angry tip as he cums, no matter how much he wants to paint you with his spend. He takes a deep breath as the pleasure courses through him, twitching through aftershocks. Cracks his neck as he peeks your peaceful expression.

Can’t help himself. Smears his wet thumb over the front of your panties. Nothing you’ll notice in the morning, but you’ll spend all night with him marking your cunt. Maybe even all day tomorrow.

He should go.

Ends up gently, carefully, glossing your bitten bottom lip with a drop of cum as well. Gets rock hard all over again when your tongue flicks out at the sensation, tasting. Still unconscious. You roll over with a sleepy sigh and curl up.

Simon pulls the blankets over you and returns to the living room to clean up from dinner. He’s not yet willing to slink back to his den.

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[helluvagyal]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩

Starring: Adam, Vox and Alastor x gn!reader !

Content: MDNI, smau, cursing, derogatory name calling in both vox and adam's art (by them and you), alastor's part is in the format of him sending a letter. I named Alastor's shadow Facilier because I wanted to.

A/N: It was fun writing this tbh. @hellvcifer specially requested Adam and then I had them re-read some of his part to see if i got the characterization right.

ADAM

VOX

ALASTOR

An eggshell white envelope lands on the table in front of you. Looking up from your well kept copy of House of Leaves, you see Rosie is standing beside the bone carved table, her large eyes flitting expectantly between you and the mail obviously intended for you.

Closing the book with a sigh, you hand it to Rosie before picking up the letter and inspecting it; Your name is written on the front in loopy but neat handwriting and the back is sealed with red wax that's been stamped with Alastor's crest, a Whitetail Deer skull. You heat the letter opener over the candle flame beside you before sliding it under the seal to melt it. Once opened, you gently slide the parchment out but not yet unfolding it.

"Would you like me to stay?" Rosie rests a comforting hand on your shoulder, her smile softening when you nod gratefully.

"Yes, please." You watch as she folds her skirts before taking a seat in the armchair across from you.

You haven't heard a peep from Alastor since you two decided to end your relationship, and while amicable, you couldn't help but feel nervous about receiving a letter from him.

Hesitantly, you unfold the deer skin parchment and begin to quietly read to yourself.

My dear,

I have penned this letter numerous times, trying my hardest to get my thoughts out in a way the both of us will find acceptable. Firstly, I must apologize for being scarce, the hotel has been keeping me very busy recently as I decided that I needed to throw myself into work as a way to cope. I am well aware that at some point, we both wanted different things, to achieve individual goals that would not have bode well for us in the long run if we had decided to stay together.

Be that as it may, I would be lying if I had said that I had not grown fond of you and our tête-à-têtes. I did not think I would have enjoyed hunting together as a date night option but yet again, you have managed to make me eat my words, sha. Time apart has made me come to the realization that even though we are no longer in intimate relations, that does not mean I do not want you in my life.

My apologies again, as I know that by me avoiding you must have made you think the worst of me, I regret that moment of weakness on my part as I could have pictured the hurt you must have felt every time you hoped to see me but I did not show.

The chance to talk over tea and pastries at Rosie's would just be the bees knees, I so would like to issue these apologies again in person—but I just couldn't imagine writing this letter without doing it here first. According to Facilier, you seem to be looking well and it is not that I do not trust its judgement, I would just like to see you for myself.

I look forward to hearing from you again, sha.

Yours,

Alastor

© helluvagyal ‧ all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, translate, share, or copy my work.

[parkerluvsu]

Could u write some Patrick angst where you guys are in a solid relationship but Patrick tries to breakup w reader bc he’s never been in a genuine relationship so his own insecurities take over? Happy ending tho if possible🥹

yes i can <333 sorry this is long and it kind of takes a while to get to the point i hope you like it anyway 😭

- as long as you've known patrick he's been known as a "playboy", previous room mates attesting to the fact that a new girl was leaving his room every night. patrick didn't know what he was looking for, there were no common links between his flings and he didn't care, he would buy them a drink and nod at their stories before he invited them back to his room, sending them on their way once he got what he wanted.

- you met patrick through a mutual friend in college, you didn't see too much of him because he was always late to class or never even showed up. of course, his grades started to slip and his parents noticed, immediately looking for a tutor for him and settling on you, since you were "friends". as it turns out it's pretty hard to contact someone who doesn't even have contact names for people, just " brunette from bar" and "chick from biology". you finally got a hold of him and told him the arrangement, he didn't like it (to be expected) but his parents threatened to not support his dreams of becoming a tennis star if he didn't get good grades, so he settled.

- outside of his frequent escapades, patrick was a nice person, he actually did listen and ask questions the whole time you were explaining problems to him. once he actually get to know you a little bit (simple things like how you always complain about being thirsty but never bring a drink, or only use pens and never pencils, not caring if it's more trouble when you make a mistake), he respects you and your time more and doesn't skip lessons as much and actually does his homework.

- once you become friends on a bit of a deeper level, not just tutor and student, he talks to you about tennis, eventually inviting you to come watch him play. usually he's playing doubles with art, but you personally prefer the days when he's playing solo, you really get to focus on his talent and passion for the game that way. and patrick comes to look forward to seeing you in the stands at his games, art makes fun of him and pushes his shoulder whenever patrick gets distracted. he notices a weird feeling in his stomach when he does find a moment to look at you, smiling at how you're biting your nails and leaning forward on your seat.

- that night, patrick invites you to come to his victory party, he reasons that you helped him archive this victory by bringing peace to his academic life so of course you should come. you spend the night sipping on a drink in the corner of the room, given you only knew patrick and art, who were surrounded by admiring friends and family. just when you were picking up your coat and keys to leave, patrick was able to escape his fans and come over to you, his brows furrowing as he sees you're about to leave. "what do you think you're doing?" he asks, "you haven't even said hi tonight", if you were looking closer it would almost seem like he's pouting. you explains that you're tired, you don't really know anyone and honestly you'd rather just be in bed. "well lemme walk you to your car then yeah?", he helps you to put your coat on, ushering you out the door into the quiet street, ignoring your argument that it's really not necessary, fighting back with "a pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking alone late at night" and that shuts you up as you walk next to patrick, neither of you saying anything. it's a comfortable silence though, and you think back on your time with patrick and realize you've never really felt uncomfortable with him.

- once you get to your car safely you lean against your car to continue talking to him, thanking him thoroughly for walking you to your car, even though he had to leave his own party. maybe it was the glasses of champagne you had at the party or the way his skin glowed in the moonlight but you leaned in and kissed his cheek as an act of thanks. as you opened your car door to leave patrick did something he's never done to a girl, he made the first move, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. he didn't know what it meant for your relationship but he didn't care in the moment, all he knew was how soft your lips felt against his. when he pulled away it was clear you were both quite awkward, so he gets you into your car and told you he'd text you the next day. and another first, he actually did text you the next day.

- from then on your relationship blossomed, for how experienced patrick was, he wasn't experienced in the more romantic aspects of a relationship, but just like you taught him chemical symbols and equations, you taught him how to have an actual healthy relationship. but still, patrick feels like he should know all these things already, you shouldn't have to ask for flowers or ask to go on a romantic date, you should be with someone who knows how to treat you right. about 4 months into your relationship he couldn't stop himself from thinking this way, knocking on your door right after practice and praying you'd answer. when you do, he makes you sit down on your bed and explains the whole ordeal, ending it with "you deserve someone better than me, that can treat you better.. we have to break up". you're immediately confused, the reason that he wants to break up is so stupid you feel like you need to slap him. you don't, of course but you certainly give him a firm talking to, reminding him of all the things you love about him and he feels like crying, his head falling into your lap as he holds your hand. he'd never imagined being in a relationship like this, and he promises to make you feel as lucky as you make him feel everyday <33

[vermilionsun]

Your Touchstarved headcanons are wonderful! You are almost single handedly keeping me sane while I wait for the full game. Truly, you are a blessing to this fandom.

I was wondering if you had any thoughts about what any of the LIs would think of an MC who is a Writer/Artist. Maybe they had to give it up for a while when they left to go to Erridia?

Or...

Since MC is broke, what do the LIs think of them showing affection through gifts, even if they haven't got money? I can imagine they make simple, inexpensive things like paper flowers for Leander or friendship bracelets for Ais.

Anyway I hope you have a great day, keep up the good work and thanks for posting so much good stuff.💐🌼

I’m actually crying you’re so sweet THANK YOU SO MUCH?!! AVCKHVCEBFC 😭😭

I took it a step further, I hope you don't mind.

This is 1/2 :)

Disclaimer! They/Them for MC because we love inclusivity!

Kuras

Writer

He’d probably figure it out rather quickly. The way they would meticulously jot down notes, the endless stream of ideas, and their thoughtful insights into various u̶n̶c̶o̶n̶v̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶l̶ topics. Or perhaps he had caught glimpses of their constantly ink-stained fingers. Either way, it became another entry in Kuras' catalogue of fascinating things about them. Undeniably intrigued, he couldn't help but wonder if their writing reflected their innermost thoughts and desires—if each word they wrote held a piece of their soul, waiting to be discovered by someone willing to delve into the depths of their imagination—or perhaps if it was simply a creative outlet for emotions they couldn't express otherwise.

Kuras found himself wanting to uncover the layers of complexity that made up the enigmatic individual behind the pages of their notebooks. And he was more than willing to take on that challenge.

Taking into consideration the fact that perhaps the MC wouldn't be able to afford fancy writing tools or notebooks, often writing down messy notes in napkins with worn-out pens and crayons left behind by patrons at the Wick, Kuras would gift them a brand new notebook and a set of pens, hoping that the small gesture would encourage the MC to continue expressing themselves through writing and perhaps even open up to him about the deeper secrets of themselves they had yet to reveal.

Vere

Artist

As a fellow artist himself, Vere knew to recognize talent when he saw it, no matter how subtle or unassuming it may appear at first glance. After all, true artistry is not just about skill but also passion and dedication. He didn't miss the way the MC's eyes lingered a moment longer on the brush strokes of a distant painting in a random Eridian shop with such reverence, as if trying to capture the essence of the art itself, before moving on, or the way their eyes focused on the lightning dancing across the sky and their fingers twitched with an unspoken desire to create. 

Vere could sense the raw artistry bubbling just beneath the surface; he saw in them the same hunger for self-expression and longing for freedom that had driven him to pursue his own artistic endeavours. 

So he carefully crafted a plan. He discreetly left behind pens and paper in the MC's vicinity. He didn't directly hand it to them, opting to let them stumble upon the supplies, hoping that the MC would take notice and feel compelled to pick up the tools on their own accord. Don't ask him why he did so; he doesn't know the answer himself. Perhaps because of an inexplicable curiosity and a desire to see if he could spark something within the MC, to see if he could ignite that same creative flame that burned within him. Or maybe it was simply a gut feeling. Regardless, he watched from a distance as the MC began to tentatively pick up the pens and paper, their eyes alight with newfound inspiration. It brought a g̶e̶n̶u̶i̶n̶e̶ satisfied smile to his face, his tail wagging back and forth in contentment.

Leander

Dance

Leander figured the MC used to be a dancer. It was obvious if one paid close attention; their perfect posture, precision, strength, and flexibility in their body were a dead giveaway. He'd notice the gracefulness in their movements, every step deliberate and full of confidence, and the fluid transitions between postures.

Leander found himself bewitched. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the MC as they'd effortlessly glided around the Wick, their feet barely making a sound against the hardwood floor. It was effortless, seamless, and utterly captivating. He will admit he couldn't help the small smile once he'd noticed the subtle way they would often tap their feet to the rhythm of a song roaring throughout the tavern.

It was a talent that couldn't be hidden, no matter how hard they tried.

His plan was simple: He needed some sort of opening, somewhere to insert himself into the situation without coming across as intrusive (o̶r̶ a̶g̶g̶r̶e̶s̶s̶i̶v̶e̶… o̶r̶ d̶e̶m̶a̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶… o̶r̶—). He would simply attempt to start a conversation with them and praise their dance skills, hoping to learn more about that talent of theirs—maybe even ask them for a dance later in the evening—while also finding a way to subtly steer the conversation towards more personal matters.

N̶o̶, i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶n̶'t̶ n̶e̶r̶v̶e̶s̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ f̶l̶u̶t̶t̶e̶r̶e̶d̶ i̶n̶ h̶i̶s̶ s̶t̶o̶m̶a̶c̶h̶. I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ e̶x̶c̶i̶t̶e̶m̶e̶n̶t̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ u̶n̶k̶n̶o̶w̶n̶ o̶u̶t̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ a̶w̶a̶i̶t̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶ a̶n̶d̶ b̶l̶a̶h̶ b̶l̶a̶h̶ b̶l̶a̶h̶—

Mhin

Sculpture

They noticed something was up because the MC. wouldn’t. stop. staring. at their face. The way their eyes lingered on Mhin's features made them feel self-conscious, as if every flaw and imperfection were being scrutinised under a microscope.

Mhin couldn't decipher the intent behind the intense gaze, but it left them feeling both uncomfortable and strangely flattered. They couldn't help but wonder what it was about their appearance that captivated the MC so intensely. It was as if they'd seen something in them that no one else did—something worth examining closely.

They tried to maintain a neutral expression but ended up shifting uncomfortably in their seat, trying to break the look that seemed to be piercing through their very soul. 

It wasn't until the MC finally spoke up, complimenting Mhin's bone structure and suggesting they would make a great model for a sculpting project, that Mhin made the connection.

The revelation made Mhin feel incredibly flattered and intrigued, as they had never considered themselves to be particularly striking or noteworthy. The idea of being immortalised in stone by someone talented was… intimidating. And somehow humbling.

Ais

Architecture

He is observant, and can easily notice a person who seems particularly interested in a specific thing. He observed them, their body language, facial expressions and the way they looked at things around them, their eyes tracing the fine details from afar—it was almost like they were analysing them.

What made his suspicions clear was...the Seaspring. F̶i̶n̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶m̶n̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶a̶s̶ u̶s̶e̶f̶u̶l̶ a̶t̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ b̶e̶y̶o̶n̶d̶ b̶r̶i̶n̶g̶i̶n̶g̶ d̶e̶s̶p̶a̶i̶r̶

It was the way they looked at the building in particular; their eyes darted around, as if examining every inch, every line and curve of the temple. He’d smirk to himself, eyes following their every move, as if he could read their thoughts.

He’d bring them anything; from papers, inks and rulers to wood and other building materials. He’d let them demolish, remodel, completely renovate the fucking thing—he couldn’t care less, as long as he had somewhere to rest at night. Besides, their smile was worth more to him than any amount of power he could be offered.

I could make another one with Singing/Music, Theatre and Design or Ceramics perhaps….

[biblio-smia]

more ethan requests you say??? dont mind if i do🙏

maybe studying w ethan for school but he keeps getting distracted by readers lip gloss and her lowcut shirt and eventually r notices and is like " :( poor bby" and a make out session(and hj???) ensues

ur the best ily MWAH

hi ily thank you for the request 🫶 making out but no nsfw!

"Okay, so..." You start working through a problem, Ethan picking up his pen to follow along. Both of your pens work down sheets of paper, but your conversation has wandered away from math and onto other things. Ethan has just made you laugh when he makes the mistake of looking to his left at you - and his focus on the work in front of him completely breaks.

You look as gorgeous as you ever do and your lips, pulled up in a smile as you look at Ethan, are coated with shiny color. His eyes linger on you even as you turn back towards your notebook and Ethan has to force his eyes back, too.

But that shirt you're wearing is making it very, very difficult.

Ethan shakes his head to clear it, willing himself to bring himself back into the conversation you're currently having with yourself. He smiles when you start to tease him for his forgetfulness; most recently, how he showed up half an hour late to a hangout because he forgot which train to take.

"Okay, it was one time!" Ethan insists with a scoff (though he bites back a smile).

"And how many times have you gotten lost this year?"

Ethan groans.

"Okay, this month?"

Ethan gives you a look while he watches you laugh. He can't even pretend to be annoyed when you look like that. "You're cruel."

"You love me."

"I do."

You smile, looking at Ethan shyly. It's not often that he's the one making you flustered, a certain pride in your chest knowing that you usually hold that power. But sometimes, Ethan's honesty gets you worked up in the worst way - mostly because Ethan isn't even aware he's doing it.

You hit his shoulder lightly. "Focus." And you're back to your notebook, but Ethan's pen doesn't move.

"Hey, you were getting me off-topic," he protests, trying to pay attention to the paper in front of him.

"It's not my fault you can't multi-task," you call.

Ethan grumbles. "I can totally multi-task."

He really can't.

It's quiet for a while, but it's comfortable. Ethan will occasionally hear you hum or mumble something under your breath as the two of you work and he lets himself look, just take a glance.

That was his biggest mistake.

Ethan watches your face scrunch in concentration, watch you bite your bottom lip.

He turns back to his notebook quickly, but it's too late. All he can think about is what your lip gloss tastes like.

A few minutes (probably a few seconds, but it feels like minutes to Ethan) pass and Ethan can't help another glance.

This time, you're resting an arm on Ethan's desk and you're pressing yourself close - to get a better view of your homework, Ethan's sure, but the angle you're in brings his attention to the low cut of your shirt.

Ethan feels blood rush through his body and he pulls his eyes away, face warm and red. He glances at your face, just to check if you've noticed his staring. You haven't, thank god, and Ethan can't help but steal one more look before turning back to his notebook.

Oh, he is so done for.

He's trying to block out distraction, trying to focus back on his work. He's blocked you out, too, in the process - Ethan doesn't realize you're talking to him until you're shaking his shoulder.

"Ethan," you groan. "Are you on 12e yet?" Your arm has wound around Ethan's, your chin coming to rest on his shoulder to take a look at his work. "Ethan! You're not even on number five yet?"

You sigh, separating from Ethan and turning back to your paper. You're on your own.

Ethan misses the contact immediately, scooting his chair over to wrap his arms around your waist. "I can still help," Ethan offers, eyes finding 12e and reading through the problem.

"No," you sigh. "I should do it on my own."

Ethan frowns, pulls you around to face him. "I can just do it for you," he grins. He'd really like for you to forget all about your homework.

You giggle. "Very sweet, but you can't take my tests for me."

Ethan sighs. "I wish I could."

There's really no way you can look away from him now.

"You're cute." You cup Ethan's face with one of your hands, the other resting on his chair, next to his leg, to support yourself as you lean forward. Ethan shifts as you lean in, swallowing thickly as you get dangerously close to your face. Your lips look even prettier up close and Ethan stares until the very last second, only shutting his eyes when he feels your shiny lips on him. The kiss is soft and quick and it leaves a little bit of sticky residue on his lips.

"Sorry," you laugh, trying to wipe off the transferred lip gloss. Ethan blinks hazily as your hand holds his chin, thumb rubbing his lip.

"'S okay," he mumbles out.

You're so close he's getting dizzy. Ethan gulps. His face brightens. You can feel his cheeks warm from under your fingers and you look at him curiously.

"What's wrong?" You ask curiously.

Ethan burns. "N-nothing." Very convincing.

You tilt your head and you look so perfect. Ethan sighs. "You're just... so pretty."

"Really?" There's a little humor in your voice. You're not wearing anything special today, just casual jeans and a shirt. You look down at your outfit to see if it's somehow changed between the time you got dressed to now but you don't see anything particularly extraordinary.

But you can tell you won't be getting any work done, not when you've somehow becomes the biggest obstacle between Ethan and homework.

"Aw," you grin, taking Ethan's face in your hands. "Would a kiss make you feel better?" You offer with a grin Ethan can't see.

Ethan smiles shyly. "Please?"

How could you refuse?

You kiss Ethan slowly, though they don't stay that way for long. Each kiss grows in intensity and his eyelashes flutter when you kiss him again, deeper than last time. You tilt his head and he makes a sound in the back of his throat.

Your lips are off his and leaving sticky kisses on Ethan's face (though, by now, more of your lip gloss is on him than it is on you). Ethan is looking at you desperately, pulling you in for another open-mouthed kiss, giving you a chance to place your tongue in his mouth.

Ethan makes another sound and the next time your lips disconnect, the both of you are breathing heavily.

You thumb at Ethan's lips again, admiring the little bit of shine left on them.

Ethan's eyes flutter shut again, lips parting slightly, but your fingers on his lips make his eyes open immediately.

"That's due tomorrow," you whisper, motioning to the abandoned work.

Ethan groans.

masterlist | requests are open!

[sydsaint]

A little taste of what's to come with our fav GM Reader and her boys. <3

Summary: GM reader flexes her hard-earned experience and the benefits that come with it to Ava at a draft meeting. But offering Ava some wisdom isn't the only thing that she's got on the agenda.

"Your boys lost the match fair and square, Pearce." You smile across the table at your fellow general manager. "Which means that Smackdown gets first dibs at the NXT roster, courtesy of Ava, of course." You turn in your chair to face Ava sitting a few seats away from you.

Ava flashes a friendly smile at you. This is her first WWE draft meeting, so she's still in the feeling-out process of everything. "I'm just happy to be here." She admits.

"And we're happy to have you here." Pearce nods. "But back to business. YN, do you have a pick from the NXT roster to kick the night off?" He turns back to you.

"I do, yes." You grin and twirl your pen in your hand before pulling open the vanilla folder in front of you. "Smackdown will be taking Carmelo Hayes as our first pick from NXT." You inform the room.

A knowing scoff escapes Pearce's lips. He taps his pen against his palm and nods at you. "Excellent choice, YN." He compliments you. "Your eye for talent never ceases to amaze me." He adds knowingly.

"What can I say, Adam? I can't help but have good taste." You laugh and wink at him playfully.

The meeting drags on for a few more hours while you and Pearce go back and forth on draft picks. Ava chimes in when one of you has a question about the NXT roster, but otherwise stays silent and soaks in all the information she can get. Ava especially keeps a keen eye on you. She aspires to be like you one day. A strong woman that commands authority and understands the inner-workings of the company like the back of your hand.

After the meeting finally comes to an end, both you and Pearce are feeling satisfied with your respective picks. The two of you shake hands and part ways until the next executive meeting or PLE show. You are just about shoot the boys a text that you're finished up with your meeting when Ava approaches.

"YN! Hey, again." Ava cracks a friendly and eager smile as she walks over to you.

"Hmm?" You glance up from your phone. "Oh, Ava! What's up, girl?" You greet her.

Ava bounces on her heels nervously and smiles at you. "Sorry to bother you." She bites the inside of her cheek. "But I was hoping that we could talk for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure." You nod and pocket your phone. "I've got some time before my date gets here."

Ava nods and the two of you move to a more comfortable spot to chat for a bit. You both take a seat out in the outdoor lounge and take advantage of the warm sun still hanging in the sky.

"You were great earlier." Ava starts the conversation. "I mean. It's so cool how you manage to control the narative when you're negotiating with Pearce." She gushes. "That's what I want."

"Thanks, Ava." You giggle at her awe of you. "You did good for your first draft meeting too." You offer her an encouraging smile. "I know you haven't been in charge of the NXT roster for long. But you seem to have a good handle on it. Your knoledge of everyone really helped Pearce and I out with our picks." You assure her.

The smile on Ava's face grows wider at your encouraging words. "Thanks, YN. That really means a lot." She blushes.

"Of course!" You nod. "You've got a bright future kid." You knock into her shoulder playfully.

You and Ava chat for a while about work. You offer her some tips about things that you had to learn the hard way in order to move up in the business. Ava soaks up the information and doesn't hesitate to ask questions, which you like.

"Hey, I actually have another question for you." Ava prepares to drop another ask on you. Not that you mind. "If you don't mind, that is." She adds.

"Ask away." You smile at her.

Ava picks at her nails for a second before nervously meeting your gaze. "Are the rumors true about you, LA Knight, Grayson Waller, and Austin Theory?" She asks you sheepishly.

A laugh falls from your lips upon hearing Ava's question. "Well it's no secret that Knight and I have a special relationship." You half-answer her. "But when it comes to Theory and Waller? Well, some things are better left to the imagination, don't you think, Ava?" You tease her and your phone buzzes in your pocket.

You take out your phone and quickly read the new message. Ava watches you curiously as you rise to your feet and pocket your phone before pulling down your sunglasses.

"You're doing great as the GM of NXT." You praise Ava one last time. "But don't ever forget that being the GM comes with it's own special perks." You grin at her as a fast-sounding car whips into the parking lot.

Ava watches you gesture for her to follow you as the luxury car sounds closer and closer. She follows you out to the front of the building where she spots the luxury car she heard now sitting still. LA Knight leans against the drivers-side door and nods to Ava when he sees her.

"You out here picking up strays now, darlin?" Knight peers at you over the rim of his aviators.

"Just giving a newbie some tips from a pro." You grin back at him. "You ready to go? The boys are starting the party without us from the text I just got from the pretty boy." You add.

Knight chuckles and walks around the car to get the door for you. "The party don't really start until you get there, sweetheart. You know that."

"Take care Ava!" You offer Ava one last wave. "Shoot me a message if you ever need anything, alright, girl?" You add.

"Yeah! Okay!" Ava nods, her eyes sparkling with awe as you dissapear into the car.

Knight walks back around the car and pulls his glasses down to get a good look at Ava. "You have a nice rest of your day, sweetheart." He shoots a wink at her before pushing his glasses back up and disapearing into the car as well.

Ava watches the car speed out of the parking lot and shakes her head. Oh yeah. She's definetly got a new role model to look up to.

In the car you laugh with Knight regarding your little display. "Oh her face was so cute." You giggle.

"She did looked pretty shocked, yeah." Knight agrees. "How'd the meeting go with Pearce?" He asks you.

You smile to yourself and look at Knight knowingly. "It went great. Smackdown is about to become the A-show again. Trust me on that, babe." You laugh to yourself. "Because I've got Carmelo Hayes in my office on Friday night. And he's all mine to work with."

"Hayes, huh?" Knight glances over at you for a brief second. "You ain't looking to add another boytoy to the roster, are you?" He asks you.

"We'll see." You shrug, plans for new rivalries and storylines already forming in your head.

[goatcheesecak3]

Specs x f!reader

If you want the m!reader version just ask! I normally put them out with the f!reader fics, but I'm not actually sure I have any male readers, and I just wanted to get this out quickly since I haven't posted a fic in a while teehee

Warnings: none

Fic type: fluff

Summary: on an endeavour to get a new lego set, you run into an incredibly cute (yet very nerdy) guy by the name of specs.

You had just arrived at the toy shop, and entered feeling a little embarrassed. It always made you feel a little strange being the only adult in the shop, but it was worth it for the love of your life: lego sets. To say you were a bit of a nerd was an understatement, you spent most of your days discussing fan theories from shows and films on tumblr, your best friend was your xbox, and of course, your extensive lego collection was your pride and joy.

You had been browsing the lego aisle, oblivious to the rest of the world, when the album you were listening to through your headphones came to an end. Without the deafening drum of music playing in your ears, you became aware of your surroundings. You could hear two voices from further along the aisle whispering.

"Go talk to her then"

"Maybe I will"

"Go on then"

"... nah, she looks... too busy"

"Or maybe you're just too chicken"

"Hey! I'm not a-"

Both voices fell silent when you glanced toward them and gave an awkward smile.

It was two men, one tall and plump. He seemed lethargic and expressionless, as he slowly moved his jaw in circles munching a sandwich. The other was short, jittery and very skinny. When his gaze met yours he blushed profusely and stared at the ground. It didn't take a genius to figure out who the "chicken" was. Luckily for him, you found him quite cute.

You removed your headphones and confidently approached the two men, a welcoming smile plastered on your face so as not to scare them off.

"Excuse me? Could I get your advice on something?" You asked.

The shorter man looked up in surprise, he seemed somewhat like a startled puppy with his big eyes and jumpy mannerisms.

"Uh.. advice? Sure, what can we help you with?" He said.

"You see, I'm torn between these two sets," you continued, gesturing to two different boxes, "which one do you think I should get?"

The man thought to himself for a second, before pointing to the box on the left.

"Get the TIE fighter, it costs a little more but the average price per piece is cheaper, so you're saving money in the long run" he said confidently, having just done the maths in his head.

"Christ, where were you when I nearly got scammed on ebay" you joked, picking up the box he'd recommended. "I'm y/n, by the way" you smiled, holding out a hand for him to shake.

As he not-so-subtely wiped a nervous, clammy hand on his shirt, the man shook yours.

"Steven, but uh, everyone calls me specs, because, we'll y'know" he motioned towards his glasses, "and this is T-"

He looked to see that his accomplice had already wandered off, distracted by a box of sour candies.

"That's tucker over there, he's my... well we work together" he explained, stumbling over his words.

"Specs, I like that, it's cute" you said, flirtatiously. "Well specs, I don't mean to be too forward, but could I buy you a coffee some time? As a thanks for helping me out here?"

Specs breath caught in his throat as he struggled to respond. Truthfully, he wasn't expecting to get this far. Nevertheless, he knew his answer was an enthusiastic yes.

"Yes, that would um, that would be lovely. Do you think I could perhaps.. get your.."

"My number? Sure!" You chuckled, secretly enjoying how nervous he was,  what could you say,  you enjoyed the ego boost.

You scribbled down your number with the notepad and pen that specs had conveniently kept on his person.

"Call me some time, handsome " you remarked with a swift kiss to his cheek as you made your way to the till with your lego set in hand.

Specs lightly touched the spot on his face where you had kissed him, his eyes never leaving you. His heart leapt. Did that really just happen? He refused to believe it was real until later that evening, when he recieved a text

This is y/n! Are you free for a coffee tomorrow evening? X

A/n sorry this took so long! I've been on a week long bender taking a break for my mental health, so writing fics has kinda been on the back burner lmao. But please please PLEEEAAASE leave a request for me, I pinky promise I'll get around to it sometime <3

[andorskenobi]

Apple Pie | B. Floyd

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x f!Mitchell!Reader

Part 2

Summary: Moving around a lot as a child made feeling at home difficult for you as an adult, that was until you met Bob. Nickname: Vienna

Warnings: just pure fluff, bob (he's dangerously loveable)

a/n: in case you haven't noticed I really like Lizzy McAlpine, once again I really recommend this song it's very cute and I love it. also this is most likely going to have multiple parts so let me know if you'd be interested in that

w/c: 2,501

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You'd lived in North Island for two years now, but still it never quite felt like home. Granted, you never really understood what home felt like since you moved around so much as a child. You decided on North Island because it was the closest to home you'd ever felt growing up. The plan ending up working out in the end as your dad was called back to Top Gun.

You were excited to have your dad back in town, more so when he asked to meet you at the Hard Deck that evening. You sat in your usual spot at the bar talking with Penny when a group of pilots walked in, the taller blonde one catching your attention for a few seconds before you returned your attention to Penny.

"So tell me, who are you waiting for?" She had asked that at least for times since you had sat down, but you refused to tell her not wanting to spoil the surprise. Penny was one of the few women that your father had been with that you actually liked, excluding your mother of course. She'd passed when you were born, hence you growing up with your dad.

"I am not telling you, it's a surprise." Penny just huffed and turned her attention to another bar patron. You fiddled with the neck of your beer glancing back at the door every few seconds it seemed like.

"This seat taken?" You shook your head before looking at the source of the voice. He was another pilot, granted he didn't carry the pilot demeanor you'd grown used to over the years of being surrounded by both your dad and Iceman. He smiled at you as he sat down, politely waiting for Penny to notice him rather than hollering for her, which is what most of the patrons did.

You weren't sure if you should speak to him so you sat quietly beside him, feeling unusually shy in his presence. However, he spoke first for you.

"I'm Bob, by the way." He reached his hand out for you to shake, an action you took mental note of. You took his name and introduced yourself to him. The two of you began talking, he had been called back to Top Gun just like your father and he was a WSO. You told him about your dad and about growing up in the Navy. Conversation with him was shockingly easy.

You talked for what felt like ages before he asked if you wanted to go over to the pool tables where it was slightly quieter.

"Hey Pen, will you tell me when my dad get here?" You rolled your eyes as she winked at you and shooed you off.

The night moved by quickly laughing and talking with Bob, before you knew it more pilots were showing up. You didn't even notice that your dad was already here and watching you while talking to Penny. You were quick to make friends with the other pilots, Phoenix arguably becoming your favorite out of all of them.

"Oh c'mon, you can't be that good Hangman." You laughed as Hangman stared at you with an open mouth.

"What would you even know about flying, sweetheart." Bob watched you as you rolled your eyes at the cocky blonde.

"My dad's a pilot dipshit. A damn good one too." Before Hangman could retort a familiar voice rang through the bar.

"If it isn't Vienna, as I live and breathe." You smiled at the use of the nickname, you stood up to give him a hug. Besides your dad, he was the only person who made you feel the way you thought home was supposed to feel. Growing up he had always been like an older brother to you, so when he and your father fell out it was very hard for you to pick a side.

"So this is how you tell me your back stateside?" You ask as you pull back from the hug.

"Sorry?" You turn back to find the other pilots looking at the two of you in confusion.

"You guys know each other?" Hangman was the first to speak.

"Something like that." You figured Rooster didn't want them all to know about his father and your father so you kept it short.

The conversation drifted again so you were able to quietly return your attention back to Bob.

"Want another drink?" You asked noticing yours was empty.

Bob shook his head holding up his still practically full bottle, "I'm good. Want me to come with you?"

"No. I'll be quick, and plus Penny will protect me."

You smiled when you saw your dad sitting at the bar talking to Penny, "Hey old man."

Maverick smiled when he saw you, "So you've finally decided to grace your old man with your presence?"

"Oh shut up you're fine, besides you've had company." You winked, nodding your head towards Penny. You dad smiled at you shaking his head before giving you a side hug.

"I can't stay long, I told my company I would be fast. Wouldn't want to worry him." You turned to look at your dad, a small smile on your face. You'd missed him, to say it was nice to be with him again would be an understatement. "He's here ya know, you should try and speak with him. I don't know what happened between you two but I think Goose would have wanted you to fix whatever it is."

He shook his head, "Not tonight."

You sighed taking your drink and going back to join your new friends. The rest of the night was spent in good company, a smile never leaving your face. Slowly, people started funneling out of the bar and soon it was just you and Bob left.

"At least let me walk you home." You smiled at the offer before standing from where you sat.

"Okay fine, but promise you won't kidnap me." Bob shook his head at the joke, making you laugh.

"Let's go."

As the two of you walked you talked more, and the more you learned about him the more you began to like him. He was incredibly sweet and ever the gentleman.

"So what's with the nickname Rooster called you earlier?" You smiled to yourself remembering how you got the nickname.

"It's actually kind of stupid if you think about it, the nickname not the story, because the song is absolutely amazing. Anyways, growing up I would only listen to Vienna by Billy Joel, like that was the only thing I would listen to play anything else and I’d be upset. It got to the point that people just started calling me Vienna so it just kinda stuck with me through life. And plus the little sausage things are the only reason four year old me ate so there’s that too." You turned to look at Bob who was already looking at you with a smile on his face.

"It's not stupid, the nickname I mean. Vienna is an amazing song. Did you ever think about becoming a pilot?" Bob asked to continue the conversation.

"Not really. I mean I went through that phase every kid goes through growing up where they want to be just like their parent, but other than that I never actually wanted to follow the family name. It didn't really feel like me. But I did go as far as joining the Navy so I guess I did follow in my dad's footsteps at least a little. I'm sorry I'm rambling feel free to tell me to shut up."

"No, no, it's fine. Keep rambling." Your smile grew wider as you looked back over at Bob. When you didn't continue he spoke up, "What job do you have, in the Navy I mean."

"I'm a doctor, I work on base actually. Occasionally, I get deployed but not often." You would have kept talking but you realized you were at your house so you stopped, turning to fully face Bob as you did. "Welp, this is where our walk ends. It was nice getting to know you Bob, and I'm hoping since my dad is going to be your teacher I'll get to know you some more."

"I would like that, a lot actually."

The two of you stood looking at each other for a moment longer than any two people should before you gave in and placed a kiss to his cheek, "Goodnight, Bob."

--

It had been a few weeks since you'd met Bob and to say that both of you had grown close would be an understatement. When you weren't busy with work or training you were hanging out. For the first time since you moved to North Island, you were actually starting to feel at home.

You were off of work for the day so you decided to go spend the day with Penny, who since moving back to North Island you'd grown even closer to. The two of you talked on the back deck of the Hard Deck, watching as the group of aviators played some strange game of football that your dad came up with.

"So, you and my dad, how's that going?" You asked when you caught Penny staring at him.

"I don't know what you mean, there is nothing happening there."

"Oh please, every time he's here something happens between the two of you. He's just too blind and dumb to realize he loves you." Penny smiles glancing back over to the group on the beach, her eyes inevitably landing on Maverick.

"Maybe, but I should be asking you the same question about your love life. What's the deal with you and Bob?" You feel the blush rise to your cheeks as you put your head down on the table trying to hide it.

You look back up, avoiding eye contact with Penny and instead watching the game as you spoke, "Nothing really, we're just really good friends."

Of course Penny didn't buy that in the slightest, but she dropped the subject and didn't push for more details. In all honesty you wanted Penny and your dad to actually work this time, she was almost like a mother to you and you could tell she made him happy. You allowed your thoughts to drift as you found yourself watching Bob. You had to resist the urge to celebrate when he scored.

Once they had finished playing Bob made his way over to you, a smile on his face. He waved at Penny before moving to give you a hug.

"You're sweaty, please don't hug me." You laughed as he acted offended. It was like music to Bob's ears, a sound he wished he could replay over and over in his mind.

"I was thinking."

"Oh that's dangerous." Bob rolled his eyes playfully shoving your shoulder.

"Would you maybe want to watch a movie or something at your place? We don't have to it's just an idea and I have free time tonight so, but I get if you don't want to." You smiled at his rambling before placing your hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"I would love to watch movies or something with you at my place, and it's okay to call it a date Bob." A tint of blush rose to his cheeks causing you to laugh.

When the two of you got back to your house you let Bob use your shower because he didn't want to get your couch all sweaty, but in truth you wouldn't really mind. However, him taking a shower gave you time to tidy up and prepare the necessary snack and drinks for watching a movie. You had just finished setting up the coffee table as a miniature snack bar almost when Bob walked out of your bedroom. You had to force yourself not to visibly react to his appearance. His hair was wet and hung in his face as he cleaned his glasses with his shirt.

He smiled when he caught you staring at him, but didn't say anything. Instead he walked over and sat down on the couch, picking the remote up as he did. Now it was his turn to stare at you.

"You going to sit?" You nodded your head, sitting beside him with your feet tucked underneath you.

After a debate about which movie you were going to watch you finally settled on Set It Up, a rom com with a guy who eerily looked a lot like Hangman. As the movie progressed you grew more and more comfortable in Bob's presence until you ended up with your head resting in his lap and his hand running through your hair. It was very comfortable, not just the way you were laying but Bob's being there in general. The only way you really knew to describe the feeling was like eating an apple pie that had been baked just right.

"Why apple pie baked just right?" You rolled over so you could face up at Bob, confusion evident on your face. "You were thinking out loud Vienna."

You brought your hands up to hide your face in embarrassment, but Bob moved them away making you look at him. There was a smile on his face as he waited for you to speak.

"I don't know, apple pie is my favorite desert but only if it's baked right, if not then it isn't good." You watched his facial expression as you spoke.

"So what you're saying is that being with me is like eating your favorite desert?" You nodded your head.

Bob's smile grew making one grow on your face as well, "I'm honored to remind you of your favorite desert."

Before you knew it the movie was over, and you found yourself wishing it wasn't. You worked up the courage to ask Bob if he wanted to stay while the two of you cleaned the living room.

"It's pretty late," You didn't get the chance to finish what you were going to say before Bob interrupted you.

"I'll stay, uh, if that's what you were going to ask. If not I just made this really awkward." Laughter filled the room as you laughed shaking your head.

"You didn't make it awkward, that's what I was going to ask."

"Oh good, that's good."

Bob insisted on staying in the living room while you changed into more comfortable clothes, only coming into your bedroom when you came and got him. The two of you stiffly laid in your bed until you rolled over tucking your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of him and your soap. You felt Bob relax as he wrapped his arm around you, resting his cheek on your forehead. The comfort you felt around him was unreal almost, you'd never felt it with anyone. If this is what home was supposed to feel like then you wanted to stay here forever in this moment, just the two of you braving the newness of what you could only assume was the start of a relationship.

[danjaley]

The Classic among the Classics: Heidi

I can't really compare editions for this one. Since it's German in the first place, there was never a need to replace the family copy. The outside is just yellow linen (there may have been a dust-jacket once), but it has these lovely illustrated front- and back-papers. My grandmother was always very outspoken about not liking the anime series, while I loved it. These images gave me an idea what she was going on about. It's the difference between stylized and realistic drawing.

The inside illustrations are not supposed to be coloured, but my mother changed that in her childhood. I adored her taste when I was small - the townhouse in the valley looks just like a palace, don't you think?

There's a story behind Alm-Öhi's pink suspenders here: At the time my grandfather was working in technical drawing and one day he took my young mother along to a store for professional drawing equipment. He told her if she was good she might pick something. She picked a pink felt pen, which she used for the Heidi colouring-project. It was excellent quality indeed. The pink hasn't faded one bit in all those years!

While I don't own any other editions, I found the two English sequels in a bookstore in Edinburgh while travelling. I didn't feel any great emotions about the plots. If anything they reminded me of the Chalet School books. It's a Very British Switzerland.

I already mentioned the anime series, which of course I watched as a child. It was the first tv-show I watched at all. Thanks to my grandparents' stubborn refusal to get colour-television, I even watched some episodes in black-and-white!

Very conveniently, my daily episode of Heidi was aired at the time I got home from Kindergarten. But: If I walked briskly, there was a chance the adult in charge would switch on the television early and I could catch the last minutes of Hal Foster's Prince Ironheart. I loved Heidi. But I also knew that when I grew up, I wanted to tell stories like Prince Ironheart. The result was Of Chevalry. But I haven't properly watched the Ironheart-series to the present day. I'm afraid of spoiling my memories of the few snippets I remember.

In 2022 there was an excellent exhibition of the Jewish Museum Munich about Heidi in Israel (image is theirs). I didn't know it's a huge classic there too. This was fascinating and right in line with my own research topic: How books can be interpreted and take on new meanings in times and countries far beyond the author's vision.

[trashmouth-milkshake]

Damian x Reader where he takes care of depressed reader

I'm Here - Damian Priest x GN! Reader

SUMMARY : damian comforts you through depression

GENRE : fluff , hurt-comfort

WARNINGS : none

A/N : i made this gender neutral because reader's gender wasn't specified in the request

There's no way your life can get more awful than it already is: you're laying in your and Damian's shared bed; tissues all over your night table, your side of the bed and on the floor by your side; you have no strenght to get up even to walk in the kitchen and get a glass of water for your dry throat.

You just woke up from a three or four hours nap because you had no energy to sit at the desk in your office room and get your paperwork done first. Now you're even more stressed due to the fact you procrastinated and you gotta lift your ass from the bed and get in your office to get the work you haven't done yet all done.

The worst part is Damian isn't home, he went out to run errands because in the deep of his heart, he noticed you had no energy to do that, so he left you a sweet note in the kitchen that says: "Hey, babe. This morning you looked so tired, besides I didn't want to wake you up so early, sleeping beauty. I went to run errands for you, so you can rest a bit more. Love you. - Damian".

How sweet of him, you though. Even though he couldn't properly show affection and love to you, you know Damian secretly is your personal giant teddy bear.

In the meantime you're waiting for his return, somehow you manage to find the energy to go to your office and begin the paperwork you left behind all day. You look at the clock hanging on the wall in front of your desk, it was 7:00 P.M already. You sigh and you grab your pen, beginning to sign the first piece of the pile of paperwork that have been sitting on your desk for a long time.

Your eyes often shut while scrolling through the lines of your papers, your signs even look different from each other, making focus on whatever you're agreeing with impossibile. The urge to go back to bed to continue your nap is stronger than you are.

Suddenly, the twist of the knob of the main door brings you back to reality. Damian just came back from running errands for you. He puts the groceries bags on the kitchen counter, before he looks around looking for you. "Babe... Babe, where are you?"

"Over here, love." You shout from your office, your tone painted with slight annoyance. He smiles and walks in your office to find you almost having a mental breakdown in front of the pile of papers that in the meantime grew taller.

"Hey, babe. What's up? You look tired." Is his first though when he sees you with your brand new pair of eyebags, your head laying on the desk in a desperate mood. "I can't take this anymore!" Your heart bursts and you burst in a fit of tears, knocked out by all the paperwork you have to do because you don't want your boss to yell the exact same shit he yelled at you already twice when you didn't deliver it in time.

Damian figures out the situation. "Babe, you should definitely take a break. I have the feeling you've been working for hours by now." He puts his hand on your shoulder, before starting to give you a massage. "I know, but my boss-"

"You don't have to care about that jackass right now. Let's talk about you." He picks you up bridal style from the chair to take you to the living room and sit you on the couch. "Babe, seriously, you've been looking... depressed these past few days-"

"I know!" You accidentally yell at him. "Sorry..." You apology as you immediantly realize you just yelled at your boyfriend, though he doesn't look mad. "It's okay." He kisses the top of your had, then runs his fingers through your hair.

Damian then promises he will talk to your boss tomorrow to convince him to give you a week off to recover from how you've been feeling lately and to spend some time with your giant teddy bear who's been away for Raw with The Judgement Day for two weeks.

[xiaoluclair]

Yo! Hi. So,

Lestappen 7, 16 or 48

Mctwinks 32, 13 or 17

Norstappen 22, 20 or 2

Please and thank you

hi boo, imma get one of these out bc it was draiiinning and write the other two later!

17. to distract // ln4.op81 // G

Liam was a terrible influence, really. The Logan of this morning, bleary eyed and braindead with the prospect of a new day, would never have picked a lock, let alone failed at picking it and been bestowed with detention the entire month.

So. Terrible influence.

It's in the hour before his first detention, where he's stowed himself away in the library next to Oscar, that he gets a WhatsApp notification from his mom. Don't forget eggs for tonight! Also Kat has something to ask you.

logan, pops down from the top of the screen a second later. He thumbs open the message thread. i left dad's present in m02.

good for you, Logan thumbs out, while trying to think of a way to get out of detention that isn't 'I have to buy eggs'.

"What's wrong?" Oscar asks him. "You've got your 'Something is wrong' face on."

"I have to run groceries for my dad's birthday cake," Logan tells him. The time on his phone flicks to 16:57. "And get my sister's present for him that she forgot in the art block, and do this while I'm in detention."

"I can do those," offers Oscar.

"We're going out for dinner at six," added Logan, swinging his rucksack over his shoulder as he stood. "I haven't even told my mom yet. Don't play the Jurassic Park theme tune at my funeral."

Oscar grins. "No promises. And don't tell you mum," he adds, grabbing his own bag and following Logan out of the library, "not today anyway."

"Okay," they turn down a corridor of lockers, "so I should just. Not show up? Happy birthday dad, your son's M.I.A."

Oscar doesn't say anything for a minute. Logan leaves him be, caught up in his own trainwreck. They get to the room with a minute left on the clock. Logan turns to give Oscar a hug. When they pull apart, Oscar gives his shoulder a squeeze, round lump of a nose scrunched up a little with his grin. "Sit near the window," he says. "And leave the rest to me."

Logan enters detention feeling suitably concerned about his best friend's mental health. There's a couple of people already sat down, and a girl takes up the seat closest to the row of windows so Logan takes the seat just behind her. There's no teacher. Two minutes later, a boy lopes in, and drops his backpack down as he props himself on the desk at the front of the room, a wrinkled piece of paper in hand. "Prigard?"

"Here."

"Lawrence?"

"Yup."

"Sargeant?"

"Uh, here," says Logan, staring. He's fairly certain the guy is too young to be a teacher. He barely looks older than Logan. No one else says anything about it though, so.

It's fifteen minutes into the hour, maybe, when the door opens. Logan glances up, history essay blurring on the table. A few others do too, including the guy at the front, who's spent the entire time after taking roll fiddling on his phone.

"Ella Hare?" he says, glancing down at the register sheet. "You're a little late."

"Sorry," says Oscar, slipping slightly awkwardly into the room. "Got stuck in a comb."

Guy At The Front lights up like a very small Christmas Tree. He leans forward slightly. "Glad you found your way out."

Oscar makes his way to the front of the room. By this point, everyone in the is watching with at least an absent boredom. "Sorry to interrupt, mister..."

"Norris," says the guy, grinning.

"Mr Norris," repeats Oscar, stopping at the other end of the desk, and Logan can see his entire face. "What are your thoughts on... defenestration."

Logan puts his pad of paper and pen carefully into his bag. He zips it up as quietly as he can while Mr Norris says, "I love defenderation." Logan's hand slips, and the zipping goes slightly high-pitched and too loud. He freezes, eyes on the back of Mr Norris's head. It starts to turn.

"Hey," says Oscar loudly, quickly, "Mr Norris, are you free right now?"

A pause. "Depends," says Mr Norris. Logan edges out of his seat.

"Would you mind listening to my sister's grade eight saxophone?" Oscar continues. Logan nearly chokes on his own tongue.

"Would I..." echoes Mr Norris, and now he sounds confused.

"Yeah," says Oscar. The girl next to Logan is watching him creep his bag onto his shoulders with raised, incredibly studded eyebrows. Logan wonders if they're legal. "She needs a second opinion?"

"I'm the second opinion?"

"On estimate," says Oscar, and then there's a saxophone blaring through the room, just obnoxious enough for Logan to lift his chair back into the desk and fumble the window open. Now everyone is looking at him. There's a set of twins who look like they're three second away from shitting themselves with laughter.

Logan looks to where Oscar has his phone out. Mr Norris has perched on the end of the desk, back of his curly head to Logan and eyes on Oscar. He reaches up just as Logan puts his leg out of the window, and presses a finger to Oscar's phone. The music cuts out on a high note. "She's good," he says. "But is that what you came here to ask? If you were looking for Brown, then-"

Logan's arm slips and bangs into the window sill. Shit.

"What the-" Mr Norris twists. Logan's mentally signing his death certificate, when Oscar lunges out and his hand goes around Mr Norris's cheek. And then he, to Logan's immense horror, crushes their mouths together.

Logan's pretty sure his jaw just hit the other side of the earth.

Then he remembers why Oscar's just kissed a teacher, and funnels himself the rest of the way out of the window as quickly as possible.

Liam hands him a carton of eggs, the present his sister forgot, and three packs of Daim. "Sorry," he says, sincerely. "I wouldn't have asked if I knew that was all today."

"No problem," says Logan, still reeling. "All in the name of love."

Liam looks at him concernedly. "Right. Are you. Okay?"

"Oscar kissed a teacher," Logan tells him. That's illegal, he's pretty sure. More illegal than twenty piercings in one eyebrow.

Liam's face goes bewildered. "Really? Why?"

Logan groans. "To get me out of detention."

"Why'd he have to kiss a teacher?" asks Liam, confused. "Wasn't Lando taking it?"

Now Logan's also confused. He asks, tucking the eggs, the present, and two of the Daim packs into his bag. "Lando?"

Liam elaborates, taking the Daim pack and opening it so Logan can arrange everything in a way that hopefully won't break the eggs, "Lando Norris? Curly hair, kind of tanned. He's a senior. And a teacher's pet, although I'm not sure how, he's not exactly known for being the perfect academic."

"So he's not a teacher?" Logan checks.

Liam shakes his head, confirming, "Nope," as he passes Logan the opened Daim pack. "Also you better get a move on, or Oscar kissing Lando to get you out of detention is going to mean nothing." Urged on and sufficiently comforted by the knowledge that his best friend will not be sent to jail, Logan rushes to flag down his bus home.

are you alive? he sends Oscar. he isnt a teacher btw hes a senior. also im on the bus.

The reply comes while he's video taping his dad cutting the cake and he's singing Happy Birthday a lot quieter than his mom. That's a relief, it reads, punctuation and all, because I'm pretty sure I asked him out for good measure.

Logan continues recording, and just hopes Oscar's bid for love never involves breaking into the cupboard of art supplies.

[fleetingofthegretas]

Good, Mama - !KISZKA! part 1? -Josh Kiszka x reader-

Some tw's/what to expect- fluff, drinking, drunk sex, edging

You and Josh Kiszka have been friends ever since you met him at the local library a few months ago. You were looking for a book on herbs & gardening when you saw a very small man in a onesie next to you, looking in the same section. You couldn't tell if he worked at the library or not, so you kept to yourself. After a few minutes of picking up books and trying to avoid awkward conversation with the stranger beside you, he finally breaks the silence.

"Don't read that one if you want pictures, read... this one!" He reaches past you and hands you a green book with a singular pressed daisy to the front. The cover reads "Wiccan Gardens: A guide to medicine & herbs you may need along your journey".

"How could you tell I need to look at the pictures?" You giggle softly to yourself as you take the book from the strangers hands.

"Based on your Doc Martens and your tote bag, I just kinda figured. Good luck with your read!"

He walks away, leaving the conversation just like he started it, confident and assuring. You notice that he didn't walk away with a book in hand & wonder to yourself if he came over just to talk to you after apparently observing your outfit. You glance down to your boots, ripped black leggings, mini black skirt, and oversized sweater as you kick your feet on the floor awkwardly.

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You sit at a table at "Flora Cafe + Bakery", your favorite coffee shop while you read your newly picked out book. You were hoping to start a garden soon, now that spring is approaching. You hear the bell on the front door ring as a familiar face walks into the coffee shop. It's the guy from the bookshop earlier. You get ready to stand up to leave as someone scoots into the booth across from you. It's him, with a smile on his face.

"Hello, stranger. Nice to see you like the same places I do. I never got your name earlier."

"You didn't get it because I didn't give it. My name is Y/N."

He looks at you a little distraught from your remark, almost instantly fixing his face back to a little smile, teeth showing.

"You have a beautiful name. Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Josh"

"Nice to meet you Josh. What brings you to my booth here?" You question him as you fold your hands onto the table in front of you. He mirrors you, folding his hands on top the table as well.

"I thought you seemed like you needed a friend mama, that's all. What brings you to Nashville?"

"I just moved here from North Carolina a few days ago so I'm still fairly new here. Haven't even gotten a couch yet for my apartment, that's how settled in I am."

"Tell you what, I can help you move in anything you need. I was once new here too ya'know? Moved here from Michigan with my brothers. You have a pen? Give me your hand."

You do as he asks, putting a pen in his hand from the depths of your purse then laying your hand, palm up, on the table in front of him. He starts to scribble something on your hand. He sets the pen down and dismisses himself from your presence.

"There ya go, if you ever need anything give me a call. I'm late to a meeting so I'll see ya at some point. If you would like to see me that is. See ya Y/N!" He runs out of the café and you watch him as he continues running down the road. What an odd guy. You glance down to your hand now reading what the stranger has left for you. A phone number followed by, "Josh :)".

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Fast forward to PRESENT TIME!

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It has been 4 months since you met Josh in that library for the first time. The 2 of you are practically inseparable now, your apartment is practically his at this point. Josh did exactly what he promised when he had given you his number. He brought his brothers over to help you move all your stuff into the apartment when you finally gave him the call. His brothers were all hot. Incredibly hot. There was Jake, who was a total sex machine. You could tell and often fantasized about it when you were alone in bed.

Sammy, his youngest brother was just straight up beautiful. Something about how tall he was really got you going, he often made fun of you for wearing chunky shoes just to make you seem taller. Sam was very physical with you, he liked coming over to teach you piano on some sweet thrift you picked up together when the boys were helping you move in. You always felt your heart skip a beat when your fingers would touch accidently while both heading for the same key.

Lastly was Daniel, or Danny. He was the non-blood brother but my was he just as beautiful as the rest. Danny had the physique of a greek god. You would often see him when he was on his morning jogs, you tending to your garden while he ran by sweaty as ever. Sometimes you would start to overwater your tomatoes because you would get stuck in the danny-trance.

Wednesday nights were wine nights for you. The boys always came over to partake in drinking with you. You enjoyed their company, after all they were all you had here in Tennessee. You were so incredibly thankful for them and especially thankful for josh. After all, you wouldn't have known any of them if he hadn't come up to you in the library that day.

Ding-dong!

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

"SAM STOP! I'M COMING!" you scream from your bedroom. You shimmy on your pants, fresh out of the shower. Your hair is still soaking wet as you open the front door.

"Oh. I see why it took you so long. Didn't know we were getting a hurricane today." Sam steps through the door immediately heading to the kitchen to grab a drink.

"Why couldn't literally anyone else have been first to get here?" You whine and look at the clock. 7pm. The rest should be here any second now.

7:20pm - Danny arrives, making himself at home and messing around with Sam.

8:10pm - Jake arrives while Danny and Sam are playing the piano together. You're on your second drink.

8:30pm - You and Jake had been talking, mostly about the girls he is messing around with currently. Jake tells you all his dirty secrets, which feeds into your imagination even more. He's told you all about his dom side, and my oh my how you want to experience that at least once before you die.

Josh finally arrives.

He has his own key so he lets himself in, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Y/N. Sorry I'm late!"

"Josh don't act like I wasn't expecting this, you're late to everything. How was your day?"

"Good, mama. How was yours?"

"Mine was good, busy with work per usual. I've been editing all day."

You were a photographer for a magazine based out of Nashville. You also helped write when they needed you too. You were always busy with work, besides your break throughout the weekend and Thursdays. Thursdays were your random day off throughout the week, kindly gifted by your boss. That's why you always made sure to have wine Wednesdays, alone or not. They had to count, too.

"I've been meaning to ask you if we could get a photoshoot done by you soon, we would pay you obviously."

"Josh, are you kidding? I would love to. Even just for free. Ask me and I'm there, you know that. What do you need pictures for?"

"Just our instagram, really. We need new, updated pictures. Plus we have some crazy cool outfits we need to put to use still. Daniel has been dying to wear this pearl-harness sort of thing we got a while back"

"I wish it didn't hurt so fucking bad to take it off though!" Daniel yells across the room. You have no idea what drink he or the other boys are up to. Jake brought Jack Daniels with him so the boys have been drinking that while you've been sipping your wine.

You giggle a bit as you start to feel quite tipsy, falling onto the couch. Sammy, Jake, and Danny are all playing Mariokart on your tv. Jake is playing as Bowser, Danny as Toad, and Sammy as king boo. Josh scoots in beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. The two of you laugh together at the boys screaming at their game.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 11pm - Everyone starts to feel tired, so people start leaving one by one. Danny is the first to leave, claiming he has to shower and do his "curly hair routine" whatever that means. Jake is next, leaving without reason. You assume he's probably on his way to a pussy appointment. Sammy and Josh are left. You and Sammy had both started to very drunkenly play the piano when Sam all of a sudden feels the zoomies and wants to go outside. You, wine drunk as ever, follow suit. Now running with Sam barefoot through the streets of Nashville, Momma Josh following closely behind to make sure you guys don't kill yourselves.

When you get back to the apartment, You are covered in dirt from the ground outside. You remember Sam tripping on a rock, which caused you to trip over him. You both went into a fit of laughter, rolling around in the grass clenching your stomachs when you roll into each other, still laughing. Sam props himself up on one arm, reaching down to pull grass strands out of your hair. You're both looking at each other when he starts to lean down-

"Oh my god that's where you went!"

Josh comes running down the hill, you and Sam both back to laughing at the situation you've gotten yourselves into.

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You get back to the apartment and Sam says his goodbyes. He wipes his dirty hand across your face leaving a dirt mark over your entire nose. You laugh and shove him out the door, locking it behind him.

Josh stays.

"alright mama, let's get you in the bath."

You hear the water start. About 10 minutes later Josh brings you to the bathroom, telling you to get undressed. He exits politely, waiting just outside the door. You easily get your shirt off, revealing your gold nipple piercings underneath. You start to yank on your jeans, but they won't budge.

"Joshy! I can't get my pants off!!"

click

Josh walks in, he is just in boxers.

"Mama, did you try the buttons?" he very easily gets your pants undone, all that's remaining is your underwear.

"Can you get those down, or do I need to do that too?" he laughs

"I don't know Joshy, I think you might have to do it." you tease, his eyes widening

"I'm only joking" you say as you turn away from him, bending at a 90 degree angle and slowly sliding your panties down. You turn back to face him, his eyes huge, and same with... something else. You slowly get closer to him, placing your hand on his shoulder and whispering "Do I make you nervous?" across his lips.

"Yes, Mama."

"Good. I can feel your tension through the air, Joshy. Let me fix that for you" You say as you slide down his body, Pulling his boxers down with your hands as you touch your knees to the floor. You wrap your hands around him, a breathy moan coming out of him.

"Fuck, Mama."

"Yeah, we'll get to that later. be patient, Joshy baby."

"yes, Y/N"

You stop. "What was that?"

"Yes, Mama"

"Good boy."

You now take him in your mouth, tounge swirling around his tip, your hands on his chest. You start bobbing your head, going down further and further until you gag, and then tilt your head back to show him all the precum on your tounge. He gives you a knowing nod, and pushes your head back to what you were doing before.

"Fuck my face Joshy"

In moments your throat is getting obliterated, he is using you just like he probably uses his hand at home. You feel his cock start to twitch in the back of your throat, which is when you pull him out from your mouth.

"Not yet."

"Yes, Mama" he responds, but there is visible frustration on his face from edging him. You pump him with your hand again, and then stop.

"Get in the bedroom"

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You instruct Josh on what you want to happen, telling him you want to be fucked missionary style. You move yourself up to him, kissing him. Wrapping your tounge around his, and he follows. He is growing so hard it makes you giggle to yourself.

"Turned on, are we?"

"Fuck yes Mama. I need to fuck you" His words making you wet instantly. You give him a few last lazy kisses, still sitting against him. You guide him inside of you, both of you exhaling deeply as he starts to go in and out.

"Faster. Good." He picks up speed pretty quickly. You then feel him stick his hand down onto your clit and begin rubbing circles on it.

"Feel good, mama?"

"Yes, Joshy" you say while struggling to get your words out. "fuck!" he slows down again, giving you soft hits right in your cervix. He starts to kiss the side of your neck leading down onto your collarbones. Since he gave you a 'break' you flip yourselves over to be on top. He looks at you with wide eyes.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you"

You watch him throw his head back into the bed the second you go down, his thick cock filling you up almost completely. The perfect fit. fuck josh is the only thought that comes to mind right now.

"You feel- so- good Joshy" You say in between going down on his cock, your ass slapping against his thighs everytime. His jaw tightens and his body shudders with tenseness from what you said.

"I feel good Mama?"

"Yes- fuck" he starts pumping up into you from underneath your body, your praise being his motivation. You hide your face in the nape of his neck, trying not to scream out with no success. Your screaming only motivates him more, now he's hitting your center harder, faster. fuck. Driving up into you as hard as he can. You'll definitely be walking weird tomorrow, good thing you can be home all day. He clenches your sides with both hands, as his cock starts to twitch inside of you. You feel yourself reaching the same point, you both climaxing together. Thank GOD for birth control.

"Fuck Mama" Josh says panting, still inside of you. You still have your face in his neck, breathing heavily and trying to regroup your thoughts while coming down from your high that is Josh Kiszka. After a few minutes your mind starts to work again. You realize Josh has had his arms wrapped around you this whole time, stroking your hair. You find enough strength to get yourself up, laying next to Josh.

"That was amazing Joshy"

"It was, sweet girl. Now its bathtime for you, okay Mama?"

"Okay"

Josh comes around to your side of the bed to scoop you up, bridal style. He lays you in the lukewarm water as you close your eyes. You smell the smell of your soap, vanilla lavender. You feel the touch to your skin, Josh starts washing the dirt and now cum off of you. You feel him put his hand under your chin, to tilt your head upwards. You open your eyes as he rubs the dirt on your nose with water.

"You should get in. please."

You move towards the drain to give him some space to get in. He sits down so you adjust yourself to be sitting on his lap, leaning back into him.

"Thank you for being here Josh. I don't know what I would do without you"

"You're welcome but you don't have to even think of that because I'm not going anywhere mama. You mean too much to me and some drunk sex isn't going to stop our friendship or the way I love you. Plus we still need that photoshoot so I can't get rid of you yet"

You turn your head back to glare at him only to see him smiling like a goofball, the both of you instantly laughing when your gazes meet.

The End!*** check authors note ;)

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***AUTHORS NOTE!

Hey besties so obviously there is tension between miss Y/N and literally all the rest of the boys. Do we support making more parts to this? I'm all for it but want to see what y'all think!