#i thought maybe it was done and over with but guess what!

[sincerelybubbles]

"I love you" warnings: none, fluff, written forever ago and reread and edited to shreds ||||

The first time Spencer says, "I love you," it’s an accident.

It happens in your kitchen again, but this time it's quiet. The smell of coffee lingers in the air, and the soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound between you. You're leaning against the counter, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes, while he stands a few feet away, watching you with that careful gaze of his, the one that makes you feel like he's analyzing you but not in a clinical way. No, Spencer looks at you like he’s memorizing every tiny detail, tucking it away in some secret place in his mind where he keeps things that matter most.

You’re mid-yawn when he says it, so casual you almost miss it.

"I love you," he murmurs as he passes you a cup of coffee, like it's just something that slips out when he isn’t thinking.

Your fingers nearly fumble around the handle, and your whole body goes still. Your stomach twists in on itself, because you've thought about this moment a thousand times. How it would feel to hear it, how it would sound in his voice. You just didn't expect it like this—so offhanded, so natural, so completely without fanfare.

Spencer doesn't realize what he’s done at first. He takes a sip of his own coffee, eyes flicking up to meet yours, and in an instant, you see it—the delayed reaction, the widening of his eyes, the way his throat bobs as he swallows too hard.

"Oh," he says, like he's just processed his own words, and the air in the room shifts. "I—" He swallows again. "That wasn't—I mean, it was, but—"

You bite your lip, unsure if you should help him out of his flustered state or let him dig his own grave for another second.

"You mean it?" you ask, voice small. You hate how insecure you sound, but it’s there, that creeping uncertainty that whispers: maybe he didn’t mean to say it at all.

Spencer's hands tighten around his mug. "Yes," he says, barely above a whisper. "I mean it. But I didn’t want to say it like that. I wanted it to be special."

Warmth unfurls in your chest, battling the self-doubt that always seems to lurk just beneath the surface. You set your mug down before you drop it and step closer, reaching up to touch his cheek. His skin is warm under your fingers, and you feel him exhale, long and slow, like he’s been holding his breath.

"It is special," you tell him. "Because it's you."

Spencer lets out a soft laugh, a little self-deprecating, shaking his head. "You deserve something more than an absentminded confession over coffee."

"Stop that," you scold gently. "You always act like you have to prove something to me. You don’t. Just being with you is enough. You are enough."

His eyes flicker with something deep—something you almost can’t bear to look at because it’s so raw. He nods, absorbing your words like he’s trying to believe them, and then, after a beat, he tilts his head.

"Do you…?" He trails off, hesitant, the Spencer who still second-guesses when it comes to emotional things.

You take a breath, feeling your pulse in your throat. The truth is, you've known for a while. Maybe since the moment he showed up at your work with lunch, or when he called just to make sure he hadn’t done something to mess things up. Maybe it was the first time he kissed you, or maybe it was even before that, in the little moments where he let himself be fully himself with you.

"I love you," you say, because it’s true, and because he deserves to hear it.

Spencer blinks at you like he can’t quite believe it, and then, before you can say anything else, he kisses you. It's not hurried or desperate. It’s slow and reverent, like he’s savoring the words on your lips. His hands come up to frame your face, gentle but firm, like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. "I’ve never had this before," he admits, so quiet you almost don’t hear it. "I don’t always know what I’m doing."

You smile, brushing your thumb over his cheek. "Neither do I. We’ll figure it out together."

He nods, closing his eyes for a moment, just breathing you in. And then he exhales a soft, "Okay."

It’s not a grand declaration, not fireworks or an earth-shattering moment. But it’s real. It’s steady. It’s love, spoken in small moments, in morning coffee, in nervous laughter, in the spaces between words. || you can consider this a continuation of "it's a date" if you squint.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Poppy Playtime: True Ending (all toys saved, all secrets founds)

Synopsis: Angel saved all the toys inside PlayCo, and is now sitting outside waiting for the authorities to appear. What will happen now? Warnings: Canon-typical violence. Story is in 2nd person but Angel is their own character here. THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOFREAD SO THERE WILL BE ERRORS. Have fun, byeee.

You are shaking.

Granted, this is the first time in the last two weeks that you aren't trembling due to fear of being killed or due to the cold, but anxiety. You're scared, still riding off adrenaline and without any idea of what could happen now, and you are certain that in any moment, you'll end up dropping unconscious on the floor. And yet, you don't. You cannot, really, considering your situation.

You take a deep breath, the smell of smoke filling your senses. Despite your best efforts, your hands are still dirty with dried blood.

Dogday lies against you, eyes turned towards the Sun. His white pupils seem to be sparkling in amazement; this is the first time in more than a decade that he has seen the Sun. Maybe two, who knows, you're too tired to do the math. You scratch his head, but he doesn't look away from the sky. The beautiful open sky. You had taken it for granted a few times in your life. Only a few. Never again. Never again...

Kissy is on your right side, anxiously holding your arm. Poppy is on your lap, still holding your Nokia phone and telling the kind 911 operator of your situation. You wonder how anxious she would be feeling if you were the one talking there... She was at the verge of tears before speaking up. "Understood, miss", she tells the second normal human she ever interacted with in the past decade. "Please warn them to be careful, we went through a lot and don't want to deal with even more".

You scratch her head. Huggy is next to your rundown car, on the other side of the parking lot, the mini critters and wuggies running around. Some of them grab the leaves and jump at the newfound texture. Others try digging in the dirt. One of them points at the car and ask each other how they can disassemble it. Catnap, standing right next to them, shakes his head. "This belongs to our Savior".

Baba is also sitting next to you. She watches over the mini nightmares debating over something you don't fully understand, as some of them climb over Catnap. He doesn't mind the act. Doey, on the other hand...

You stare at him. Little Simon is still sleeping on his arms, too anxious to join the others. Doey adjusts his own hat, his eyes going from corner to corner, especially towards where the little ones of Safe Haven are. Marie is taking good care of them, sitting on the concrete floor as they analyze flowers. Delight is next to her, tilting her head in curiosity as a centipede crawls over her hands, eyes sparkling. "This is fascinating!", she announces, happily stimming with her feet.

"... Doey?"

You reach your hand to him. He flinches before blinking, taken out of his trance. Upon noticing your worried stare, he forces a smile on his face: "I'm okay, Angel, no need to worry about me".

"And what about the other two?", you ask again, not letting go of him.

He's once again caught off-guard. You thought that by this point, the three kids would have gotten used to being equally acknowledged. Guess there's still work to be done, but we'll be alright. We have time, now. Just enough time.

"We're fine", Kevin grunts, looking away.

"Just tell me when it's too much, alright, kiddos? Don't want the sirens to scare you guys. They sound similar to the stuff back at PlayCo."

"I said we're fine", and there goes that familiar growl. "Shoosh, leave them".

"Matthew, let Kevin speak. It's okay for him to be upset".

"We can't scare the others"

"The others would like for all three of you to speak a bit", you reply, shaking your head. "Including Jack. Is he alright?"

"...", Doey shakes, before timidly nodding and fidgeting with his hands. "... I am".

You give him a smile. Dogday bumps his head against his shoulder, and Jack relaxes, his tense body softening. He repeats the gesture towards the critter, confirming that he'll be alright.

Pianosaurus and Yarnaby then bump their heads against your legs, both of them with plants hanging out from their mouths. Poppy jumps on your lap: "Thank you for the... Bouquet", you tell them, accepting the offering. Yarnaby purrs as a response, sitting on the ground. "Ollie, ya okay, kid?"

The baby long legs stares at you with that very, very energetic look of his, wrapped around a blanket and shaking in his lone seat next to yours. "It's fucking cold", he growls, grumpy as ever.

"Language!", Dogday warns him.

"We're not inside PlayCo. anymore, we can say whatever we want now, you dingus".

"Please don't have another argument before we arrive at the hospital", you ask the duo, sighing again. "... Want another blanket, Ollie?"

"I want a warm room away from this cold, that's what I want".

"Wait an hour or two, then".

"Urgh".

"You welcome".

You close your eyes, feeling the Sun against your skin. The Prototype's words echo in your head, the promise you two made still there:

These kids shall be safe and happy.

You can still hear the mechanical sounds his legs made when he walked. A part of you swears that it can feel him watching over your bunch from inside the factory, despite the cameras outside not being functional anymore. You don't doubt he would be capable of finding a way to watch the scene, though.

You stare at the burning parts of the factory in the background, and, before you can start doubting if this will grab the authorities' attention, you hear sirens in the background.

Cop sirens, to be exact.

Poppy looks up to you, Doey jumps on his seat, and you put the doll on Kissy's lap before jumping over Yarnaby:

"KIDS!", you call the others. "EVERYBODY, GET BACK THERE, THEY'RE COMING!"

Just one word:

FUCK.

Why did it have to be the COPS the first people to pop up, and not a fucking ambulance?! Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Just. Shit. FUCK (again). You are so, SO fucking lucky sometimes, urgh. Let's hope they don't scare the kids even more.

Huggy, Catnap, Marie and Doey help you retrieve the chaos gremlins back to the group. You count: All +100 of them are there, with no exceptions. You hold Doey's face and tell him to remain strong, you tell Kissy and Huggy that they have nothing to fear with you around, you assure Marie and Catnap don't make a murder plan, and you sit back on your seat.

The first car that appears makes your stomach curl. You stare at it, unmoving. The tension is palpable. The kids are anxious, terrified and horrified when the two cops get out of the car and turn to you.

You stare at them, suddenly more aware than ever that you have visible blood stains on your clothes and you must be looking like hell, and they stare at you in silence, approaching with their mean looks. Poppy moves on your seat, clinging to you even more, her call having just ended.

You stare at the cops again.

The cops stare at you again.

You bite your tongue. They aren't approaching you anymore, instead, stopping several meters away from your group, wide-eyed, and then you realize that they aren't reaching for their guns.

Finally, you roll your eyes:

"Do we have a problem here, officer?"

The guy you think is the oldest of the duo, a pale man with sunken brown eyes, seems taken completely off-guard for a moment. Bunzo clings to your leg, anxious. PJ Pug-a-Pillar tilts his head in curiosity, and you notice that Delight is waving at the duo.

"W...", the younger man's voice fails him. "What the-"

"Don't ya finish that sentence, there's kids there", you grunt, noticing the other cars appearing. "We need as many ambulances as possible, now. The kids needs medical attention".

"What happened there?", the officer demands, and his eyes go to the very much still burning piece of factory. You glance back at it for a moment before returning your attention to him.

"Executives", you shrug, aaaand more people pop out of the cars. "Tell your friends to back off, it's been a decade since these kids saw other people, and they bite".

"This is private property. What are you doing here?"

Private property, private property my fucking ass- "get your friends to back off, or else I won't say shit to you".

"You have no right-"

"Mister Officer, please, you must listen!"

You would have laughed at the guy's face upon seeing Poppy getting up from your seat. Catnap growls as a response to his voice tone, and you don't know if it's the sound he makes or his movements, but it seems convincing enough for the asshole to actually back off, and actually and properly inform the rest of the group to not approach.

"Thank you", Poppy mutters.

"Don't thank him", you scratch her head. "I am in private property because the owner of this frickin' place invited me in because he and these kids were stuck in there for the past decade. I need a dang ambulance for once".

"And who is the owner?"

You almost say Elliot Ludwig, but even your own tolerance for absurdity isn't high enough to buy that one. So you bite your tongue, you stay on your seat, and you hear more sirens echoing in the background.

"Long ass story", you mutter, before getting up, bag on one hand, Poppy in another.

You have no idea how or why, but the officer almost doesn't react when you approach him. His friend places a hand on his gun, but you don't react either, merely giving him the heavy bag.

"These are the documents", you tell him, watching the ambulances arrive.

"Did you steal these documents?"

"They were given to me", you half-lie, half-tell the truth.

"I'll have to ask you to follow me, ma'am, and tell me why there's a fire happening in an abandoned factory".

"W-wait, no!", Poppy desperately stares at you, wide-eyed. "T-they can't go, we need them!"

You merely unzip your jacket, exposing your very much still bleeding out shoulder and your very much still soaked in blood torso, and shrug.

You see people coming out of the ambulances. Bunzo runs to you, grabbing your leg as he stares at the officer, wide-eyed. "I-I won't let you take mama away!"

Well, there goes the cop's control of the situation, because now some of the minis also approach you, clinging to both your legs and back, and you know they look too realistic and move too naturally for them to be animatronics or robots. Other cops start moving to approach you, and you...

Yawn.

Damn, you're tired as hell-

A guy presents himself as the lieutenant, and another as the deputy chief. You tilt your head. Looks like your way of grabbing attention may have worked too well...

Marie's hand grabs your good shoulder. You don't react to her staring at the group, merely waiting for your permission to probably kill them or something worse. Despite what you wish you can do, you merely hold her hand. The deputy chief grabs the bag, and stares at the nurses who just got out of the ambulance before petting the shoulders of the first officer.

"Looks like we got big fish in our hands", he tells the guy. Uhm. Okay. "Go take these things to the ambulance. Let us handle the rest".

You blink, remembering what the Prototype told you about many people knowing about what PlayCo. was doing, but never doing anything about it. You stare at the man's eyes, and you aren't very good with judging people by looks but your stomach curls around itself, and you know one damn thing.

He stares at you with a certain disdain and hatred in his eyes. You smile. You hear a helicopter approaching, alongside a van from a news report. Your smile widens, a shit eating grin that goes from ear to ear as you realize who has the power over the situation.

"Looks like the mess you ignored finally caught up to you, eh, officer?"

You turn your back to the group, unafraid. "W-what's going on, Angel?", Dogday asks on his seat, terrified, as you put Poppy on his lap.

"Oh, a lot", you now grab your actual backpack, reaching for your water bottle as the kids stare at you, anxious. "A whole, whooole lot".

"What are they going to do?", Marie asks in a whisper. "Should we...?"

"Nope. We aren't killing anyone, pirralhada", you take a generous sip of water. "We just hit the jackpot".

You hear the number of people growing in the background. Good thing you told the kids to keep themselves quiet, and even better thing that they are listening.

"We're going to take whatever remains of PlayCo. down. And, most importantly, we'll make sure the people who didn't help you guys pay. But, right now?"

You turn towards the humans again.

"Right now, we gotta go to the hospital".

[zeroseuniverse]

SEVENTEEN Reaction: You Accidentally Insult Them in Your Sleep

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At first, he thinks he misheard you. But when you mutter, “Ugh, why is he always acting like a dad?”, he gasps dramatically. “EXCUSE ME?!” He’ll shake you awake, pouting. “I take care of you, and this is what I get?!” Even the next day, he’ll bring it up with a fake betrayal. “So, I’m too much of a dad, huh? Maybe I should stop buying you snacks.”

Jeonghan

This man is petty. You mumble, “Jeonghan is a menace… always scheming…” and he just smirks. “That’s right, and I’ll be even worse now.” The next morning, you find your blanket missing, your phone charger hidden, and Jeonghan sipping coffee like he’s done nothing wrong.

Joshua

When you mumble, “Joshua’s too nice… it’s suspicious,” he just blinks in confusion. “…Excuse me?” He spends the rest of the night lying awake, overthinking his entire personality. The next morning, he’s a little sassy. “So, being nice is a crime now? Guess I’ll start being evil.”

Jun

You murmur, “Jun is so weird… but like, in a cute way.” He hears the ‘cute’ part and ignores everything else. The next morning, he’s clinging to you. “So, you think I’m cute even in your sleep, huh? You love me, don’t you?” No matter how much you deny it, he’s using this against you forever.

Hoshi

You mumble, “Why is he obsessed with tigers… it’s kinda weird…” and Hoshi GASPSSSS. He shakes you awake immediately. “TAKE IT BACK. TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW.” He’s genuinely distraught. “How could you? You love my tigers!” He’ll spend the next day dramatically hugging his tiger plushies for comfort.

Wonwoo

You mumble, “Wonwoo’s voice puts me to sleep…” and he just nods in agreement. “That’s fair.” The next day, he casually brings it up. “So… my voice is boring?” He doesn’t seem offended, but you just know he’s going to bring this up for months.

Woozi

You mumble, “Woozi’s scary when he’s angry…” and his eye twitches. The next morning, he stares at you while sipping his coffee. “Scary, huh?” He doesn’t say anything else, but the threat is there. If you tease him, he’ll just say, “I guess I’m too scary to help you reach the top shelf.” “YOU can’t even reach the top shelf”

DK

You mumble, “Seokmin laughs too much…” and he GENUINELY looks hurt. “Too much???” He spends the rest of the night trying to laugh quieter, but the next morning, he pouts at you. “So you don’t like my happiness? I thought you loved my sunshine…” He’s being dramatic, but he wants you to say you love his laugh.

Mingyu

You grumble, “Mingyu is so clumsy… so big, yet so useless.” He gasps so loudly he almost wakes you up. The next day, he’s sulking. “I AM NOT USELESS.” But when he trips over his own feet again, he just sighs. “…Okay, maybe a little.”

Minghao

You murmur, “Minghao is too cool… it’s kinda unfair.” He smirks immediately. The next day, he’s extra confident, wearing sunglasses indoors. “I can’t help it,” he says smugly. “It’s just who I am.” He’s never letting you live this down.

Seungkwan

You mumble, “Seungkwan is too loud… my ears…” and he gasps in pure offense. “HOW DARE YOU.” The next morning, he refuses to speak to you. “I guess I should just be quiet forever.” He’s waiting for you to beg him to talk again.

Vernon

You mumble, “Vernon is so random… is he even real?” He just blinks. “Fair point.” The next day, he randomly looks at you and goes, “So, do I exist or nah?” You’re never getting a serious answer from him again.

Dino

You grumble, “Chan is still a baby…” and he sits up in PURE OFFENSE. “BABY???” The next morning, he’s working out aggressively. “I’ll show you baby muscles.” He’s flexing all day, trying to prove he’s a man.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

The Edge of the Sky

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Sister!Reader

Summary: Growing up with Rooster and Hangman, you never imagined that one day, the cocky, insufferable pilot would be the one to turn your world upside down. As the three of you push yourselves to the limits in the Top Gun program, old rivalries and new emotions collide. When a near-disastrous accident forces you to confront feelings you never saw coming, you’re left wondering: has the man you spent your whole life rolling your eyes at been the one all along?

The heat of the San Diego sun bore down on you as you leaned back on your hands, watching the Top Gun squad argue over whose fault it was that their last play had gone to hell. A volleyball spun lazily in the air before bouncing onto the sand near your feet. You could already see the smug look on Hangman’s face before you even glanced up.

"Well, well, well," Hangman drawled, stepping closer, hands on his hips. "If it isn’t Rooster’s little sister, here to grace us with her overwhelming lack of athletic ability."

You rolled your eyes, tossing the ball back to him. "I’m not the one who just got spiked on by Phoenix."

Phoenix smirked as she dusted sand off her hands. "Damn right he did."

Hangman caught the ball effortlessly and twirled it on his finger. "That was a tactical error. I was busy strategizing."

Rooster scoffed. "Yeah? Strategizing how to lose?"

"That’s funny, Bradshaw. Remind me, who’s winning again?" Hangman gestured at the scoreboard scratched into the sand. His team was up by four points, but if you had to guess, it wasn’t the game that mattered—it was the bragging rights.

You smirked, shaking your head at their antics, before standing and dusting sand off your legs. "Alright, boys, keep measuring whatever it is you’re measuring. Some of us need water before we die of heat stroke."

As you walked off toward the cooler, you felt Hangman’s eyes on you. You were used to it—he’d always been Rooster’s cocky, infuriating friend, the guy you’d grown up rolling your eyes at. But lately, there was something different about the way he looked at you. Maybe you were imagining it. Maybe not. Either way, you refused to give it another thought.

Training was brutal the next morning. Maverick was running you all ragged, pushing the limits of your speed and endurance in the air. You and Hangman had been paired for dogfighting drills, which meant you spent most of your time cursing his name as he pulled impossible maneuvers that left you struggling to keep up.

"Damn it, Hangman!" you hissed through the comms as he cut in front of you with zero warning. "A little heads-up next time?"

His laugh crackled through your earpiece. "Where’s the fun in that?"

You ground your teeth, banking hard to the right. The two of you went at it, testing the limits of your jets and your patience, until Maverick finally called for a break. When you landed, you barely made it five steps before Rooster was in your face, arms crossed.

"You realize you’re playing right into his hands, right?" Rooster said, jabbing a finger at your chest. "He loves getting under your skin. It’s his favorite hobby."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, well, unfortunately, I have better things to do than worry about Hangman’s hobbies."

"Do you?" Rooster asked, skeptical. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like he’s got you on edge."

You waved him off. "You’re imagining things."

But Rooster wasn’t done. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "Just... be careful, alright? Hangman’s a lot of things, but he’s not the kind of guy who—"

"I know exactly what kind of guy he is," you interrupted. "And trust me, I’m not interested."

Rooster gave you a long, knowing look before shaking his head. "If you say so."

A week later, everything changed.

It was supposed to be a standard training run. Nothing out of the ordinary. But then, in the blink of an eye, Hangman’s jet stalled.

"Eject, eject!" Maverick’s voice rang through the comms as Hangman’s jet spiraled. You felt your stomach drop.

And then, the parachute deployed. Hangman drifted down, landing hard in the desert just outside the airstrip. You were out of your jet before you even registered moving, sprinting toward the medics loading him onto a stretcher.

"Move!" you barked at one of the techs, shoving past them until you were at Hangman’s side. He groaned, wincing as he blinked up at you.

"Well, would you look at that," he murmured, voice rough but teasing. "Didn’t know you cared, darlin’."

Your heart was in your throat. "Shut up, Seresin."

But he just smirked. "You’re holding my hand, sweetheart."

You looked down. Sure enough, your fingers were wrapped tightly around his. You snatched your hand back as if burned, face flushing.

Rooster appeared at your side, arms crossed. "Huh. That’s an interesting reaction."

"Oh, screw you," you snapped, spinning on your heel and marching away before either of them could see the panic on your face.

Hangman, from his place on the stretcher, just grinned. "I think she likes me."

Rooster scowled. "Don’t push your luck."

The Hard Deck was packed that night, the bar alive with laughter and music as the squad gathered to celebrate Hangman getting cleared. The moment he walked in, the cheers went up, and he grinned like he owned the place.

Hangman raised his arms, basking in the applause. "Damn, feels good to be back! Miss me that much?" he called out, flashing his signature smirk as the squad clapped him on the back and pulled him into hugs. "Don't worry, your favorite pilot is still in one piece."

You were already at the bar, sipping your drink when he sauntered over, leaning against the counter beside you. "Didn’t think I’d see you over here all by your lonesome."

You smirked, not looking at him. "Figured I’d take a break from the testosterone overload."

He chuckled, ordering a drink before turning to face you fully. "So, about earlier—"

"Not happening," you cut in quickly, taking another sip.

He tilted his head, a knowing glint in his eye. "Oh, I think it is."

You finally met his gaze, and for the first time, you didn’t see just the cocky pilot who had been in your life for years. You saw something else—something dangerous, something tempting.

Your voice was quieter when you spoke. "What if it is?"

Hangman didn't hesitate. "Then I guess it's time I finally say it—you're the woman of my dreams."

You blinked, caught off guard by his directness, your heart hammering against your ribs. Before you could overthink it, before Rooster could interrupt with some snide remark, you reached up, grabbed the collar of his flight suit, and kissed him.

The bar erupted in cheers, the squad whooping and clapping, pounding on tables like they’d been waiting for this moment all along.

When you pulled back, Hangman smirked down at you, a little breathless. "Shoulda done that a long time ago, sweetheart."

Rooster, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, let out a long, suffering sigh. "If you break her heart, Hangman, I’ll break your face."

Hangman only grinned, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Not a chance, Bradshaw."

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moving in together

@bucktommyfluffebruary, day 9. rated G.

💕

"Okay, yeah. Thanks for letting me know."

Buck ends the call, staring blankly at his phone as he tries to figure out how he feels about the news that his apartment is habitable again.

He knows he should be happy.

And yet.

Buck hears the shower shut off and Tommy enters the room a few moments later, a towel wrapped low around his hips as his damp skin steams gently in the cool morning air.

"You okay?" he asks, frowning gently as he moves closer.

"My super just called," Buck says, finally tearing his gaze away from his phone. "My kitchen is done being repaired."

Buck doesn't miss the way Tommy's face goes carefully blank.

read the rest under the cut or on ao3 // other days here

"That's great," he says, turning away from Buck and towards the dresser.

"Yeah," Buck says evenly, flipping his phone nervously over and over in his hands.

The thing is, as unexpected as it was, he's loved living with Tommy the past three weeks.

Even before temporarily moving in, Buck had spent enough time at Tommy's place that it already felt like home, and that was before the fact that he loved coming home to Tommy, loved sleeping beside him every night and waking up beside him every morning, mismatched shifts notwithstanding.

He loved the silly things too, like seeing their shoes side by side in the hall. Brushing his teeth as Tommy showered. Arguing good-naturedly over how to load the dishwasher.

All the little, domestic things that Buck had worried it might be too soon for that had turned out to be his favourite things about living with Tommy.

Well, almost his favourite; the extremely frequent sex was a tough one to beat in that department.

He'd thought that Tommy felt the same about him being here but his carefully blank expression suddenly has Buck a little worried.

"So uh, I guess I can be out of your hair tomorrow," Buck says, thoughts gently spiralling; of course Tommy didn't want him here. "Once I finish work I can-"

"Or," Tommy interrupts, frowning as he turns around with a pair of socks in one hand and underwear in the other, "you could not."

It's Buck's turn to frown then.

"Not what, go to work?"

The corner of Tommy's mouth twitches as if he's holding back a smile.

"Not get out of my hair."

Buck doesn't reply, too busy trying not to let himself get too excited.

"Maybe I don't want you out of my hair," Tommy continues, waving his socks around. "In fact, maybe I kinda like having you in my hair."

Buck's heart flips a somersault in his chest as Tommy steps closer.

"Maybe I'd really like it if you didn't go back to your apartment and moved in here instead. Permanently," he adds, as if to make sure there's no confusion.

He looks adorably nervous, as if Buck would ever say anything but yes to such a suggestion.

"Yes," Buck says, a wide grin splitting his face. "Absolutely yes, I'll move in with you."

[emsdevs]

🎁 14 with quinn 👀

a/n: kirby my love, this one is for you 🧡 i know you love your angst

Prompt 14: "Please. Please just listen to me."

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You never thought it would come to this. You thought you and Quinn were forever. Everything had been perfect until you had started seeing less and less of him. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been on a date, and he barely held a conversation with you now. You knew bringing it up would be difficult, but you hadn’t imagined it would blow up like this.

“Quinn, we barely talk anymore! When was the last time you kissed me? A real kiss, not some reflexive kiss on the cheek when you get home from a roadie!” you weren’t sure when it started, but the two of you have been shouting back and forth so long your throat is starting to feel scratchy.

“That’s not fair! Do you know how busy I am?”

“Oh, trust me I know! The only thing I hear about anymore is the Canucks! The team needs this! The team can’t do that! God, Quinn, even when you were hurt and had absolutely no business being on that ice, you couldn’t shut up about your team! Sometimes, it’s like you forget I even exist! Like I’m just some housemaid or someone to come to when you need relief! Except we don’t even do that anymore do we?”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so clingy! I mean, Jesus, I barely get a moment to myself! You’re so obsessed with me! This isn’t even that serious!” 

Your face goes blank the second the words leave his mouth. This isn’t even that serious? He didn’t tell you he wanted to break up, but with those five words, Quinn just ended your relationship.

“It isn’t that serious?” you’re fuming now, and he can tell by how level your voice is. “So what? You’ve been stringing me along for over two years? Let me move in? You remember me having to get permanent residency for this right? All of that and it’s not serious?”

“Babe don’t-”

“No you’re right, Quinn. I’m leaving. You can have your space back. I’d hate to take it anymore since you so obviously don’t want me here,” you head to what was a shared bedroom not even two hours ago. You pack all your bags, at least what you would need for a couple of days, and Quinn does nothing but stand there and watch. He doesn’t speak up again until you’re leaving the bedroom and heading for the front door with your suitcase in tow.

“Baby, c’mon. You’re being dramatic. Where are you even gonna stay?”

“Oh, no! Clingy and dramatic! Guess I really need to get out of your hair then. And where I’m staying is not of your concern anymore,” you roll your eyes, attempting to continue on your path to the door when he blocks it.

“Please. Please just listen to me. It doesn’t have to end like this. We don’t have to end like this,” he’s begging now, and as pitiful as he looks, you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore. You’re tired of sitting around, waiting for him to give you attention like some dog sitting at the door waiting for its owner to return. You have to get out.

“Just stop, Quinn. It’s done. We’re done. No second chances. I’ve given you too many to begin with. If you didn’t want this to end, you should’ve tried harder to keep me before it was too late. Hopefully, you can find someone a little less clingy and obsessive.”

You walk away, not looking back once the door is shut. You just closed a huge chapter in your life. Anyone else would probably be rejoicing right now, basking in the feeling of being free from a situation that wasn’t good. Somehow, though, you can’t help but feel like this might have been a mistake.

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My thoughts on Beast Yeast episode 8 (spoilers)

Peak. Just peak.

I'm vomiting my words out at 11 PM at the time of typing this on my phone, so it might not be even slightly comprehensible, and I didn't take any screenshots either (was way too excited lol), but going through the episode and seeing Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk's interactions was SO good.

I have been a Pure Vanilla fan ever since the release of Hollyberry. He is and always will be my favorite character. I've actually always wanted him to have a narrative foil (besides White Lily and GingerBrave), like Shadow Milk. When I returned to the game after a year break, and I played through the first episode of Beast Yeast, I was overjoyed. Pure Vanilla finally was getting character development.

Look, I'm not gonna lie. The formula of episode 8 is still your average "ancient falls, they have a magical transformation, they kill beast" type of story, and maybe I'm biased, but oh man, I feel like this episode has left me with more questions than answers, which is something the other episodes haven't done for me. I would hate to see Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk's potential relationship stop there, and I really really hope Devsisters revisit them in the future (I will only be slightly devastated if they don't).

What caught me by surprise the most was Shadow Milk's glimpse of weakness. His supposed loneliness builds a layer of depth on his character, and when he refuses Awakened Pure Vanilla's generosity, you can almost see the tragedy that'll inevitably come out of it. Both for Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla. If they do come back to it, I wonder what might happen. Still sad there was no full-on redemption, but what did I expect? Shadow Milk is a war criminal lol.

I'm also kind of disappointed that there were no scenes of the uncorrupted Shadow Milk costume in the story (I thought he would change to his previous form to trick Pure Vanilla or something like that). I thought because Truthless Recluse, who appears in the story and will get a costume, Shadow Milk would receive the same kind of treatment. I guess not, and I was over-dreaming.

Anyway, I'm just happy Pure Vanilla is gonna be meta again. I've been waiting years. And now I can have him and shadow milk on the same team so they can smooch- I mean support each other in the meta.

Most of all, I can't wait to see the beautiful fan works that will spawn out of another great story. Grab your pens, papers, brushes, whatever you use, and propagate the shadowvanilla propaganda my friends /lh

[k1mbe3rly]

Hiii bb, cheong san requesttt😓.

A slight sub!cheong san smut where the slight dom!reader is basically giving su hyeok lots and more attention because of Ms park asking the reader to help su hyeok study because of his horrible grade and overtime cheong san becomes jealous and slightly distant so the reader talks to him about it and that leads to the reader showing him that’s she’s only for him??

Riding , praising , maybe a bj?

Your the one i want

warnings: smut, jealousy, blowjob, riding, and reassuring/praising

Lately you haven’t been giving your boyfriend Cheong san much attention, you’ve just been so busy with trying to tutor Su hyeok ever since Mrs park asked if you could since he was failing miserably in her class

Cheong san has been noticing this and constantly sees yall studying during lunch, breaks, and during class and sometimes after school, he would watch from afar huffing and puffing staring at yall, and because of this he feels like your losing interest and starts distancing himself

He stopped trying to call and text and even stopped going to you in the halls, you were quick to notice as one day you took a break with su hyeok and walked with him after school

You quickly catched up to Cheong san “Cheong san! wanna come over?” you asked him, he looks at you for a moment and looks back front “Uh..sure i guess..” he said softly

You nodded as you continued walking, “Your not studying with you su hyeok today?” he asked you, “No not today, i’m taking a break of him, he’s getting annoying” you told him, he hummed “I would’ve never thought of you ever getting annoyed with him.” he said a bit coldly

You looked at him “What do you mean?” you asked him, “I just thought since yall were so close you wouldn’t be annoyed of him” he simply said not looking at you, “We’re not close? i’m just tutoring him. Is there something wrong..?” you told him, “Nothing wrong. Just forget about it” he said to you

You left it alone for now as you continued walking with him, finally after a bit you made it to your house and leaded him inside

It was a bit awkward after the interaction you had with him and just signal him to follow you in your room, once in your room you shut the door, “Cheong san… is everything okay?” you asked him dropping your backpack down, “Everything is fine” he said sighing as he sat down on your bed

“Than why have you been distancing yourself from me? did i do something wrong?” you asked him, “Your really busy i don’t wanna get in the way of that..” he said, he than spoke up again “And your just always with Su hyeok..” he said looking away a bit, you noticed he was being a bit jealous and slight bit of insecure, “You don’t have to worry about that no more, besides i don’t see him as anything just a classmate i guess” you said sitting next to him and taking his hand

“I just want you only okay? your the one i want” you told him smiling at him, he stared at you as if he needed for you to say that to him, you leaned in kissing him as he cupped your cheek kissing you back

You continued kissing him passionately, his other free hand grabbing on your waist slightly pulling you closer, your hands went to his hair tangling them together

Both of yall made out for about 5 minutes as he pulled back for a breath, he was breathless as he stared at you with a small sight of lust in his eyes, you smirked softly, “Do you believe me?” you asked him, he smiled a bit and decided to joke around “Hm..nope” he said sticking out his bottom lip

“Aww..poor baby. Don’t worry, when i’m done with you, you’ll be convinced” you cooed, he got a chill down his spine as he watch as you went down on your knees, he felt your hands spread his legs and your fingers fumbled with his zipper and pants

You pulled down his pants as he lifted his pants to get them down easier, you moved his pants onto the floor, a bulge in his boxers already formed as you smirked, you than fumbled with his boxers pulling them down painfully slow

Once they were off you wrapped your hands around his cock, he let out a soft gasp at the feeling of your touch as you begin stroking him, not too fast or not too slow, he watched as his chest rises up and down, his breathing slowly getting heavy, you kissed the top of his tip giving him shivers

You smiled against his tip and slowly swirled his tongue on his tip, he let out a soft whimper at the warmth of your tongue as you kept licking him, slowly your tongue went up and down his length taking him in your mouth fully, you begin sucking him the soft slurping sounds filled his ears, his hands on the sheets as he threw his head back

His mouth open, nothing but breathless moans came out, your head bobbed up and down on his cock and it didn’t take long for his cock to start twitching, you sucked onto his tip and lifted your head away from his cock, he let out a soft whine as he looked down at you

“W-..why’d you stop?” he asked with heavy eyes, “I just wanna take my time with you baby..i’m in no rush? are you?” you smirked up at him, he shakes his head no, “perfect” you told him, you lifted your self up in front of him, you took your shirt off leaving yourself in your bra, he watched you admiring your chest covered with a fabric he’s seen before on you

You kept your skirt on and reached under it taking off your panties, his eyes followed every movement as you slid them off and placed them next to his boxers, your hands reached behind your back unclasping your bra, he watched as your bra slightly fell off your chest and the strap of them fall over your arm, you completely took it off as he admires your tits

You got closer to him placing your hands on his shoulder, you hovered over him your legs going on each side of his thighs, he immediately places his hands on your hips as he lifted your skirt around your waist, staring at your bare pussy

You grabbed onto his cock sliding his tip against your folds with a soft moan you let out, he let out a low moan as well feeling his tip slide across your folds and teasing him to your entrance, you finally positioned it against your entrance wasting no time and sinking down onto him

He quickly let out a moan as his eyes flickered back, he was already on edge from you sucking on him, you begin riding him at a normal pace letting him adjust for a bit, his eyes were focused on your hips and the way they moved on him, you begin going faster as he lets out moans, soft low raspy moans were your favorite song, watching as his face you felt his cock hit every perfect spot, you moaned out as you angled your hips to hit every spot

You continued riding him making both you and him feel good, he was lost in pleasure as he threw his head back, his hands moved to your waist to your ass, feeling all over it and the way you rode him, he softly gripped onto your ass giving it a small squeeze as his cock begin twitching inside you, the way his cock twitched inside of added a lot more pleasure as you felt the familiar feeling of the knot in your stomach

“Fuck..i’m gonna cum baby” you spoke to him as he nodded quickly his moans became a bit louder as he tried to muffle them, you were on edge as finally you came covering his cock in your juices and cum, feeling you cum and make a mess on him made him cum right after you, his cum filling up your insides as he let out loud pants

You panted as well as your movements stopped, you slowly came down from your high as well as him “Do you believe me now baby? your the only one i want.” you told him, he nodded “Yes- yes..i..i love you” he told you as you smiled “I love you too”

[utilitycaster]

(I’m sure you’re getting a lot of asks right now, so if this isn’t a fun avenue for you, feel free to pass on over.)

So, the Vax of it all.

As a person who really loved Vax’s portrayal and his arc, the end of C1 was powerful and poignant. Dalen’s Closet was the perfect cherry on top of a truly bittersweet ending - a really touching way to give the characters some final interactions and show that he didn’t feel trapped or tortured by his duties as a champion. It gave a lovely sense of closure - with the button put on it that Scanlan couldn’t even cast the spell again, so it really reinforced the idea that magic had natural rules and consequences to big asks.

And then C3.

Obviously Vax was always going to factor into this campaign (one of the cast described this as their Avengers Assemble plot, after all), but with the way Matt had him appear and knowing how the rest of the cast was going to react to it, it really seemed like this ending was inevitable.

Considering that she was the bait in the first place, Keyleth was always going to realize where Vax was, always going to draw in the de Rolos to save him, and being familiar with Matt’s DM style (as well as any of us can be) I have a hard time believing he was going to do all that and then steer them towards an ending that would just have left Vax back as a champion - or even dead. Possible, but seemed pretty unlikely. (forgive my ignorance, I’m sure this is exactly what people were saying about Molly’s resurrection too, I wasn’t in the fandom then, but that at least was a DICE roll that concluded on camera, no way around that)

But now I’m just… so confused by so many choices. When did Matt decide this? Did Liam agree? If this was going to be the ending, why did he have the Raven Queen explicitly say ’you have one more night on Exand-- JK, hang out as long as you like, go look up that girlfriend of yours!” Was it JUST so the Vaxleth reunion would be the last scene of the campaign? W h y a n y o f t h i s ? But-- none of those are things we can really know the answers to, of course.

So my REAL question is, how would you have liked to have seen Vax brought into this story? A defender of the Raven Queen, going as far as to oppose Bell’s Hells (gods, can you imagine what the fandom would have done)? Would you have liked him to appear at all?

Btw, I’ve loved following your blog through this campaign - these last handful of episodes, I’ve been checking in daily like it’s my morning paper. Even on the rare occasion I do find my opinion differs, I find your analysis so thorough, so thoughtful and always entertaining. Excited (and maybe a little wary…) to see what we’ll get in C4! I, uh... sorry for the ask-wall-of-text.

So I will admit, I thought, until early in the finale when it became clear this was just the equivalent of the flavorless pure sugar drink they give pregnant people to test glucose tolerance, that Vax would be freed from his duties and laid to rest. The part with champions serving as protectors of the gods' realms honestly hadn't occurred to me but you could have done it with Morrighan (still physically alive) taking on the mantle and Vax passing on to the afterlife. Because the thing was, Vax was dead, the Raven Queen said "you can be alive temporarily as a revenant," and then once his mission was over, he died. He was literally already dead. I also maintain it was not an inevitability from the Orb situation; obviously I have no fucking idea what Matt had in mind, clearly, but in a case where Predathos remains sealed, then the Vax situation remains as it was; and in a case where Predathos is freed and devours the gods I think he dies more horribly vs. a gentle and kind passing (or perhaps some hail Mary scenario where after Predathos has glutted itself and left, he can perform the rites of ascension himself).

I guess the short answer is I really don't think this was inevitable because I think the vast majority of the finale and no small part of the campaign was again just. things happening because they needed to happen to get to the ending where Bells Hells were ostensibly happy (it's not very fulfilling to have everything given to you without it meaning anything), but I can think of a number of ways to run any final scenario re: Predathos and the Raven Queen where Vax doesn't come back. That was a very specific choice, and it was, as many of us have pointed, an immensely stupid one that was utterly unnecessary.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

tainted love

pairing: javier peña x steve murphy

cws/tags: only one bed, when you gotta jerk off ur partner bc he can't sleep but it's just a platonic thing dw #totallynotgay, use of f-slur, frottage, watching porn together briefly, mutual masturbation, technically infidelity ig but what connie doesn't know can't hurt her

summary: steve can't sleep and he's keeping javi up, so they have to jerk off ???

a/n: homosexual activities return to my blog

thank you to @almostempty for your help w this ! i could not have done this w/o you

wc: 3k

It’s not the first time Javi’s ended up with Steve’s name on his lips and his own hand wrapped around his cock. It’s not an everyday occurrence – Javi has tons of masturbation-worthy images in his collection of sacred memories. He’s got dalliances with hookers, something more and simultaneously less with that one communist girl, even Lorraine, back when she was something other than a blurry, ever-present mistake in his periphery. But, these thoughts are finite. In desperation, he’ll search for more. 

Sometimes more is his partner, partner in work, not in sex, not really, not yet. It comes down to the way Steve looks when he’s pissed off, the way anger forces him into physical contact despite the fact that he’s not a touchy-feely guy. It’s the time he had Javi pressed up against the wall in the hallway of the DEA office in Medellin – it felt like deja vu, he’d seen that moment on an x-rated videotape that no one would ever know he rented. Fuck government secrets, it’d take a harsh interrogation to get Javi to reveal the fact that he watched gay porn by his own volition. More than once. 

It’s a sleepless night like any other except Javi’s not in his own bed or anyone else’s, he’s in a hotel room he’s sharing with Murphy. It’s not the worst thing that could’ve happened – he could’ve gotten stuck with Stechner, but Messina decided to pair up with him for a reason Javi doesn’t want to hear about. 

There’s alcohol somewhere, but not in his overnight bag – maybe in the minibar, but that’s on the far side of the room and whether it comes out of his pocket or not, the prices make him feel sicker than a hangover would.  

Though he and Steve are facing away from each other, he can tell that he’s not sleeping either. It needles at him in the dark. Steve’s wakefulness bleeding onto Javi’s side of the bed, his body heat threatening to burn through the ever present wall of masculinity that keeps him at a distance. 

Murphy tosses and turns to the point where Javi wonders if he’s doing it for attention – he’s doing a great job if so. Javi rolls over to tell him to cool it. 

“Would you cut that shit out?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Neither can I. Because of you.”

Steve shrugs as best one can in his position. 

“What do you want? A bedtime story?”

“Might be kinda nice.”

“Alright,” Javi says, like he’s really committed to the idea. “One night, there was a DEA agent who killed his partner–”

“Okay. I get it.”

“How the fuck does Connie sleep in the same bed as you?”

“I guess I don’t really toss and turn when I’m with her.” He pauses.

“She usually holds me – or I hold her. Not like a baby or anything, but you know…”

“You need to be cuddled to sleep? Seriously?”

He really seems to think about it. “No.”

“‘Cause the only way I’m holding you is in a headlock.”

“How do women sleep with you, huh? You’re wide awake and pissy about it.”

“When I said women sleep with me, I didn’t mean it literally.”

“So, you kick ‘em out of bed? Sounds about right,” Murphy says it with a smirk, like he’s gotten one over on Javi, but he hasn’t. 

“No, they know to leave. Or, I do. It’s bedroom etiquette. You wouldn’t know.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’ve got something better – a wife. She sleeps with me for free.”

“God knows why.”

“She loves me. I’m loveable, Javi.”

That one strikes a nerve, but Javi doesn’t dare let it show.

“Maybe by her standards.”

“You saying she has low standards?”

“She could do better. She’s a very nice woman.”

“What does that mean?”

“Relax, man. I’m not trying to fuck your wife. I’m not that much of a scumbag.”

“Good. Not that I think she’d be into you anyway.”

“Plus, I can get laid without traveling to Miami.”

Steve huffs. It was a low blow, Javi’s willing to admit that.

“Okay, listen. We gotta be up in the morning, so let’s get practical here. You with me, Murphy?”

“Aye aye, cap,” he says with the least enthusiasm. 

“So, she’s been gone for a while, and I don’t see you coming to work looking like complete shit – at least, not any worse than you used to — so how are you getting to sleep?”

“I mean, I usually, you know…”

When Javi gestures to say go on, though he’s pretty sure he knows, Steve says much quieter, “Jerk off.”

“Was it that hard to say it?”

“I mean, it’s a little awkward.”

“What are you? 12? Everyone jerks off.”

“So, what? You want me to just jerk off?”

“Not here,” he says incredulously at the notion despite the fact that it does excite him. “In the shower if you have to.”

“I don’t usually do it in the shower.”

“You get to try something new then.”

“If I have to get up, then dry off, get dressed again, I think it’ll just start the whole process over.”

“So what? You want me to go stand outside and wait for you to finish?”

“The idea doesn’t sound unappealing…”

“No way am I doing that.”

Pissed off and admittedly aroused by the thought, he suggests, “You know what? Fuck it – put up a pillow barrier between us, and go ahead. Find something on pay-per-view so I don’t have to hear anything from you.”

“You serious?”

“If it’ll help you sleep.”

They fight over pillows and that’s only half the battle.

“Do you think they’ll know we’re buying–”

“Yes, so get something normal, will you? I don’t want anything weird showing up on the bill.”

“Relax. What’d you think I was gonna pick?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really think about your porn habits.”

“Well, what do you like?”

“What?”

“What do you like, Javi? We should find something we agree on.”

“So, now I’m a part of this?”

“I was trying to be nice.”

Javi stays silent while Steve rattles off possibilities. “We’ve got lesbians, mature women, threesomes…”

Javi gives him an unenthusiastic ‘sure’ to each option. 

“Oh, here’s the gay section,” Murphy says with a laugh.

And to avoid an awkward silence, Javi jokes - or tries to, “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

And Steve’s head turns around faster than you’d think was possible. “Oh, so you’ve tried it?”

“I was making a joke.”

“That’s not a no.”

“Why do you even care? Just stop stalling and pick something.”

Though he’s clearly still considering prying, he settles on whatever the most basic shit is – some blonde girl getting railed by some dude with a cock big enough to distract from his lackluster face. 

It’s about a minute of fake moaning that somehow makes things worse before Steve asks, “Do you think if we change the channel, they won’t charge us since we barely watched it?”

“Might as well try. Turn on PBS or something. That shit’s always free.”

It’s free but it’s a science documentary. Slimy jellyfish and the old men who know a concerning amount about them flood the screen. 

“Just turn off the TV,” Javi says, unable to hide his disgust.

Murphy spits into his hand, takes his cock out, and Javi is listening intently to it all. It makes him uncomfortably hard. He won’t sleep if he doesn’t get off, and at this point there’s no real shame in it. 

They breathe in tandem, each strangled sound egging the other one on, until Steve dares to ask, “So, you said you’ve watched gay porn before?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you didn’t say you haven’t.”

“Fine. Yes, I have. Can we go back to not talking right now?”

“But I’m curious.”

“Keep your curiosity to yourself.”

“Have you ever done anything with a guy?”

“Why? Do you want me to tell you a story about me getting a handjob from some guy outside a bar when I was hammered? You really wanna get off to that?”

“Maybe. If you can jazz it up a little.”

“I barely even remember it.”

That’s not entirely true. 

Sure, the memory’s faded a little over time, but he wasn’t blackout drunk like he wants Steve to believe. He was young, and a little bit desperate due to a recent breakup. It was hard to put on a face that said ‘I’m approachable and you’d have a good time if I took you home,” so the only attention he got that night was from a guy only a bit older than him, he’d guess. It was the kind of thing where he should’ve known it wasn’t friendly banter from the beginning, and maybe he did – he just didn’t want to believe that he was letting this happen, that he was engaging in it, that he was enjoying it. 

It got a little touchy-feely in a way real Texan men aren’t supposed to, unless they’re faggots. The word rings in Javi’s ear, and it’s the only thing louder than Murphy’s heavy breathing, which is far closer in time and space. 

The guy – whose name he’ll likely never know – led him outside and whatever ‘it’ was went down in an alley.

“Did you like it?”

“I liked it enough.”

Enough to cum from a handjob alone, and enough to try to give one back, and the only reason he didn’t really get to was because his hands shook, and it was summertime. 

‘You’re not used to this are you?’.

‘No, I’ve never…’

‘It’s okay,’ he said, removing Javi’s hand, gingerly, almost apologetic.

The goodbye kiss was anything but – it was tongue and teeth, indulgent. You could say it was self-indulgent on the other guys’ part, but you’d be wrong. It felt like it lasted longer than the handjob, and maybe it did, but god, that’d be too embarrassing to admit even in his own mind. It was the kind of kiss that dared Javi’s cock to spring back to life and he fought it desperately. 

‘See you around.’

But the pair never did. Javi convinced himself it never happened and during drinking games or friendly teasing he insisted that he’d never touched another man, just like every other friend of his. 

So, why would he tell Steve?

Before Murphy can ask another goddamn question, he turns it on the fucker, “Why don’t you tell me about your sex life?”

“I mean, besides Connie, there hasn’t been anyone since I was, fuck, I don’t know…”

“Is Connie any good?”

“Of course she’s good.”

Javi waits for the ‘but’ with a raised eyebrow, and it comes. 

“It just gets boring, alright? I love her, though.”

And Javi knows he does. He knows he does because Murphy can’t sleep without her in bed beside him. 

It doesn’t miss Javi that Steve’s breath falters more when Javi’s name leaves his mouth. 

“Javi…” He’s been stroking himself the entire time, but he’s not close, it’s not a plea to cum. It’s a hesitant question. 

“Yes, Murphy?”

“Why do you always call me by my last name?”

“I don’t know, Steve.”

It’s just to get a reaction out of him, which it does, subtle enough that another person might not catch on, but Javi’s waiting for it. 

And the reason is probably somewhere between the fact that he calls everyone by last name - and, come to think of it, it’s actually kinda weird that Murphy calls him by his first name - and because he feels like exchanging first names equals real friendship and somehow, that’s too intimate for Javi.

“Is that better?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Steve…”

“Yeah?”

“You want this, right?”

“If you do.”

“You gotta tell me. ‘Cause I’m not doing anything if you’re not into it.”

The distance between them dissipates. It doesn’t matter who closes the gap – if one didn’t, the other would. 

Javi looks back and forth between Steve’s cock and his mouth and tries to decide what’s right. Because he wants both, he has to find another metric to measure, to make his choices for him. 

Dive right in and take Steve’s cock in his hand to avoid the intimacy that locking lips requires? Kiss him to quiet everything including his own mind? 

He’s dumbfounded for a moment and you’d think he’s the one who’s never touched a man before if you didn’t know any better. The thing is: Javi can jerk another man off, even give a likely mediocre drunken blowjob. The difference is, this is Steve, naked in bed beside him. The difference is, he’s thought about this. The decision to do this shouldn’t be this easy when he’s sober. But his inhibitions are dangerously low because he’s dreamed about this. 

He’s played out fantasies before that he knows wouldn’t - shouldn’t – become reality. There are countless reasons not to do this - Steve is married, this could ruin both of their careers, this could compromise the most important case in DEA history. 

There is only one reason this should happen: desire.

Javi leads with his heart not his head (admittedly, his dick has influenced this specific decision to a significant degree).

His contemplation is cut off by Murphy’s lips pressed to his. The kiss is hesitant only until Javi reciprocates. Then it leans more towards animalistic than sweet but it’s needier than anything. Between the two of them desperation has only ever led to tension that boils over into fighting, but somehow insomnia is all it took to get them here. 

His brain has one thought playing on loop - the simple fact that he is actively kissing Steve Murphy. Until his mind is free of thoughts. Sex usually works like that for him, particularly with women ‘cause he doesn’t have to worry about the persistent guilt and fear of getting caught in the back of his mind, but his stress rarely fades at just kissing. Maybe they’re not just kissing. It feels like something more. Javi can’t think, but he sure as hell can feel, and he’ll feel this for days, weeks, months, maybe years if he’s really unlucky and there’s no feeling strong enough to replace this one.

The pillows that stood between them are now strewn across the floor as are the pretences. This isn’t one coworker tolerating another’s nighttime routine – at the very least, this is a friend helping a friend in a time of need. But that sounds too innocuous – too generous, even sacrificial. What they’re doing is fumbling around in the dark (even though Javi aches to turn on the lamp, to see, to savor) trying to find out how to get this over with the quickest, what will make the other cum first while learning how to drag this out, how to tease, how to get the other to the edge and no further. How to do this together. 

It starts with the kiss, with Javi lazily stroking his own cock until he dares to place his hand on Steve’s inner thigh. It’s a hesitant question and a final warning, and in response Steve’s breath hitches. They lock eyes for a moment before Javi removes Steve’s hand from his cock and replaces it with his own. There is no protest, only a low groan before he takes Javi’s cock in his hand with a firm grip that makes it feel more like retaliation than returned favor. It also feels way too fucking good. Javi takes it as an invitation for competition, his right hand is more dedicated and focused, moving faster while his left grabs Steve’s jaw and brings him into a kiss fueled by a passion that feels closer to rage than love. 

Javi takes Steve’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it slightly, as if a gentle pull in the right direction would bring Steve into Javi’s lap. It elicits a startled jump in his ragged breath - and they were long overdue to pull back for a breath - Javi takes the opportune moment to tell Steve to come closer in a voice that one uses to discipline an unruly soldier. 

Javi has to maintain a certain amount of control through aggression lest he let the mask slip and reveal his own nervousness, his curiosity, how little he really knows about how this is supposed to go, and how much he wants to press Steve flat on the mattress and take this slow. 

He finds himself moving hastily to shift himself and his partner - now in work and in sex - into a position where he can jerk them both off simultaneously, cocks loosely held together in his fist. Javi’s thrusts lead and Steve’s follow. 

Neither of them last very long. 

There’s a collective initial sigh of physical relief and a subsequent realization of what had just occurred between the two of them. 

What is he supposed to say? ‘Thanks’? ‘Sleep tight’? Is he supposed to say anything at all?

Murphy gets out of bed disturbing the relative peace in the air. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Javi asks.

“Shower,” Murphy says, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom. “Ever heard of one?”

“Thought you didn’t wanna take a shower ‘cause it would make it harder to sleep.”

And that’s how we ended up here. 

“I’m not going to bed like this,” he says, gesturing to the mess he and Javi had both left on his stomach. 

“I don’t wanna go to bed like this either, but it’s four in the goddamn morning.” They’re back to whisper yelling and somehow it feels nice to have that sense of normalcy. 

Murphy stands there waiting for a better argument, but instead he gets Javi storming out of bed straight towards him and dragging him into the shower. 

It’s not romantic, not in the slightest - they argue over the water temperature and who’s taking up too much room. They don’t wash each other’s hair or look at each other with stars in their eyes. But, they leave their clothes on the floor and slip into bed naked, not holding each other, but not wincing when their shoulders touch. 

“Did that really happen last night?” Murphy asks with a yawn, forcing Javi to confront reality after he’s pressed snooze more than once. 

“I don’t know,” he says. “You tell me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I think so.” He sounds more confident with every word. 

“Okay. Then, I think so too.” 

[lsunstreakerl]

for the kink prompt: maybe some catboy max? im such a sucker for subby max asking for (read: silently demanding) attention

don't ask me any worldbuilding questions or the color of anything. (especially don't ask me how it ended up being 1.5k words. I swear I was watching the word count.) this is pretty much complete smut. you weren't very specific with what kind of catboy, so I went with whatever. this is... probably not what you were thinking of. here you go anyways :)

HI this is. very clearly a kink prompt fill. terribly explicit content ahead I'm afraid. not violent just horny.

pairings: lewis hamilton/nico rosberg, lewis hamilton/max verstappen, implied lewis hamilton/max verstappen/nico rosberg

relevant heads up: return of the the maxussy, people/animal hybrids as pets, heats.

Nobody told Nico how much work having a catboy was going to be. Max likes to cause problems- he'll curl up all sweet on their laps before randomly deciding to bite, he has a personal vendetta with Lewis's monstera in the dining room, and he's outscored them both on every single competitive video game they have.

The shelter said he was still young, and had warned them his personality was still developing- and like a pair of complete idiots both Nico and Lewis had thought that was cute.

Now they have a menace.

Jenson had practically cried laughing at them the first time Nico called to ask for advice, before informing him that Sebastian was equally as terrible until they got him Charles.

Nico isn't sure adding another cat to the mix is going to fix anything- and Max is actually being cute now, sprawled across Lewis on the couch purring. His tail flicks occasionally, soft swishes against the side of the couch, and sometimes his ears will twitch at a noise, but he's being behaved.

Probably because Lewis has just gotten back from looping them both around Monte-Carlo a few times, trying to get some of the excess energy out.

It's worked, thankfully.

Nico wanders over, leaning down to kiss Lewis as one hand reaches into Max's hair, scratching between his ears.

The purring ratchets up a notch, and Max's eyes blink open slowly, nestling his face further into Lewis's chest.

"Did Lew finally wear you out, you little beast?"

Max simply stretches out his legs, whole body arching with a soft noise before he's curling back up. He's watching Nico lazily, and Lewis's hand is running down his back in long, smooth strokes.

"I guess we need to add more running into the routine. He liked watching the harbor- we should see if he's interested in swimming sometime."

Nico raises an eyebrow.

"Lewis, he's a cat."

Lewis shrugs, scratching down Max's spine.

"So? He's a weird cat."

Nico can't exactly argue that.

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Lewis is trying to get some paperwork handled for Toto, but Max is being suspicious. Suspicious as in he's being behaved.

He's curled up tight in the armchair, watching out the balcony window. His ears are alert and forward, and Lewis isn't sure he's actually moved a whole lot in the last hour. The very tip of his tail twitches occasionally, and his hands are neatly folded in his lap.

On the one hand- Lewis should probably go check that out. On the other hand- Max is not currently trying to bite at Lewis, or his plants, or putting holes in the curtains, so he's inclined to let it slide, at least until he gets a few more emails done.

It's only when he's hitting send that he realizes. Max doesn't usually spend time in the home office with him, because it's boring unless he's actively being a brat, but sometimes, when the weather is nice enough-

Lewis sighs, rolling his eyes as he stands and makes his way over to the chair, trying to see what Max is seeing.

Yup. Carlos is throwing a frisbee for Daniel down by the harbor, both of them tanned and shirtless. Lewis has no idea how either of them have that much energy, but- he supposes that's why Carlos got an Aussie. They're excitable like that.

Unlike Lewis and Nico, who have ended up with a bratty Dutchie. Max is technically also Belgian, but not enough to be on his pedigree, so his papers read standard Amsterdam.

"Stop ogling the neighbors dog, please."

Max makes a small noise in the back of his throat, looking back up at Lewis. His eyes are larger than normal, and when Lewis gently rubs at his ears, he's running a bit hotter than usual as well.

Shit.

"Oh, oh no. Are you seriously in heat?"

Max just blinks, pushing his head further into Lewis's palm. Lewis sighs, leaning down and wrapping an arm under his thighs before lifting. Max snuggles into him and starts purring.

It's sweeter than Lewis would like to admit. Max's tail brushes against his thigh as he walks them into the bedroom, dropping Max down onto the bed.

If blatantly staring at the neighbors hadn't given it away, the way Max drops his legs open and arches his back is a clear sign of heat.

"I know, I'm on it sweetheart, one second."

Lewis shoots off a text to Nico before digging into one of the drawers. They'd known it was a possibility- one of the perks of having catboys is the high sex drive, and Dutchies are particularly known for it- something about the Amsterdam line just makes them needy.

The shelter had informed them that Max hadn't had a heat since he was rescued, but that they might return on a regular schedule in a stable environment. Apparently, Lewis and Nico have finally provided that, six months after bringing Max home.

Nico is going to be so jealous he's not present for the start of Max's.

Max whines from the bed, and Lewis snags a few of the toys before coming back over. Poor Max is already a mess- a clear wetness soaking into the sweatpants they keep him in, tail flicking. His ears are slightly pinned back, and he's kneading at the duvet.

Lewis swings a leg over the bed, straddling Max's thighs as he brings his hands to his chest, already puffy and soft under his palms.

Max keens, arching up into him, and Lewis knows he's going to have his hands full until Nico gets home.

"I've got you, don't worry."

Lewis lifts up for a moment, sliding the sweatpants off and tossing them somewhere across the room. Max's thighs are shiny with slick, and Nico's going to kill him for doing this without him, but there's no way Lewis is going to resist- brings his head down and licks a stripe across Max's core, hot and wet.

Max's thighs clamp around his head, and Lewis grins, brings his hands up, gripping one of Max's thighs with his right, holding him down by the waist with his left.

Max bucks into his mouth, already making cute little noises above him.

Lewis brings his head back down, traces out patterns into Max with his tongue as he progressively falls further apart, before he licks a bit higher, latches his mouth around Max's clit and sucks.

Max wails, shuddering under Lewis's hands as he comes, and he's definitely making a mess, slick dripping out of him. Lewis doesn't mind- they'll change the sheets later.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, crawling up Max's stomach to toy with his chest again, even as Max squirms underneath him, panting.

"Be good, sweetheart. Nico will be home soon."

Max's eyes are big and wet as he looks at him, and Lewis really can't help it, not when he's being cute.

Nico won't know if he sneaks two before he gets home.

He runs his hand between Max's legs, collecting slick before pressing it to Max's mouth, feels his rough tongue lapping at Lewis's fingers.

Lewis takes back every comment he's made about Max being badly behaved- if he's this sweet his entire heat, every time, Lewis will pretend not to notice the missing leaves on his plants.

Max is sucking at his fingers like it's what he was born to do, even though he must feel needy and empty, and Lewis half wonders if the solution to his behavioral problems is just keeping him horny.

He'll run it by Nico later.

Lewis leans down to suck at Max's chest, leaves little bite marks across his skin before catching a nipple in his teeth and nipping, listening to the breathy noise Max makes.

He keeps at it, letting it slowly build, because if he can also teach some patience here it'll be a miracle. Max is getting red underneath him, splotches across his neck and down his chest, and he can't stay still under Lewis's wandering hands.

Lewis can tell he's getting close when Max starts frantically clawing at his back and biceps as he keeps teasing him, before Lewis finally gives in and shoves a thigh between his legs, right up against his wet heat.

Max immediately grinds up, desperate and needy, chasing pleasure against the muscle of Lewis's leg. It's a bit of a power rush, knowing he could move it back, leave Max hanging until Nico gets here. He doesn't, because he's not feeling that mean, and Max has been good today.

It doesn't take very long before Max comes again, riding the orgasm with weak little shivers, still keeping Lewis's thigh clamped between his own.

Lewis can heart the clatter of keys into the bowl in the living room, and then their door is swinging open, Nico's eyes immediately dropping to the bed.

"You got started without me!"

Lewis grins, deliberately grinds his thigh down where Max is still oversensitive just to hear him whine, watch him twitch away from it below him.

"I wouldn't be too worried about missing anything."

Nico's already pulling off his jacket and shirt, making his way to the bed. His eyes are dark, focused on Lewis and Max like something he wants to eat.

Lewis is sure his own expression isn't much better.

[aristocratic-otter]

It's been a few...mostly because I had so many chapters needing editing and posting that I didn't actually have much time to write! And, like many of you, I've been working on Valentines (still working on Valentines) (a few are gonna be late). I've got writing donethis week, though, so here goes:

Thank you to: @monbons, @thewholelemon, @nausikaaa, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @confused-bi-queer,

@larkral, @bookishbroadwayandblind,@best--dress, @j-nipper-95, @leithillustration,

 @rimeswithpurple, @roomwithanopenfire, @prettygoododds, @noblecorgi, @artsyunderstudy, for tagging me over the last couple of weeks.

The good news is, if I don't have sentences for it below, a chapter probably was posted in the last two weeks. With no further ado, here's a few sets of (probably about) six sentences.

From Stars, Flowers, and Children:

I thought it might take some searching; it’s been years, after all. It would have been unsurprising if Davy's corpse had been carried off in dozens of different pieces by local scavengers. 

But no. He’s right where we left him. 

All of the indestructible parts of him, anyway. Any fragments of clothing or flesh or organs have gone…he’s a pile of sun-bleached bones face down in the sand. A few metal bits like his belt buckle and some copper buttons are scattered amongst  the bones, but no soft parts remain.

From my Visitor Baz AU: 

Penny doesn’t understand why this bothers me so much. She doesn’t get it. Baz is just…indelible. Somehow, Watford isn’t Watford now that he’s gone. I don’t know how to be, without my sneering roommate tossing insults at me all the time. 

Fuck, I even sound pathetic to myself. 

I fold my elbows over my eyes and groan, long and loud. Fuck me, what am I going to do? And that’s when I hear him.

“Problems, Snow?”

 From CORB #1, Baby Mine with @argumentativeantitheticalg

Fuck, I’ve started to think of this situation as if it were going to be long term. I need to stop. I’ll just break my own heart. Simon has a life, a job. If I’m lucky, he’ll agree to weekend visitation with our daughter, once this mystery is solved. I’ll see him for a few minutes in passing as we exchange Abigail at the front door. 

My eyes are stinging. I need to change this train of thought now before I utterly humiliate myself. “When do you need to return to London?” I blurt. 

Oh, well done, Basilton. That’s absolutely changing the subject.

From CORB #2: The Stoves Come On At Night, with @ebbpettier

I’ve learned a few things from Vera, who’s nearly old enough to have served the Pitches when they lived here. She told me that the room I chose belonged to Mordelia’s brother who died young. Apparently, after he died, the Grimms kept the boy’s room as it was when he’d lived, like some sort of memorial. And their daughter has continued the tradition since the property descended to her. I guess that explains why the decor is simpler in my room. 

Maybe it should creep me out that my bedroom belonged to a dead kid, but it’s an old house. Probably every bedroom has belonged to someone who’s since died. And I’m not superstitious. 

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@martsonmars, @whatevertheweather, and @youarenevertooold

[nahisummerhold]

Emotional Lock Down

Daily Writing Challenge

February 2025

Day Two - Cage

“So your new house is coming together,” Jamis said she had been telling him about it since she got it. The towering ex-Argent healer and therapist continued, “Are you glad you bought it? 

Nahi hadn’t seen him since they went on leave, but she was experiencing a lot recently and no longer knew exactly who to talk to. Or even what it was that she felt she needed to share… that was it wasn’t it? She felt she couldn’t share with almost anyone…. Nahi smiled and nodded, noticing a fleck of paint on her nail, she thought she got all of it off. Maybe a new scrub for her shower or a nail brush.

Jamis cleared his throat, “The house?”

Blinking up at him, “Hmm? Oh yes! It is not much but I love it and I don’t need much space anyway. It is really lovely, I have been making some changes to make it more me.”

Picking up a mug of kava and nudging another at Nahi, they were in a little place up on a hill in Dornagal where there was as much privacy as they could find in neutral ground. Stone chairs were not very comfortable, but talking with him was never comfortable but that was the nature of the work she was doing, “Your messages have been coming more often lately. Going to guess it  is not the house troubling you.” 

“Well,” a dark hand reached out to tug the handle of her mug to her, then she used a single finger to push the mug by the handle in a circle on the table, “there are a lot of changes lately in my life.” He said nothing, just waiting for her to talk about why she wanted to meet, not just text. “I met with Iren.” That night bothered her more than just introducing one of her lovers to her step-father, the meeting she needed to deal with, but that wasn’t something she needed his help with, handling Je’champe would be done on her own.

His hand came up and rubbed his beard, “Tell me how that went.”

Uncrossing and recrossing her legs at her ankles, her proper posture a habit, “It was great, I was going to tell him about the house, that I was going to live in the city when I didn’t have gigs.”

“But not that you are part of the company,” he said, guessing that caveat. 

“No,” she said, it was one of the things she hadn't done that Jamis suggested. “He has enough to worry about with my mother, he said she is fading more.”

Jamis took a drink and looked into her eyes, her legs bounced nervously, and then she went on, “I don’t want him to worry more, maybe after…”

“After your mother dies.” He finished, “You know her death will not undo all the fucked up shit she put in your head right? It might even get worse. What happens when she dies and you have complicated feelings about it. Will you just lock those away in that place with your other emotions?”

She looked at him, aghast, a trembling started in her shoulders, and her lips parted, tears filled the inner corners of her eyes, picking up the purple in the reflection as well as some gold from the candle on the table. A defiant tip of her chin drew her head up, her bottom lip shook, then she took a deep breath through her nose and every sign of her impending breakdown locked away. 

“Just… like… that…” he stated. “Nahi, you need to fix this, you need to unlock your emotions, it is alright to be mad, sad, happy, enraged, despondent, ecstasy, fear, surprise. Any of the thousands of emotions we feel on a regular basis.” He let his words of permission sit so that maybe they would take root, “You have them, I have seen them in your eyes, in the things we talk about, you just don’t trust letting anyone see them.”

Nahilvi took a shuddering breath, “I show emotion, they are not all locked away. I am making friends, letting people close.”

He looked her over, more than a hint of interest in his gaze, letting her continue as he took a drink of the hot liquid. 

“Have even been getting to know people inside of the company,” she said, with a hint of ‘I am doing it ok!’ To her tone,

“Of all the people in the company, who would you consider as a friend?” He asked her. 

The first was an easy answer, “Tinn, maybe Fio, they know more about me except Nara, but she is different.” After that she hesitated. “I like others too, but I have trouble defining connections with them.”

Jamis nodded, “What about these people outside the company?”

“There are the Commanders of the guard, Kelz’thalas B’andtherion and Allasticus B’andtherion, I like them and have had both over to the house. Lynesse, who you know, I have been working in the Shielded Mind with her training me. There is a man that knows some people in the company, you might even know him, Sol Cindersong and some people Naralinthe knows around the city.” She was rattling off names quickly but after the first few some of the warmth in her tone faded a bit.

“Very nice little list, did you just rattle off most of the people you know in the city now?” He watched her lower her eyes, “In some ways you are much younger than your years, Nahilvi.”

That drew a scowl and harsh huff, “I am fucking tired of that thought.”

A smile curved his lips, “Others have said something? Well, you are older than many in some ways too, just ways you choose not to show. Now that list? I am going to guess that you haven’t really spent meaningful time with any of them.”

 “Tinn has come over and we have chatted, so have the B’andtherions, I still spend time with others in the city, always nice to see those in the company, and the volunteering at the clinic a couple times a week.” Nahi rattled off the information for him like they were accomplishments on a resume, a resume of being an emotionally open person.

Jamis held up a hand, “Quite an accomplishment letting people into your space, that is a good step,” truth hung in his words, he wasn’t patronizing her.“Before we meet again, which I would recommend next week because I really need to get out of the house, the kids are driving me crazy. “A bright grin could be seen through the heavy beard.  “I want you to do something, now that you feel you are making actual friends, not just acquaintances, I want you to write down things that are personal that you have told them, and consider what the word ‘friend’ means to you. You spend a lot of time with certain people but I do not hear you call them friends, so show me what emotional openness you use to connect to the ones you call friends.” 

“Homework, why is it always homework with you?” Nahi said, letting the tension she was still holding go with a joke. 

Jamis just looked at her, not amused, her humor didn’t often hit with him either. “Because you work daily to change, not just when we are together.”

(Tags for baby mentions

@kharrisdawndancer @fio-renze @themadamelioness @kelzthalasbandtherion @allasticus @gloamingdawn @solstryce )

@daily-writing-challenge

[kittyminion]

wish i was her soccer player!ellie x introvert!reader (college au)

-explicit 18+, fluff, smut, you and ellie are seniors in college -you and ellie have lived and known each other for almost three years, but things are still awkward and quiet between the two of you, but one night, when you catch ellie having sex with a girl in your apartment, things forever change between the two of you. will you ever open up to her, or are you forever stuck lusting from afar? -word count: 3.7k

You and Ellie had been roomates for two years, ever since your sophomore year of college, and although you'd spent plenty of days sitting in the same living room, eating the same shit meals, and walking the same routes on the main campus, it was still very much awkward.

One day, in the late night she came home from soccer practice, she'd collapse next to you on the couch, far enough away that you were nowhere near touching her, but close enough that you could smell the sweat dripping off her body.

Ellie said nothing as she sat there, her head thrown back against the couch, eyes closed. You set down your pen, your notes long forgotten and glanced over at her, wondering if she'd fell asleep just as quick as she collapsed on the couch, but as you reached over towards her, your fingers ready to poke at her sticky skin, her eyes suddenly shot open and she glared at you when she saw you.

"Sorry." You repeated lowly, removing yourself quickly and gathering your things. Ellie attempted to call your name, but you ignored her, too busy being embarrassed.

Hopefully she didn't think ill of you, all you were trying to do was see if she was asleep.

Weeks moved by without either of you saying a word to each other, just the occasional awkward wave when you entered, or a quick sorry if she brushed to close to you in the kitchen. But one thing didn't change: the habits.

You'd leave out the vegetables she didn't like in the food you cooked, then wrap it up in her favorite tubberware and lunch bag for her lunch the next day, and Ellie would do the same, adding in little trinkets she either found randomly or bought at stores when she thought of you.

When the silence became unbearable for Ellie, she'd proposed the both of you go out for dinner in town and you agreed.

"Nothing too fancy. I just want us to get out of this fucking apartment." "Perfect." You said afterwards, your voice quiet and low like it usually was around her.

Maybe it was just intimidation that had you shy and no where near as sociable as you usually were. Ellie was tall, taller than you at least, with a muscular and toned body that shined in sweat most of the time you saw her.

She was either in the gym, in class, at practice, or home (just barely). Her soft green eyes were the gem of her face, piercing, but loving in a way you'd never seen before.

As the two of you walked to a local pizzeria in your town, she'd started up conversation. "I see you reading a lot. What do you read?" Her voice was a bit gruff, tired. "A lot of fiction, I guess. Sometimes my mood picks what I read though, so nothing specific."

Ellie nodded, her lip notched between her teeth as she ushered you around a huge puddle on the sidewalk, her hair damp from her previous shower.

She ran her fingers through it and glanced over at you, "why are we so weird with each other? It's like we don't know each other at all," she laughed a bit at the statement, but her face was melancholy as she said it, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jeans.

You shrugged, picking at your nails, staring straight ahead at another couple walking in front of you. They were women, bundled so tightly together that in the dark, you could barely tell where one ended and the other began.

You wholeheartedly wished you'd had an experience like that, but past relationships hadn't done you so well, and you struggled to open up, afraid of your secrets being used against you.

Maybe that was to blame for your lack of friends.

"I don't know, Ellie. I don't really warm up to people that well." She nodded in understanding, pulling open the door to the pizzeria and allowing you to enter first.

You let out a relieved sigh at the warmness inside, following a hostess to an empty booth. Ellie sat across from you, her feet tangling with your own as they usually did when the both of you sat together at a table.

You didn't mind it though. You honestly thought it was kind of cute.

After ordering drinks, you and Ellie indulged into conversation, about any and everything.

"So you were adopted?" Ellie nodded at the question, "yep. I was in foster care until I was around fourteen then a man named Joel adopted me. He'd just lost his daughter a year earlier and wanted to make someone else's life better I guess. It was great though. He didn't suffocate me with anything and let me get comfortable, what about you? What was your childhood like?"

You cringed at the question a bit, distracting yourself with a sip of your drink. Suddenly, Ellie reached across the table and grabbed your hand gently, her fingers brushing against your wrist, "you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable."

You shivered at the contact, cheeks ablaze, nodding to yourself, "well it was rough. Both my parents were extreme control freaks so that meant I was controlled. I had no say in my life whatsoever; what sports I'd play, who I was friends with, everything. I got so fed up, so when it was time to go to college, I completely cut off contact. Changed my number, email, even begged family members to not tell them where I was."

Ellie was frowning at you, her hands still clutching onto your own, "have you talked to them since?"

"Not since a year ago." Ellie's eyes squinted then surprise exploded on her face, "I remember that! I had no clue what was wrong, and I remember asking, but you'd locked yourself in your room for days."

You nodded, letting out a groan and Ellie chuckled, "don't be embarrassed, we all have our moments."

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A few months had gone by since you and Ellie had dinner, and things were great.

You both spent more time together in your free time, and slowly, you opened up more and more about your broken past and the trauma it left you, and Ellie did the same.

Sometimes, you'd found yourselves sleeping in each others rooms, bundled up tightly and intimately, Ellie running her fingers through your hair or you rubbing out knots in her skin.

Other times, you'd catch her watching you. Sometimes it was if you were making food in the kitchen and she was doing homework, other times, you'd just came out of the bathroom from a steamy shower, and her eyes were glued to your damp thighs, muscles tightening as she watched you walk into your bedroom, often times oblivious of her stare.

But, you did the same as well, watching her when she came home from practice, stripping prematurely into her sports bra and low-hanging sweatpants or when a lid was on just a smidge too tight and her muscles strained opening it.

Or perhaps when Ellie sat on the couch, watching her soccer clips intently and jotting down notes on how she could improve. Her lips were red from biting them, eyebags heavy under her eyes, but she looked so fucking pretty, freckles littered across her cheeks and that fucking scar that pulled every time she bit down on her lip.

She ran a hand through her short hair and leant back against the couch with a sigh. When she caught eyes with you, she smirked, a knowing look in her eye, but she patted the couch next to her and welcomed you into her arms like you were a frightened kitten.

She kissed at your cheeks teasingly, noting how pretty you looked in your clothes, then her hand dipped low towards the waistband of your pants. You gasped lowly, and she stopped, but kept her hand frozen there, seemingly distracted from the clips on the tv.

But you heard her heartbeat, rapid in her chest, her skin flushed, hair standing from a shiver.

You were happy at the reaction she'd given you, but what would you do now? Kiss her? Touch her? You had no idea, and you definitely didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

Before you could decide, the doorbell to your apartment rang and Ellie moved away from you gently, standing up to go open the door.

She greeted someone behind it and once they entered, your eyes widened as you sat up.

Ellie introduced you to the girl, Dina.

Was this Ellie's girlfriend? it definitely seemed like it, judging by how close they stood, but Ellie was watching you, instead of paying attention to Dina, but before she could say anything, you were already halfway out of the room, headed towards your bedroom, skin on fire from embarrassment.

It felt like she made a fool of you, teasing you every chance she got all the while she had a girlfriend.

Throughout the night, Ellie didn't bother you, but you could hear the hushed laughter and conversation in the living room. You busied yourself with homework, that seemed to neverend, and once you finally heard Ellie retire to her room, Dina trailing after her, you ate something quick and locked yourself back in your room.

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It was like a never ending cycle. Wake up, go to class, work, then back home.

Dina had come over plenty of times throughout the last few weeks and that solidified your relationship with Ellie; strictly roommates.

You missed your intimate moments with her, but neither of you attempted to repair that part of your relationship, so you left it alone, a piece of your heart chipped.

Ellie seemed to spend more and more time away from the apartment, but you knew it was because of her constant games.

One night, when you'd spent a little too much time in the library, you dragged yourself home, exhausted and thankful that the weekend was only a day away.

You took out your keys, ready to pass out in bed, then you unlocked the door, tossing your keys onto the counter. But just as you unzipped your jacket, you heard the sounds of moaning.

A few feet away, on the couch in the living room lay a naked Ellie, wrapped tightly around Dina. Ellie's mouth was locked tightly around Dina's boob as the dark haired girl threw her head back against the couchs armrest.

You watched the scene with wide eyes, your cheeks red, your thighs clenched tightly together.

It wasn't until Dina's eyes finally opened that she saw you. "What the fuck?" Dina shouted, scrambling to cover herself. Her voice was slurred, and as Ellie turned around, her ass perched in the air, she gasped, quickly wrapping herself in a throw blanket.

"Shit, I'm so sorry!" She slurred out, wrenching Dina off the couch and ushering her into her bedroom.

You didn't know what to say. It definitely looked like you'd been watching them for a while, but in truth you weren't. Besides, how would you not look like a creep.

You wanted to disappear into a hole, but before you could do anything of the sort, Dina was rushing out of Ellie's bedroom, fully dressed, embarrassed, and mumbling sorry's to you as she pushed past you and left, slamming the front door behind her.

You ran a tired hand down your face, and shook your head.

Ellie called your name before you could go into your room and you inhaled deeply, crossing your arms as she came over to you, "look, I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." She grabbed your hands and you slowly shook your head disappointed in yourself.

You were no where near uncomfortable. If anything, you were hot, wet, and wishing you were Dina, beneath Ellie as she groped and sucked all over your body.

That's what embarrassed you the most.

Squeezing your thighs together, you shook your head, "Ellie, it's okay." You adverted your eyes from her perky nipples through her shirt and slid farther into your room, pulling your hands from Ellie's grip.

"It's not fucking okay. Forgive me, please?"

"I forgive you." She was surprised at your quick forgiveness, but grinned, surprising you with a quick peck against your cheek.

Your panties were soaked.

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A few weeks had went by, and since spring break had finally rolled around, you were no longer drowning in schoolwork.

A party was being hosted that night, celebrating the undefeated women's soccer team for your college. So, that meant Ellie was going, and in turn, she'd begged you to go, saying it was important for you to relax, unwind, and go bat shit crazy.

You agreed. Only because she had asked.

You decided to wear a simple outfit; a blood red asymmetrical skirt and spaghetti strap top that matched the skirt perfectly. When you left your room, Ellie wistled, a mischievous smirk on her lips.

You twirled playfully, "it's cute right? I got it on sale." Ellie scoffed, "you're cute. Have you seen yourself?" Ellie pushed back a strand of your hair and you felt that same giddy feeling in your chest you felt during the Dina situation.

But, you didn't suppress it. Besides, you enjoyed being the subject of her eyes and you honestly missed the flirtyness between the two of you.

She picked at the lace on your skirt, her chilly fingertips brushing against the skin of your thighs, causing you to shiver. Ellie ignored it though, throwing her arm over your shoulder as the two of you continued out of your apartment.

The party was being hosted in a apartment complex, far too small for the amount of attendants, judging by the overflow in the hall of the building and even onto the lawn of the apartment building.

Ellie guided you inside, greeting multiple people who were on her team. It was obvious that she was popular though, considering she was the captain of the team.

But throughout all her greetings, she never let go of you, either holding your hand firmly or arm wrapped around your waist.

When the dancing around the two of you got a little to rowdy and you were bumped violently into her side, she said a simple, "watch it," her voice raised loud enough to reach their ears.

Once you finally made it to the kitchen, Ellie served you a drink, "I hope you like tequila." Your nose wrinkled at the thought of the drink, but you took it nonetheless, awaiting the tipsiness that would surely overcome you later.

"Doing okay?" Ellie wondered, sipping her drink while leaning against the counter. You nodded, "perfect. We should dance." Ellie was a bit surprised at your offer, but she downed the rest of her drink that grabbed your hand, dragging you onto the makeshift dance floor in the living room.

The song was sensual and slow, so Ellie placed her hands on your hips, forehead resting against your own as she rocked the two of you back and forth, whispering the lyrics of the song to herself.

Your skin was hot and slippery, not only from the temperature in the apartment, but also because of Ellie's chilly breath against your face. You grabbed at the sides of her torso, hands fisting her shirt as you did so.

Ellie was staring at you pointedly, eyebrows relaxed as she reached up to your jaw, brushing at it gently.

You didn't know where this side of Ellie had come from, but you loved it. Maybe it was the subtle glances you sent her way in the past few weeks, after Dina had left your apartment in a rush.

Or maybe it was a few night ago, when you were in the shower:

-It was late and quiet in the apartment. Ellie wasn't home, probably busy with practice, or in the library, cramming as she usually did.

As the water poured down your body, you remembered what had happened with Ellie and Dina. The way Ellie's body was so muscular and toned, the flush of her skin as she and Dina were on the couch, touching each other excitedly.

Before you knew it, your hand was trailing slowly down your torso and your fingers were flicking at your clit rapidly. A sweet moan escaped your lips as you leant against the cool tiles in the shower, your hair soaked and wet against your skin.

You thrust a finger inside yourself, curling it just right until your back arched and your legs shook with pleasure. As your thrusting quickened and your moans got louder and sweeter, you reached up to your breasts, tugging at your nipple as pleasure exploded across your vision.

Your legs were shaking, your back arched, and when you finally felt your body clench tightly, you wrenched your fingers out of yourself, squealing as a rain of liquid sprayed inside the shower.

You twisted the faucet in the shower, shutting off the water, and just as you did, you heard a moan.

The shadow under the door froze and then you heard frantic footsteps rush away from your door-

Ellie had been listening to you fuck yourself inside the bathroom, and it turned you on, made your brain turn into a mush as you imagined her, outside the bathroom, fingers thrust into her own cunt as she listened to you get yourself off.

It seemed like she could read your mind because before you knew it, Ellie's lips were on your own, fingers threaded into your hair, lips notching against yours as she kissed you.

It seemed like the world had stopped around you, the only thing you were focused on was the feeling off her body pressed against yours and her abs underneath your fingertips as you reached under her shirt.

"Fuck!" Ellie spat, pulling away, arm tightening around your waist.

"What's wrong, Ellie?" You muttered, lips trailing down her neck. You sucked softly, pressure building in your belly as she moaned, eyes rolling closed as she groped your breast, pinching at your nipple through your shirt.

"Let's go find someplace quiet." She said, determined, eyes hard and glazed over with lust and want.

She pulled you out of the stuffy apartment and into a small quartyard behind the building, surrounded by bushes with a wooden bench in the center.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you." She said, inhaling deeply as she pushed you onto the bench, tugging down your skirt then pressing a wet kiss on your knee.

"How long?" She cursed underneath her breath, lifting one of your legs up onto the bench as she brushed a finger over your cunt, pressing against your clit.

You moaned, reaching up into her hair and tugging gently, your head thrown back, thankful for the chilly wind outside cooling you down.

"Ever since I saw you. But, you were reserved and I didn't know how to tell you I liked you, so I kept quiet."

Ellie kissed your inner thigh, her other hand reaching under your shirt to grope your breasts. You hiked your other legs on the bench, staring up at the dark sky, a star shooting past as Ellie kissed your cunt through your panties.

"What about Dina? I thought you two were together." Ellie chuckled at your statement, shaking her head quickly as she pulled down your panties and immediate stuck an eager finger inside of you, curling it until she felt that spongy spot.

"Shit, Ellie!" You stuttered out, tugging her up by her shirt to kiss her again.

Your wetness dripped onto the bench underneath you and Ellie cursed, ripping her shirt off hastily to spread it underneath you.

You pulled the straps of her bra down and popped one of her nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it until her fingers stuttered inside of you.

"Dina was only to help me to forget you, but it didn't work. Every second I saw her, I thought of you. The plushness of your thighs, the curves of your body, how soft your skin looked every time you came out of the bathroom, how thoughtful and kind you are. Then I heard you, in the shower the other night and I fucking lost my mind."

As you finally came undone on her fingers, she kneeled, pressing her hot mouth against your cunt to lap up your come.

When she sat next to you, you unbuttoned her pants, slipping them down her legs, reveling at her cunt as she clenched it waitingly.

"I've thought about you too, Ellie. I couldn't stop thinking about you, naked, fucking Dina that night. I wanted to be her, be the one you touched."

Ellie moaned, a raw, rough sort of thing that rang out in the courtyard, but you loved it nonetheless, rubbing at her clit to elicit more moans from her mouth.

"Will you come to my game next week? Show everyone how pretty your are with my number on you?" You blushed at her words, but agreed, "of course. I would love nothing more."

You fucked her with your fingers, muffling her breathless moans with more kisses until her body finally wound up and snapped violently, moan after moan escaping from her lips like a never ending song.

As you collapsed onto the bench next to her, you heard low voices.

"Fuck!" Ellie whispered, laughing a bit as she struggled to put on her pants, helping you fix the messiness of her hair, then pulling her bra back up.

You grabbed her shirt from the bench and threw it over her head, laughing as she tripped and almost busted her ass.

Once the both of you were finally dressed, a couple of girls entered the courtyard, oblivious to the scene that just played out.

"Williams! There you are, we've been looking for you." One of them said and Ellie stood, pulling you up with her, "what do you need?"

"The team's about to play beer pong. Care to join?" Ellie put her hands on her hips, humming to herself, "maybe?"

"Your pretty girlfriend can join too."

Ellie glanced over at you, waiting for your approval and once you said yes she nodded, "perfect."

[notveryflamboyantofyou]

Hi I’ve never done this before but I really like your art and I guess just wanna share my girl

This is Haru, Fujimitsu Haru, shes a jonin, she’s 5’1 and hasn’t grown since she became a genin, she was on Iruka’s genin team(that I don’t think is ever expanded on in canon so me making him one is fine-) and is the only one still on active duty, (Iruka’s off cause teacher, and Itsuki(the one with the two tone hair) is off cause he lost his left leg during the chunin exams)

When I made her I thought it’d be fun if she clan had a unique way of channeling chakra through their body that made them kinda glow, cause fun, and also because I imagine they’ve what is an absurd amount of chakra compared to like the average shinobi, but like compared to an uchiha or something its like a little over half the amount, maybe 3/4’s I’d say, if they really push it

Haru is a menace, she’s the reason Iruka can yell so loudly so fast and keeps telling him things that are technically classified for his rank but he man’s the mission desk in his spare time so he can know jonin secrets, as a treat, the hokage might not agree but what the hokage doesn’t know won’t hurt him, they’d know, Haru’s been telling Iruka these things for so long he’s almost forgotten he’s not supposed to know them(almost.)

She fights with a bo staff, has electrocuted someone with it before and will electrocute someone with it again and she is not and will not be sorry

Haru and Iruka actually on a team with Istuki in hopes of curbing their pranking ways in the academy, but jokes on the academy that just made the two of em get itsuki in on it and make em better at hiding it

I just, I think she’s fun and even if you don’t draw her I hope you find her at least a little funny

Reblog this with a reference of your (naruto) oc and a little blurb about them and I'll draw (some of) them (in a bit, when I'm done doing something)

[thecherrygod]

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