#i hear giggling from the other room but whenever i am around they get quiet and pretend like they are studying

[mumblelard]

clarice is about to start popping off. she loves the autumn and she has at least three dozen little blossoms in various stages of exploding pink engorgement. i'm so proud of her. i moved ruth over close because sometimes clarice's wantoness encourages her. bob, the chia christmas tree, is new here, and he has no idea what he is in for even though he has been putting on quite the big bushy fertility show himself. complications ensue

[wcbblife]

Paige as a mom HCs

a/n: so, I'm just going to drop this here and act like I didn't just stop writing for like months. Sorry people... I'll try and get some stuff out but it's so hard to write these days. Excuse any errors!

Beach days are a must for her. She loves to collect seashells with her kid so that they can make necklaces or even decorate their fishtank back at home.

“Mamma check this one out!” Paige cranes her neck back to see the huge seashell held way too close to her face. “Woah baby. I think that one’s way too big to take home.” She watches as Mia pouts, head dropping low together with her shoulders. “But... I guess we could make an exception.” Paige opens the small bag in her hands, smiling as she watches Mia waddle over to her and drop it in with the rest of them.

Unprompted 12 am trips to buy snacks with her kid.

“Mamma we’re out of string cheese.” Mia pouts, pressing on the dispenser at the top of the can, hearing nothing more than the air inside the tin. “Awe dang it.” She matches the pout on her lips, halting her hand currently opening the packet of salted crackers. They stay in silence and a smile settles on her face. “You wanna go with me to buy some? "Can we do that?” She leans in, whispering, as if she were afraid to get caught. “Sure we can,” Paige shrugs, “But you have to be quiet. Mommy is sleeping.”

Videogame house tournaments that always end up with you eliminated first.

“Mamma, I’m gonna beat you this time.” She squeezes her controller, little face twisted in concentration. “In your dreams, princess.” Paige chuckles, choosing her character on smash. “My money’s on Mia.” You mumble from the floor, currently situated between Paige’s legs. “Hey.” She hisses, squeezing your sides softly with her legs as Mia lets out a string of giggles.

She actually gets sad whenever she thinks about her kid moving out for college even if she's still a baby.

"Paige?" You call out from your room. You swear you've searched the whole house for her and no matter how much you call out you're met with silence. "I'm in here." She mumbles into the hallway from the nursery. You're quick to walk over, creaking the door open slowly. Paige is sitting on the rocking chair, baby in her arms. Even with your presence in the room, she can't seem to tear her eyes away from her daughter. "You ok baby? I've been calling you." Careful not to wake your daughter, you shuffle over to her, leaning down to whisper. Paige turns to look at you and that's when you see it. Her eyes are red, dried-up tears reaching all the way down to her chin. "You've been crying?" Instinctively, you reach over to cup her chin. "What's wrong?" A few seconds pass and Paige looks back down to her babygirl. "She's going to leave us." Confused, you freeze next to her. "What?" "Mia. She's going to grow up and leave one day" You chuckle, suddenly feeling a bit more relieved. "Baby, Mia's only a year old. You'll have some time between now and then." Paige's lips quiver again as the tears start to come back. You smile, bending over to plant a kiss to the crown of her head. "I'll make you some coffee sweetheart."

Her whole team is obsessed with Mia.

"Mia, come here." Paige calls for her, almost exasperated. No matter what she did Mia just didn't seem to listen. "You want to do press with me?" "Brink!" Mia shrieks, running over to the center with her arms extended upward. The blond smiles, bending over to scoop Mia up into her arms. "I can take her, Paige." Before Paige can get another word out, Cameron cuts in. "Seriously dude. I got her." Paige sighs, "Thanks, Cam." Cameron walks away into the other room and Paige sees the team huddle around the center to coo at her girl.

Paige's favorite thing is picking up her kid from school.

Paige watches as the teacher walks over to Mia, tapping on her shoulder softly and pointing where the guard was standing. Immediately, Mia drops the crayon on her hand, rushing over to Paige and hugging her knees. Paige picks her up, covering her face with kisses, enjoying the way that Mia giggles. "I got you something." Mia stops laughing, cheeks red from laughter. Paige shows her a bad, filled with cookies from her favorite shop. Mia hugs Paige's face, tiny hands barely circling around Paige head. "Thank you, mamma."

[moon1833]

SHORT-CIRCUIT - DENKI KAMINARI

“Am I going to have to kiss you or are you going to?”

The first time Denki Kaminari short-circuited in front of you had been the first time you spared with him.

It was your first day of hand-to-hand combat training, and Mr. Aizawa had paired you two up. Since you had joined a little later in the semester, he had decided not to tell any of your classmates your quirk. He figured it would be better training for them.

He stood in front of you confidently, eager to speak. “Hey! My names Denki Kaminari. You’re really pretty, what’s your name?”

You had been in classes for less than a week, but still, you had not been expecting that from him. You flushed, a little embarrassed with how loud he was. You introduced yourself, not revealing your quirk like Mr. Aizawa had said, and told him your name a little less enthusiastically before getting into your stance.

You decided to go easy on him the first time. Your quirk was strong, and while Kaminarai had already told you about his on your first dah, yours was still a mystery to most.

Eager to impress you, he jumped into action, throwing a powerful shock wave at you. Rather simply, you jumped back, turning your torso in the air to dodge. Before you could calculate your next move, a loud POP rang out, and you stopped your movement.

Brain fried, a stupid smile and thoughtless eyes followed your concerned gaze. You had dropped your stance, unaware of his ‘side effects.’

“Kaminari, are you okay?” You jogged over, placing your hand on his shoulder. You looked over at your teacher in concern. He wasn’t even turned in your direction, helping Midoriya on the other side of the room.

Kaminari is mumbling incoherently, but he’s desperately trying to tell you something. You lean closer, worry flushing your features.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words are loopy, and you hope they’re disoriented enough that no one else can hear him. “Wow. So gorgeous.”

You can hear Kirishima snickering behind you as your face turns red. Your eyes widen, and your mouth parts in shock.

“Um, does he need to see recovery girl?” You ask, turning to see most of the attention on you. You feel him playing with the ends of your hair.

“Nah, usually he just sleeps it off or walks around like an idiot for a little while.” Sero added, not attempting to hide his laughter at all.

“Oh, okay.” You say awkwardly. “Should I knock him out?”

“Woah.” Mina giggles. “I didn’t think he annoyed you that bad.”

“No, no.” You hold your hands up in defense, trying to shrug off Kaminari who was now trying to wrap his arms around you.

“It’s a part of my quirk, see?” Gently, you tap his temple, and he falls forward. You catch him, propping his arm over your shoulder so you could fireman carry him.

“Wow, you’re pretty strong!” Mina says.

“So manly.” Kirishima mumbles in agreement.

“Can we use that whenever Bakugo is being an asshole?” Sero chimes in.

“HEY, I’LL KILL YOU!”

“I think I’m just gonna bring him to his dorm.” You duck out before Bakugo can charge in your direction.

-

The next day, you expected a quiet morning. You were on the shyer side, and you were yet to call any of your classmates your friends. People were more than friendly to you, Mina in particular was very welcoming, but as you took your seat, you didn’t expect anyone to talk to you until after homeroom.

The door slams open a minute to the bell, and Sero, Mina, Kaminari, Bakugo and Kirishima walked in together. For a moment, you wondered how Kaminari was doing, but you bit your tongue.

You had half expected for Kaminari to not speak to you, he seemed like the type to always get distracted by whatever was in front of him. However, when he shuffled into the room, his eyes immediately found yours, his grin widening and shouting a ‘good morning!’ to you.

From that point on, he took a liking to you. It was half flirting, but you learned to not take it seriously since you saw him do that to almost everyone.

He was extroverted, embarrassingly so at times. He’d talk your ear off at lunch and text you at 1am asking for homework answers. But still, you found yourself enjoying his humor and his effort, not to mention he wasn’t bad to look at.

Regardless of your classes teasing, you shook off Kaminari’s short-circuiting incident as being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were sure that if any other girl had been in your place, he would’ve had the same reaction.

And then it happened again. And every time after that. Six months went by, and he barely uttered a word to anyone else when he was brain-fried.

Even when you weren’t in his immediate line of sight, he would leave from wherever he was standing to flirt with you. If you weren’t around, he’d babble about you until whoever was with him got tired of it and dropped him off to you.

It had gotten to the point when whenever he’d use his quirk, you would be on speed dial just in case.

You may answer with an exhausted sigh or an eye roll, but you never turned him away. Kaminarai barely even remembered whatever he said when he woke up, so it was never really a problem.

Until you found yourself falling for him.

It was stupid, really. He was so different from you, it was crazy to think he’d be genuinely attracted to you. But, you couldn’t help how your heart jumped when he said your name, or how he’d always leave his friends to talk with you.

Now, his short-circuited brain was a bit more of an issue. You knew how it worked by now, right away, he would barely be able to speak, just sounds strung together and loopy hand motions. Then, he’d go back to his chatter box self, but his thoughts were always jumbled, more than usual. Usually after that, he’d pass out for an hour and forget the entire thing.

“I think I love you.” He’s drooling a little, sprawled out on your bed while you’re desperately trying to focus on your review sheet.

“Okay.” You choke. “You should get some rest, you trained hard.”

“I can’t. Cuddle me.” He says dumbly, almost falling off your bed as he twists around, tangled in your comforter.

“Just close your eyes, Kami.” Your grip on your pen is leaving a red indent in your fingers.

For a moment, he’s silent, and you think he’s actually listened to you for once. You force your focus to your work, before a loud bang behind you makes you turn your head.

Blanket stuck between his legs, Kaminari was face down on your carpet, his shirt rolled up exposing most of his back. You ignored how his muscles flex as he tries to (and fails) to get up.

“Kaminari…” You sigh loudly, rubbing your face as you stand. He flips over to lay on his back, and his hair is sticking in a few different directions.

“Why don’t you ever call me by my first name?” He pouts as he looks up at you. He was actually stringing together proper sentences, which was almost surprising.

“You’ve never asked me to.” You try to pull him up, but he’s completely dead weight.

“Please.” He drags out the word, grabbing both your hands.

“Okay.” You flush at the contact.

“Say it.” He pouts again, and for a moment you think he’s going to cry.

“Okay, Denki.” His lips change dramatically, flipping into a grin that’s annoying contagious.

“Yay!” He pulls you down with a little too much force, and you land harshly on top of him. You’re a little dazed with how quickly you collide with his chest, and you almost don’t realize he’s wrapping his arms around your waist until he nuzzles his face into your neck.

You try to stand, but he holds you tighter with a whine. You feel the blood rush to your face, and you cannot fathom that this is happening on your dorm floor.

“You smell good.” His lips graze your neck.

“Denki.” You manage to get out. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the bed?”

“Hm.” He thinks. “No.”

You groan in exasperation.

Eventually, he rests his head on the floor and somehow falls asleep, the rise and fall of his chest becoming slower. It almost pulls you into sleep, but your brain is speed railing through thoughts.

He had always been a bit of a handful with flirting, even when his brain wasn’t completely shocked. This, however, was a whole new level of it. You weren’t sure if you could survive it.

Even asleep, you couldn’t escape his grip. He let you fall to his side, his body turning with you. Now, he had an arm holding your back, while the other went past the crook of your neck, pulling you even closer to him.

His lips were aligned with your forehead, and you were sure you could feel him exhale if you moved any closer.

A stray hair fell onto his forehead, hitting the space between where his eyelids met. His nose scrunches in reaction, and you barely hesitate in brushing it off of his face.

Tentatively, you pat it down, running a few strands through your fingers. Somehow, his hair barely had any tangles, and he let out a soft sigh at the feeling.

You didn’t know what was going on, and you didn’t know what was going to happen when he woke up, but even still, there was an odd sense of peace with being so close to him.

Denki was warm, and he smelt like clean laundry. For a moment, you remembered earlier in the year when he would wear a sickening amount of cologne until you told him you couldn’t go near him without sneezing. You smiled softly at the memory.

Against your better judgment, you fall asleep quickly, feel a bit too safe in his arms.

When you woke up in your bed an hour later, you promised yourself you wouldn’t do that again.

Instead, it became a fast habit. If you refused to cuddle with him, Denki literally threw himself off of your bed and whined until you did. (One instance he sprawled out across the table you were using to study and rolled onto your lap).

Mina had suggested to just talk to him about it, since all he knew when he woke up was that he was with you. But, if you spoke to him, there was a chance you wouldn’t hold him again.

The longer it went on though, the worse you felt, like you were taking advantage of his state. You never went any further than playing with his hair occasionally, but you couldn’t shake the guilt.

It spiraled even more out of control the closer you became. Denki was touchy. He grabbed your hand at random and stood as close as possible to you. During movie nights with your friends, he’d go out of his way to sit next to you, his thigh always meeting yours.

One particular night, half of the 1-A class decided to have a sleepover in Mina’s room, due to her suggestion. The idea was better than it in practice, and most of your friends were sitting on her floor while Bakugo insisted he got the one chair in the room.

Midoriya, Uraraka and Mina were cramped on her twin bed, the pink haired girl doing whatever she could to squish them even closer together. You would’ve found amusement in Midoriya’s expression, but you were in the exact same situation.

Kirishima was next to Denki, who was next to you. You had found the most comfortable spot you could, next to a wall while sitting on Mina’s fuzzy pink rug. As expected, Denki sat right next to you, crossing his legs and greeting you loudly. When Kirishima sat down next to him with a smirk, you should’ve known.

By the time Jirou had shown up with the snacks, Denki was squished into you so tightly he was almost on your lap. You kept glaring at Kirishima, who pretended not to notice.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Mina gushed, almost knocking Midoriya off the bed with how she jumped.

“No way, you always make me eat something that makes me throw up.” Kirishima pouted.

“Dude, you can just pick truth.” Denki says.

“No way, that’s so un-manly.” He shakes his head in disapproval.

“Uhg, whatever.” Bakugo groans. “This is getting lame, just play.”

Quickly, Mina went first, putting her plan in getting Uraraka and Midoriya together by asking the wide-eyed girl who her crush was. She insisted she didn’t have one while flushed and staring at the boy next to her.

The game went on, and you were glad to be on the observing side. You barely commented, giggling when someone had to do something embarrassing and whispering in Denki’s ear little remarks that he always leaned a little too close to you to hear.

After any funny comment he’d make, he’d shoot a glance to you to see if he’d succeed in making you laugh, swelling with pride when you were already looking at him.

You’d been able to escape the first round, shuffling deeper in your corner when everyone had been asked but you. You had almost avoided it completely when Denki spoke.

“Guys you forgot her turn!” He grins, hiding a giggle while pushing you in front of him.

“Aw, I’m sorry!” Mina cried. “I wanna ask her!”

You grimaced, narrowing your eyes at Denki while mumbling a few insults at him. He only smiled wider.

“Hm.” Mina thinks aloud. “Do you like anyone?”

“Yeah.” You say nonchalantly, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Who?!” Mina shouts, and the intense focus on you feels suffocating. Even Bakugo had stopped complaining for a moment.

“That wasn’t part of the question.” You manage to get out, ignoring Jirou and Mina’s loud booing.

When the attention finally shifts, you sink back, visibly exhaling. When Denki’s turn comes, you try to downplay your interest.

“Okay, truth or dare?” Kirishima nudged him.

“Truth.” He mumbles while shoving chips into his mouth.

“Who do you think the most attractive person in the room is?” Kirishima asks like he already knows the answer.

You’ve been observant from a very early age. Being in the hero course at UA helped that greatly. When the question fell from Kirishima’s lips, you subconsciously studied Denki’s entire body language.

You watch his spine straighten slightly, his normally brash expression tilting into a more shy one, his ears burning red. He tenses up, you feel his arm move away from yours. You focus on his eyes darting around, and they fix on someone across from you.

Jirou. He’s looking at Jirou.

Your entire body feels cold suddenly as it clicks in your mind. He likes Jirou, and you’re practically attached to him. You’re in the way. Fuck.

You can’t think, your head is pounding and you feel like everyone in the room knew this but you. Ungracefully, you stand to your feet and step towards Mina’s door.

Your body doesn’t feel like yours as your hand pulls the doorknob, and you mutter out some excuse before ducking your head down and leaving.

You’re halfway down the hallway when you realize you left your phone in Mina’s dorm, but you don’t even slow your steps, rubbing your face ferociously. God, you’ve never felt this stupid.

You don’t expect for anyone to follow you, especially since it’s after curfew, but you don’t look back at the sound of thudding footsteps.

“Hey, slow down.” Denki pants behind you. “Jesus you’re fast.”

“I don’t feel well, please just go back.” Your voice is quiet.

“Oh.” You don’t have to turn around to know he’s rubbing his neck awkwardly. “Can I walk you back to your dorm at least then?”

“Okay.” You agree without thinking. You finally turn to him, not bothering to smile.

You lead the walk in silence, refusing to make eye contact as you fiddle with your pajama shorts. You can feel his eyes on you, firm and unmoving.

When you get to your dorm, you fumble with the key slightly before nodding a goodnight to him, opening your door.

“Wait.” He shoots an arm out, propping open the door and preventing you from moving. “I like you.”

You’ve heard him say it many times before, but his brain is completely normal now, and it fills you with shock. “What?”

“I like you.” He turns you to him, his hands resting on your shoulders. The door closes. “Like, a lot. And I’m sorry I haven’t told you any sooner, I’m kind of a wimp.”

You can’t help it, a sharp laugh leaves your mouth. You realize how terrible of a reaction that is to a confession and cover your mouth.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You apologize, but Denki’s laughing, too.

“I uh, I like you too.” You say after a moment. “But I thought you liked Jirou?”

“What?” Denki blurts a little too loud. “Nah, she’d just been trying to help me out. Plus, she’s got like a whole thing going on with Yaoyorozu.”

“Shit. I totally called that.” You sigh.

“I know, right.”

You rest your head against the door, smiling at him slightly. You don’t miss how his amused expression drops into a fluster.

“What?”

“I just can’t believe you actually like me.” He admits.

“You can’t?” There’s a small twitch of annoyance in your expression as you lift your back from the wall, inching closer to him. “I’ve been blatantly obvious about this for months.”

“Okay, well, I’ve liked you for the past year.” He retorts, subconsciously mimicking your actions until your shoes are touching. “And I’ve been pretty obvious, too.”

“Only when you’re practically brain dead.” You sigh, fingers playing with his hoodie strings. You watch his eyes widen slightly, a teasing grin on your face as you lean even closer. “You really are a wimp.”

His eyes are glued to your lips, entranced by the curve of your amusement. “Yeah.” He finally replies. “I am.”

“Am I going to have to kiss you or are you going to?” Your head cocks to the side.

He flushes, but before another comment can slide from your mouth his hands hold your face, and he kisses you gently.

It’s quick, and he ended up kissing closer to the corner of your lips. You smile nonetheless, chasing his mouth as he pulls away and firmly tracing his lips with yours.

Your hands make their way to his hair, and he kisses you back a little harder at the feeling. Unintentionally, your teeth graze his bottom lip, but before you could pull away and apologize, a sharp ZAP rips through you.

It isn’t harsh, but you’re well aware Denki just shocked you. You go to tease him, but by the look on his face you stop yourself.

“How did you even short-circuit!?”

[fluff-lover]

Healing Touch: Jealousy

A little drabble inside Healing Touch, but can be read as a stand alone.

A/N: This takes place after reader/Angel and Logan get together, around chapter 6 (it’s not posted yet)

Logan’s not the “flowers and chocolates” type of guy. He was too “tough” for those corny things, or at least that’s what he likes to think.

But you know he can be tender and thoughtful so when you had flowers delivered to you one morning, you didn’t question it. You giggled with excitement as you placed the flowers in a vase and set them on your desk. They really gave the school’s infirmary a pop of color.

You were supposed to help Hank with some paperwork but you were too distracted looking at the beautiful combination of flowers, your belly filled with butterflies as you thought about Logan and how special he made you feel.

The last bell of the day rang and you could hear the kids rushing through the halls. Finally the day was over. You opened the door and looked around the hall, expecting to see Logan making his way to the infirmary. And he didn’t disappoint.

Since the two of you got together you built a little routine: you saw each other in the infirmary after class to catch up, then you had dinner with the rest of the team, and then he would sneak to your bedroom for some alone time. Logan still chose to sleep by himself in his own room, although it was starting to get harder and harder to say goodnight, both of you just wanting to sleep in the same bed, holding each other. But his fear of hurting you in his sleep was bigger, so this routine was enough, for now at least.

As he made his way to the infirmary he saw you standing by the door with the biggest, most lovely smile on your face, and he felt himself floating to you.

“Hey, little angel.” He greeted you.

“Hi!” you giggled and pulled him inside by his arm.

After kicking the door shut you basically threw yourself at him, arms and legs wrapping around him as you kissed him. Logan was caught by surprise but still managed to catch you mid air without dropping you. The kiss was deep and passionate, the type of kiss you reserved for whenever you were alone in your bedroom. When you finally pulled back you two were breathless

“Someone is in a good mood.” Logan observed, panting. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Mhmmm.” You hummed, eyelids half closed, a smile on your face. “I just wanted to thank you for the flowers.”

Logan blinked.

“What flowers?”

You could swear you heard the sound of a record scratching.

“You didn’t send me flowers?” You asked, slowly “climbing” down Logan. He stared at you.

“No, I didn’t.” 

It’s hard to tell what was bigger: your disappointment or his confusion.

At that Logan spotted the flowers on your desk. He gently pulled aside before stomping to the desk to inspect it. You watched him as he looked around the flowers until he found a little card tucked between the stems. 

You facepalmed, how did you not think about checking first?

“To my little angel -your secret admirer.” Logan read out loud, rage building up in his chest.

“I thought they were from you.” You said shyly. “You’re the only one that calls me that.”

“Well, clearly I’m not!” He said. “And I’m not so much of a secret admirer, am I?”

“I’m sorry.” you looked down. 

With a huff, Logan picked up the flowers and walked out of the infirmary. You frowned in confusion and followed him.

“Where are you going?” You asked, but he didn’t reply, instead he kept walking.

Logan bursted into the teachers’ lounge room with an imposing stance, making the room go quiet very fast.

“Who the FUCK sent flowers to MY girl?” He growled before throwing the bouquet on a table. 

You could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked shocked, and some even a little bit scared. After a moment you heard someone cough.

“Um, that was me.” Alex Summers said. “I didn’t know you two had become a thing...”

You thought Logan would kill him. His breathing picked up, his nose flared and his fists clenched, eyes throwing daggers at him.

Alex didn’t wish for a fight, but if it was needed he was ready to defend himself.

“Logan…” You whispered before placing your hand on his arm. You were the only person that could calm him down. Your touch always seemed to ground him. “It’s okay, he didn’t know.”

Logan bared his teeth to Alex as a final warning before turning to you. His eyes softened instantly. He didn’t want to scare you and you looked upset already, he didn’t like that. He walked to Alex, and the young man squared up his shoulders, ready for a confrontation.

“Logan…” You insisted.

“You try something like this ever again and I will end you.” Logan threatened before turning and walking out the room.

Everyone stood in silence, too shaken up to do or say something.

You looked at the flowers on the table, all torn and ruined, and your heart broke.

… you really liked those flowers. 

-

No one knew where Logan was. After the altercation he took off, god knows where, and hadn’t come back yet. The sun was setting and you were worried. You considered calling him, but instead you chose to send him a text letting him know you’d wait for him at your usual bench.

Sitting there you took a moment to think. You were sad that the flowers weren’t from Logan. You couldn’t care less about Alex, or anyone else for that matter. But you wanted to believe Logan liked you enough to do sweet gestures like sending flowers. Maybe he really wasn’t that type of man, and as much as the idea of never getting flowers hurt you, you knew you’d have to get used to it. Logan expressed his affection in other ways, and that was enough for you.

You were also surprised by how possessive Logan seemed to be about you. Never in a million years you’d think he would fight another man over you. That was the last thing you wanted for him.

That being said, there was a tiny little part of you that was flattered. The way Logan called you HIS girl in a room filled with people made your heartbeat pick up. This was enough for you to know you were in his mind, and he didn’t need to send flowers for people to know you belonged to him.

Suddenly Logan appeared by your side and your eyes almost fell out of their sockets. 

He was holding a big bouquet of red roses, a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. You couldn’t decide whether this was the most romantic thing you’ve ever seen, or if he just looked ridiculous. This was so out of character for him.

“What the…?” You said getting up from the bench.

“Hear me out.” Logan said as he stepped closer. “I know I acted like an asshole and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t.” You reassured him.

“Yeah, well… Still, I shouldn’t have acted out like that. I think I was jealous.”

“You think?” you teased, making him roll his eyes.

“I don’t like the idea of Alex, or anyone else for that matter, to swoop in and take you away.”

You felt yourself melting.

“Oh Logan, that’s never gonna happen.” 

“It should happen if I don’t treat you right.” He said.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

“I never sent you flowers.” Logan said with shame, as if it was an embarrassing thing to admit. “And then some random guy does and it makes me look bad.” He shook his head. “I’m an idiot.”

“No you’re not, don’t say that.” you shook your head.

“I don’t know how to do this whole… relationship thing.” He said, cringing at his own election of words. “But I’m trying, okay? I really want to do things right. So…” He looked down at the gifts. “I got my girl some flowers and… stuff.” Poor guy, he was really trying.

You smiled and reached out to take the flowers from him.

“Red roses… that’s very romantic.” You giggled before sniffing a flower and sighing happily. “Thank you Logan, I love them.” You stood on your toes and pecked his lips. He smiled widely, the type of smile that steals your breath away every. single. time. 

You took the rest of his gifts and walked back to his bedroom with him.

Later that night you looked at the flowers on your desk, lit only by your bedside table. The box of chocolates was open and half empty, and the teddy bear was on your dresser facing the wall because according to Logan, “he shouldn’t see what papa was about to do to mama”.

And what a show it was!

Logan laid between your legs, with his head on your chest after some intense love making. You ran your hands through his hair and he hummed happily.

“That was… something.” you said exhausted and giggled. Logan propped himself up and smiled down at you. The way he looked at you made you blush shyly, even after everything you just did. There was a softness in his eyes that was reserved only for you.

“Something good I hope.” He joked.

“Baby it’s a good thing I can heal fast, because otherwise I don’t think I would be able to walk tomorrow.” you laughed.

“Good, good.” Logan said proudly before caressing your cheek. “I know that now everyone is aware that you’re my girl, but just to be sure…” You watched him take his dog tags and place them in your hand.

“Lo…” You gasped.

“That way everyone will know.” He said. You quickly put them on and once they sat on your chest Logan leaned in and kissed you.

Not only were you his girl, but by giving you his tags he was also saying “I’m yours.”

Logan Howlett was your man.

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11~ Wet Dream

Warnings ⚠️: Masturbation, wet dreams, reader getting caught

Not Proofread

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This didn’t turn out as good as I had hoped and kind of hope you guys like it anyway, but my mind is making me think this was absolute garbage…

Translation Station

Yawntutsyìp: Darling; Little Loved One

Syulang: Flower

Tawtute: Sky Person (Human)

Word Count: 2.2k

The comets of Pandora usually came around once every ten years. Today marked the day that Ri’nela, Nor, Teylan, and Aha’ri’s sister could finally join in a tradition their clan usually did by holding a gathering to witness the beauty of what today held.

The four of them had decided to invite the tawtute scientists for this occasion to watch it together as a group. A lot of them had sat scattered in their own little world but enough for one of us to stand near them in case they needed protecting from the wildlife that was active throughout the night.

I’d been stuck with one who decided to be off on her own, she was often quiet and off in her own world, never really bothering me or any of the others and I never knew what was going on in her mind, but she had managed to get comfortable enough to fall asleep.

A couple of her tawtute companions had come by, giggling to themselves as they begun drawing random and obscure objects, when I’d asked them what they were doing they stated it was a tradition they often did whenever someone fell asleep first during a gathering, it made no sense to me but I shrugged it off and believed if they hadn’t been doing anything to harm her, she would be fine.

The ironic thing is that all tawtute had fallen asleep and the comets were due to come within the next hour, I was tempted to draw on their masks in retaliation but believed it to be childish and probably something Y/n wasn’t willing to do either way, yet I wasn’t sure as I didn’t know her.

_________

The sights the forest of Pandora had to offer were mesmerizing indeed, but as always the sun being out caused a heat that made me feel sticky, I raised an arm to wipe the sweat off my brow- as I always did whenever I was outside too long- and come in contact with my own face. I pause for a second as it takes me some time to come to the realization that I had been outside and was able to touch my face, meaning I was outside in the ambience of Pandora without the protection of my mask, I take a few more seconds to collect my thoughts and decide that since I had been breathing well before, I should be fine, right?

I blink and suddenly find myself in the meeting room with Alma, Priya, So’lek, Teylan, Nor, Ri’nela, and Aha’ri’s sister, everyone seems to be in a great mood judging by the smiles plastered all over their faces, I can feel the smile tugging on my lips as well and feel like this victory couldn’t have been done without Aha’ri’s sister doing a bunch of the heavy lifting. I hear someone clearing their throat and find myself looking up toward So’lek, who happened to already be looking back at me and I could feel my face growing hotter the longer he looked at me.

It’s like we had a silent conversation as I knew he wanted me to follow him yet I have no idea what words had been shared between us. Whatever corridor we were currently walking in made me feel as though I was being tugged to follow him, his back moving in such a way that I knew he was walking slowly because of me. I could see his tanhì glowing on his backside as he continued to block whatever light was being offered by the poorly lit corridor, which is why I knew where to keep going as I followed him.

I blink and again am shifted into the middle of the forest at night, the sky glowing a brilliant shade of black as the stars littered amongst the sky lit up the world above me, the bioluminescent plants lighting the world below me, and So’lek standing with his back against a tree. More words are shared again and just like before I’m unsure of what words were spoken, I could just tell based off of a feeling, my heart beating faster and suddenly I can feel myself with my hands and knee’s on the forest floor just as his rough voice finally speaks words I can hear.

“Are you ready yawntutsyìp?” He asks in a heavy voice and all I could do was stay in silence, half of me tempted to agree with being ready to whatever it was he was proposing, and another part of me being scared, although I didn’t have time to figure anything out as my own voice had spoken toward him.

“Yes-“ A breathy moan passes my tongue and I can slightly feel a bit of pressure on my cunt, I hadn’t even realized I had been wet and ready for him until a minuscule breeze blew by and I could feel a coolness on my own thighs right as he pushes the tip in and I can feel myself stretching to accommodate to him.

“You are very tiny, tawtute.” He groans, sounding as though he was struggling to get those words out, I could feel more pressure at my entrance and could tell he was starting to push in deeper, a whine coming from me as I struggled to fit what he was barely pushing in.

“So’lek w-wait,” I nearly shouted as I could feel his movements falter to my requests, my eyes having shut as the pressure grew, I could feel him reaching down past my breast and my stomach and toward my cunt, collecting whatever bits of moisture he could and beginning to rub my clit lightly, sliding back out slowly and thrusting whatever bit of length he had back in.

“Is this better?” He asks and all I could do was let out a low moan, not even a proper answer, and I wasn’t even ashamed of it.

I had grown to like the way So’lek looked and could appreciate the little intricate patterns of his stripes and the way his tanhì were littered around his body as if precisely placed by the great mother herself. I had harbored these feelings for quite a while now but had never said anything in fear of my feelings not being reciprocated and being left heart broken, but at this very moment my heart- amongst other things- had felt full.

“Fuck, So’lek, go faster-“ I mumbled as the strokes on my clit were starting to feel dull and I was growing used to the length he had pushed inside of me, ready to take on more of whatever he had to offer, knowing he wasn’t pushed in to the hilt.

_________

“So’lek w-wait,”

My ears perk up at the sound of my name being mumbled from her lips, I turn my head to look at her to see if she had woken up, but her plump lips had been closed as she lied on her stomach, her head facing me, her eyes still closed. She must have been dreaming, but I wonder what she was seeing behind her eye lids as she had called out my name, curiosity gets the better of me as I sniff the air around her to ensure she was fine. Having had her straying further from her peers whenever she settled on this place meant I had to stray far as well to ensure she was safe.

“Hmmm,”

My ears perk up once more and wonder if she had been injured and was too weak to rouse from sleep, a part of me growing worried and wondering if one of our snakes had managed to sneak up and bite her, its venom spreading through her body as I sat idly by without taking care of the situation. I lean down closer and sniff the air around her, wondering if she was injured in any way, careful to not sniff too close to tickle her and wake her. My brows pinched together when I caught a light floral scent instead, having never smelled that whenever I’d walked past her, wondering why that scent had been emanating from her.

I see as she grinds her hips toward the ground and lets out another moan, my eyes widen at the action as I now realize the kind of dream she had been having, but considering she had spoken my name earlier meant I was involved with it. Had she been harboring feelings for me that I had been blind to?

I turn my head to look for Ri’nela who had been the closest Na’Vi to me but I still had to squint my eyes to get a good look at her. To my surprise she too had been lying down, her back facing me, and from the looks of it she had been breathing evenly which meant she had fallen asleep around the humans she was near and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

“Fuck, So’lek-“ My head turns at the mention of my name and I couldn’t help but shamefully look at her pleasuring herself as she humped the ground below her.

“Go faster,” She mumbles her next words with a moan, her tiny hips moving faster and I couldn’t help but look back at Ri’nela to see her back was still toward me, asking the great mother for forgiveness as I turn for my back to face the tawtute before me, staring right at her and taking a breath before sliding my tewng over to the side.

_________

It hadn’t taken long for him to push his cock all the way in and I could feel as though I was full in a good way, the tip of his cock barely kissing the tip of my cervix as he thrusts in slowly, making sure I was comfortable with such a length. I started to feel minimal pressure building in my belly and bucked my hips back to meet his thrust feeling the pressure on my clit as he pushed against my nub harder.

“Oh my God-“

“God is not present here, just me.” He speaks while slamming into me and I couldn’t help but hite my lip and closed my eyes harshly, seeing stars as he pounded relentlessly, I felt my brows knit at an upright position as he continues to pleasure me and my moans starting to become unstoppable.

_________

“You sound like you’re close, syulang, do you want to come?” I asked as I huffed in her ear hearing a high pitched whine before she nods her head and I grin. I continued gliding my hand over my shaft at the rate of her actions and felt myself getting close as well.

“Use your words like the good girl you are,” I whispered in her ear, allowing myself to lick the shell of her ear and hearing another moan ripping through her beautiful pouty lips.

“Y-yes puh-please,” Her movements become more erratic as she digs her hips down to the floor and her nose crinkles lightly, puffs of air coming out rapidly and lightly dusting the inside of her mask with fog with every breath she takes.

“Come for me sweet girl,” I mumble as I feel my cock ready to blow, her gasps of air just before she came having sent me over the edge as rope after rope of my come leaks out of my abused cock, the tip had been a darker blue -almost purple- in color and I watch as her hips still, I bite my own lip and curse in Na’Vi, I’ve never felt that way before, especially with a tawtute.

I place my slowly softening cock back into my loincloth as I attempt to catch my breath, I look up to the sky to thank the great mother for this opportunity- and also to check if the comets have decided to make their appearance but haven’t seen anything- turning my head back down and freeze upon seeing her eyes wide open.

“Did I just-“ She pauses as she looks at me, her eyes crossing for a second before looking around her mask, the drawings probably becoming more visible to her in this state.

“What the fuck,” She whispers to herself and I stare in awe of her use of the language, never being one to have heard her cuss in the first place.

“To answer your question, you did.” I rip her out of her thoughts and watch as her focus returns to me, eyes widening as her pout returns.

“But I did too,” I respond honestly and watch as her eyes widen, finally lifting her head from the forest floor to look down and see the evidence I had yet to cover up, her eyes going toward my clothed member and quickly moving back up to meet mine, embarrassment filling her eyes.

“Did I talk out loud?” She questions quietly, body molding to sit with her legs crossed as she shyly stares at the floor, I can only place my hand underneath her chin and picked it up slightly to make her look back at me.

“You did, but I did not mind, I enjoyed myself as well.” I stated but she stays quiet and a thought flashes in my mind.

“Would you like to draw on your companions masks as well? I know where they hid the marker.” I offer and watch as her face shoots up quickly, a giant smile spreading on her lips as she nods enthusiastically.

[99solaris]

home • pezzy

pairing: pezzy x gn!reader wc: 1.5k warnings: if you squint its angst ... fine balance with fluff song pairing: home by michael buble a/n: hello everyone!!! i am new to the frouse / clooless / goons writing community and thought i would throw my two cents into the bucket of writers. currently not taking requests since i am balancing studies next to this - maybe in the future (hopefully!) - i hope whoever reads enjoys it!!! feedback is always appreciated (:

The house always seemed to feel so much bigger when there wasn’t a second person to fill it. Evenings felt longer when the only sound to accompany you was the TV playing some random show and the added purring from Sly on your lap. It felt like life was put in slow motion, yet, you were still moving forward in real time. You feel slightly embarrassed for how much you actually miss him, even though he had only left the day before.

Max had agreed to go to Vegas for a boys trip over the weekend. He had talked about wanting to go back for months, frequently making jokes about how he ‘’needs to gamble’’ and ‘’I can hear the machines calling my name’’. All light fun with laughs and rolling of eyes. Muttering a low ‘’So is therapy’’ in response, earning an over the top shocked response from Max and a loud ‘’How dare you!’’.

When he was leaving, he nearly clinged on you for dear life. ‘’Remember to keep an eye on Sly,’’ he mentions, arms keeping a tight hold around your waist as he’s scanning the area behind you, ‘’Don’t let him out.’’ ‘’As if I have ever done that,’’ you respond, giving a soft shove to his shoulder and a quiet giggle. ‘’I’ll text you when I get there,’’ he says, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your lower back, ‘’And I’ll text you before I go to bed, when I go pee, when I am eating-’’ he says, rambling on before he shuts up when you place a kiss on his lips. ‘’Just send me a text when you can, just so I know that you’re alive, idiot,’’ you murmured against his lips. He hums in agreement before his lips leave yours, only to pepper gentle kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, his eyelashes tickling your skin. ‘’Go, Max,’’ you giggle as he teasingly starts kissing down your neck, ‘’you have a plane to catch, yeah?’’. ‘’Just one more kiss,’’ he says, ‘’and then I go.’’ You shake your head and let him press the last kiss on your lips, gently squeezing you as if when he lets go, you would disappear. His hold on your waist slowly releases as he picks up his bags and slings them over his shoulder, shoulders slump as he gives an actor worthy dramatic sigh before turning around to leave. It’s only 3 days, how bad can it be?

Actually unbearable for the both of you - and so for his friends. They’ve implemented a rule that Max is not allowed to mention you within the first hour of being in Vegas, others have started betting on how long he can hold it in. ‘’Hey, I know you love them, dude,’’ Puffer says at some point, hands rubbing at his face, ‘’but can you please, please, just talk about something else?’’. The group laughs at the comment as Max can’t do anything but blush, scratching his neck and accepts the teasing he’s going to endure.

On the other side, you sit at home and scroll your Instagram feed, rather mindless as you don’t seem to be caught up in anything in front of you. A day has passed since Max left and it would be a lie if you said it hadn’t been hard falling asleep without him next to you. Most of Day 2 of ‘’Waiting for my Husband (Max) to return from war (Vegas)’’ was spent texting back and forth funny bits they had seen through the day, pictures of pure devastation and jubilations of wins and losses.

Cat Dad(dy): ‘’Just lost 200 dollars’’ Babe<3: ‘’Guess we’ll be eating bread and beans for the rest of the month’’ Cat Dad(dy): ‘’Trust the process, babe’’.

It lifted your mood whenever the notification ding would sound. For those small seconds it would feel like he was in the room down the hall, streaming, sending you texts about if you wanted to make some dinner (together, of course, as he always makes sure to note) or if you should order out. But he’s not. He’s somewhere too far away, probably hyping up Droid to go all-in on a bet, only for him to most likely lose it all. 

Cleaning up after making dinner, having given Sly her food as well, giving her some head scratches before she digs in, you hear your phone ring. You don’t even bother looking at who is calling, since you already know who it is.

‘’Hey Max,’’ you say, a smile on your face already forming, ‘’you need any lunch money?’’ you joke, earning a laugh from his side of the phone. ‘’No, no, I’ve actually won the money back I won!’’ he says, answering the question from earlier, ‘’but I actually called to say that,’’ he continues before a heavy sigh leaves his lips, ‘’to say that I miss you.’’ ‘’I miss you too, Max,’’ you respond, ‘’like, a stupid amount.’’ ‘’I didn’t think I would miss you this much either,’’ he says, quickly continuing, ‘’but I do! I do miss you, a lot, like a parking lot.’’ A silly inside joke you’ve created early in the relationship. The call goes on, sharing more stories of what has happened, at various points you can hear the boys yell in the background, sometimes they would be on the phone and you got to hear each point of view of the story. Listening and responding as well as possible, even though a knot is forming in your stomach from wishing he was home instead and telling all these stories, curled up in his arms, hearing his heartbeat and the warmth of his body against yours. You haven’t noticed it yet, but the line has gone quiet. Max notices you haven’t responded in a while.

‘’What are you thinking about, babe?’’ he questions, making you return to the present. You fiddle with the bottom of your shirt, trying to suppress the stomach feeling as you utter a small, ‘’I wish you were home, Max.’’. It’s quiet again before you hear him sigh. ‘’I wish I was there too,’’ he responds as you can hear him move around, probably to get away from the attention of the boys. You look around the living room, how the sun is starting to set, casting soft shadows in the living room. If you imagine hard enough, you can nearly see Max walk around the room, fresh out of bed in only his pajama pants with Sly running after him. It brings a small smile to your face, reminiscing those many mornings you’ve had together. Though, it’s cut short as small sniffles break the silence. ‘’Are you okay?’’ you ask quietly and he laughs half-heartedly. ‘’It’s so stupid, isn’t it?’’ he says with a sharp inhale, ‘’It’s only been a day without you and it’s like I’m having withdrawals.’’

‘’I’m your Vegas slot machine now,’’ you try and joke, and it lands since he’s laughing on the other end. ‘’Yeah,’’ he says, ‘’yeah, you’re my slot machine and you are calling my name right now.’’ ‘’What are the voices saying?’’ you ask. ‘’That I come home,’’ he responds, a break before he continues, ‘’But I can’t right now,’’ he says and you can nearly hear him carting his hand through his hair, ‘’the boys would be so pissed if I did.’’

‘’Do what you think is right,’’ you reply, ‘’but don’t come home for me. If you want to come home early, it should be because you want to, Max.’’ He’s quiet, probably chewing on his lip, thinking the possibilities through. It has gotten dark outside since you’ve started the call, hours having passed by so easy. ‘’I’ll think about it, okay?’’ he says, ‘’I can’t promise anything-’’ ‘’And that’s alright. Text me when you know anything, ok?’’ you quickly interrupt him. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t have to and he knows that. ‘’You know that I love you, right?’’ he comments, hearing his smile through the phone. ‘’I love you too, Max,’’ you respond before you both agree to end the call. 

And so you wait. Moving from the living room to the bedroom. Waiting hours laying in bed. You don’t want to fall asleep in case he calls or texts. But your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, turning into a battle between you and your eyes to stay awake, since the rest of your body is ready to sleep. You look at your phone one last time. 3:48 in the morning. No messages, no calls.

Eventually, you fall asleep against your will.

When you wake up, it’s bright outside. Sitting up in bed, you check your phone and still nothing from him. You open your phone and are about to send him a message, when you hear a click. The pitter patter of Sly’s paws against the floor, the thump of something heavy landing on the floor, the floor starting to creak under the weight, footsteps nearing the bedroom and the door opens. 

‘’I missed you too much.’’

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Simon the Zealot | Brother Knows Best | Romantic

Brotherly concern may be considered sweet, unless said sibling tries to stand in the way of your love.

Requested by Juliaarwj

Every so often, Simon finds his own gaze drift across camp to rest on you sitting on the other end with the women. Your laughter stands out amongst the chatter and giggles erupting from the conversation you’re having and the sound of it makes his heart flutter every time he hears it. Then again, perhaps he’s biased. It is obvious you’re having fun whilst stitching up one of the tunics that rests in your lap and the former Zealot can’t help but feel a weird pang of jealousy when he sees it belongs to Philip. 

Trained to not be easily startled, he’d always expected of himself to be vigilant at all times, but when he turns back to his task of keeping the fire alive, he is met with a deeply glaring Nathanael, whose eyes are narrowed so suspiciously that Simon can’t help but slightly jolt at the unexpected proximity. The architect can apparently be very quiet when he wants to. Not that he often feels like it. 

“Why are you making eyes at my sister?” Straight to the point as always, Nathanael asks his question without beating around the bush. His dark eyes remain focused on Simon as he waits for an answer. Still recovering from being caught off-guard, Simon stutters for a moment. 

“I—Uh, I wasn’t—” 

“—I am not blind, Si.” 

It is unlike him to be able to read the room so well, usually lacking tact and awareness in some situations. However, if it involves his little sister, Nathanael seems to pick up on things that are definitely there. Simon hoped he was being more subtle about it, but it seems that he is not. 

“I know what you’re thinking.” Nathanael mutters, “She is not available.” 

Simon the former Zealot feels his heart drop into his gut. Had there been a betrothed he had been unaware of, hidden from the knowledge to prevent it from getting in the way of the ministry, a marriage only to be taking place once the time to settle down had come? 

“I didn’t know that she was already spoken for.” Simon breathes, voice unusually shaky. 

“Spoken for? No, I just don’t like the idea that my sister would be with a former assassin.” 

Part of his disappointment washes away but returns just as fast as Simon realises the meaning behind your brother’s words. “Former assassin,” he then emphasises, “Just like you, I am not the person I once was.” 

“You still have blood on your hands.” 

“In my training, I actually never reached the point that I killed someone. Just when I was about to complete my first ever assassination, I saw my brother healed by Jesus, and—” 

“—I know the story,” Nathanael mutters, “(Y/n) has told me plenty of times before. Got that little glitter in her eyes whenever she talks about you.” 

Simon feels his heart skip a beat, almost forgetting to toss another log into the fire. “Really?” he whispers, “(Y/n)… She talks about me?” 

Nathanael rolls his eyes and sighs. “She definitely does. But I can see through you, former Zealot. I don’t want you and her to get… How to put it? Closer. I know that she aided you in adapting to the group and all, but that doesn’t mean that you’d make a good couple. As her brother, I know what is good for her.” 

The sentiment is not only unexpected especially coming from a man like Nathanael, it is also a far cry from Jesus’ teachings. Simon had been under the impression that the architect liked him and that the past did no longer matter now that both of them followed the Messiah Who didn’t hold it against them, either. It appears that whenever it comes to you, something within Nathanael changes into some kind of protectiveness that borderlines on the extreme. For a moment, Simon thinks back on one of the conversations he has had with you, where you confided that your brother and you didn’t have a lot of family left back home.

“I’m sorry,” Simon mutters, “I want what is best for her, too. She means a whole deal to me.” 

Nathanael scoffs and grits his teeth. “I can see that.” There is a bitterness in his voice that doesn’t sit well with Simon, but he bites his tongue in order to not snap back. 

Something dawns on Simon. As long as Nathanael doesn’t approve of him, there is no way that you and him can be together. Even if Simon happened to ask for your hand, your brother would definitely warn his father about the murderous past of the former Zealot. His face pales upon realising this, his gaze shifting back to find your laughing form having fun with Tamar, Ramah and Mary, his heart clenching painfully inside his chest at the sight of your beautiful smile. 

“You may speak to her, that’s fine,” Nathanael tells him, “But don’t even think of getting involved with her in any other way than just being friends. Got it?” 

There is no use fighting it and Simon knows it, exhaling deeply whilst holding onto some kind of hope that one day he might change Nathanael’s mind. With a curt, almost cold nod, the two end the tense conversation. With a scoff, Nathanael tosses a log into the fire, forcing Simon to lean back as the wood is consumed by the roaring flames. 

With heavy shoulders, Simon processes the warning of your brother, deciding it best to not give either you nor himself false hope by allowing himself in close proximity to you. He knows what he must do, even though it breaks his heart. 

___

A few days pass. The first time you walked up to Simon in an attempt to make smalltalk, he had claimed to be busy with other things and that he’d get back to you later. The second time you took a seat with him, he left his half-eaten dinner with the dirty dishes, saying that he had been full. It’s the third time that it starts to become suspicious, an inkling forming in the back of your mind that son of Zebulon might be actively avoiding you.

It isn’t until the moment Mary comments on it that you take action. “Hey, I thought you and Zee were quite close,” she says one day after picking berries together. “It just looks like he is running away every time you approach, now.” Now that your fears are confirmed, you swallow hard and look through camp to find his lean-to, this time positioned near the tent of Andrew and Thomas.

Served with food for thought, you decide to wait to confront him about it until sundown. After dinner, you find him sitting by himself just on the outskirts of camp, having distanced himself from the rest of the group playing games at the fire. 

“Hey.” 

He visibly tenses and you don’t like the sight of it one bit. 

“Hello.” he dryly greets, voice lacking the usual enthusiasm he expresses whenever he meets with you otherwise.

“How are you doing, Si?” He shrugs in response, barely even looking at you. You walk around his seated form to halt in front of him, almost forcing him to look up at you as your feet now enter his field of vision. “Have you been avoiding me?” 

Although a little less straightforward than your older brother, you still ask the question on your mind right away. “I just thought it would be better for both of us.” 

“Better for both of us? What do you mean by that?” 

Zee swallows hard, peeling an apple with a dull knife before bringing the thin slice to his mouth. “Nathanael thinks it is inappropriate for us to be friends.” 

“Inappr— What?” 

Genuinely offended, you sharply turn back towards camp. Having noticed you head towards Simon earlier, your older sibling has his gaze already fixed on you. Knowing the look in your eyes like none other, Nathanael realises that you must have found out about his disapproval, his shoulders lowering in a sigh as he excuses himself from the fire, getting to his feet. Your eyes lower back to Simon.

“Yes,” Simon continues, “He feels like that my past as a Zealot would make the two of us… Unsuitable.” 

Your brother’s footsteps approach rather loudly and halt a few cubits behind you. “I can see that you two have grown close,” he begins, “But it’s a bit too close for comfort by now, don’t you think?” 

Glaring at Nathanael, you pivot to face him fully. “Too close for comfort?” you ask for clarification. 

Nathanael sighs. “Yes,” says he, “I think a friendly distance between you two is in order.” 

Tilting your head, you attempt to make something of it. “There is nothing strange happening whenever we are near each other, Nath. Sure, we are close friends, but Zee is a very respectful man who hasn’t ever made any advances towards me.” 

“Yet!” Nathanael counters, “I have seen the way he looks at you, (Y/n)! And I don’t like it at all!” 

Your eyes widen as Simon feels his face heat up. This is not at all how he had pictured you finding out about his feelings for you. Your own heart skips a beat as well at the idea of the former Zealot having feelings for you, something that would make you very content in and of itself.

“That doesn’t even make any sense!” 

“Look, I just…” Nathanael steps closer as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I just want what is good for you, (Y/n). And Simon… He used to be an assassin! A killer doing so for a living! Do you even know what that entails? What that means? Do you really think I would want to see you bind yourself to such a man?”

As your mouth falls slightly open, Simon rises to his feet. “I am no longer the man I once was.” he defends himself, “Just as much as you are the man you were before you met Jesus. We have all changed drastically since we’ve devoted ourselves to this cause. Jesus has changed me as much as he has changed you, and it would be unfair for you to hold my past against me, even whilst the very Messiah Himself doesn’t do that!” 

You nod at Zee’s words and take a few steps in his direction. “Besides, I’m a grown-up woman. I think I can make decisions for myself on who I do and do not want to be with.” Looking over at Simon, you can’t help but feel a small smile form over your lips, unable to fight the fluttering in your abdomen as he mirrors your gentle, longing expression. “And Simon is the kind of person I do want to be with.” 

Nathanael’s gaze alternates between the two of you before he sighs. “Listen, (Y/n), I don’t think that abba would be very pleased if—”

“—Isn’t it enough that he makes me happy, Nathanael?” you cut him off. “Because he does, in a way that no one ever has.”

At your admission, Nathanael is at a loss of words for once. He inspects your face, searching it for any kind of regret or fear, but he finds nothing but genuine adoration of the man in question. In the meantime, Simon feels his heart rage inside his chest wildly whilst he tries to wrap his head around the fact that you have just confessed your feelings for him. 

Something akin to shame creeps into your brother’s features. He lets out a sigh, stepping towards you before taking your hands in his. “I just… You mean so much to me. You are my only sister, one of the few family members I have left. I’m… I don’t want to see you hurt.” 

Opening your mouth, you inhale to speak, but Simon already steps up to reassure the former architect. “I won’t hurt her. I’d be a fool to do so. What I feel for her, I have never felt for anyone ever before, and I am certain that I want to be with her, to cherish and to love her forever. If… If you and your father would let me, that is…” A flush creeps over his cheeks as Simon clears his throat, smiling sheepishly at you as you give him an adoring gaze. 

You have rarely seen your brother this way, but he meticulously gauges your response to Zee’s words. His chest tightens with both happiness and shame at the realisation just how much you and Simon care for one another as well as the fact that he had been about to keep that from you. 

“I’m sorry.” Nathanael suddenly whispers, looking from you to Simon. “I’m sorry for how I treated both of you. Simon, I shouldn’t have said these harsh words to you. I shouldn’t have tried to hold your past against you out of fear for my sister’s wellbeing. That was a low move of me. And (Y/n), I’m sorry that I attempted to ruin this for you. That I couldn’t think past my own prejudice and worries. It was selfish of me. I hope that both of you can forgive me.” 

You squeeze your brother’s hands before releasing them. “I forgive you,” you breathe, smiling softly as he looks up at you with an embarrassed look on his face. Simon hums and gives Nathanael a small bow of his head. “And I forgive you as well, Nathanael. I know that you care a lot for your sister. I promise that I will not disappoint either of you.” 

Nathanael sighs in relief, then claps his hands together. “Hey, I could have had it way worse with a brother-in-law.” 

The three of you chuckle at that before you point a finger at your brother to tell him something. 

“Now, to make amends, you may as well help us with something.” 

“That being?” 

You look over your shoulder at Simon, smiling softly at him before looking back at Nathanael.

“Could you ask Jesus when we might pass through Caesarea Philippi again?”

[nimbusghoul]

"Long Distance Phone Sex" with Copia? eheheh

This was gonna be a really fast write but then i decided to take my time with it!! it genuinely turned out a lot better than i expected…

Prompt - Copia Emeritus

FANDOM : THE BAND GHOST/GHOST BC

PAIRING : COPIA/PAPA EMERITUS IV x GN!AFAB!READER

TYPE: SMUT

WC:

STORY BELOW THE CUT

Copia was always very easy to tease, especially in public settings. So when it came to being away from him during tours, It was so easy to have him all flustered and needy because he couldn’t get to you when he needed you.

Sending him nudes and sexts, and when he had free time to look he would leave you on read for a couple minutes, most likely trying to calm down his pathetic needy brain, being away from you for so long was hard, especially for him

‘Why must you do this to me when I cannot reach you?’

‘lol’

‘May I call you, Dolcezza?’

‘Ofc, Papa<3’

In the blink of an eye, his name popped at the top of your screen with an incoming call, you picked up, laying on your back under the covers as you put the phone up to your ear

“Amore, you know what happens now that you’ve got me all hot and bothered, no?”

“Of course, it’s my favorite part. It’s why I do it in the first place.”

You heard a sigh from the other end the closing and locking of a door “I presume you are alone? I do not think you would do this to me with others around, but maybe that’s just hopeful thinking.” He said, laying down on the bed in the hotel room he had for himself, as the ghouls enjoyed cuddle piling alone.

“Of course i’m alone, you think i would put you in a situation where you’d have to handle this yourself? I’m not that cruel.” You said, rolling over on the bed just a bit “So how you wanna go about your issue, Papa?”

“Well, I-I don’t believe we’ve ever had…Phone Sex? I believe that’s what it’s called..” He said, stuttering a bit. His pathetic awkwardness was always the best part about teasing him, he was so damn easy to fluster.

“Well, you’re right, but is that what you wanna do?” You asked, trying to be sure that he was actually willing to do something so erotic with the thin walls surrounding him.

He was quiet, but only for a bit “Sí, Amore. I want to hear you touch yourself.” He said huskily, the small rasp in his voice sending a shiver down your spine

You felt your heart jump when he let out a small weak laugh “I wish I could be with you, Amore. I would want nothing more than to kiss you all over until my lips are sore, I hate to say I am glad we will be home in a couple days. You are my great temptation, any longer without you and I would lose my head. When I get home, I promise I will make up for all of the lost time, and perhaps if you push me in the right direction, lost touch as well.” He said, his small smile clear in his voice.

“Even when you’re rock hard you’re romantic, huh? You’re so cute.” You said, gently opening your bedside drawer and pulling out your wireless bullet vibe

“Ah- mmm…Dolcezza…” You heard his breath hitch a bit, a small chuckle coming from him “Is it alright if I wish to be a bit impatient?”

“Of course, Copia. I’ve been teasing you slowly for a while now. Do you still have your pants on?”

“To my dismay, yes.”

“Aww, you poor baby. If you need it that bad, you know you can always start whenever you’d like”

“I wanted to wait for you, Amore.”

“mmm that’s sweet, always so thoughtful, even when i’m teasing you to death.”

“Mmm, only for you. But I have to get these off, I do not think I can wait, scusi.(sorry)” You heard the unzipping and then a large sigh come from the other end.

“I assume you’re already leaking for me, honey?”

“Hah, very much so, I will have to make sure i put some soap on the stain to get it out when I do laundry.” He chuckled lightly, you then heard the small sigh he made as he gently slipped his pants off

“Copia~, Don’t worry about things like that right now, I wanna make this fun, tell me what to do.” You said, giggling slightly as you heard him stammer a bit

“Hmm…Well, I don’t want to punish you too much, but I do want to tease you fairly.”

“Fair enough, start with one slow finger?”

“You know me too well, it’s like you read my mind”

His statement made you giggle, you slowly inserted a finger inside, your folds overflowing with your arousal already, you let out a gentle moan, not realizing how sensitive you were already, the teasing must’ve excited you more than you thought

“You sound beautiful, Dolcezza”

“Don’t flatter me yet, we haven’t even gotten started.” You said, smiling gently, letting out hot breaths as you gently dragged the tip of your finger up and down your folds, you heard a slight groan of satisfaction, his gentle panting carrying through the phone

“Go on and add another finger, I want you to make more of those beautiful noises, I cannot get enough of the sounds you make, Dolcezza.”

“Yes, Papa.” you said, your voice shaking lightly as you put another finger in, you felt yourself tighten every time he made a noise, as if begging to squeeze around his cock.

“Give your clit some attention, Amore.” He said, panting lightly through the phone accompanied by groans and hisses of pleasure “you have no clue how hard that text got me, you are lucky that we were sitting down or i would’ve been humiliated.”

you moaned gently, fingering yourself to the sound of his voice and the images conjuring in your mind “isn’t that the fun part of it? The thrill? it’s like less taboo exhibitionism.”

“I cannot wait to get home and get to feel your beautiful body up and down, and make sure you haven’t forgotten how much you mean to me, and how much you belong to me. I am aching to finger you roughly until you orgasm over and over, mi amore. To fuck you raw until you can’t make out words. I think next time you should come with me, so i don’t have to ache for you like this. So i can punish you in ways you deserve for teasing me so much. I long to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around me, and soon I shall get those. Just a couple more days and i will be with you. But for now, I want you to rub your clit while you finger your cunt recklessly, push yourself to the edge for me.”

You did as he told, setting the phone down on the pillow next to your ear to use both hands, moans and whimpers leaving you as you imagined your own digits were his, his pale, boney knuckles hitting just right.

You curled your fingers inside, hitting that special spot that he would tease when he got the chance. He wasn’t about speed, how fast you can reach your release, he was about making it feel as good as possible, he was a very passionate person, even now, so far away.

Hearing him stroking his cock because of something you sent him, the things you said and the memories & thoughts of you, it only made you more excited, rubbing circles around your clit while you fingered yourself to the sound of his voice

You felt yourself tighten, making you feel needy, you sped up slightly, chasing that release you’ve just barely caught a glimpse of.

“Papa…i’m getting really close, is it okay if I cum?”

“Of course, i am close as well, we shall do it together, mi amore.”

Your legs shook as you drew closer and closer to the edge, letting out a whine-like moan that was a tad louder than you had expected as you finger fucked yourself through you orgasm, listening to his slightly choked moan as his release followed quickly after yours,slowly coming down from your high, feeling a big giddy, you gently removed your fingers, going to wipe them off when you heard him speak again

“Dolcezza, Taste yourself for me.”

The request was a little sudden but you obliged

“yes, papa.”

you said as you gently slipped your digits into your mouth, doing simply as he asked, then once your fingers were licked clean you gently wiped them off on a towel, clearing the saliva to pick up your phone

“Well, did i finish what i started?”

you said, with a small giggle as the post-orgasm giddiness bubbled up inside, causing a small chuckle from your other half on the other side of the phone

“Yes, amore, you definitely satiated the hunger that you caused, but i do still miss you. I cannot wait to be home, even just to cuddle. I hope you expect me to be a bit ah…clingy.. when i return to you.”

“Maybe it’s what i’m hoping for?”

you said with another small giggle, causing another chuckle from him on the other end

“I love you so much, Tesoro.”

“I love you too. I can’t wait to see you. Get some good rest after that, okay?”

“Of course. I will call you when I find the time in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Night Night.”

The call ended and you gently put your phone on charge and slipped on some clean clothes, jumping back into bed and curling up in the covers, and gently drifted off to sleep, excited for the day in which Copia would return to the ministry.

Another one done!💚💚

so happy with this one actually

but i will get a word count on both fics!!

i’m also working on my master list rn like i’m working on SO much rn

pls send me some more asks so i can stay occupied during vacation 💚

if you liked this pls reblog and follow!! i post more like this!!💚💚

[writersmilex]

hey bb! may i request drunk! reader x drunk! pickles? a sprinkle of trauma bonding (mommy issues) and a sprinkle of fluff and understanding would mean the whole world to me :3

Hammered Slander

Pickles The Drummer X Fem Reader

Summary: (Y/n) and Pickles decide to go out together and just get drunk and complain about mothers, as you do.

Note: Hi Stranger! I never experienced mommy issues in any way, I’m not sure what having mommy issues feels like, to be honest, so the mother is just nagging basically... I think.

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It’s a regular event between (Y/n) and Pickles, from the very first day they met. It’s easy to make friends when drunk, and apparently, Pickles and (Y/n) got along so well that they woke up hangover together. It’s ironic that (Y/n) can still remember it. It’s okay if Pickles doesn’t.

20-year-old (Y/n) woke up in Pickles’ motel room on the floor, he was awake but hallucinating in the bed. And… The rest is history.

~~~~ Years later, Dethklok is the most dominant band on the planet. Hanging out with her friends is rather difficult these days, and she cherishes every moment she can whenever. What’s even rarer is hanging out with her closest friend: Pickles. Just the two of them, she would have really liked to have spent time with him by now. And while phoning Pickles as the band is on tour, (Y/n) finally decides to just ask him! “Toki really can hold his liquor when he gets really drunk, it’s probably the saddest thing I’ve ever seen, yo.” Pickles cackles from the other side of the line, causing (Y/n) to laugh as she hears Toki complain in the background. “Anyway enough about me, how are you doing?” There is a lot of commotion on the Drummer’s side, which is most likely the band in the background. “I’m fine. It's kind of quiet with you guys not around. But I’ll manage.” Which is the truth. (Y/n) has been staying at Mordhaus to keep things a little in check for the band. The castle-like structure really is very quiet with them around. “Kinda miss you guys…” She admits shyly. “Aww… (Y/n). Hey Fellas! (Y/n) misses us!” She can hear Pickles announce to the room loudly. (Y/n) can’t hear the reactions very well, but she can hear Toki shout. “Ams misses yous too, (Y/n)!” in the distance. Toki’s antics never fail to make (Y/n) smile. “Hey, Pickles. We can go for a drink and catch up when you’re back. Just the two of us? Like old time.” (Y/n) feels slightly bashful while asking, much to her relief, the Drummer chuckles. “Sure we can!” He replies with glee.

~~~~ Back from the tour and was well-rested once again. (Y/n) and Pickles have finally decided to go out together for drinks. Pickles had always found it interesting, how the atmosphere completely changes when it’s just him and (Y/n) together without his bandmates and friends. More surprisingly, this atmosphere has never changed in all the years he has been friends with her. And he likes it that way. He could tell this was gonna be a drunk night, as he saw (Y/n) already downing her drinks quickly. Surely something must be on her mind. He doesn’t think about it much as he gets drunker as well, the two friends swaying on their barstool and partly leaning on each other to maintain some balance. Giggling the night away.

“Alright, alright, alright! Listen, listen, listen.” (Y/n) giggles and puts down her whiskey glass, already getting pretty hammered after her fourth glass, switching from plain beer to win to spice her drunkenness. Pickles responds with his own laughs, being unable to keep his head up straight and repeatedly as if his neck is giving into the weight of his head. “I had another call from my mom recently, you know?” (Y/n) shakes the whiskey glass she is holding, hoping it will magically refill again. Pickles snorts, “Yeah?” He gestures for her to resume. “I haven’t spoken to her in years, since she ruined my brother’s wedding. She was literally asking if I had a boyfriend yet!” (Y/n) raises her voice, announcing to the whole bar her story. It’s getting late so the bar is quite empty. Not to mention that the remaining people are doing their best to ignore the two very loud and very drunk people at the bar. The poor bartender is cursed to serve the other people there. He cut those two off an hour ago.

“Typically mum, always butting in my personal life! Because she doesn’t have one!” (Y/n) laughs loudly at her own witty remark. Pickles follows suit with her, the commotion in the nearly empty bar to get more obnoxious on their end. It causes a group of three people to leave money on their table and leave the building altogether.

The Bartender is trying to focus while going down his resupply list and partly keeping an eye on the drunk people who are half a meter away from him. Just to make sure they don’t break anything. Even if it’s the drummer of the greatest Metal band on earth slouching at his bar.

“I swear that woman can’t let go of us! Me and My brother and I.” (Y/n) slurs, tracing the rim of the glass with her finger, it doesn’t make that pretty sound that wine glasses usually make. “I remember when she blamed her divorce on us… That woman is crazy and Dad couldn’t take it anymore, I wish he had taken us with him.” her gaze turns solemn, despite it being years ago, it still hurts. Those hurtful words that her mother said to her in the heat of the moment, if only her mother had apologized for that, their relationship might have been better today.

“duuuude,” The drummer leans completely on (Y/n)’s arm, clutching a bottle of a famous whiskey brand in his hand. His legs are bouncing against the foot of the stool, a subconscious habit. “Be glad that your mom even acknowledges your existence!” Pickles argues, “I am the drummer of the very best baaand in the fucking wooorld yo!!! Not e-even thaaaat, Not even that impreeesses her!” He slurs and slams his hands flat on the bar, which causes the bartender to flinch at the noise. He about had it with these guests. If one more thing happens he is going to kick them out for the night so he can close the bar.

“It’s aaaalways about Sssseth. Fucking asshooole! He ruinzzzz everythinggg he touches!” Leaning forward he rubs his face in his hands, “Women…” He grumbles in his palms. If (Y/n) was sober, she would have thought twice about what he just said. But right now she couldn’t agree more. “Fuckinnnnng bitch, just wants mmmmy money.” He complains quietly. (Y/n) already knew that Pickles’ family was practically leaching off him. She had noticed that already. At first, she expected all of Dethklok's families to be begging for the band’s money. Later she realized that the family dynamics of Dethklok is rather abnormal for the most part. “Well? That Birth-giver o’ mine is a real piece of work. And you haven’t met her yet.” (Y/n) pipes in with more stories of her mother. “And I don’t want you… That when you meet her… That you don’t, okay?” She mumbles with a hint of confusion, almost like she doesn’t even know what she is talking about. “I swear, me and my… I mean me and my brother and I. We were just accessories to her, seriously! Dad too, probably!” When she slams her glass on the table, causing one empty bottle to topple over, that’s when the bartender had it.

“Alright, you two need to leave my bar this instant!” The bartender had enough, slammed his notes on the counter and called the bouncer over to give him a hand. ~~~~ The bounce pushed (Y/n) and Pickles outside roughly. (Y/n) was able to keep her balance however, Pickles stumbled and tripped onto his knees. “Just go home!” The bouncer waves the two drunk people off and goes back inside.

(Y/n) dusts off her knees and stands up, swaying in her stance and looking at the entrance of the bar, “How rude…” She grumbles and looks over to the Drummer and grabs him by the arm to get him to stand up. She wastes little time and goes to walk in the direction that she believes is the right direction.

“Wheeere arrre we going???" Pickles sounds more confused than ever, looking around the now dark streets quizzically. “We are, We’re going home I think?” (Y/n) giggles quietly. Too drunk to even realize where she is taking Pickles to. The two friends will discover later the next day while nursing a hangover. ~~~~ Waking up with a pounding headache has become a regular thing lately. (Y/n) is having a hard time opening her eyes, and when she does she is greeted with the floor of some castle-like bedroom, the floor is covered in both rubbish and clothes. This scene makes (Y/n) feel nostalgic. Somewhere she has seen this before. Of course! How could she forget? “Had a good sleep?” Comes the voice of Pickles. Looking up, (Y/n) finds the man in question sitting up in bed. It is nearly just like when she first met him, and she could not help but smile at him. ________________________________

I haven’t taken requests in years, I actually have quite a strict rule list when it comes to requests. But I’ll let this one slide. 

Thanks for reading, - Smilex

[mumblelard]

i think clarice produced a bud just to keep ruth company

[atmilliways]

Twister, Part 2

Hey, @starryeyedjanai, I wrote more of this. It's getting progressively hornier.

2798 words, Teen +

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“Do you know the rules?”

Steve would take offense at that, but he’s a little drunk and kinda high and Jonathan is definitely holding the rules sideways, so whatever. He just raises his beer with a smirk and says, “Enlighten me.”

It’s a good night. A good night, even though it’s in his too-quiet, too-empty house and his ex-girlfriend is here with her current boyfriend. Between Robin’s motormouth, Eddie’s music, and Argyle’s weed, their party of six is more than up to the task of filling up the silence and the space.

And Steve’s speakers and Steve’s parents’ liquor cabinet—but, he reflects as he leans back in the loveseat and sips his beer, he always has those. 

Robin comes swaying back into the living room from her bathroom break, spots the bright primary colors of the game box, and scowls. “Oh no, not again. I refuse, the last time I played this I ended up with grass in my mouth!”

Argyle turns and blinks bloodshot eyes in her direction. “I thought you were cool with grass, little birdette.”

“Booooo,” Steve heckles, feeling light and giddy and happy and god how come he never throws parties anymore? “You barely even got a scrape. Didn’t even need a band-aid. I got injured enough to need medical attention, and I’m gonna play.”

Eddie plops down next to Steve, a little cramped but whatever, throwing an arm around his shoulders to jostle him and grinning over at Robin. “Yeah, I popped a couple stitches that day but you don’t hear me complaining!”

“That doesn’t make it sound like a good idea,” Nancy points out. She’s tucked into an armchair and trying to look serious, but a grin peeks out around the corners of her mouth. 

“I don’t have stitches anymore, jeez, Mom,” Eddie retorts, and sticks his tongue out at her. That cracks the facade, sending her into a fit of poorly stifled giggles. “The worst blow struck was to Harrington’s hypothetical progeny.”

Steve clinks his beer against Eddie’s, trying to get his attention. “Uh, what’s a ‘geny’ and why am I ‘pro’ for it? Hypothetically.”

On the other side of the table, Jonathan blinks a few times and rotates the instruction sheet one hundred and eighty degrees. “Do we all know how to play this?”

“Let’s let the birdette operate the spinner, brochachos,” Argyle suggests. “No injuries, just spinning . . . unless she spins with it, which I do not recommend. Might get dizzy.” He nods sagely at Robin, who shrugs and nods back. 

“We should do it like a tournament,” Eddie declares, eyes sparking as he rubs his hands together in his enthusiasm. “Pair off, narrow the field, winners play each other for the title.”

“I’ll get a trophy for the winner from my room!” Steve volunteers, jumping to his feet. The energy rolling off Eddie whenever he gets into something like this is infectious, addictive. Steve has been enabling it for months by hosting Hellfire campaigns in his parents’ formal, stuffy dining room, and sees no reason why tonight should be an exception. No one dulls the harsh edges of the Harrington house quite like Eddie Munson. 

He takes the stairs two at a time going both up and down, and only almost wipes out three times. The trophy he returns with is a golden plastic cup from his long gone Little League days; it's the only thing he could find without a sports ball on top.

His friends have already shifted the living room furniture out of the way and spread the game mat out across the floor. Nancy is helping Argyle braid his hair so it won’t interfere with gameplay, Eddie is crouched in front of Jonathan, coaxing him to drink some water, and Robin is grudgingly doing some warmup stretches, apparently talked into participating during Steve’s brief absence. 

“Stevie, look alive!” Eddie pops up, fishes something out of his pocket, and tosses it. 

The throw is high and fast, but Steve jumps for it on instinct. He gives a whoop when he hears plastic rattle on plastic in the trophy cup in his hand, and looks up to Eddie beaming at him, helpless not to beam back. 

“The two highest rolls play first,” Eddie explains, which Steve nods in response to even though his grasp on what that means isn’t great. Still, he knows how to roll a damn die. 

And so the tournament begins. 

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Here’s the thing: weed and alcohol are not performance enhancing drugs. The first match-up is Eddie and Robin, and it’s not much of a contest. 

“I didn’t want to play anyway, so I’m not even mad,” Robin admits as Steve helps her up from a fall that hadn’t even been that bad—just enough to get her eliminated. “Now I can woman the spinner.”

“Don’t you mean—”

“Nope,” she interrupts, and playfully flips him off before swaying over to where Argyle has been calling out moves from the couch. 

“Her heart wasn’t in it,” Eddie sighs, putting on a mournful pout. (There’s something about this that makes Steve want to poke at his cheeks until the dimples come out, but that is the mind-altering substances talking.) “Kinda makes the victory feel hollow.” 

“She’ll probably make all the moves for harder on purpose,” Steve points out.

Eddie brightens. “You think?”

Honestly? Steve isn’t totally sure she wouldn’t go easier on Nancy, out of some sort of girl solidarity. But he says, “Sure,” and feels quite pleased with himself when Eddie slings an arm around his shoulder in enthusiasm.

“Then by all means, good sir, let us clear the battlefield for the next joust,” Eddie exclaims. “Let the games recommence!”

The next match goes on much longer than the first one. Nancy looks determined, and even Jonathan seems to have sobered up a bit, eyes somewhat clear and movements smooth. But they end up fit together like Russian nesting dolls, Jonathan’s mouth near her neck and Nancy is ticklish. And not sober either. She slips and falls in a flurry of giggles-turned-shrieks of laughter, hands flying up to make her blouse a turtleneck.

“What?” Jonathan catches her, giggles himself as he straightens up. “What’d I do?”

Steve stops paying attention because Eddie is rubbing his shoulders, like a boxer about to enter a ring. It takes up all the real estate in his brain because. . . . When was the last time Steve has even watched a boxing match? When has Eddie, with his general disdain for sports, watched a boxing match?

And also, Eddie gives great shoulder rubs, apparently.

“Okay, Stevie, you’re up next. Get in there and take him out!”

“This is bringing out an extra weird side of you,” Steve informs him. 

“Atta boy, you got this!” Eddie sends Steve stumbling towards the game mat with a light shove and a quick smack to his ass. He laughs as he goes, shaking his head and rolling his shoulders, and he feels loose. He feels good. 

Argyle is the least competitive person Steve has ever played any kind of game against, and that might be why their round takes the longest. Where Steve plays for stability, Argyle seems to be attempting to create a new art form. Somehow, it works. 

It’s not until Robin calls out, “Left hand green!” that it ends. Instead of reaching for the nearest green circle, the dude aims for the farthest corner of the mat, reaching around Steve, and . . . overbalancing. 

“Whoops,” Argyle chuckles up at the ceiling once he finishes rolling. “Sorry man, I got lost in a movement.”

Eddie hops up from where he’d been sitting on the arm of the couch, grinning like a madman. He loops an arm each around Jonathan and Steve’s necks and nearly bashes all three of their heads together. “Fuck yeah, showdown of the Hawkins boys!”

“Can I smoke again first?” Jonathan mumbles. 

“Nooo,” Nancy protests over the top of her beer, “that’d just drag it out. Just play so we can move on to Truth Or Dare, or something.”

“Seconded,” Robin says, and that’s that. The final round is on. 

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They square off. 

For all Eddie’s big talk leading up to the first spin, the first half of the game is fairly calm. They take their hands and feet and accept their colors quietly, all focused and feeling out each others’ strategies. (Or at least, Steve is. Maybe he misses competitive sports more than he’d realized. Maybe he should join an adult league.)

Gameplay goes on for a while before Jonathan straightens with a wince. “This was fun and all, but I’ve gotta stop. My back. . . .” He gives a tiny shrug and Steve remembers getting a vague play by play of Jonathan and Nancy’s fight for their lives at the hospital, telling him in starts and stops while sitting in an ambulance in the Starcourt parking lot. 

“What happened to your back?” asks Eddie, peering up curiously through his hair. Apparently he hadn’t gotten the lowdown on that one. (Wait . . . they’d told him about Starcourt, hadn’t they?)

“Metal chair,” Steve says, at the same time as Jonathan says, “Hospital stool.” They look at each other and shrug—Steve only a little, because he doesn’t want to throw the game by taking his hands off the mat. Close enough. 

Eddie mutters something under his breath about holding out on him, which Steve thinks is unnecessary. First of all, there’s the NDAs. . . . They aren’t allowed to tell anyone, is it their fault it solidified into a habit even after Eddie was dropped into the whole alternate dimension mess? Second of all, Eddie never asked. So, like, the blame is fifty fifty here.

But Robin calls out the next move before Steve has a chance to say so, and the game is back on. Only this time, Eddie’s strategy is wildly different. 

“Left foot red,” Robin says. 

Eddie, crouched on the farthest dots of red, yellow, and blue like a frog, grins with his entire face. He leans forward on his right hand (on green, towards the center of the mat) and swings his left leg out to the red dot on the farthest corner, next to Steve.

Steve’s next move is left foot green, and he keeps it on his own side, waiting to see what his opponent has planned. (That’s why his heart rate is picking up. It has nothing to do with the almost predatory way Eddie is staring him down, making his skin prickle.)

The next call is right foot green, and Eddie’s grin widens. He makes direct eye contact with Steve—and he could move that foot from yellow to the green right next to it, but he doesn’t. Instead, in a distorted echo of the move that had brought him down the last time they’d played, he braces himself up and swings his leg out to the green spot past his own right hand.

Now he’s spread out in front of Steve, legs splayed just shy of Steve’s arm where his left hand rests on the third yellow spot and shirt riding up a little over his flexed core muscles. Feeling oddly caught, Steve finds his eyes fixed on that sliver of skin because he’s almost surprised that Eddie has muscles. Not that—Well, everyone has muscles, obviously, and it’s not like the guy has a defined six-pack or anything, but. Steve had seen Eddie’s attempts at sit-ups a few times in gym, back when they’d still been in school, so he wasn’t expecting . . . this.

“Steve, did you hear me?” Robin complains, cutting through the mild static that had taken over his ears.” Are you even listing? Earth to Steve-o.”

He blinks hard and shakes his head a little. “Uh. What?” (Seriously, what was that. He’s not usually prone to zoning out while partying, not unless he's fall-down drunk. Which he isn't, not by a long shot. So what gives?)

“Left hand green, dingus! I’ve said it like three times.”

Steve considers. There are three open green spots left, one behind him and two on the far side of the mat. Either way he gets to move his arms from between Eddie’s legs, which is . . . for the best, he thinks. Yeah. 

“Whatcha gonna do, Big Boy?” Eddie says in a low tone, too low for anyone else to hear. When Steve gapes at him, Eddie bites his bottom lip and waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Jesus Christ. Steve can feel his face starting to heat up, but he can’t back down from so brazen a challenge. 

He leans forward and plants his hand on the green spot just past Eddie’s. The move sends him leaning into Eddie’s space, leaning over Eddie a bit, and Steve feels a surge of satisfaction at the way Eddie’s throat bobs at the proximity. Because what, did he expect Steve Harrington to back down? Not fucking happening.

“Left hand blue.”

Eddie moves his hand over one spot, but the way he has to twist slightly for balance lengthens the line of his body and makes the pale sliver a little wider.

“Right foot blue.”

Steve’s right foot was already on that color; he slides it forward until it’s practically under Eddie’s ass. 

“Right hand green.”

Since Eddie can’t reach the green spot behind Steve, he’s forced to retreat to the other corner. It moves their faces further apart, and in the brief moment Eddie glances away to make sure he hits the spot without tipping over, Steve’s eyes zero in on where he’s biting his lip again and. . . . 

Oh. 

Uh-oh. 

It's as though that plush bottom lip holds all the answers—to the distraction, the faster than necessary pace of his heart, the intermittent electric prickle humming under his skin. Steve wants to be the one biting that lip, and he’s just left of sober enough that he nearly follows the impulse, swaying forward slightly without thinking before reining himself back in, eyes going wide.

He can track the exact moment Eddie looks back and notices, a flush rising on his own face and throat bobbing again. It’s not a reaction that says no or stop that, so Steve just sort of . . . lets himself keep staring.

“Right hand red.”

Steve, not sure if Robin is messing with them or if this is just what’s happening, moves his hand to the red spot next to Eddie’s hip. Eddie follows the motion with his eyes, only looking back up once Steve is still again. Is he breathing faster?

Yeah. Yes, he is, they both are. Steve wets his lips unconsciously and Eddie’s eyes follow that too, attention thoroughly captured as though Steve has cast a spell on him. And isn’t that so very . . . interesting. . . .

He thinks about the way Eddie always seems to flirt, and wonders how much of it is real. Quite a bit if how dilated his eyes are now is any indication, a thin ring of rich brown holding back a deep, drowning black. Only now, Steve is starting to realize that he has his own reservoir of want inside. For a while now, it seems, but it’s been biding its time until the right moment to make itself known—right before threatening to spill over.

This time it’s Eddie that Robin snaps at for not listening. 

And Steve who wins the game, when Eddie’s limbs finally give out a few moves later from holding himself up in such a spread-out position for so long. Eddie doesn’t seem too put out by it though, accepting Steve’s hand up and using it as an excuse to stand way too close for just friends. 

“Good game, Stevie,” he murmurs in that low, low tone again, and god but it costs Steve not to haul him close enough to feel the words against his mouth. “Looks like you get to keep that trophy after all.”

He lets go of Steve (whose palm is tingling, why is that suddenly a thing, it’s spreading up his arm and it’s going to be so difficult to act normal for the rest of the evening now) and pats him on the cheek with that same hand. Steve wants to turn and bite it, just sink his teeth right into the meat of the thumb rubbing along his cheekbone. He can guess from the spark in Eddie’s eyes that he might not mind. . . . 

But not in front of their friends. It’s not that kind of party, in spite of the music and the drinking and the drugs, and Steve doesn’t want to be rude and ignore the rest of his guests. 

Eddie’s hand drops with a devilish grin. “Alright, let’s keep this party going. I believe someone said something about Truth or Dare—what do you say, Big Boy? You in?”Steve, breathless and more than willing to find out where this rabbit hole leads, is definitely, definitely in.

[sev-on-kamino]

OH MY GOSH I READ MINE AND I LOVED IT ITWAS SO CUTE 😊✨ but how would the 501st (+our boy Rex) react to having a ticklish s/o? Final request from me I swear 😅 smut is good and all, BUT I AM WEAK FOR FLUFF ITS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT THE DOMESTIC STUFF THATS ADORABLE TO ME✨✨✨

I’m so glad you loved it!!! 🥹🥰

oh we’re not rationing requests around here, my friend, so invade the ask box whenever you like 😌 especially with soft domestic things because that’s what our boys deserve! I’m so sorry this took so long. I got so caught up working on my new series, and wading through all the smut in my drafts 🥵 and had to wait for a fluffy moment to strike 🥰 luckily my cats did some extremely cute shit, and here we are!!!

as before, I’m working on the assumption that their s/o enjoys the tickles because consent kings 😌

warnings: sweet sweet fluff that’ll make you need to call your dentist

The 501st reacts to a ✨ticklish S/O✨:

Rex & Kix

They’re workaholics, always putting others first, but they expect you to take time to rest and relax

They’re not above tickling you, if you’re refusing to take a much needed mental break

They will laugh at your futile attempts to get away from them, but promise to stop if you’ll take a 15 minute break

There will be no point where you’re safe from this tactic, and they will employ it as many times as they need to

Tup

Sweetest boy Tup just loves hearing your giggles

So maybe you’re just lounging around, your legs thrown over his lap

His fingers start trailing gently up and down your legs, dipping closer to your inner thighs

As soon as he gets that first little twitch and huff of laughter, he’s going for it, fingers dancing all over while he holds your legs with his other arm

When he finally gives you a break, he’s going to look at you with that honey sweet smile and tell you how beautiful you look when you’re laughing 🥰

Fives & Jesse

These two are playful, and they’re teases, so finding out you’re ticklish is lowkey one of the best days ever

Much like Echo, they think it is peak comedy to ask you questions while you’re struggling through your laughter.

Fives is the bargaining sort “what will you give me if I stop?”

while Jesse is somewhat ruthless “quit liking it so much, cyar’ika~ you want me to stop? then stop giggling 😏”

they will do this for fun, when things are too quiet, or just a quick one to hear you laugh

Hardcase

You’ve been sitting still too long

It’s too quiet in the room

You’re not giving him enough attention (yeah Hardcase is an attention whore with his SO and I stand by that)

He loves it when you grab his biceps while he’s tickling you, and hearing you try to get his name out through your laughter

You’re absolutely getting snuggles and kisses afterwards

Dogma

He’s a respectful king, and wouldn’t do that unless you literally asked him to, and assured him you enjoyed it

He’d ask if you were sure you wanted him to do that to you, and he’d reluctantly test it out, finding your giggles adorable

If he does it by accident though, he’s going to apologize

In a moment of weakness during some playful wrestling, he may deploy the secret weapon against you and play the innocent card 😇

[kquil]

Hii its me again! I can't get enough of your writing ❤️

🧁:

I very proudly speak 4 languages (Danish, English, German and Spanish). I am ultra sarcastic, but i zone out all the time. I ride horses, and love rabbits.

Im 5,4, have semi long brown hair, that i dye semi permanent hair colors all the time. I love like 70 music, and have quite a big collection of records. My style is downtown. I play the drums and piano. And im a hopeless romantic

Ok thats its! Dont feel pressured to do this, since you've already done requests for me ❤️❤️

thank you for sending in this request, darling! and don’t feel bad that i’ve already done requests for you, i’m aiming to complete as much of these as possible so it isn’t a problem at all!

from your description, i ship you with, Sirius Black!

i. your sarcasm in class is what draws sirius to you. he doesn’t know if you mean it but some of your sarcastic remarks have him clutching at his stomach in pain from how much it sends him into boisterous, uncontrollable laughter. you notice him a lot too since he can’t stop laughing at the things you say and only intend to utter under your breath, but you swear he has the ears of an elephant; he can hear you no matter how quiet you are. 

ii. it isn’t long before you and sirius become close friends and he’s walking around with his arm strewn across your shoulders and grinning ear to ear as he converses with you. sometimes, the two of you would get into little bickering fights that aren’t too important and are rather mundane but since he can speak french (which you don’t understand) and you can speak danish, german and spanish, you simply take your pick of whichever language to argue at him with since he wouldn’t understand you while he would argue in rapid french. it sounds like a serious fight but the two of you always ultimately end up giggling with each other. 

iii. sirius loves when you try a new semi-permanent hair colour, he thinks each one looks good on you and begs for you to dye his hair a semi-permanent colour too. the only problem was that he had really dark hair so it wasn’t as effective in showing. this lead to you spending multiple nights using your potions knowledge to somehow create a semi-permanent hair dye that he can use on his dark hair. this eventually leads to one of the marauders' greatest pranks of all time. seeing so many of the nasty slytherin students walking around with semi-permanent neon green hair, all for their ‘slytherin pride’ was so much fun to see. 

iv. obviously, sirius adores your clothing choice as well. It looks so good on you and matches his style well. whenever you could wear casual clothing around the castle, sirius would seek you out to see what you had worn for the day and so that he could show you what he was wearing for the day as well. many people thought you were cute together and asked if you were in a relationship when sirius had you sitting in between his legs, reading a book in the common room and nuzzling his face into your neck from behind. “yeah, we’re together,” sirius answers for both of you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. you may have missed something somewhere and turned to sirius for an explanation but his answering kiss was explanation enough.

vi. you being able to play piano is a classic but being able to play drums is impressive to sirius and he swears that he could listen to you all day drumming up beats while doing tricks with your drumsticks. you even teach him a thing or two on it, he’s not as good as you but he feels proud every time he completes a short beat and you praise him endlessly. he’s beaming brighter than the sun by the end of it all. 

vii. sirius isn’t a hopeless romantic but by god do you make it easy for him to want to be one. being a ladies man, he knew how to get girls but was never committed. and since you were a hopeless romantic, you could see through his earlier disingenuous acts. you assured him that he didn’t have to push himself for you and he gave in….for a few days only. after that short time, he was determined to win you over with all the actions he used to deem as cheesy before you happened to him. now he quite enjoys picking flowers to make a small, handpicked bouquet for you or sending little origami notes to you with cute romantic sayings he thought of for you or spending his saved up money on matching jewellery for you two to wear together. he was especially enthusiastic about it when you littered kisses all over his face and held him close after every small romantic act. 

viii. no honourable mention here, sorry my lovely, i quite like you with sirius black ;)

[thesiaswritingblog]

"Perfection"

thing i wrote for a school assignment :3 oc shit again, ,, i promise i'll write smth fandom related eventually

// TW: mentions of wanting to...die. that's it actually //

———

...Do you know, that once upon a time, there lived a girl?

A girl who strives to be successful in life, to the point where she tires herself so much?

A girl who just wants to finish school, to the point where she tries her best and overwork herself so that she can get the best grades possible?

A girl who is such a perfectionist, to the point where she cries over getting just a simple 80 in a test?

Do you know this girl's name?

...

Well.

Her name is Miaya.

———

The very first time I saw her, was when she was studying for her class' upcoming math test. She was very concentrated, it seems. I closely watched her, since she can't see me for some reason.

Through my observation, I noticed that she had a hard time getting some equations done, always finding the wrong answers instead. Her struggling amuses me in a sense. It's entertaining to see her panic upon finding out the answer she found was wrong.

Never the less, on that night, she could only finish two equations. I vividly remember hearing her mutter something along the lines of, "I'll finish the other ones tomorrow night."

After that, I blinked once, and then I opened my eyes to pitch black darkness. Nothing in sight, as if I'm in a dark void. I looked around, before spotting the same girl I saw that night; Miaya.

She was calling out for someone, she was shouting out things like, "Hello?!" or "Is anyone there?" It entertained me enough to the point where I simply giggled. That somehow caught the girl's attention, which makes me quite proud of myself.

"Who...who are you?!" Miaya asked me, fear is written all over her face as her legs shake. "Ahaha, I...do not have a name. But fear not, for I will not cause any harm to you." I replied to her, before adding, "Now, tell me...how did you get here? This is a realm all to myself, so I don't see any logical and human way for you to get here."

"U-uh...Well...I..don't know either. I just went to bed and fell asleep and suddenly I'm here now." Miaya explained to me, her two-colored eyes finally meeting my blue ones. "Ah, that means this is also a dream world. How did I not know that from the start?" I asked myself, putting a finger onto my chin as I thought hard about it.

"So...do you...seriously not have a name?" Miaya's voice managed to bring me back to reality. It was a rather calm and soothing voice, that is rather quiet, to the point where you can't even hear it unless the room is really quiet. But...it's nice to listen to.

"Hmm...no. I do not have a name, I'm afraid." I answered her question after a few seconds, crossing my arms as I glanced away from her. "Ah...well, um, if you want, I can come up with a name for you. I'm expecting to see you here whenever I fall asleep, hehe." Miaya spoke again. The thought of having a name is so weird.

I have always been so used to having no name at all, probably because I have always been alone here without anyone near me. The concept of names itself is just so odd to me. But thinking about it again, if I were to meet someone in this dark place, might as well have a name they'll call me.

I glanced back at the girl with peachy hair, before nodding. "Sure. I don't particularly mind." I responded. "Ah, alright! Hmm..." She starts thinking, before making an "Aha!" noise. I could've sworn, I saw a lightbulb light up above her. "I'll call you...Emina!" She happily said.

"Emina...not a bad name. I'll go with it." For the first time in awhile, I genuinely smiled. It's nice to have a friend around here, even if I have to see her only in this supposed dream realm.

———

The next night, I watched her study for her math test yet again. She was catching up on the equations she hasn't finished yet. Though, once again, she seems to be struggling a lot. I am no expert in math either, so if I tried to help, then my efforts would just be futile.

I could only silently watch as Miaya throws her pen across the room out of a fit of rage. "I have to get myself together...I have to get the perfect scores. I have to make mom proud. I have to graduate school. I have to chase that future I really want to have." I could hear her mutter. She also muttered to herself about how useless she is and how much of a failure she is.

However, one sentence managed to make me feel rather...alarmed.

"I just wanna die already."

Oh.

I am not going to let that happen.

———

Eventually, after a few nights, the day of the test came. I silently watched beside her, not even caring if the teacher randomly passed by and went through me somehow.

(I actually took so much offense in that, actually.)

For the first few minutes of the test, Miaya was doing fine. She managed to solve a few questions perfectly fine, even if on one instance, I overheard her mutter, "I'm just gonna leave the answer like that, even if I don't feel like it's right."

However, for the next minutes, she struggled a lot. She internally panicked, and I could feel it well enough to know that this test is probably her lifeline. Something about the fear in her eyes when she didn't know how to answer question number 7 says a lot to me.

It's as if I can feel her fear too.

Eventually, time's up, and the students have to hand out their test papers to the teacher. I could only watch as Miaya silently hands hers to the teacher. Even if it's not that obvious, there's so much fear and sadness in her eyes.

———

A few nights later, I waited for Miaya's arrival in the dark dream realm. It took her so long to come here. Isn't it supposed to be really late for her right now? My worry then rises up.

But then, Miaya appeared into the realm just in time. But what shocked me is that her face was soaked with tears. "...Miaya, what's wrong? Are...are you okay?" I asked worryingly as I ran to her and placed my hands on her shoulders, gripping them tightly, but not too tight. Miaya didn't answered me, however, and only cried even more instead.

I pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back to soothe her a little bit. After some time, she managed to calm down, and then we both pulled away. "Emina....I failed my math test." Miaya finally announced to me. Well, that was not too shocking. Considering how...uh, badly she did. "That was my guess, honestly. But it's okay, there's always next time." I told her.

"But what if there's no next time? What if I can't try again? What if I don't pass my upcoming tests and exams? What if—"

"Shh, enough. Don't overthink it too much, alright? Those thoughts will just ruin you more. Just stay here until you wake up tomorrow morning."

...

"You'll be safe with me, Miaya."

———

The following days, Miaya never came into the dream realm, which had me worried even more for her condition. Now, I was the one overthinking for some reason. That's not healthy for me.

I decided to get out of the dream realm and spy on the girl in question instead, and when I did, I was rather shocked to find her hunched over on her seat where she usually studies, trying her best to stay awake as she reads a science book. I glanced over to the clock on the wall.

It read 01:03 AM.

Woah, that's just a whole different day now.

If only I could whisper to her that she should stop overworking herself just for some stupid numbers on a piece of paper and rest up instead. She's such a stupid perfectionist. When will she realize that she needs to care for herself more too?

———

The next night, I finally found Miaya appearing in the dream realm beside me, already looking as exhausted as ever. I immediately jumped to interrogation mode.

"You didn't slept these past few nights, didn't you?" I asked her immediately, turning my head to look at her. Her hair was pretty messy, that's what I noted. "Huh? O-oh, yeah. I wanna try my best to pass the upcoming science test, after all." She answered, and to that, I frowned.

"Miaya, c'mon now. You can't keep losing sleep because of just some stupid numbers." I told her. Now that I think about it, I sound like a mother scolding her child over some bad thing they did. I don't know, though.

"But I have to get at least a 95, or else I'll probably just never see the light of day." Miaya argued back, and that maybe rather annoyed. Who does she think she is to just not sleep because of her grades? "But you deserve breaks too!" I exclaimed at her.

"But my grades are important! You'd never understand how a bunch of numbers means to me!"

"But these numbers are the reason why you're lacking any goddamn sleep! C'mon now, just give yourself a break for once!"

"NO! I'M NOT RESTING UNTIL I GET A GOOD GRADE FOR ONCE!"

"MIAYA! LISTEN TO ME, YOU IDIOT!"

Without even thinking, I gripped both of her shoulders tightly out of a fit of rage. I looked into her eyes, they were quivering out of fear. It has been awhile since she looked at me with so much fear. But honestly, that's not the deal here right now.

"YOU WILL GRADUATE FROM SCHOOL! YOU WILL PASS UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS! YOU CAN DO THIS! BUT PLEASE, DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF LIKE THIS!" I yelled at her. I wanna at least slap some sense into that stupid idiotic brain of hers, since she won't seem to understand it herself.

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A GODDAMN PERFECTIONIST?! NOBODY IN THIS WORLD IS A SUPER PERFECT INDIVIDUAL! ONLY GOD IS, IF YOU EVEN BELIEVE IN HIM!" After that last sentence, I fell silent. Miaya was also silent as she slowly calms down from my sudden outburst. After all, this isn't the Emina she came to know and love (platonically, at least).

"S-sorry. The wanting to be successful in life just kind of...got in my head." She said, her voice shaking as she looked away from me. After a few more seconds, I sighed. "No, it's fine. I'm also sorry, for yelling at you like that. I just had to slap some sense in you, y'know?" Miaya nodded, before looking back at me. "Yeah, I can understand that."

Even more seconds of silence came in between us. None of us spoke a word as I fidgeted with my fingers. "...Maybe you're right, Emina." Miaya's voice suddenly speaking caught my attention once more. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked, even if I fully knew what she meant by that.

"I mean...what you said is right. No one in this world is perfect. Maybe I'm just too much of a perfectionist, hehe." The peachy haired girl answered me. At that moment, I chuckled. "You're so stupid."

"D-don't say that! You're gonna make me think I'm incapable of passing any test!"

"Haha, right, right. Sorry~"

We talked and joked around more, until the dark void gets even brighter all of a sudden. "Huh? What's happening?" Miaya asked, looking around the realm in an alarmed manner. "I...don't know." That was the last thing I could say to her before we got enveloped by the realm's bright light.

———

Miaya just got to class. She was previously talking to a friend of hers from a different class before the bell rang. Once she got there, she noticed something feels different.

At that moment, the teacher walked in, bringing in a new face into the classroom. "Good morning, students. Today, we have a new student. Now, you may introduce yourself." She said, before allowing the new student in question to introduce herself.

After seeing who the new student is, Miaya could only feel shock.

"Hello. My name is Emina. I'm new here, as you all can tell, so please, help me with anything I don't understand in. It's nice to meet you all."

Ah, wait, right, that's me.

Whoops.

For a moment, I glanced over to Miaya, before giving her a small smile, giving her a sign that I recognize her. Miaya was still a little shocked at first, before nodding at me, a smile also appearing on her face.

I guess our friendship extended to real life now, huh?

I just hope that Miaya isn't that much of a perfectionist anymore.

That would certainly be annoying.

[novemberfyshenuke]

Tranquility

“I remember being a toddler, running around my grandfather’s house and giggling as I played with my younger sister and my dog,” he kept quiet as he leaned against the bark of the tall birch. His gaze never left the small patch of tulips we planted together just a few hours earlier.

“My grandfather would be sitting at the dining table; reading a book on any normal day. I always thought it was a waste of time. I mean, why read books if you don’t have a class or test to study? Hardly seems entertaining.” He chuckles, shaking his head at my words. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when I asked him what he found so amusing.

“You seem to enjoy reading with me on rainy days.” He commented, shifting his body as he sat closer. “What a silly thought. I can’t imagine not seeing you standing in front of a book shop and examining all the covers with no intent of actually purchasing one.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes as I hugged my knees to my chest. “Believe it. I liked playing a whole lot more than reading characters talk about God and math problems.”

He let out a breathy sound, coming to a realization. I let my eyes wander, scanning every bit of the garden the sun and wind graced. “I didn’t really expect to find books with characters who had their own lives and struggles; things not bound by just theoretical sciences and what was right or wrong. That was what bothered me when I was younger y’know. If I was right or wrong. Especially in the eyes of God. I detested anyone and everyone who did anything that might have offended him.”

“Oh, how devoted you are.” His tone dripped with sarcasm; head thrown back against the trunk as he took in the sunlight peeking between the leaves. I shoved his arm, grimacing lightly while he laughed to himself.

“Anyway, that’s not really the point. When I first started to read as a hobby, I begged my mom to get me an entire set of books for preteens that I kept my eyes on. Money was tight, so I never really got the answer I wanted.” I fiddled with the blades of grass that tickled my sides, rolling them across my fingers. He responds with a small hum at the small pause of my story, signaling me to continue.

“She would take me to a second-hand bookshop and let me pick whatever book I wanted, just as long as it was in our budget. After a while, I garnered a small collection.” I smiled, a bubbling warmth filling my stomach as I thought about the stack of beat-up novels and short stories I stored in the corner of my room. “I really loved those books. It got to a point where my mom would boast about how well-read I am. Which is bizarre if you think about the fact I hadn’t learned to read until first grade and I read at a snail’s pace too!”

He cracks a smile, finally facing towards me with a playful look. “Not much has changed. The only difference is that your slowness transferred to your comprehension.”

“Hush!” I bared my teeth at him, leaning my head on his shoulder with a small thump. “It’s as if you never run out of insults when it comes to teasing me.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he laughs while his arm snakes around my shoulders, holding me firmly and closer to his warmth. I sigh, pursing my lips before speaking once again. “My aunt was one of the many who hear from her often. She would also let me borrow some of her books, let me enjoy them, then talk to me about the plot.

My grandfather also has a large collection to share. Whenever he bought new copies of the books he liked, or maybe old books he enjoyed and wanted me to treasure as well, he would talk about the plot with the biggest smile on his face. I’d accept them, of course. I read them too. Recently, none of them have really caught my attention.”

I frowned, looking down at my hands. The wind bellows a silent tune, brushing through his short blond hair; much like the color of ripe wheat in a field. I shivered, his hand rubbing along my arm as he held me closer, the heat from his touch warming me from the crisp afternoon air. His other hand reaches over to hold mine, and squeezed it gently. With a deep shaky breath, I continue.

“I…felt guilty. It was something he was so passionate about and I brushed it off…but it wasn’t like I wasn’t interested in reading it. I just…felt drained.”

His thumb moves along the base of my palm. He silently sat there as he patiently waited for me to steady myself. “Passion, motivation, my entire will—I lost all of that for more than four years. I don’t even know how I kept moving.

And yet it feels so wrong. Why should anyone else have to experience the repercussions of my heartache? Why should they feel like they’ve lost me just because I lost myself?”

He parts his lips, ready to rebut. I speak before he gets a word out, “It was rhetorical, don’t answer that.” He simply looks away. I continue, “I just…wish I could have done some more, you know?”

“I know.” He replied in less than a beat, planting a small kiss on my head. The silence sat for a moment before he added, “I know all too well, darling. But you’re the one who’s said not to dwell in the past.”

“Ah, so I’m just a hypocrite.”

“Yes.”

“…”

He smiles, fingers interlocking with mine as he hums a small tune. “Cherish those memories; but don’t let them overshadow the ones you’re making in the present.”

His words were soft as they fell on my ears. A rather short-lived tranquility before he pinches my cheek, exasperation lacing his tone. “Like the memories we’re making now. Don’t go daydreaming on something so important.”

I yelp, wrestling away from his hold while protesting his actions.  

|Yeah so...idk. That's all I got|

[americasass91]

Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife​ 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.  

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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