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novantinuum · 4 months ago

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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Gen Words: 2.8K~ Summary: Not too long after making peace with Homeworld and sparking the start of Era 3, Steven wakes up one morning to discover some... notable changes about himself.

AKA: The one where Steven finally hits his growth-spurt. All at once. Because of course the half-Gem kid could never experience such a human thing like puberty in a "normal" way.

[Part 1 of 2]

Just a few seconds later, knuckles rap against the door in answer to his perturbed cry.

“Yo Steve-o, that you in there?” Amethyst calls.

“Y-yeah?” he stammers. His brows threading inwards, he delicately runs his fingers over the ridge upon his throat, very much thrown off by the distinctly lower tenor of the sound coming from his own mouth. He swallows hard, pushing himself to speak again. Come on Steven, he berates himself, think of something lighthearted. This doesn’t have to be a bad thing. No need to completely freak out over this yet. “Who else would I be? It’s not like the whole town uses this bathroom…”

“I mean, I do sometimes. For fun.”

“Okay, fair point, but—”

“Dude, what’s wrong with your voice? Are you like, sick or somethin’?“

“No, it’s just—”

He squeezes his eyes shut, blocking out all the nebulous, spinning distractions of his mind and the world beyond. Deep breath. It’s okay. Tons of things about his form may be entirely different right now, but like… he seems fine. Right?? Nothing about his body feels tangibly wrong like it did when he willfully stretched himself out on his 14th birthday, or when he changed all his fingers into cats, or when he lost all control of his aging and morphed into an anciently old man and almost died, it’s just…

New.

New and wholly unfamiliar.

So what now? How can he bravely move forward with all this? What does he need to know?

“Have, uh… have you ever shapeshifted by accident in your sleep?”

“Not that I‘m aware of,” she says, and he can practically hear the shrug in her tone. “Shapeshifting is a conscious thing you do. It’s a choice, y’know? It doesn’t just happen.”

A good long moment passes as he drinks this information in. He runs his hand through the short curls at the back of his neck as he stands there in the pair of too-small banana yellow pajamas he fit in just fine last night, musing.

“Huh… I guess that makes things pretty simple, then.”

“What d’ya’—”

“Amethyst, I think I’m finally older,” he says, still absolutely mystified by this prospect as he gawks at himself in the mirror.

She gives a fond laugh. “Ch’a, right? You get older everyday, bud. Wild.”

“No, I mean I’m actually, physically older! Look!”

Steven whirls around and swings the bathroom door wide open to show her. Amethyst’s jaw drops.

“Whoa—! Dude!”

Chuckling nervously, he steps a few feet out, wriggling his bare toes against the wood floor. “I know, right?”

“What the heck, you weren’t kidding!” Before he can even move to say anything else, she spins on her heels and cups her mouth with her hands, hollering towards the temple door. “HEY, PEARL! GARNET! You gotta get out here and see this!”

His brows shoot towards his hairline, his heart hammering in his chest all the while at the thought of all the dumb show-and-tell he’s gonna have to deal with now. “Aww, come on, did you really have to—”

“Amethyst!” Pearl cries, scrambling through the still opening gap in the doorway with Garnet striding mere steps behind. She summons her spear from her gem and swings it to fighting stance with an artful flourish. “What happened? Where’s the threat? What do you need us for??”

Steven darts towards them, hands held up in a placating plea.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! There’s no danger! We’re fine. I just—”

“Oh, my stars—!” she gasps, allowing her spear to dissipate in a glittery flicker of light. “You’ve grown!”

“Nice look, Steven,” Garnet nods, a supportive smile gracing her lips.

“And you’re sure this is real this time? You’re not—?”

“No, no, I’m not stretching myself out, I promise. I just woke up like this.”

“B-but—” Pearl taps her fingers against her chin, appearing thoroughly puzzled— “I thought humans were supposed to age gradually, not all at once.”

Steven’s shoulders slump. “Well… that’s what I assumed too, but—”

“Come, sit with me,” Garnet says, walking around the warp pad to enter the living room. She sets herself down on the couch, patting the cushion in open invitation.

With a heavy, far too weary for his age sigh, Steven shoves his hands in the pockets of his too-small banana pajamas and plods his way over. The rest of the Gems follow suit. He settles himself right next to Garnet, with Pearl perched opposite to her and Amethyst happily lounging on the floor, leaning on the coffee table with her elbows.

“Steven’s aging hasn’t aligned with the norms of humanity for a very long time,” she observes, a glint of morning sun that’s beaming through the window catching on the edge on the edge of her star shaped visor. Then, turning to him: “I’m curious why you think this is.”

He hums, considering all the chaotic happenings of the past few years. Despite the rare query she poses, he gets the sense that… in her vast wisdom… she already knows the answer. Or at least, a small sum of it. It should be noted that her future vision— as far-reaching as it otherwise is with the vast possibilities of existence— can’t ever touch any knowledge that she won’t be conscious for or present to receive, let alone retroactively scry into the past.

(And honestly? Thank goodness for that.)

“I’m not sure,” he says, a half-lie.

He can think of one reason he might’ve started aging again. Though, it’s not something he’s ready to talk to the Gems about yet. It’s… far too delicate a topic to risk bringing up so soon after the start of peaceful Era 3. But after spending a whole childhood being constantly compared to and mistaken as various versions of his mom… let’s just say, having his gem torn from his body and getting to see it reform into a version of himself (and not her) was simultaneously the worst and the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him. While undeniably traumatic, this experience served as the ultimate proof that he doesn’t have to waste another second of his existence chewing away at some burgeoning identity crisis, that he can live his life however he wants. As Steven. Not as Rose, or Pink Diamond, just… Steven.

He’s not exactly sure how all this mental weirdness translates into him staying stuck looking like a little kid for like… six or so years, but after he returned home from his latest escapade on Homeworld, he could sense that— despite all the messed up stuff he and Connie went through— his spirit was lighter, somehow.

So maybe, he thinks, he simply had to peel away at all the damaged layers of his identity to ready himself to move on to the next stage of his life. Maybe he had to stare death in the eye and pass through the heart of the storm in spite of all these hardships before he could piece the foundational truths of his story back together and learn to finally live again.

To start shifting his hopeful gaze towards the dawn of their bright, sunny future…

“I mean, I always kinda thought he stopped aging because we never did,” Amethyst says then, laying her cheek on the table. “Like, it happened around the time you moved in with us, yeah?”

He purses his lips, scanning his memory. “Uh… I think so? It might have been a year before. Two, even. But I was definitely hanging out with y’all a lot by then.”

She leans over and playfully slugs him in the arm.

“See, there you go! You always wanted to be just like us when you were a kid, so much that you even wore that same ol’ star shirt every day to match ours, ha! You must’ve wanted to be a Gem so badly that you subconsciously stopped becoming older at all.”

“That’s actually a pretty solid theory, Amethyst,” Pearl chimes in. “Good thinking!”

“We have seen you shift your form in response to your perception of others around you,” Garnet says with a nod. “This has caused you to temporarily age and shapeshift in the past, but for you to age in a stable way now, your perception of self must have stabilized, too. I’m very happy for you, Steven.”

She tousles his mess of curls with her gold ringed hand, a welcome little offering of affection that he eagerly leans into.

And then, out of nowhere, Amethyst starts cackling.

“Dude,” she blurts out between her peels of laughter, nudging his foot with her elbow, “I just realized— Greg’s gonna totally lose his shit when he sees this…”

Pearl’s expression scrunches inwards with prickly displeasure. “Language!”

“What, it’s true!”

He waves Amethyst’s comment off. “Pshhh, my dad’s seen way weirder,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Like, did I ever tell y’guys how the cat fingers incident ended?”

“No!” the quartz exclaims with intensive fervor, and leans forward in anticipation. “Gimme the juicy deets, m’man!”

Garnet adjusts her visor then, her features falling into a dutiful line. “Speaking of Greg… story time can wait until later. Steven— if you want to see your father this morning, you need to head over there now… or there’s a good chance he’ll fall back asleep until one and you’ll miss your window.”

Amethyst’s lips fall into a pout as she slumps back against the foot of the couch, her arms crossed. “Awww, phooey. Spoil sport.”

He swallows a grimace as he internalizes Garnet’s prediction. Yeah, that sounds about right. That’s become a bad habit for his old man lately, staying up super late and then sleeping in almost half the day on weekends. Ever since he received that ten million dollar residues check it’s nothing that can hinder his financials anymore, thank goodness, but then again…

“Yeah… I should probably go make sure he wakes up,” he mutters, pushing his tired body off his seat. “I’ll need his help finding new clothes, anyways.”

The second he’s up and moving again, Amethyst darts around him and snatches his spot with such swift and viscous drive that one might believe this ploy were her sole quest and purpose in life. She stretches out against the seat back with a big, dramatic yawn, crossing her arms behind her head as she speaks.

“It’s too bad you can’t just… I dunno… summon whatever clothes you want out of light, like us. That’s like the biggest bummer of humanity, if you ask me.”

“And when do you ever experiment with your outfit enough to have a strong opinion about this?” Pearl prods, crossing her arms. “It took you almost a decade to fix that asymmetrical shoulder strap.”

“Well, P… I like to think of myself as a Gem who would experiment with my outfit. One day. If I’m ever really, really bored. Consider it an Era 3 aspiration.”

Steven rocks back and forth on his heels, absentmindedly fiddling with the fraying bottom hem of his pajama top.

“Okay, uh… well, I’m gonna dress to leave now, so—”

“Yeah, see ‘ya.”

“Send a text if you need anything!” Pearl says with a casual wave.

“And don’t forget…” Garnet begins, the ellipses in her tone practically visible with the naked eye.

He pauses in his dutiful march to the stairs— (a somewhat unsteady march… as it turns out, shooting up about a foot and a half in height overnight tends to impact one’s sense of balance for the worst, go figure)— turning back to intercept whatever life advice or future vision she’s prepared for him this time.

She grins, flashing him a quick heart with her hands instead. “We love you!”

Steven trudges across the hot sands to his dad’s car wash sans his favorite flip flops, trying his very darnedest to wipe away the developing grimace on his face all the while.

A small segment of him felt overjoyed when he first saw his reflection this morning, eager to look his age and finally grow up alongside his human friends. But after struggling to find anything that fits him even halfway right in his wardrobe, his good mood has rapidly spoiled. There’s a decent few reasons for this.

Reason number one: his old sandals are at least two sizes too small. His heels stick out over the end now, and the plastic thong digs into his toes something terrible. He literally can’t wear them without giving himself blisters. Ergo, his bare feet right now.

Reason number two: none of his jeans sit right around the waist anymore, plus they make him look like he’s waiting for a flood. (Though thankfully, he found a stretchy blue skirt buried in one of his drawers that will do the trick for now.)

And perhaps worst of all… reason number three: with his newly increased height, every single one of his treasured star shirts have been turned into ill-fitting crop tops, putting his gem on full display. He’s not against the concept of a crop top, but it sure ain’t a look he’s passionate about for everyday wear. It just feels… too exposing. Like, what about winter?? He can’t bear his whole midriff in winter, he’d freeze, and like… get hypothermia, or something. And not only that, but the longer he’s awake this morning the more an inescapable, thrumming ache starts to settle within the deepest core of his body, like even his bones themselves— the stubborn things— dare to object to this abrupt growth spurt.

Just… ugh. What an annoying hassle all these changes bring.

“Stupid shirt,” he grouses, tugging at the too-tight collar, “stupid sandals, stupid Gem puberty! Why, oh why can’t I ever go through human stuff normally?”

His bare foot catches upon a sizable stone hidden amongst the beach. On any other day he would’ve successfully broken his fall, stumbling forwards a few awkward steps before regaining his balance and continuing on his way. But with his body now so different, and his center of gravity entirely off from what he’s used to, he head plants straight into the ground.

Wow, he thinks, spitting sand out of his mouth and pushing himself back to his feet. How elegant. Truly the shining paragon of coordination and grace.

Thank goodness no one was watching. Next time he’ll just have to remember to float.

He arrives at his dad’s van with no further incident. The rear doors are— following Garnet’s prediction- cracked open. Dad’s awake, at least for now.

“Daaaaaaaad,” he hollers, cupping his hands around his mouth to project. “A really, really weird thing happened, and I kinda need your help!”

A few spare seconds pass, seconds filled with the rustles of shifting blankets, the sound of a book being shut closed, and his dad’s low murmurs. The doors swing wide, though not as wide as Dad’s eyes when they wander around their bright, sunny surroundings and eventually land square on him and his new look.

“Wh— Steven, holy smokes! Look at you!”

With an awkward chuckle, he scratches away at an itch at the nape of his neck. “Heh heh, I know, right?”

“You’re almost as tall as your old man! When did this happen? How did this happen?”

“Some point last night, I guess,” he shrugs. “I just woke up like this. But Dad—” he clings onto his arm with mounting desperation— “I need your help to find some new shirts. Don’t you have like… whole boxes of your old tour merch stashed away somewhere? I don’t wanna have to get rid of my star, I just— I just need a bigger size, or something.”

“Hmmm…” Dad muses, scratching at the scruff of his beard. “Well, maybe, but…”

“But what?”

“But if any of it’s still around, then it’s probably in Amethyst’s room. All of the stuff from the storage unit ended up with her, remember?”

“Oh…” he says, brows furrowed, not quite able to parse this fact within his memory yet. And then…

Ugh. That’s right.

Two New Years’ ago. The huge mess of crates and mattresses and long forgotten belongings. All that ridiculous Little Butler nonsense. Amethyst’s fight with Dad.

“Oh,” he mumbles, crossing his arms. “Right. Well, then let’s go find it!”

“R- right now?”

“Yeah, why not? I need new clothes, and you could see if there’s any old junk in there you might want to keep!”

With that, he grabs his dad’s hand and yanks him along, spirit filled with renewed purpose and vigor.

“And you’re sure you need my help for this?” Dad asks, lagging a step or two behind him as they march back across the beach together. “The Gems, they… well, they don’t usually want me going into the temple—”

“Oh, Amethyst will be fine,” he says with a wave of his palm. “She never cares when I go in there to check out her trash piles. ‘Sides, I need your help to find the right box! I have no idea what your old band stuff was stashed in.”

His dad flashes a tight smile, the sort he always serves up when he’s nervous, but also too timid to tell him that he’s nervous.

“Well… if you think she’ll allow it…” he relents, and picks up his pace to match his.

[End Part 1... more to be shared later.]

#i finished the art for this finally so y'all get a lil comic/fic exclusive until i can finish up the rest of it to post to AO3 #still trying to decide if i want to split this up or post it as one huge chapter anyways #su #steven universe #amethyst #garnet #pearl #greg universe #su fanart #su fanfic #my art stuff #my writing stuff #i've been working on and off on this short comic since december lol #and i've had pieces of this fic wip since 2019

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platinumshawnn · 10 months ago

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SINNER [ escapism ii] | jburrow

AN: Hi, back on my shit with a sequel to Escapism and I will be taking a century long break from writing smut because fuck, this shit took so long to write today that I’m pretty sure I preemptively aged 70 years.

The vibe for the sequel is SINNER by Mishaal Tamer gn kids

Warnings(s): Alcohol consumption, implied consent, fem!reader smut (MDNI, 18+); unprotected sex

Word count: 5.8k

LINK TO PT I Escapism:

Lauren had swept in a few minutes afterwards, with Nick in tow at her heels, her hand releasing his once she had reached the bar that had been her friend’s poor attempt at a saving grace; nearly falling over herself at the bottom step to the floor and practically falling into the pair. Lauren had glanced at Joe as she approached, breathless and laughing as her friend tore her gaze away from the blonde who stood upright at her arrival, the pair of women looking at each other. Her gaze had darted towards where Nick had come up on Joe’s right, nudging him with an elbow to get his attention whilst Joe had taken another long drink from his cup and slowly turning his eyes away after a pause, blue eyes scanning up and down his friend as though he had noted it too — a smear of lipstick to the side of his neck, the black t-shirt doing nothing to hide it.

“You looked like you needed some saving.” Lauren breathed out as she leaned into her, still breathless from her running down the floor and steps in a hurry; she slung an arm around her waist, drawing her attention away from the two men who had become engrossed in their own discussion.

“My savior.” She teased, the free hand not currently occupied with her drink lifting to pinch her cheek, grinning wide as Lauren swatted her hand away with playful whine about her makeup as she covered her cheek that pinkened from the light gesture of her friend. YN hummed as she took a drink from the whiskey sour in her hand, swallowing and lowering it to speak, “It was already messed up, I don’t think I could do more damage.” She commented, the buzzed smile on her face as she tilted her head in the direction of the men who were still preoccupied by whatever Nick was mid-explaining as the pair looked at his phone. Her hand rose to tap her bottom lip with a fingertip, a grin on Lauren’s face.

Her head tilted with a laugh, Lauren’s hand grabbing the hand that had reached out to her face and snagging it in her grasp, her fingers lacing with hers. “Dance with me, you’re not just here to look pretty.” Lauren said, leaning into her to ensure she could be heard as she began to tug her along and away from the bar however she was met by resistance.

“Oh, god, Lauren, no—“

“Come on!”

She could give it to her, that Lauren was stubborn and committed to making things happen — there was no denying her. She watched as her friend had turned, walking backwards as she pulled her along for a few steps as she watched YN’s features soften, caving into her demand as she sighed before grinning at her realization that she had won. Her shoulder grazed Joe’s, touching his back with her knuckles to get his attention for a moment as the two men turned momentarily, shoving the drink into his hand as she flashed a smile over her shoulder at him and followed Lauren into the crowd of dancing bodies that filled every corner of the club; the pulsating music moving the crowd. She wasn’t much of a dancer, but something allowed her to move freely, following Lauren’s lead as the pair inched to the outer edge of the crowd and found a rhythm — maybe it was liquor or the feeling of Joe’s eyes on her as she moved, her head turning to find his eyes through the crowd from his place at the bar, intently watching. She held his eyes as he turned slightly, disregarding whatever Nick was pointing at, already engrossed in conversation with a tiny blonde to his right.

Joe didn’t like to be the type to hover—no. Instead, he was a patient, calculated guy who kept his eyes on what he wanted at all times, just observing; watching until he was ready and his time came.

She watched as he took a long drink from her cup, only then did he drop the eye contact to turn and set it down on the bar top as it was emptied behind him. Her attention was only torn away as he seemed to disappear for a moment behind a couple of passing bodies, the sight of his white t-shirt gone in an instant as a trio of drunk girls who were giggling and clinging to each other with red, glossed over eyes mid-laughter passed the spot that he had claimed by the bar as her eyes searched for him to no avail — he was gone, leaving no trace that he had even been there other than his friend who didn’t even seem to notice his disappearance. She turned her body so that her back was to the crowd, leaning onto her toes as her eyes scanned along the heads that were crowded around the tiny countertop against the wall, however the sight was overwhelming, filled with constant movement of men who oozed desperation and girls who wreaked of nativity, with shifting eyes and stiff movements that implied inexperience. A flash of blonde hair over a crowd had caught her eye, prompting her to take a step in the direction of it as she tried to find those familiar eyes — maybe that smug smile that hinted at arrogance.

A hand on her elbow stopped her, halfway through stepping out and closer to the head of hair, stumbling back half a step when the face turned and appeared through a gap in the movement that didn’t match those familiar boy next door features, “Hey, what’s up?”

Her head turned towards the voice, making eye contact with a young guy who barely reached her eyes as he stared at her expectantly, doing his best to swoon her with a smile that was stiff and hinted at immaturity, lopsided as his gaze scanned over her. The feeling of his eyes on her made her want to crawl out of her skin and disappear as her head swayed from side to side, mouth opening to stammer out some response of ‘no, thank you’ but sliding her arm from his grasp, coming up short for words and recoiling from his touch with tense shoulders and pulling her arms into herself; wrapping around herself as her head turned to look again towards where Joe had previously stood — it was aimless, she knew he wouldn’t be there, but it felt like a good enough starting point.

“What? Have you got a man or something?”

Her eyes scanned from left to right, her eyes searching every face she could make out under the poor lighting. A sudden warmth spread across her cheeks, ashamed and embarrassed as she searched for him; where the fuck had he gone? The idea of another girl having caught his attention a sickening thought that made her angry as she sharply inhaled, feeling a hand touch her side and tearing her from the image — the thought of Joe’s lips on another’s throat, hands at their waist and tugging at their shirt—

“Hey, I’m talking to you.”

She glanced over her right shoulder, hair falling behind her as she turned to look back at the boyish stranger who looked like a teenage boy throwing a tantrum and pouting by fault of her rejection as she stepped forward, hands immediately finding her hips as she stepped into the figure that seemed to materialize ahead of her, the sudden contact bringing a yelp of surprise. He wasn’t confrontational but he had a presence about him that could come across as intimidating as he towered over her, his gaze glancing behind her towards the younger man for half a second, a furrow of his brow being flashed in his direction before turning his attention back to her — his touch radiated something soothing deep down to her bones as she seemed to collapse into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne, his right hand coming up her back and planting between her ribs to press her into him. She could have stayed just like that, embracing the warmth and comfort he provided but her attention was drawn back to his face as she looked up at him, his hands coming up to her hold her ribs with a careful hands as though he was afraid of crushing her while raising an eyebrow at her as she stilled under his stare, the power of just a look speaking volumes as he silently searched for an answer to check that she was okay. He may not have been hers, but he was caring and kind. He was kind and stunning under the lighting as a flash of blue lighting scanned over them, her eyes lifting towards the moving light fixture that moved over the crowd, looking back to his face as his own eyes searched her expression. She nodded, answering the silent question as she reached up, her hands cradling his face to bring his face close to hers, her chin tilting as she reluctantly hovered her mouth over his as his breath fanned out over his lips. There was a pause between them, just relishing in the closeness before he leaned down to close the gap between them and finally press his mouth to hers in a kiss; lips skilled as they encapsulated hers, his tongue brushing over the delicate skin.

His left hand left her side to come up and find her jaw, his thumb hooked over her cheek as his fingers splayed out to extend against the side of her neck, stumbling forward into her a step. For a moment, she had been caught in a trance as his lips trailed down to press against her jaw, reaching her throat — however, the jostle of shoulders snapped her out of it, tugging on the neck of his shirt before reaching to grab his wrist, “Wait—“ She breathed out, having to tug gain before his face returned to hers, hovering over hers as she eyed him, sucking in a deep breath, “come here— come with me.”

Her mind was racing a million miles an hour as she laced her fingers through his, her gaze darting over his shoulder as her eyes landed on the hallway that lead towards the washrooms; the glowing exit sign a beacon that she followed as she pulled him along, his steps close on her heels and chest just behind her back as they nudged past the distracted crowd that was growing increasingly rowdy the more intoxicated they became — her mind briefly went back to Lauren, glancing over her shoulder as she tried to find her blonde hair in the crowd. Her head was throbbing, overstimulated by the noise and all the lights, the bodies that pushed up against one another as they swayed — she could vaguely make out the song, the bass humming through the walls as she squinted. She blinked a couple of times rapidly, as she caught a glimpse of her, dancing, her back pressed against a guy who struggled to follow her movements.

“Do you want to go back?” Joe asked, his voice close to her ear as he followed her gaze, looking down at her as she paused at the opening of the hallway to watch on for a few seconds — she was okay.

She shook her head, her head turning to look down into the hallway that was only half lit by dim, yellow lights that were buried in the ceiling above them. She knew this hallway like the back of her hand though, from nights spent hiding off in the bathroom or kissing boys she never talked to again — she could navigate it without looking, by touch as her left hand reached out to brush against the wall as they walked. The line to the girls bathroom was shortened, earning only a brief couple of stares as she led past and closer towards the back exit that was only illuminated by the red EXIT sign above it. Her head turned to look behind them as she then pulled Joe to stop against the wall, checking to ensure they were in the clear for security or any other bar staff that might have seen them, her eyes peering past him before she reached out to the opposite wall and blindly found a doorknob that turned with her hand, “Go.” She whispered, yanking Joe forward.

He followed her instructions, moving quickly as his gaze also darted down the hallway to ensure they were safe before he moved, ducking inside. She was close behind, easing the door shut behind her as she stepped inside, his hands once again finding her hips as she stumbled into him in the dark; chest to chest, her head tilting to look up while one hand reached above her to feel, her fingers feeling to find the string to the lightbulb above them. She could feel his eyes on her before the light was even on, the light audibly turning on as she found and pulled the string, her eyes lifting to find his half-lidded stare just watching her as though she was the most fascinating thing in the world. Her hand dropped from the string to his shoulder, watching as his eyes zoned in on the environment — the small, dusty closet seeming to dawn on him as he let out a quiet laugh, “You take a lot of unsuspecting guys back here?” He teased, his eyes returning to her face.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” She retorted, her tone hinting sarcasm — not that she had ever hooked up back here, but she had discovered the old coat check from a friend who had snuck her own alcohol in once during a birthday the year prior. She had brought one person here — a quick kiss that was cut short by Lauren searching for her, forcing her to dart out and being caught by security as she exited. She had been banned from the bar for a month after but hadn’t seen the inside of this closet since.

He let out a ‘mph’, ducking to catch her mouth with his again, resuming the previous kiss but with an increased fervor and need, her own feet stumbling to find their footing as he pulled her towards him. She was putty in his hands, all teeth and tongue as she bunched the fabric of his shirt in her hands at his sides, her mouth falling agape and eyes shut as his mouth dropped to press a trail of open mouth kisses down the length of her throat, his hands sliding down her sides and reaching for the back of her thighs until his fingers came into contact with the hem of her dress that had ridden up just under her bottom with movement. His fingers pressed into the flesh, squeezing it in his hands as he then stumbled forward, guiding the pair towards the door, her left hand falling to soften the fall against it as he back collided with the wood, a groan of approval reverberating from her chest as his mouth trailed over whatever skin he could reach. Her hand flung up from the door to his nape, sliding into the hair at the scalp for grip, as his shoulders dipped, slouching against her as his hands worked to wiggle up the fabric of her dress until it could be bunched over her hips, snug as he fumbled with the material of her tights.

“What do you want?” He mumbled against her skin, his mouth at the base of her throat as he shifted his stance, his left thigh between her legs and bracing his knee against the door. Her free hand found his, covering his larger hand with hers as she guided his hand to between her thighs as his head lifted so he could look her in the face, awaiting her response, and watching her expression as she chewed her bottom lip between her teeth; heavily breathing as she moved.

Joe followed her lead, his hand reaching between her thighs and cupping her through the sheer thighs and panties that felt like nothing more than a few scrap pieces of fabric — skimpy and thin underneath her clothing as his fingers traced over her. He could practically feel her right through the thin fabric as he skillfully pressed into her, his fingers dragging over her clit as his gaze remained fixated on her face, watching the twitch of her eyebrows and her lips as she sucked in a sharp breath. His unoccupied hand planted against the door above her shoulder as his movements continued, slow and deliberate in drawing a reaction from her; trying to drag out the experience as long as he could — it felt like an entire life ago the last time he had seen the sweet expression of bliss on her face, her head tipping back against the door as her mouth opened to let out a soft moan into the empty space. Joe could have listened to that sound on repeat in his headphones for hours straight if it was possible, the sound sending a warmth through his chest and down his abdomen. Her hips thrusted towards his hand, begging silently for more friction as his fingers continued their movements, sliding up to the waist of her tights and tucking underneath to slide down over her hips and pelvis until he could reach down to push his hand into her underwear, his movements more rushed and eager as he fumbled his hand past the silky waistband that fit snug over her hips. He moved to mimic his previous movements, though his fingers made contact with her bare skin, warm and slick with arousal as his fingers rubbed over her clit again in steady circular movements.

Joe could be meticulous — he cared about making his partners feel good, as long as he could remember, gauging the noises and their reaction to his touch. It was an ego thing maybe, that he had to always be good — he needed to know that he could genuinely make them feel good so there wouldn’t be any need for faking it. He had learned to be attentive to the littlest details, a scrunch of the face, a tremble, a twitch — something.

He could see even in the dim lighting as her chest seemed to rise and fall quicker with more labored breathing as she slid her hand from his hair to his shoulder and gripped the muscle there tightly, a slew of soft, high pitched moans breathed out as her eyebrows rose; her eyes shut. He leaned in, his mouth pressing to her neck and nipping at the skin, trailing down to her clavicle. There was a fumble of movements as she reached down suddenly to awkwardly shove at her tights, shimmying them down her legs as he stepped back half a step and withdrew, his hand pulling away from its place between her legs to assist with shoving them down past her knees. It was then that he knelt, her hand planting on his shoulder for balance as he helped her to kick off her heels and slide the tights off; pulling them from her feet and dropping them beside him on the floor. His hands came back to her legs, his head tilting to look up at her as she stared down at him, watching as he moved with slow hands to crept up her legs and thighs until they reached her hips; pressing a kiss above her right knee and to the inside of her thigh as he moved, leaning up and pressing a kiss just above the fabric of her underwear. His fingers slid up underneath the waistband and hooked around it, dragging them down her legs until they fell down around her feet. Her hand remained at his shoulder for support, wobbling for a second.

He shifted in front of her, flat on both knees in front of her as he brought his hand to his mouth and gathered some saliva with the tips of his fingers; leaning in and using his shoulder to nudge her legs apart as his hand came back from his mouth to find her clit again, rubbing with gentle movements. Her hips ground down into his hand, twitching and squeezing his shoulder as tightly as her hand could muster. Joe was slow and cautious not to cause her any harm as his hand shifted, leaning into press his lips to her inner thigh as he gently prodded her entrance with his fingers for a moment before he carefully pushed his middle and ring fingers into her; the intrusion slow but welcome as he instantly felt her clench around him, feeling as she seemed to slouch against the door with a moan of his name. She readjusted her grip on his shoulders, one hand at his shoulder while the other knit itself into his hair as she attempted to straighten herself out against the door, “Joe…”

He hummed against her skin, his fingers slowly thrusting into her with shallow movements, her hips undulating down into his palm; seeking more friction, “We can’t…“ She sighed, her voice shaking as she quietly spoke down to him, “—we can’t be too long.” She reminded him through clenched teeth. He hummed again, knowing she was correct — as much as they both hated to rush things, he pressed a kiss to her pelvic bone, his fingers working a few more gentle thrusts before he withdrew his fingers and brought them back to his mouth to suck them clean, slowly standing from the floor. He was painfully reminded by their setting as he heard a shout from the hallway, inhaling before sighing out the breath of air. His fingers were released from his mouth, catching her chin between his thumb and forefinger to guide her mouth to his in a kiss while he pressed his chest to hers. The action had backed her flush against the door, receiving a grateful sigh in turn as it supported her unsteady legs.

Joe held her face close to his, lips mirroring his — a mix of tongue and lips as her hands found his waist to work his jeans undone, opening the button and carefully unzipping them, cautious not to snag any fabric or anything underneath in the poor lighting. Suddenly she cursed the poor visibility, unable to clearly see the look on his face or his general appearance as more than a low quality image as she awkwardly fumbled to shove his jeans down enough. He had to release his hold on her to assist in pushing his jeans and boxers down enough to allow his cock to be released from the confines of his clothing, erect and tip flushed pink as he just nudged the pants down comfortably low on his hips. Her left hand came up to lick her palm before reaching down between them to wrap around the circumference of him, her actions tentative as she slowly pumped along the length of him a few times; her head turned to look down as she carried out the task, his forehead resting to the crown of her head.

“Fuck,” He quietly breathed out.

He allowed her to continue her own movements for a few moments, his left hand clenching along with his jaw as he let out a muffled groan. The recoil from her touch was nearly painful as he pulled her hand away from him, grabbing her hip to guide her into turning so her back was to his chest, her right hand planting firm against the door. Joe glanced down as he replaced her hand to grip his cock, shuffling forward and nudging her feet apart as her hips tilted back to make the position easier; guiding himself towards her entrance until he could swipe through her folds with her arousal as a sort of makeshift lubricant for his movements. She jumped for a moment, sharply inhaling and bracing as she felt him begin to push up and into her, the initial push slow and paired with a stretch that earned a short gasp of air, his hand being freed to reach up and move her hair over to her right shoulder so he could see her without any obstruction. Her head turned towards her left, his left arm bracing against the door at her side as he watched her eyebrows furrow, mouth opening as she leaned up on her toes; his right hand at her ribs and holding her in place against him. With a final shift of his feet between hers, he slowly found a steady rhythm of thrusting up into her, his pelvis rolling up against her ass with each roll of his hips; eliciting a high pitched whine from her, her eyes squeezed shut. The hand at her ribs slid forward and up to her chest, holding the front of her dress as if for leverage — she could feel the cool air against her skin as the tug on her dress caused it to ride down, her chest partially exposed and pressed flush against the door as he seemed to notice; his hand moving to cup her breast in his palm, the nipple taut and erect against his palm.

Her hand flung over his at her chest, jolting upwards with a snap of his hips, “Jesus fuck.” She cried out, feeling his breath on the back of her neck.

His breathing was short, shallow pants from parted lips as he felt her clench around him, eliciting a groan that was lost in her hair as she pressed her hips back against Joe. She reached to nudge some space between her and the door so her free hand could reach aimlessly between her legs, hovering stupidly as she was distracted by his thrusts alone — her brain, as foggy as it was, managed to finally process what her intended move was, her fingers finding her clit and sloppily rubbing vigorously as her hips pushed into his. She could live off the memory of his breathy groans for the rest of her life, even when he was away and at a distance — even if she never spoke to him again, he would be ingrained in her skin.

“So fucking good, baby, you’re so good.” He muttered beside her ear, his words further igniting the pool of heat in her belly; a heat that was searing hot as it slowly spread down her thighs and to her toes.

The hand once over his reached out for the wall like it would help her somehow, ground her as she climbed cloud 9; her moans becoming more desperate whines that were buried under the thundering music from just beyond the door she clutched for dear life, “Holy fuck— fuck.” She cried out, her walls suddenly clamping down around him so tight he was almost forced out from her with the pulsating sensation of her around his cock; stripping him of any remaining composure from him as she reached back and found the nape of his neck blindly, forcing his own orgasm to follow with a curse and gasp from the athlete as his fist balled against the door beside her.

“That’s it, shit.” He breathed out, a groan rumbling from his chest as he coaxed her through her orgasm as long as he could, twitching inside her as she unintentionally milked him through his own as much as he physically could give; his skin layered in a sheen of sweat and panting against her shoulder.

He could feel as she slumped, utterly spent and leaning against the door, jolting against him from hypersensitivity once she seemed to bottom out; letting out an audible content, tired sigh. Joe stayed in place for a moment, his forehead to her temple as she relished in the delicate moments after, his hand at her chest smoothing over the skin and gently pulling the front of her dress back over her as if to provide her some modesty considering the circumstances; with his chest to her back, his head ducking to press a kiss to her shoulder that was sweet in nature and light amidst catching his breath. His hand slid down from her chest to her hip, “You good?” He quietly asked after a few moments of silence had passed between them.

She nodded, swallowing thickly.

“You sure?” Joe asked, waiting until she nodded again before he withdrew his already softening cock from her and keeping his arms underneath her arms as she stood upright from the door. His arms wrapped around her waist, her head falling back against his shoulder as she processed the situation — Lauren would be searching for her and would never let her live this one down if she had put the pieces together. Her arms wrapped over his though rather than rushing to straighten herself out and enjoying the last few blissful moments before she would have to return to the booth and make some excuse to go home to shower; enjoy her post-orgasm haze before her hangover inevitably set in, too blissed out by his warmth to even comprehend anything else. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend any shame or embarrassment at the idea of any patrons sneaking off to the washrooms hearing and figuring out what was going on.

“We’ve gotta get back.” He sighed after a moment.

She deflated against him, disappointed the moment had come to an end so soon but she had been gone too long already. She allowed him to withdraw his arms from holding her, hearing the sound of fabric against skin as he pulled his boxers and pants back up; adjusting himself before his zipper was done up along with the button. Her own hands began to reach to pull her dress down, feeling his skim her sides as he stepped forward again to help with the task in smoothing her dress down and straightening it back down over her backside; bending behind her to grab her underwear.

“I can put them on myself.” She mumbled, taking them from him and turning, bending to step back into them; her legs shaky as she wobbled for a second as she yanked them back up and underneath her dress. Joe’s gaze remained on her as she moved, her gaze down and on the floor, makeup smudged slightly from activity; her lipstick nearly gone at that point. He reached forward to smooth out her dress for her again, reaching up to catch her chin and press a kiss to her mouth — much sweeter and gentle than previous, lingering longer as though he mirrored her sentiments of not wanting to leave right away. She sighed against his mouth, though this one was of content nature, relaxing into his touch, “My shoes…”

“Here.” He said, bending down and kneeling on one knee then, using a hand to quickly shove his disheveled hair back from his face as it fell forward into his forehead. He gathered her shoes and guided her heel as she stepped into them, his hands finding hers to help stabilize her as they stood there for a moment longer when he rose to stand, “I can leave first, you come out a few seconds behind me so we don’t draw too much attention.” He suggested.

She nodded, reaching past him to turn off the light again, leaning up and pressing one final kiss to his mouth. As they shuffled to turn, Joe eased open the door and stuck his head out first, watching down the hall for any security or workers before he ducked out, fixing his hair as he stepped back into the hallway. Chewing her lips, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, dreading the return to the world outside the closet and exhausted. She timed it, waiting twenty or so seconds, enjoying the final moments of peace before she eased open the door and scanned the hallway as well, slipping out and shutting the door behind her, her hands immediately reaching to tug down the hem of her dress. The walk back to the booth felt long, touched out for the night as bodies brushed past her, grimacing when hands would skim over her elbow or reach for her in an attempt to get her attention. She was suddenly more grateful than anything for the support from the security who held her hand as she walked up the stairs and made her way back to where she could see Lauren clinging to Nick, her face in his neck as she walked up behind the pair and clearing her throat.

Lauren’s head shot out around Nick to look at her, wide eyed and taking in her appearance — she hadn’t checked how rough she looked, but Lauren noticed it immediately and narrowed her eyes for a moment. She released Nick and reached out to her friend, “Where did you disappear to?” She asked as a hand touched her shoulder, though her words held a knowing tone to them.

She inhaled, reaching to grab her purse from the coat rack attached to the booth, both Nick and Lauren watching as she slung it over her shoulder and began to fish out her coat check ticket, “I was just walking around. I went and got a smoke from some…girl i met in the washroom.” She fibbed, shrugging her shoulders and flicking her hair back as she looked up.

Lauren hummed and nodded. Her gaze darted towards the booth where Joe was only just situating himself into a seat, catching her eye for a split second before they both looked away, “I’m going to head home though I think. I’m done for the night.”

“Did you want me to come with you?” Lauren asked, earning a shake of her head.

“You stay,” She said, “I just need some sleep. I will talk to you tomorrow, though, okay? You get her home safe.” She said, looking at Nick who nodded once, a small smile on his face as an arm slung around Lauren’s waist. She nudged the pair to bend over the table and lean towards Joe, squeezing his shoulder in a friendly way, her eyes turning to look towards a few of his other friends who she had noticed earlier — Ja’Marr sitting to his right, she waved to him.

“You guys get home safe.” She simply said, Joe’s eyes on her as she straightened up again and fixed her bag on her shoulder.

“Will we see you again soon?” Joe asked, eyebrows raising, his friend agreeing.

“Yeah, we don’t see you much these days. You comin’ down to Cincinnati anytime soon?” Ja’Marr asked, sitting forward to look at her as she shrugged.

“I’ll see if I have some time soon, we’ll see I guess.” She replied, slowly starting to back away as Ja’Marr let out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff as Joe looked on.

“Try harder.”

She smiled, waving once more as she turned to leave, reaching out and touching Lauren’s arm as she began to walk towards the bouncer again, “Okay, I’m going now.”

“Alright, I will talk to you in the morning— I love you.” Lauren said, blowing her a kiss before she pointed to her bare legs, “you forgot your leggings by the way.” Lauren stated with a wink, her arm wrapping around Nick’s neck.

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estrellami-1 · 11 months ago

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If I Should Stay

I’m not gonna lie… if there was a part to leave as my last one for a month… I’d choose this one. I hope y'all like it as much as I do! ❤️

Part 1 | . . . | Part 40 | Part 41 | Part 42

El watches the proceedings with wide eyes, and grips onto Steve’s hand the moment he’s close enough. “It’s time,” she says. She might be asking; she’s not quite sure.

Steve’s face falls. “Almost,” he agrees, pulling her into a hug. She goes gladly, tucking her face into his neck. “I think we’ve got one more day,” he murmurs, not letting go. “Are you up for some training today?”

She pulls back to look him in the eye. It’s the easiest way for her to make sure he’s telling the truth. “I will be stronger?”

“That’s the goal,” Steve nods. “I don’t know if it’ll work.”

El thinks about it, then nods. “I want to try.”

“M’kay. Have you eaten recently? Alli made some pretty great mac and cheese we can heat up, if you want it.”

El had mac and cheese before. It was cold, because she had to wait for Mike to bring it to her in the basement. The noodles were rubbery and the cheese didn’t taste good. She scrunches her nose, but Steve doesn’t look like he’s lying, so she relaxes her face and nods. “That would be good,” she tells him.

He smiles and ruffles the little bit of hair she has. “‘Course, El. I’m gonna heat this up, and while you eat, we can talk, okay?”

“Okay,” she answers, and watches as he puts some of the pasta into a bowl and sticks it into the microwave.

As it’s heating up, Steve turns to Eddie and Wayne. “Eddie, think you can bring him up to speed? We’ll be in the dining room if you have any questions.”

Eddie nods and waves his uncle out of the kitchen in the direction of the living room, already speaking faster than Eleven had thought possible.

When they’re both sitting at the table, her with a steaming bowl in front of her and a fork in hand, Steve starts talking. “First things first,” he says softly. “Eleven. That’s not your name; it was a number assigned to you.”

She perks up. “You know my name?”

Steve nods. “Jane.”

“Jane,” she tries out, then nods decisively. She likes it.

“So eleven. The number. That means there were at least ten others. We know Vecna, Henry Creel, is One. That leaves nine more.”

El shakes her head. She knows this. “They all died.”

Steve gives her a sad sort of smile. “Not all of them. You meet your sister, Kali. She’s number eight. She can make you believe you’re seeing something that isn’t there. She’s very powerful, and she taught you how she got that powerful.” He puts his fingertips together with his palms apart. It looks like a spider on a mirror, and El gets sidetracked for a moment by the image.

“What do you know about fairy tales?” Steve asks, and El blinks and chews the bite she’d just put in her mouth.

“They’re fake,” she eventually says. “Stories about things that never happened, that can’t ever happen.”

Steve smiles at her. “Yes, but there’s still lessons to be learned from them. Can I tell you my favorite version of a fairy tale called Sleeping Beauty?”

El perks up again. “I know that one! A witch curses the princess so she falls asleep forever until her true love finds her and kisses her.”

Steve nods. “That’s the most popular version,” he agrees, lips tilted up. “But that’s not my favorite.”

She tilts her head. “What is your favorite?”

He grins at her. “Once upon a time there was a princess. She was cursed, you got that right, but it wasn’t by a witch. It was by a fairy who hadn’t been invited to her first birthday, which is a very big deal when you’re a princess. So the fairy curses her to fall asleep—her and the rest of the kingdom—when she pricks her finger on a spinning wheel when she turns eighteen. Everything goes exactly as the fairy had said, and eighteen years after she casts the spell, the princess—Aurora—falls asleep, only to be woken by true love’s kiss. The fairy came to check on Aurora and found her sleeping, just as she’d planned. But something unexpected happened: the fairy felt compassion for her. She took to sitting by her bedside every day, waiting for the princess’s true love to appear. Finally one day she goes to leave and presses a kiss to Aurora’s forehead. Can you guess when happened?”

El frowns. “She woke up?”

“Exactly,” Steve nods. “She woke up because the fairy loved her. True love can come from anywhere. It doesn’t have to be romantic.” He takes one of El’s hands in his own and looks into her eyes. “Kali taught you to use your anger to get stronger. I want you to try to use love. It’s the one thing Henry Creel doesn’t have.”

El thinks about it. “I don’t have to kiss anyone.”

Steve chuckles. “No, you don’t have to kiss anyone. But you know me, right? You know Mike and Will and Dustin and Lucas. And you know Robin, Eddie, Nancy, and Jonathan, now, right?”

“Right,” El nods.

“And do you love any of us? Do you want us to stay safe?”

El thinks carefully about the question, then nods. “Like the fairy.”

Steve’s eyes crinkle as he grins at El. “Just like the fairy.”

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windybluebelles · 9 days ago

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Batfam Ages!

WOOOOO LETS GO

This is a mishmash of canon ages in an attempt to make a coherent time line, this is in no way actual fact, these are just ages that make sense to me. Feel free to give constructive criticism if something is entirely inaccurate

Also, I think some things I’ve put in this timeline aren’t strictly canon at the moment, but I like them sooooo

Bruce Wayne became Batman at 21 after training with the league of assassins for like 3 years

Dick Grayson is 10 when his parents die,

24 year old Bruce Wayne saw it happen

And 2 year old Tim Drake was in the audience

Barbara Gordon became batgirl when she was 12 and Dick was 11

The Titans was formed when Dick was 14

When Dick was 16 he left home and became Nightwing a year later,

9 year old Tim Drake starts stalking Batman (and Robin/Nightwing)

Damian al Ghul is born when Bruce is 31

32 year old Bruce Wayne adopted 12 year old Jason Todd

Jason Todd died at 15,

22 year old Babs gets beaten by the joker and becomes disabled

Tim Drake started training to be Robin around six months later and became Robin at 13, Bruce is 36

Spoiler becomes an active Vigilante when both her and Tim are 14

15ish year old Tim gets beat up by 18 year old Jason Todd (maybe 19 idk) in Titans Tower

16 year old Tim temporarily stops being Robin,

16 year old Steph became Robin

40 year old Bruce finally meets 9 year old Damian Wayne

41 year old Bruce is lost in the time stream,

11 year old Damian becomes Robin

42 year old Bruce starts fostering 16 year old Duke Thomas

…Gang I’m gonna be honest, I know borderline NOTHING about Cass’s character, I have no clue where to put her on the time line

No idea if any of what I just wrote is in anyway correct or makes any sense, I did try and reference canon using Birthdays and such but I think I definitely fucked up Damian

The only thing im pretty sure is officially no longer canon is Tim being at the circus when Dick’s parents died, but I love that concept so much and really don’t care. Also, a lot of comics just decide to not make Babs disabled, which is a massive bummer

I’m pretty sure young Batman is only a thing from a few films but the idea of him being a vigilante when he can barely drink is funny to me

Also, and this really has nothing to do with the time line, the idea of both the teen titans tv shows and the titans comics being canon is so funny to me. Like, yes, of course they did all that wacky shit in the span of approximately 3 years (not counting after Dick becomes Nightwing)

I know people don’t like the TV shows (especially TTG) due to how badly characterised they are, but the concept is funny to me

#dc #dcu #batfam #batfamily #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian wayne #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #timeline?#dc stands for disregard canon #tried not to tho

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blinkilite · 8 months ago

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I had the amazing privilege of seeing Michael Sheen in Nye a few nights ago at the National Theatre.

The play:

Nye was amazing. Michael was brilliant and in command of the stage the whole time. I am not a big theater-goer. So this was a big deal for me. But seeing him perform on stage was just wonderful. I truly appreciate his skills on a whole new level now. The rest of the cast was brilliant too. They each played multiple roles throughout the timeline of the play. I highly recommend going to see it if you can. He sings! He dances! I cried! I laughed! I’m trying my best to give you a spoiler free review! But I promise you won’t be disappointed. 😊 it’s really really good. 👍 Go! Support Michael and the arts!

My personal experience:

I had a mix of excitement and anxiety all day but it really amped up when I got to the theater. Like omg this is really happening. I took a pic by the poster and it’s obvious I am an excited weirdo. 😆

Now that I was here, the next step was going to the national theatre gift shop. They had a lot of cute things and a really cool display for Nye.

I purchased my program and the cashier was very friendly. She complimented my Good Omens pin and said they usually come out stage door so make sure to go around back after, and enjoy the show. 😊 (internally squeeing) I thanked her and we went and got some food and a cider.

We made our way to the doors and were led to our seats. Then I started getting the omg we’re here this is actually happening mentality. We were pretty close. An omg he will be right there! Soon! 😬

We had 8th row seats 😳 it seemed very close and I was freaking out.

I read some reviews and saw the newly released press photos of the play. So I knew a little what to expect of the show too, but honestly it was sooo good. I don’t want to give away any spoilers because the play is AMAZING. Michael and the rest of the cast did so well. Michael is very active and moved all over the stage. I am so impressed by his abilities as an actor. He fucking sings! And it’s wonderful! And our seats were close enough to see all the micro expressions on his face. 😃 If you have the means to go and see this either in London or later in Wales - GO! You will not regret it.

At the end I took a pic of the actors (though I didn’t get everyone) and I got the very end when Nye can see the impact of his accomplishments.

Now for the fangirling part of my night. I was trying my best not to be a complete dork. I knew from other fans previously posting that he typically comes out at the stage door after the show. So I had an idea what to expect. He came out pretty soon after the show ended. I’m guessing there were maybe 50-60ppl there. He just started talking to people, signing things, taking photos like this is no big deal. And they would leave and it would be the next person’s turn. Everyone was very considerate of each other and Michael’s time. And he was kind and generous and spoke genuinely to each person and made so many people happy that night. just by being himself and taking some extra time before he went home. He really is an angel. ❤️

Eventually it was my turn. Somehow I didn’t mumble or giggle like an idiot. where did I find the ability to speak? - I really have no idea 🤷‍♀️ I told him the show was amazing. He thanked me. And while signing my program I told him we came over from America for my birthday to see him. He wished us luck in the rest of our trip. I got a selfie with him and internally died. He wished me happy birthday (died again). I thanked him and then it was the next person’s turn. I walked about 50ft away and jumped up and down like an idiot. Hopefully he didn’t see.

But holy shit. 😃

I met Michael Sheen!!!! 😃❤️😃

And he was the nicest person ever. 😃😃😃

#michael sheen #nye #national theatre #did this actually happen?#I met Michael Sheen #holy shit #best birthday ever

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sweet-villain · 1 month ago

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Cause I Believe~6~ Older Eddie Munson

Part 5

Summary; You're avoiding Eddie until he sees you with someone. Things might turn around.

Steam curled from the coffee pot as you poured a fresh cup, the scent mingling with the syrupy sweetness of pancakes sizzling on the grill. Steve wiped down the counter, glancing at the clock.

“Your birthday's coming up,” he said, flicking a crumb into the trash.

“Yeah, big deal,” you replied, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re not excited?”

A laugh burst from your lips, sharp and hollow. “Excited for what? More attention? More gifts I don't want?”

He shrugged, flicking the rag over the counter. “It’s just a day, you know? But still...”

“There’s nothing worth celebrating,” you interrupted, your thoughts lingering on Eddie. “I don’t think I want to see anyone.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Not even him?”

Your stomach tightened at the mention of Eddie. “You know I’m busy.”

“Busy pretending he doesn’t exist?” A smirk tugged at his lips.

You shot him a look. “Steve…”

“He's still Eddie.”

Silence hung between you, thick as the steam in the air. The bell chimed, drawing customers in, their chatter a distraction from the knot in your chest.

“Can we focus on the customers? Please?”

“Fine,” he sighed, but the grin lingered. “Just don’t be a stranger.”

" We work together, how can I be?" Steve tosses the empty plates into the sink. " Hey, careful with those" you pointed out.

“Chill,” he said, retrieving a plate before it clattered. The door to the diner jingled and in came Dustin with Eddie behind.

Dustin's energy crackled through the diner. He bounded up to the counter, eyes bright with excitment.

“Hey! Two coffees, one chocolate milkshake!” His hands animatedly motioned, and slammed some money on the table first hand.

Steve flashed a grin at Dustin. “You got it, little buddy. Coming right up!”

Dustin leaned forward, eyes darting to you. “Where’s the birthday girl? I hear she’s hiding from all the celebration.”

“My birthday is tomorrow" you corrected Dustin, grabbing his cap and hugging him to give him a noogie.

Dustin squealed with laughter, wriggling free as he tugged his cap back into place. “All the more reason to celebrate!”

“Listen to Dustin.” Steve chuckled, pouring the rich, dark coffee straight into two mugs. “ I never really celebrated my birthday after my parents died..." you shrugged.

Steve's smile faded. The weight of past losses settled over the counter, a palpable shift in the air.

“Yeah, well...you’re here now,” he murmured, focusing intently on the coffee as he poured steady streams.

" Here" you stiffed when Eddie sat by Dustin. Eddie settled at the counter with a casual grace, his presence magnetic. The worn leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders, his wild hair framing a face that softened with a familiar smirk when he caught your eye. Your stomach twisted, but you looked away.

" What's your favorite thing on the menu, Y/N?" Dustin asked.

You leaned against the counter, forcing a smile. “The French toast is pretty good. Can’t go wrong with syrup, right?”

Dustin nodded eagerly. “Oh, definitely! How about you, Eddie?”

Eddie leaned back, quirking as he mumbled, " Pancakes. "

Someone else came in through the diner and you were hot on their tails to go take their order leaving Steve with, Eddie and Dustin.

You maneuvered between tables, greeting customers with a practiced smile, as the chatter filled the air. The clatter of cutlery and the hiss of the grill faded into the background while your thoughts circled back to Eddie. Just the sight of him made your heart clench.

" How is she doing?" Eddie asked Steve.

Steve wiped his hands on his apron, his expression shifting to something more serious. “She’s... fine. Just keeping to herself, I guess.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “You sure? I mean, it’s nearly her birthday, and she's been a little off."

" Little off" Steve snorted. " Do I have to remind you what happened at the record store with Amber or are you that dense?"

Eddie stiffened, jaw tightening. “Yeah, I remember, but come on it's her birthday tomorrow."

“ She isn't exactly fond of having you around" “You think I don’t know?” Eddie snapped, running a hand through his tousled hair. “You guys don’t understand. I messed up. I didn’t mean to... but I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.”

Steve crossed his arms, " You really hurt her. Do you expect her to talk to you after all of that?"

Eddie’s frustration ignited. “I didn’t ask for this! You think I wanted to cause her pain?” His hands clenched into fists on the counter.

Steve shook his head, voice low. " She's been distracted by someone else, which isn't a good thing either."

Eddie's eyes flickered with something raw, something vulnerable. “Distracted? By who?”

“Does it matter?” Steve leaned closer, his voice dropping. “You’ve been out of the picture for weeks. She’s trying to cope that you don't like her like she liked you."

Eddie's expression shifted, a mixture of anger and hurt flashing across his face. “So she’s just supposed to move on? Just like that?”

Steve shrugged, one brow raised. “You tell me. You’ve had your chance.”

Dustin asked, " Who is she seeing?"

Steve hummed, " I don't think I should say."

Eddie shot a gibe, “Of course, you don’t want to stir the pot, do you?”

Dustin leaned forward, intrigued. “Come on, just a hint. I won’t tell!”

Steve tapped the counter, and pointed to the corner where you were serving a plate of eggs and bacon too. Jake.

Eddie's face ran cold, " So she really did go out with him..." Steve made a noise.

" More like not dating..."

" They are fucking!" Dustin shouted. Steve shot him a glare and slapped him on the head with the towel, gently.

“Okay, okay! No need for theatrics,” Steve hissed, trying to keep the volume down as several people turned to stare.

Eddie's expression darkened, eyes narrowing at you. “That… that doesn’t make any sense. She was into me!"

Steve leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “You had your chance, Eddie. You messed up when you could of had her."

Eddie clenched his jaw, desperate anger simmering beneath the surface. He glanced at you, laughing with Jake, your face lit up in a way that twisted a knife in his gut.

Eddie rose from his seat.

" Absouletly not" Steve said, stepping in front of Eddie.

Eddie’s frustration spilled over, his fists trembling at his sides. “Move,” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper but thick with tension.

“Not a chance,” Steve shot back, " Don't do it."

Eddie’s eyes blazed. “I can’t just let her slip away like this. Not again.”

“Slipping away? That was you, Munson. You lead her to this"

Eddie’s fists relaxed, hurt morphing into disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Steve's expression softened slightly, holding his ground. “You know she cares. You messed up, Eddie. Now, she's choosing to move on and it hurts, doesn't it?"

Eddie's shoulders slumped as the truth hung in the air, far more substantial than the rising steam. “Yeah, it fucking hurts,” he breathed, shaking his head. “I didn’t think—”

“You never do,” Steve interrupted, " you never do. When are you going to get it through your head that you can't just run in circles around her. Take actions or leave her be."

Eddie's hands dropped to his sides, the fight draining from his posture. “Maybe I’m not ready for actions.”

“Then you need to step back,” Steve said, crossing his arms. “You can’t just hang around, pretending everything is okay."

" What if I don't want to step back?"

Steve put the coffee pot down and put his hands on his hips, " you have to get through me first."

Eddie glared at Steve, a deep breath heaving through his chest. “This isn’t about you.”

“The hell it isn’t.” Steve stood his ground, unwavering. “You’ve put her through enough. Do you think storming in my diner and I would let you talk to her?"

Eddie’s fists clenched again, his breath shaky. He stood there, caught between the impulse to lash out and the weight of his own regret.

“You think I want to hurt her?” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.

" You already have. Damage done" Steve says.

Eddie's gaze dropped to the floor, a fragile silence hanging like heavy curtains. The hum of conversations around them faded, the clatter of dishes dulling under the weight of unspoken words. He rubbed the back of his neck.

" She can't be serious about being with that" he pointed to Jake.

Steve sighed, glancing at Jake, who laughed heartily at something you said, leaning closer as you playfully shoved him away. “You don’t get to decide who she’s serious about,” he said quietly.

“She deserves better,” Eddie replied, " Maybe not me, Maybe in time ... me"

" If you think you deserve her, than you have to go through me first" Steve repeats.

Eddie’s scowl deepened, the conflict boiling within him evident in his clenched fists. “You don’t understand a thing about what it feels like to want something so damn bad and then... watch it slip away.”

“You think I haven't watched how you would react? Maybe, she's happy" Steve took a step towards him, pointing his chest, " Leave her be or I'll do something about it."

Eddie’s brows knitted together. “You’ll do what? Fight me? Is that what you think this is about?”

A couple looked up from their meals, their forks hovering mid-air, but Steve didn’t flinch.

“You know exactly what I am talking about, now sit back down. Your scaring my customers"

Eddie’s chest heaved, a mix of anger and desperation swirling in his brown eyes. “I can’t just sit and do nothing,” he muttered, but the fire in his voice had dulled.

“You can and you will" Eddie’s gaze shifted towards you, laughter ringing out just a few steps away. The warmth on your face made him ache, his heart a tangled knot of longing and regret.

" Eddie, don't do it" Steve warned. " I can see the gears turning in your eyes as you look at her"

Eddie’s throat tightened. He knew that familiar longing—the lure of you, the magnetism that pulled him in, then left him shipwrecked.

He pushed Steve to the side.

Eddie stormed across the diner, heart pounding and breath shallow. The chatter around him faded, the laughter breaking against the walls like stray raindrops. You leaned against the counter, talking to Jake, and that sight gripped him is enough to have him jealous.

Eddie felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath him, a void swallowing. Each step toward you seemed to stretch, the distance between your laughter and his heart clenched.

He spoke your name. Your body froze.

“Y/N.” His voice cut through the din, low and urgent.

You turned slowly, surprise flickering across your face, then quickly morphing into something unreadable. “Eddie.”

The noise of the diner melted into a blur; it was the two of you.

" A word" You raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and challenge sparking in your eyes. “I'm busy"

Eddie stepped closer, his heart thundering against his ribcage. The world around fell silent, a bubble formed, and everything else faded.

" I don't care" he snapped, " now."

You glanced back at Jake, who wore an expression of surprise. “Eddie, this really isn’t the time—”

He leaned in, lowering his voice. “I need to talk to you. Just us. Now.”

He tugged you to the backroom of the kitchen.

" Hey! You can't go back there, Munson" Steve shouted.

Eddie ignored Steve’s protest, pulling the heavy door shut behind you with a solid thud. The kitchen hummed with the sounds of sizzling pans and clattering dishes, but inside this cramped space, the world outside faded.

You spun to face him but he was so close you can feel his breath on your face.

“Are you out of your mind?” you whispered, your heart racing. “What’s wrong with you?”

" That" he pointed to the doors, " can't happen. Not now or never."

" Who do you think you are?!"

Eddie's gaze hardened, the fire flickering in his brown eyes.

" He's going to ruin you"

You folded your arms, “Ruin me, or are you just mad that you’ve been left out of the picture? That it doesn't involve that I like you anymore"

Eddie’s jaw clenched, muscles tightening.

" Listen here, you" he leaned closer, " either you end it or I'll end him."

" No"

The single syllable fell from your lips, sharp as a knife. Eddie stumbled back, taken aback, and the air between you crackled with tension.

“What do you mean 'no'?” The disbelief rippled through his voice, each word.

" No" you repeated.

“Just... no, Eddie,” you said, your voice steady. “I won’t end anything just because you say so.”

His brow furrowed, confusion etched into his features. “So you want to be with him? You want to catch something?"

The heat of his words hung in the air, palpable and raw. You stepped back, creating distance—both physical and emotional.

“Excuse me?"

Your voice wavered, disbelief cutting through the tension. Eddie took a step forward, but you hesitated, heart racing.

“Come on, Y/N. You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, and all of a sudden you’re into that guy"

" I am" you huffed.

Eddie recoiled, hurt shadowing his expression. “Seriously? You think after everything, I’d want to see you with him?”

“After everything? You don’t get to play the victim here!” The heat clapped between you.

" Like I said end it now with him" Eddie stomped his foot.

“End it? You think you can just waltz in here and demand that from me?” Your voice rose, echoing off the stainless steel walls, sharp.

“Demand?” Eddie’s incredulity bordered on anger. “ No, sweetheart."

“I’m asking,” he snapped, fists clenched, his frustration evident. "Please don't make this harder."

“Harder?” You took a step closer, narrowing your eyes. “You told me to forget about our kiss from that night and I told you I would forget you. I know it kills you when I don't notice you or look at you. Now look at you."

Eddie’s shoulders dropped, a mix of frustration and pain washing over his features. The irony twisted in his gut—he had pushed you away, convinced that distance would ease the ache, but here you were, a living reminder of what he had.

" Hey, are you coming?" Jake's head popped up and Eddie growled.

Eddie's fists tightened again, the anger bubbling beneath the surface. The sound of Jake's voice felt like shards digging into him.

“Just a minute!” you called back, your tone strained.

Jake glanced between you and Eddie, confusion.

" Get the fuck out here" Eddie shouted.

Your heart raced, the tension thickening in the small kitchen. "Eddie, don’t," you warned, glancing back at the door, anxiety prickling at your skin.

" Oh I see now, does Eddie Munson have a crush on little Y/N?" Jake cooed.

Eddie’s fists clenched tighter, the air taut between you filling with unspoken words.

“Don’t—” Jake began, but Eddie cut him off with his fist.

The moment snapped like a taut string, the air electric with tension. Eddie swung toward Jake, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the cramped kitchen. You gasped, heart racing as you stepped back.

" Eddie!" you shouted.

Eddie's fist connected with Jake’s jaw, a sickening thud echoing off the metal surfaces. Jake stumbled back, eyes wide with shock, rubbing his chin as confusion morphed into anger.

" Fuck this" Jake says, " You can have my sloppy seconds anyways" Jake scoffed at you.

Eddie's jaw tightened at Jake's words, the anger rising. He took a step forward, fists still clenched at his sides, the adrenaline coursing through his veins like wildfire.

“Stay the hell away from her" Steve walked in, anger shown on his face as he took Jake and dragged him out.

The door swung shut behind Steve and Jake, leaving the room engulfed in silence, the buzzing tension hanging in the air thick and palpable. You stared at Eddie, your chest heaving with a mix of adrenaline and anger.

“Fuck you, Eddie Munson"

The words slipped from your lips like a sharp blade, slicing through the charged atmosphere. Eddie flinched, but his expression quickly hardened.

" I'm not going to stand any man that would treat you like shit,I know what he's capable."

" I liked him!"

Eddie’s breath hitched, a flicker of pain crossing his face. “You liked him? Really?”

“More than I liked you,” you shot back, the heat of your words echoing in the narrow kitchen. " He talked to me, he opened up to me and he held me.."

Eddie’s face contorted with disbelief, his fists trembling at his sides. “Opened up? What the hell does that even mean?”

You stepped back, crossing your arms defensively. “It means he actually cares, Eddie. Unlike you who mopped in silence and always confused me."

Eddie’s expression hardened, a storm brewing beneath the surface of his frustration. “If you think Jake cares, you’re blind. He’s a rebound, nothing more.”

“I already fucked him!"

The confession hung in the air, heavy as a lead weight.

Eddie’s expression drained of color, shock etched into the lines of his face, eyes wide. “What?” The word slipped from his lips, disbelief and anger.

" Twice" you added.

Eddie’s anger flickered out, replaced by something sharper, more painful. His shoulders sagged, the air between you heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unshed tears.

“Twice,” he repeated, as if testing the waters. " And kissed?

" Every time I saw him"

Eddie's eyes narrowed, confusion battling with hurt. “You're not serious,” he whispered, voice cracking. “You really think that’s going to make me just sit back and accept it?”

" And he kissed better than you did" your eyes harden as you stared at him.

Eddie’s jaw clenched as if you had struck him. His breath came in sharp hitches as he processed your words.

"Really? Is that what this all comes down to?" He stepped closer, a mix of anger and hurt. " And if I kissed you right now, harsher and rougher. Would that be better?"

Your heart raced, caught in the tempest of his challenge. The air crackled with tension, your breath hitching as he took a step closer, closing the distance, the memories of that night back ran through your mind.

" Old people like you don't know how that's done" you smirked.

Eddie's expression hardened, the sting of your words igniting a fierce determination in his eyes. He breathed in, his chest rising with a mix of desire and anger.

" Watch your mouth"

You held his gaze, the air between you thick with unspoken emotions. The kitchen hummed with tension, the sharp clinking of utensils outside fading into a background buzz.

" or what, grandpa?“

Eddie stepped closer, invading your space, the heat radiating between you. “I might just show you what ‘old’ really means.”

A shiver ran down your spine, both from fear and something else—something unnamable.

" You're funny, I like to see you try"

Eddie’s lips curled into a smirk, the challenge hanging in the air thicker than the scent of frying bacon. “You have no idea what I’m capable of, do you?”

“Then show me,” you shot back, " or are you too much of coward?"

Eddie's smirk widened, a spark igniting in his dark eyes. The heat of the moment clung to you like a second skin.

He stepped forward, invading the space as he pushed your hair behind your ear.

" I'm not a coward"

" I'm waiting"

Eddie’s breath caught, the intensity of the moment swirling around you like a storm. His fingers brushed against your cheek.

Your hand goes into his hair.

He tensed at your touch, the warmth of your palm igniting a flicker of something deep within him—something he had thought long buried. In that electric moment, everything outside faded.

“Y/N…” Eddie’s voice dropped to an octave. Your thumb run over his bottom lip.

His breath hitched as his hands fall to your waist tugging you close.

Your heart raced, the space between you vanishing in an instant as Eddie’s touch sparked something electric. The warmth of his palm against your waist felt like a tether grounding you to this moment

"Eddie," you start but his lips fall on yours, not soft. Bit rougher and firmer.

The kiss felt like an explosion, raw and intense. You melted into him, the world around you fading into a dull hum. His lips pressed against yours with urgency, igniting a fire deep inside you. You hadn’t expected him to act like this.

His hands fall to your ass, squeezing a bit as he kissed you rougher.

You gasped into the kiss, a mixture of surprise as heat coursing through you. The sensation of him holding you so tightly became something of a need. A moan slips your lips.

His tongue slips into your mouth as he tugs you closer, whimpering into the kiss feeling needy. Your tongue danced with his for battle as your hands tugged his hair.

Eddie groaned, the sound vibrating through you as his hands gripping your waist with an intensity that sent shivers racing through your body.

You pulled away panting, staring at him wide eyed.

“Wow,” you breathed, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. The kiss clawed at reason, unraveling everything you thought your heart had contained.

Eddie’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and something deeper.

" If you kiss me like that everytime I go out with someone, I might do that often" you teased.

Eddie's lips quirked into a half-smile, the tension of the room shifting as something lighter flickered in his eyes. “Oh, so now we’re flirting?” He took a step back, hands raised defensively.

"We did all the time with the banter" you rolled your eyes, " But I am still mad at you."

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, the tension between you slowly easing but still vibrant. “I get it. I messed up. But…” he paused, searching for the right words. “Can we figure this out? Together?”

“We could, hang out... just the two of us"

" Are you asking me out on a date, kid?" Eddie teased.

Your cheeks flushed. “If you want to put it like that…”

Eddie threw his head back, laughter escaping his lips, a mix of relief and something more profound lighting his features. “You really know how to keep a guy on his toes."

" Yes or No, Munson"

Eddie leaned against the counter, a teasing smile playing on his lips, but the weight of his gaze told you he took this seriously. “You ask me that and think I’m just going to say ‘no’?”

You narrowed your eyes, " I don't know. I need a clear answer " you huffed. Eddie took a step foward and leaned in pecking your lips.

“I’m saying yes,” he murmured, his breath mingling with yours, the warmth wrapping around you like a worn blanket.

Your feet moved back and forth, a playful rhythm rising within you, laughter bubbling to the surface. The cramped kitchen seemed to fade, leaving only the electric connection between you and Eddie.

“Is this your version of a victory dance?” he teased, watching.

" Yes" you twirled around.

You spun again, arms outstretched as laughter burst from your lips. The world felt lighter, the tension of the diner a distant murmur outside this small, firelit world you'd created just for the two of you.

Eddie couldn’t help but smile, " Cute, kid."

Steve's brow furrowed as he stepped into the small kitchen, his expression shifting from surprise to annoyance. “What happened in here? I heard shouting, and then… laughter?”

You quickly stepped back, heat washing over youSteve crossed his arms, glancing between you and Eddie, eyes narrowing Steve crossed his arms, glancing between you and Eddie, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Nothing? It sure sounded like something.” He leaned against the door frame, blocking the exit, half-smirking. “And now I see smiles now. What did you do , Munson?"

" I've been asked out on a date" Eddie says.

Steve uncrossed his arms, shock washing over his features. “A date? You just punched Jake and now you’re dating? What kind of logic is that, Eddie?”

“Listen,” Eddie held up a his hand, " Not dating. A date. Do you not comprehand the Enligh language, Harrington?"

Steve stared at Eddie, then back at you, a mix of confusion and amusement playing across his face. “A date? After all that?”

You crossed your arms, trying to hide the smile that threatened to break free. “Things change, kisses were made" you shrugged.

Eddie's smirk widened, the warmth radiating off him settling into something more comfortable.

" oh god, don't start making babies in my kitchen now" Steve grimace.

You burst into laughter, the sound ringing through the small kitchen like music.

“Not planning on it,” you shot back, a teasing glint in your eye. " Although.." you started. Steve put his hands agaisnt his ears, shouting, " No, No" over and over.

Eddie laughed, the sound rolling through the kitchen, breaking the tension that clung to the air. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You scared him, sweetheart"

“He should know better than to eavesdrop.”

Steve rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “I can hear you from a mile away. You two are disgusting."

" and you need to get laid, Harrington!" you shouted.

Steve threw his hands in the air, mock surrendering. “Not my fault you two are suddenly wrapped up in whatever this is! Just keep it out of my kitchen, alright?”

Eddie chuckled, " no promises" Eddie picked up a fry from the plate and popped in his mouth.

" That's for the customer, Munson!"

Steve's voice strained with mock irritation, but a glint of amusement danced in his eyes. “You’ve got to stop treating this place like your personal buffet.”

Eddie shrugged, leaning back casually against the counter, a smirk still plastered on his face, " I got a meal right here" Eddie swung his arm around you as your cheeks got red.

" Eddie!" you playfully pushed him.

His laughter bubbled up, infectious and bright, as he steadied himself against the counter.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying!” He winked, pulling you closer again. The warmth of his arm around your shoulders felt like the most right thing in the world.

" When is our date?" He asks.

" What you doing tonight?"

Eddie’s grin widened, mischief lighting up his eyes. “Oh, I’ve got nothing on the calendar. Just waiting for a certain girl to sweep me off my feet.”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile. “Oh a certain girl? Damn"

Eddie chuckled, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You know I have high standards. Can you meet them?”

“High standards, huh?” you quipped, crossing your arms with a playful smirk. “I think so"

" You two make me sick, go home Y/N. The diner die downed now.." Steve says,

“Go home?” You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “But I thought I was a valuable employee here, Harrington.”

“You are,” he said, with a flick of his hand. “But I’m about to lose my lunch if watch you and Eddie be mushy."

You pushed away from the counter, the lingering warmth of Eddie’s arm slipping away as you laughed, your cheeks still pink.

“Fine, fine! I guess I can’t have the world’s smallest diner as my personal love den.” You rolled your eyes.

" It's my diner and it's perfect without you and Eddie's slobbering all over it" Steve flicked your forehead.

You rubbed your forehead, feigning irritation. “Ouch! What am I, your punching bag?”

Eddie chuckled, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed casually. “Maybe he thinks you like it.”

“Keep dreaming, Munson"

" You're in my dreams" he wrapped his arms around you.

Your heart raced, the warmth of his embrace pulling you in deeper. The playful banter melted under the weight of something genuine, a tender moment hidden beneath the laughter.

Steve rolled his eyes, his smile betraying his mock annoyance. “Ugh get out before I kick both of your asses"

You raised your hands in surrender, laughter bubbling up again as you nudged Eddie toward the door. “Alright, alright! We’re going!”

Eddie flashed that irresistible grin, slipping a casual arm around your shoulders as he walked you to the exit.

The cool night air wrapped around you as you stepped outside, laughter lingering like the scent of coffee and pancakes clinging to your clothes. Eddie leaned against his rusted van, fumbling with the keys, but his focus remained fixed on you.

" What are you looking at?" you asked.

Eddie’s gaze traveled over your face, lingering on the way your lips curled slightly, like you were on the edge of laughter. “Just taking in the view,” he said, a smirk dancing on his lips.

" I think your the better view"

Eddie's laughter rang out, warm and infectious, illuminating the dim evening air.

"Flattery won’t get you any extra fries, sweetheart," he joked, leaning casually against the passenger side of his van, his dark hair fluttering in the wind. " I get those at work, how about a kiss?" you asked.

Eddie’s brow arched, and a playful smirk spread across his face. “A kiss, huh? You sure you can handle it?”

You stepped closer, daring him with your eyes. “I can handle a lot more than you think."

You quickly peck his lips.

Eddie’s eyes widened, surprise flickering across his features for a brief moment before a grin spread across his face. He leaned closer, slipping into your space with a playful glint in his eyes.

Your heart raced, butterflies swirling in your stomach like a storm. “What do you mean? It was a kiss."

Eddie stepped forward, his gaze steady and full of mischief. The air pulsed with the promise of something more, something deeper.

“Come here.” His voice dripped with that familiar velvet tone. He leaned down and licked your lips, laughing.

Your breath caught, heart racing at his playful confidence. “Eddie!” The protest slipped from your lips, half-amused and half-surprised.

He leaned back slightly, watching your reaction with a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

You hummed, sneakily put your cold hands under his shirt.

Eddie's breath hitched, his body tensing at the chill of your fingers against his warm skin.

“What the hell?” he gasped, laughter mixing with startled surprise. " alright" he nodded, taking your face and licking your cheeks.

You squealed, heart racing as the warm laugh spilled from his lips, the shock of his playful gesture turning into laughter that brightened the night. “Eddie! What are you doing?!”

" Payback" he mutters. You flicked his nose in return.

Eddie recoiled slightly, a teasing frown forming on his lips. “Hey! That was uncalled for!” He rubbed his nose dramatically, the laughter still dancing in his eyes.

“Consider it a warning,” you shot back, crossing your arms. " Oh yeah?" He pulled you closer by tugging your shirt.

Eddie tugged you closer, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. “A warning, huh? Sounds like a challenge to me.”

He leaned down to lick your nose like a cat.

You recoiled, laughter bursting from your lips as you jerked back. “Eddie, that’s disgusting!”

The corners of his mouth twitched, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Just testing the waters. Thought you might like it.

You reached under his shirt and twisted his nipple.

Eddie yelped, eyes wide with shock, his hand flying protectivly to his chest as he stumbled back a step. “What the hell?!”

“Is that too much for you, Munson?” you teased, lauhing, " I thought you liked tugging?"

Eddie shook his head, amusement replaced by mock indignation. “Tugging, sure. But you’ve crossed some sort of line!” He grinned, mischief glimmering in his eyes.

His hands falls on your ass, giving it a spank.

The sound echoed through the parking lot, sharp and unexpected. You yelped in surprise, heat flooding your cheeks as you spun to face him.

“Eddie!”

He crossed his arms, a wicked grin dancing on his face. “What? You act like I’m the first guy to do that!”

“Not in public!” You shot back, this time Eddie squeezes your ass.

A jolt ran through you, laughter bursting out as you swatted his hand away, your cheeks hot. “Eddie, seriously!”

He leaned back against the van, a smug grin plastered on his face. “What? You don't like it?

" I do.. just" Eddie leaned down brushing his lips agaisnt yours.

" Just what, sweetheart?"

You swayed slightly, caught in the thrill of the moment, your heart thumping in your chest. The warmth of his breath brushed against your skin, a teasing caress that sent shivers down your spine.

"Just...kiss me.."

Eddie's smirk deepened, a playful glimmer dancing in his eyes. "Oh, I thought you’d never ask."

He closed the distance between you, capturing your lips once more. This kiss feels full of sparks as you kiss him back.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that sent your heart racing. You melted against him, fingers curling into his hair, pulling him closer, as everything else fades away.

" You're pretty good with your mouth" you mumble against his lips.

Eddie chuckled softly, his lips brushing against yours, sending delightful shivers down your spine. “You haven't seen anything yet,” he whispered, his breath warm and teasing.

You pulled back slightly, your gaze locking with his—a mix of laughter.

" Is that a promise, grandpa?" you teased.

Eddie laughed, a warm, throaty sound that sent a jolt through you. “Oh, it’s a promise, alright. But only if you can keep up.”

He stepped back slightly, an unmistakable grin stretched across his face.

" Think you can handle me?" you asked.

Eddie laughed, the sound rich and full, as he leaned against the van. “Handle you? Please, sweetheart. I think you’re the one who’ll need to keep up with me.”

" What, you have a magically cock or something? "

Eddie's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Maybe I do. You’ll just have to find out.”

" You're such a tease, Munson"

Eddie leaned back against the van, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Tease? Me? Never," he said, putting a hand dramatically on his chest. "I’m a gentleman, sweetheart."

" as if" you chuckled. " More like the a gremlin"

Eddie grinned, leaning back dramatically as if you had struck him. “Gremlin? Now that’s just plain harsh.” He clutched his heart in mock disbelief, crossing his arms.

" You can take it, grandpa"

Eddie feigned a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over his forehead as if he were about to swoon. “A gremlin? You wound me, sweet girl. I thought I was the charming prince in your fairy tale.”

You rolled your eyes, " So dramatic"

Eddie feigned a gasp, throwing his head back in mock agony. “Dramatic? Me? Never! I’m as straight as a ruler.”

“Well, ruler are you going to open your car or are we going to stand here all night?"

Eddie chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he fished the keys from his pocket. “Oh, right. The chariot awaits, fair lady.” He swung the door open with a flourish, gesturing for you to get in.

" Thank you, kind sir" you pecked his cheek.Eddie's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as you slid into the passenger seat. He blinked, surprise and delight battling on his face. “You know, chivalry isn’t dead after all,” he quipped, closing the door with a hop in his step.

He sat in the driver seat, " Ready for this date, whatever you have planned" He says.

The engine roared to life, rattling beneath you, and you turned to Eddie, whose expression blended excitement with mischief. “I’m not giving away any surprises,” you teased, leaning against the door, an impish smile tugging at your lips.

" First take me home, and we will go from there"

Eddie nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “Home it is, princess.” He pulled out of the diner’s parking lot, tires squealing slightly as he accelerated into the night.

#older eddie munson #older Eddie Munson x you #older Eddie Munson x reader #older Eddie Munson x y/n #Older Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #jewls writes

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sometimesanalice · 2 months ago

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I’m so curious about ‘Like I Can” and reader’s childhood/high school background!! Could we get some little flashbacks? Your work is amazing btw❣️❣️❣️

Ah! This was such a fun message to get! Sorry it took me a minute to respond, I wanted to make sure I had time to sit down and give it the attention it deserves!

What do you want to know? My inbox is always open, so please feel free to send thoughts or questions in any time they pop up! 🫶🏻

But here’s more about Sweet Girl for you! (i might have gone a little overboard, lol)

Sweet Girl was a bit of a shy girlie and a bit of a late bloomer in her younger years. It wasn’t until high school where she really started coming out of her shell.

She spent a lot of time at the Bradshaw house growing up and felt like it was hers too. Carole was the one who first gave her the “sweet girl” nickname and they had a really close relationship (sg still has the locket Carole gave her for her 13th birthday). And SG’s favorite nights were the ones where they’d get to have sleepovers. The moms would be upstairs having their own (wine, brownies, and romcoms), and her and Bradley would have free rein of the living room. (she famously isn't a fan of movie theater popcorn while Bradley is the extra butter kind of guy, but she does like the kettle corn kind.)

After her parent’s divorce, she had a complicated relationship with her dad. SG never saw it coming and then he moved very quick with a new wife and step siblings, and she felt really betrayed there for a while.

She had a few close friends in her grade, but Bradley was always who she considered her best friend. And because of that she did get picked on sometimes mainly by shitty boys who didn’t understand why they were so close or why he’d want to hang out with her (especially since they have a 2 year gap, so they’d call her his shadow or a tagalong). Bradley made it clear that anyone who messed with her wasn’t cool with him, but there were still some comments under breaths that she’d hear sometimes chose to keep to herself.

She’s always been artsy (she doodled some very detailed fireballs on the page of the sheet music book with Great Balls of Fire that she gave Bradley for his 12th birthday). But her favorite classes in high school were AP history (preferred euro over us) and computer science. (She originally wanted to be a graphic designer, and focused on pursuing her freshman year in college before later changing her major.)

Tennis was her sport of choice, and she was pretty decent at it. Her mom, Carole, and Bradley (baseball schedule depending) were always in the stands to cheer her on (the moms had to sit through so much spring sports, those opaque tumblers were definitely filled with wine, lol)! Both SG and Bradley had shirts they’d made as self professed #1 fan of the other when they were at each other’s games. The year she almost made it to the state playoffs was the year after Carole passed away, and after that happened and seeing her mom there alone in the stands without Carole or Bradley, she quit playing.

Miss ma’am is a smart cookie, and was one of three valedictorians in her class. (She did not audition to give the speech and let one of the others do it because she doesn't like a lot of attention directed at her.)

Her respect for the library (and why she won’t make out with Bradley in the stacks, even though he’s always trying to get her to after they get together, she won’t but she does let him carry her books, lol) is because she used to spend her summers volunteering there. Bradley would either drop SG off or pick her up depending on his baseball camp schedule and his job scooping ice cream. (Which Bradley has a struck ‘no milkshakes’ in the montero rule after she spilled hers one time, and he never let her forget about it)

I do have plans for a couple longer oneshots about their younger years! Including one about the night at the homecoming party where Bradley got his scars, and then also about the period after Carole died and Bradley's self destructive era (when he tried to implode their friendship).

As for some little flashbacks, I think that sounds like so much fun! I love their dynamic so much and have fun weaving in things from their past into the stories I write when I have the chance to do it! If there's specific things you're interested, send them my way! I'm happy to keep a little list and work on them when the time and inspiration hits!

#bradley and sweet girl #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #like i can tgm #inbox 💌#answers from alexa

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cafecourage · 9 months ago

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Can I have King! Time trying to find Reader who's hiding from him during a gala?

Any interpretation of this is fine! 🥰🥰

Yes ma’am!! And I’m making this targeted. Love you <3

Author smirks at him, “why not? I’ll be at Prince Sky’s birthday party. Find me and maybe I’ll consider your courtship.” It’s a dare Time couldn’t find himself refusing, with all his life he has never met anyone like the benevolent Author.

The day she came into his life the wheels of his fate started to turn once again. Slowly the day to day grind of his immortal life brightens as he had her to look forward to. Time was quick originally to have the Author as an ally, as he was getting too caught up in government work to help his citizens. He trusts her with his kingdom wholeheartedly.

Which is what led him to this problem to begin with. As a dragon by nature Time was greedy, he wanted to claim Author as a part of his horde and court her offically. Techically he has already put a claim on her, but it was more like a way for the castle's staff to know she had his permission to be in the castle.

But now…. now it's different. Time wants to properly court the human, and while he wasn’t regected outright, he wasn’t given a yes. “Fine.” He finally says after a bit, it wouldn’t be fun now to instantly track you down. After all, he has the whole timeline in his hands to watch. “But as to not make this boring for either of us. I won't use my magic, and limit my dragon sense.”

The Author's face went from confident to confusion, but in the end she went with it. What’s the point of a hunt if it's over in 5 seconds after all?

Honestly he wasn’t going to join the ball for all that long originally. His normal routine would have been to say hello to those he knows and leave to more quieter areas. Then when the party dies down reappears like he has been there the whole time and leaves officially.

This party was also going to be the most chaotic one he has seen so far. With not only Author coming in her civilian form. Time was pretty sure he noticed a familiar witch pass by him.

That wasn’t his problem tonight. He silently just wishes Sky luck as the prince was dragged off. Time turns to scan the crowd now that most if not all guests have arrived. Time couldn’t help but wonder if Author was watching him, waiting to see if he would figure it out.

For once Time didn’t know how to start with this, his sense of smell is limited since the room is full of people and dragons. So it was by vibes and vibes alone. Which he assumed it was the point of all of this game. Moving to the buffet table as he wanted a drink hopeful he can get rid of the small migraine he was suffering from.

He was looking through the crowd only half looking for the Author. The night was still young and he still had time to look for her, he watched as Twilight socializes more with people his age. While even though his Nephew was being tormented by his friends in a slightly polite way but Time was proud of. His gaze shifts to the other people on the sidelines.

Someone catches his attention.

A royal blue he was familiar with flutters and weaves through the crowd almost making a bee line to the balcony. Time’s curiosity peaks as most of the time if someone did that something happened. He put down his wine and head out to follow the lady. Mainly just incase something did happen he could let Sky know. The prince is a no nonsense person so he wouldn’t want anyone to be harassed at his own party.

The cool air was a relief to his small headache, it was nice to have peace and quiet. Time reminded himself he wasn’t here for peace though. He looks around for a second before noticing a small figure in the corner resting on a bench. He wanders over causally as he tries to assess the situation. The Lady doesn’t look hurt, or sad, or angry. She just looked tired. Her dress while Time couldn’t confirm due to poor lighting also looked fine so he could check harassment off for now.

“Mind some company?” He asks gaining the attention of the other guest.

She looks up at him wide eyed before straighten up. “Of course your highness.” She said softly as she moves to the side for him to sit.

“Please don’t worry about formalities.” Time saids as he sits downs “is everything ok?” He asks as that was the reason why he was here.

“No!” She looked panicked a bit “I mean… I’m just tired. I haven’t been to one of these in a while.”

Time hums and looks at the windows into the ballroom. “Understandable. I don’t particularly like these types of events either.” He shrugs “but I am here for my boy and friends. Unfortunately I can’t leave.”

This earns a small laugh from her that made his heart flutter a bit. “I guess even the King needs to let his hair down.” She said looking up at him with a small sparkle in her eyes.

Time’s brain had to reboot itself as he knew this person. He didn’t realize his scent is on her because he was so overloaded from being inside. “May I ask why are you here?” He said not giving away much but his suspicions were growing.

“I was going to meet someone here.” She whispered as if she was worried about something. “But I couldn’t find him.”

“Ah…” That made him feel a bit guilty “I am sorry… for making you wait then.”

“Huh?” They locked eyes, she was in shock while Time couldn’t figure out why. He had already claimed her as apart of his treasure. Courting or not Author was special to Time. He loved her and she helped his kingdom. That realization must of dawned on her. “YOU CHEATED!” She accused him, which made Time burst out into laughter.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #coffee #whats a royal tag?#Royal Jelly #dragon fruit sorbet

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disillusioneddanny · 2 years ago

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Okay okay DPXDC idea!!!

Danny has been acting strange for weeks. Damian, being the attentive and loving boyfriend that he is has decided that it’s up to him to find out what’s wrong with the half ghost. For weeks he spends his time stalking his boyfriend, taking him as best as he can when he can. When he isn’t following Danny behind his back, Damian is doing everything to spoil his boyfriend and make sure that he’s happy.

It’s not working tho! He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. Usually he’s an amazing boyfriend but no matter what he does, it just seems as though the ghost king is restless. Danny isn’t sleeping, he’s floating through the halls of their house at all hours of the night. It’s as though the halfa is looking for something. But what? What the hell is Danny looking for? Why isn’t he happy?

One night on patrol, Damian mentions it to his brothers, not sure what else he could do to take care of his boyfriend. He’s usually so good at this. Why isn’t it working?

“His death day is coming up, right?” Todd questions.

“Yes. It will have been ten years since his accident. We have already made plans for what we are going to do to commemorate the event. Why?”

“When it’s my death day I always like to go to my gravestone. I know I’m not there anymore. But it soothes the pits and I dunno the weeks before my death day I get restless.”

“We’ve been together for five years now, Todd. He has never behaved like this in his death day before.”

“I don’t fucking know dude. Maybe since it’s the ten year anniversary it’s striking something in him. Does he have a grave he can visit?”

“No. He never fully died. And he was never buried.”

“Why don’t we hold him a funeral and give him a grave?”

So that’s what the BatFam does! They decide to hold a funeral on Danny’s death day. It’s really more like a memorial service and it’s pretty morbid. But the grin on Danny’s face as his friends and family all take the time to tell their favorite Danny stories makes Damian feel as though he’s the best boyfriend in the world. Manson and Foley both give tear jerking speeches about the day Danny died and how it had hurt them. But that they had also were so proud of the halfa and how far he had come since then.

After the eulogies Damian’s brothers all decide to throw Danny into a casket and bury him, just so the guy can get the full experience. Danny finds it absolutely hilarious and also cathartic as hell. Danny floats out of the casket to find a headstone with his birthday and death day on it. He immediately bursts into tears and pulled Damian into his arms.

“I didn’t realize how empty I felt for so long,” he whispered, face pressed against Damian’s chest. “As fucked up and morbid as this was, it was what I needed. No one ever grieved my death except me. My parents didn’t even grieve, they just wanted to experiment on me.”

“Danny, I grieve your death every single day,” Damian said, running fingers through his beloveds hair. “Every day I think about what you missed out on in life, I grieve the childhood that you lost. I grieve the parents who disowned you. I know for a fact that Manson and Foley grieved, you heard their speeches. Watching you die did a number on them and is something that still effects them. Just remember, though, you are still here and with us.”

Danny pulled back and kisses Damian, effectively embarrassing his boyfriend in front of his friends and family. The vigilante absolutely hated any kind of public displays of affection. “Thank you.”

Every death day after that, Danny and Damian find themselves in the cemetery in front of his gravestone. After a few years, Danny finally finds the courage to tell Damian the full story of how he died. Damian had a rough idea but no one had ever mentioned the full story as to how it happened. It may be fucked up and morbid, but the peace that Danny feels is more important to Damian than any kind of discomfort that he would ever feel.

#Damian Wayne x Danny Fenton #Damian Wayne #danny fenton #danny phantom #batfam #batpham #batman #dc x dp au #dp x dc crossover #Popswriting #popwrites #dis writes #diswrites #pop writes

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puddle-nerd · 1 year ago

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You’ll Do

Summary: You’re lucky you survived the crash but after you crawled to safety, well, the phrase was out of the pot and into the fire, right?

(Recombinant Jake Sully/Human Reader)

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Pre Way of Water, Slight Mention of Gore, Restraints, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Neytiri Died, I’m Sorry, Manhandling, Verbal Degradation, Knife Kink, Mention of Non-Lethal Self-Harm, Mention of Blood, Panties Uses as a Gag, Extremely Dubious Consent, R4p3/Non-Consensual, Interspecies Sex, Na’vi Biology (Avatar – Cameron), Na’vi Language (Avatar – Cameron), Vaginal Sex, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Belly Bulge, Jake Sully Definitely Babbles During Sex, Creampie

So, this story was requested by @jakesullywhore, happy early birthday, baby girl 😘😘😘, on Tumblr back during Luna’s Kinktober Challenge (and she’s been wonderfully patient with me, I’m so, so, so sorry it took so long) and then it turned out… uh… quite a bit longer than I was originally expecting (insert sheepish shuffling here) in amongst several things happening all at once IRL so if you want to skip to the smut, and you’re over the age of eighteen, scroll down to the

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* Beginning of 18+ / NSFW Scene *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Na’vi Translation: Hì’i — small, little (size) Mawey – calm Olo’eyktan — clan leader (generally gender-neutral) Sevin — pretty (mainly for female(s)) Tawtute — human | Sky Person Toruk Makto — rider of last shadow | currently, Jake Sully

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You looked up as your supervisor groaned in protest as the supply train rumbled down the freshly built tracks, rocking with its momentum slowly but surely back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Your gaze didn’t falter from him as he closed his eyes, trying to center himself so he didn’t vomit while his motion sickness made itself known. “Ya good, sir?” you asked over the hum of the engine and the sound of the wheels turning, your words making your mask fog up briefly. The compartment was atmospherically converted to oxygen but with the increase of raids by the one known as Toruk Makto and his Na’vi followers, it was better to be safe and have your mask on, just in case. “You’re really pale,” you added.

Actually, he looked kinda green and you were beginning to think he was going to puke any second now.

Your supervisor looked up at you from where he sat across the way and gave a weak smile from behind the plexiglass of his mask, sweat beading up visibly upon his forehead. You’d think he’d have been used to the way a train rocked, having claimed to be from New York back on Earth, but who were you to judge? You all had come out here for a chance at a better life and there really wasn’t anything back on your home planet for you, personally, so when they opened up opportunities for grunt work (i.e. luckily you were a high value information system tech), they let you grab a space on the next flight out to Pandora. Only to find yourself in a middle of a war zone and having to take care of people who hadn’t been informed of what they were getting into. You hadn’t really known either, but that was beside the point. You reached beneath your seat and leaned forward to hand him a vomit sack. Suddenly, the illumination turned a reddish hue from a warm white, a skreiching alarm blaring over the speakers, a voice shouting, “Missiles inbound! Port side! Brace for impact! Brace f–”

Then the world went topsy turvy as the train de-railed.

What happened next came to you in spurts. The screech of metal on metal. The blur of the red warning lights amongst the darkness of the cabin with the world turning itself upon its head mimicking a high-speed roller-coaster back on Earth. The pain of smacking your masked face into the cushion of your full-body harness. The reek of liquid iron and the stench of something burning, stinging your nose. The sound of high-pitched screams ripped from several throats. The taste of copper upon your tongue. Pain radiating throughout your body from the top of your head to the tips of your booted toes.

Then nothing.

No sight, no sound, no smell, no touch, no taste…

Was it seconds later when you slowly regained consciousness?

Minutes?

Hours?

Your skull felt heavy and full of cotton as you very slowly lifted your chin, your eyelids blinking slowly as you took in the scene now, acutely aware of the ringing in your ears muffling everything else out. Shock rippled through you, icy and paralyzing, as you stared uncomprehendingly at the wreckage that had once been the train car you had been sitting in. Were still sitting in. Were you sitting? Your head ached.

Fear gripped you, your stomach turning as you surveyed the shattered glass, the debris of metal, splashes of dark liquid that smelled like the sharp tang of fuel and blood, and chunks of unidentifiable meat. You blinked slowly but the throbbing in your head refused to comprehend what you were gazing at – or maybe it was the shock of it all – and so you looked down at your own body. The harness was pulled tight around your chest and hips and your leg looked like it was bent at a funny angle for a moment, until you realized… it wasn’t your leg. Your hands trembled with a surge of adrenaline as you struggled to press the release clasps. Once you managed to liberate yourself from the strangling body-belt, you fell forward and stumbled to your feet, wobbling forward over questionable piles of… things you refused to look too closely at to get towards where you could see the light of day peeking out from where the door had crumpled in like tin, your limbs feeling like they were weighed down with lead blocks but you managed to slide yourself out, your gaze hazy and your mind slow as a turtle.

Pieces of shattered glass twinkled menacingly from the smoldering dirt in the sunlight amongst pieces of metal that should have been on the train.

Something huge suddenly swooped over your head and you lurched to the side as you saw a couple of colorful Mountain Banshees for the first time ever. You stared at them as they landed further down the wreckage and then noticed several very large bodies crawling over the train and the upturned earth.

You blinked and struggled to focus as you saw one of them, huge and blue, turn towards you, painted with black and green paint stripes all over his face and body beneath his battle band and very human-style tactical vest. You watched him incline his head before his lips drew back and he hissed in your direction and a new wave of adrenaline flooded your body.

You were going to die.

You didn’t think.

You just turned and ran.

You weren’t fast enough, though, and a sharp pain to the back of your head had you blacking out.

𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸 · ─────── · 𖥸

You could hear them moving around you as you took stock of your situation, your eyes currently shut as you regained your other senses. There were at least two beings hissing at each other in a foreign language you recognized as the Na’vi tongue that you had no hope of understanding. The air smelled stale and recycled while you could taste a touch of iron on the back of your tongue. Your wrists were tied to the unforgiving metal table you were laying on, the cold seeped into your skin.

Your bare skin.

You sucked in a sharp breath at the realization that you were stripped almost fully naked and your eyes shot open. You tried to sit up only to jerk backwards, your wrists pulling tightly from where they were secured above your head. Your ankles were restrained as well.

“Oh, good, the sevin hì’itawtute is awake.”

You twitched, shrinking in on yourself as far as you could when you laid your gaze on two big blue striped beings watching you with interested golden eyes.

One was more serious, more intense, with his beaded braids hanging about his rounded cheeks and bordering his red ornate necklace. His broad shoulders, built chest, and thick arms looked more human-like except for the generous smattering of bioluminescent freckles adorning his striped sapphire skin. His torso tapered down into a slim waist, a leather band encircling just beneath his pecs. A light purple loincloth hung from a thin band over the front of his pelvis, a dagger longer than your forearm gracing his left hip. The other Na’vi was smirking much more mischievously at you, his heated golden eyes scanning your body with a hunger that made you shiver. His own braids, unadorned except for two hanging in front, were more towards the top of his head, the right side of his skull shaved. The second male was also so much leaner and gangly than the first, all long limbs with an equally lengthy torso and slutty, little waist though he was easily a couple of inches taller with less freckles that you could see. His dagger, hanging from his left lip, was a littler shorter as well above his simple green loincloth. They were both quite handsome in their unique ways.

“Go get Dad,” the broader male hissed in English.

You blinked.

Brothers?

The leaner male rolled his eyes with a sigh and turned on his heel and you felt your eyes widen as a blush stained your cheeks seeing that his loincloth left his firm backside on display. You glanced away only to see the remaining male raise a brow at you with a knowing look in his golden gaze. You flushed further and looked away, turning you eyes up towards the restraints holding your arms and then down to your ankles allowing you to see you still wore your sports bra and your thin, cotton panties.

The whoosh of the door opening again drew your attention and you choked.

While the two males were handsome, this third Na’vi – their father – made them pale in comparison. His long black hair was styled into thick, unadorned dreads and pushed back from his black and green streaked face. A woven band crossed over his forehead with something shimmering over his burning golden eyes was adorned with small, sharp bones that were probably as long as your hand from base to the tip of your middle finger. A wide, flat nose tipped in pink flared as he scented you, his thin lips pressing together. A comm unit acted as a choker as it settled at the base of his throat, just above a second necklace with five small stones. His shoulders were wide beneath his tactical vest, his chest was… beefy to say the least, and his biceps were near double the size of your head. His built torso tapered down into a trim waist cushioned lightly with an ever so slight, soft and inviting plushness, his brown loincloth embroidered with specialty woven knots around the hem and over the belt clinging to his hips. From mid-thigh to just above his ankles, dark brown leggings clung to his strong legs in a most sinful way that had you swallowing around a growing lump in your throat.

“Out,” the adult male hissed, his gaze not leaving you. He added something in the Na’vi language you had no hope of understanding.

The serious teen male nodded quietly and grabbed his brother by the back of the neck, pulling the mischievous-looking one roughly out of the… you supposed it was originally a shack laboratory that had been retrofitted to become your jailcell, hence why you could breathe without your mask.

You swallowed, watching the adult Na’vi male look over your nearly naked form once more.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked, reaching down and unbuckling his tactical vest slowly, revealing a battle band in red and brown nestled just under his thick pectoral muscles, tossing the vest over to the side once he was freed. You shook your head because you weren’t sure. “You probably have heard of me. I’m known as Toruk Makto, more commonly called Jake Sully.”

You felt the blood drain from your face.

This was THE Jake Sully?

Oh, fuck… No wonder General Ardmore was determined to have LOTS of man and firepower because every inch of this Na’vi gave of vibes that screamed ‘lethal’.

You swallowed again and nodded, letting him know you now knew who he was. Your eyes flicked over every single inch of him once more and you shivered again at seeing that his whole body was defined muscle that human men wished they could have. And you weren’t entirely sure if it was because of the cold of the table, the chill of the air, or the fact that he was seriously fucking hot but your whole body trembled. Not, that that meant anything. God, you hoped his ability to smell things was seriously overstated. “I’m telling you this so that you understand what’s about to happen to you.”

You wetted your lips with your tongue and whispered hoarsely, “You’re going to torture me for information?”

Golden eyes – darkened with rage – flicked your way and a slow smirk that promised things pulled at his thin lips, revealing sharp fangs that had your heart doubling in speed. He replied, “Something like that.” He removed the leather strap from around his middle and tossed it over to where the vest was now. “I know it’s not entirely your fault, you’re just a drop in the bucket of problems known as the human race trying to destroy Pandora,” he removed his headpiece and added it to the growing pile, “but I need to know who’s in charge and what your superiors are planning.” His tomahawk from the small of his back was the fourth thing he removed from his body, though this he placed on the table by your hip, chuckling meanly when you attempted to shift away from the sharp edges of the weapon.

“I’m just a lowly IT,” you admitted, fear making you jittery upon the table. “General Ardmore doesn’t even know my name.”

Jake leered at you nastily, unsheathing his front dagger and slamming it down by your head with a startling SLAM. You recoiled sharply, twisting your head away from him and squeezing your eyes shut as your heart beat vibrated within your chest. “That’s alright,” Jake hissed, bending down and breathing hotly into your ear. “I’m sure I can make use of you… somehow.” You trembled as he pulled back and circled your body on the table. “You know, up until about a year ago, I was happy,” he told you conversationally, trailing his callus roughened fingers over the softness of your body, causing you to flinch again and tremble. “Y’know, I was the Olo’eyktan, wha’chu call the clan leader.” He pinched at your fleshy hip, the one on the other side from where he had left his weapon, chuckling as you baulked away from his touch. “I was respected by The People,” he continued, moving towards your feet and you hoped to god he wouldn’t tickle your soles, “all throughout the vast jungles of Pandora. I had a wife and four beautiful children. Had.”

Oh… shit…

You met his gaze and now understood the fury in his golden depths.

Jake told you, voice flat and ice cold, “My wife, my mate, my better half, my Neytiri te Tskaha Mo’at’ite died today because all of you stupid humans had to come the fuck back here where you weren’t wanted.”

You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t your fault. You hadn’t killed her. You hadn’t killed anyone. But you could see the absolute wrath and the soul-shattering hatered burning deeply from within the golden depths of his eyes. You understood from just looking at him that he wouldn’t really listen to any of your words or, even if he did hear what you said to him, he wouldn’t actually care about them. Either way, he was about to take it out on you in one way or another.

“So… what do you have to say about that?” Jake demanded.

You gulped and murmured, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Jake’s ears flicked back and he bared his teeth, shaking his head as his tail – he had a fucking tail! – lashed back and forth in agitation. “Y-you’re sorry? You’re sorry?! How’s that – how is that going to bring back my wife!?”

“It’s not! It’s – it’s not,” you yelped, flinching away from the fists he pounded down onto the metal table between your secured ankles as best you could, though it wasn’t much. You stuttered, tripping over your words, “But I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sully! I – I swear, I swear, I swear I had n-nothing to do with it! I – I’ve never killed any – anyone, I swear. I’m just a, uh, just a computer jockey!”

His nose flared as he scented you again and a wide, dark smirk adorned his features as a switch seemed to flip and an idea came to him.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·. Beginning of 18+ / NSFW Scene .·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

“Well, if you’re not high enough up the chain and have no useful information to give me, guess I’m gonna have to find a different use for ya,” Jake announced and reached down. The Na’vi male pressed a lever on the table and the table flipped nearly vertical to about a 75-degree angle, causing you to yelp in surprise as you were suddenly jerked upright, the tomahawk and the dagger sliding – luckily – harmlessly down to hit the floor with a loud double ‘CLANG’. He chuckled meanly down at you, pressing something else to lock you into place.

You gulped, begging to know as your heart pounded rapidly in your chest, “What are you going to do to me?”

The painted male just smirked, flashing his fangs.

Kneeling down between your legs, your whole body shivered of the sight of Jake exchanging your ankle restraints for his large hands, his grip strong and unyielding giving you no chance to kick him in his stupidly handsome face. You felt your belly twist itself into knots as a warm bubble of dread – yes, it was definitely dread and nothing else – began to build inside of you as an idea of how he was going to “make use of you” formed in the back of your mind.

Jake manipulated your legs apart and leaned in, pressing his flat, pink nose against the front of your panties, flaring as he sucked in a deep breath with a chuckle. “Well, …look at that. You’re liking this, little girl,” Jake hummed, rubbing his nose over the material separating him from your femininity. “If I strip you, how wet will I find you, you stupid fucking slut?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he added, “Guess I’ll find out in a second. Don’t move.” Letting go of one of your legs after placing it over his shoulder and nipping at it in warning to not kick him or anything, he grabbed his dagger from the floor and brought it up to your crotch. You whimpered, trying not to squirm as the sharp edge of his weapon was drawn carefully up the silken skin of your inner thighs, leaving little red welts but not actually splitting the skin, getting closer and closer to your cunt. You recoiled slightly. “Don’t. Fucking. Move,” Jake reiterated with a rumbling growl, ears and tail both flicking in irritation.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimpered, flinching when he tucked the sharp edge under the hem of your panties and tore it beyond repair. “Please…”

Jake smirked as he cut away your panties completely, muttering up towards you, “You’re gonna be saying that for a different reason in a little bit, little girl.” You froze, watching as he tossed the scraps of fabric away and raised his knife one more time, lifting it to the material of your sports bra and hooking it beneath the front hem. The material gave away just as easily as your panties had, ripping like paper up the middle, revealing your tits to his gaze before methodically cutting the shoulder straps of what used to be your chest covering. “Huh, you are actually pretty, aren’cha?” Jake muttered, more to himself than to you as he tossed the now useless fabric away and set his dagger back down onto the ground. His gaze drifted down to your pussy and he smirked. “Oh yeah, you are such a dirty little slut, aren’t ya?” Jake chuckled, finally placing your other leg over his shoulder and inspecting you. “Gonna be a tight fit but now… I can smell you even better, all sweet and musky. Wonder if you taste just as sweet?”

He leaned forward, cupping your upper thighs with his blue hands, and pressed his nose against your center, breathing deep.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, cringing as much as you could away from his touch. “Oh, please don’t do this. I – I don’t want this, Sully. Please.”

You didn’t know who you were trying to convince more.

Jake or yourself.

He ignored your words and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and sliding it up the seam of your cunt from the bottom to your clit. You yelped, jerking away from him again at the feel of what you might describe as sandpaper touched your most intimate of parts. It wasn’t… unpleasant… but it was, definitely, strange. He tightened his grip on your legs and did it again, collecting your wetness upon his tongue. And then again. And again. You chewed on your lower lip, trying not to make any further noises or to move, lest he got angry or thinking you were enjoying this.

‘You weren’t enjoying this. You weren’t. You weren’t. You weren’t,’ you chanted to yourself.

“You can try to be quiet all you want, but I’ll get’cha to sing,” the Na’vi male told you confidently, smirk firmly in place on his azure skin. “Singing like an ol’ opera singer.” With that, he leaned in and began his attack on your pussy, dipping his tongue inside your cunt and rubbing his nose against your clit, determination pouring off of him to make you enjoy yourself, whether you liked it or not. The control this man had over his tongue made you bloody your lower lip from biting down so hard on it, just as equally resolute to not give in. No matter how good it felt. But Jake was a man on a mission, practically shoving his face against your pussy and feasting like you were going to be his last meal.

You felt the pleasure undeniably building, a choked whine building in the back of your throat.

Jake lifted his gaze and pulled back, seeing the blood trickling down your chin from where your teeth had dug too deeply. “Ah, fuck, don’t do that,” he grumbled and looked around swiftly. Spotting the remains of your bra and underwear, he grabbed your ex-chest covering and balled it up, wiping away the red liquid from your skin roughly, ignoring your mewl of pain. Now that your underwear was even more ruined, he tossed the sports bra back down and grabbed your panties, balling them up and shoving them into your mouth. “There now, no biting yourself while I enjoy my snack, you ungrateful brat,” he snarked picking up right where he left off and devouring your cunt like he was starving, humming as he dug his tongue deeper into your passage than you ever got with your own fingers. And his tongue was thick enough to almost resemble the girth of the silicon dildo you’d smuggled in the luggage you’d been allowed to bring with you from Earth.

You could no longer hold back the whimpers, your makeshift gag muffling your noise only somewhat.

“Yeah, that’s it, you needy little whore,” Jake chuckled against your clit before lapping at it greedily. “Let those noises out. Let me know what a filthy little slut you are for the first male Na’vi that gives you attention.” He laughed a little more to himself and then leaned in sucking on your hard nub as he slipped two broad fingers into your wet heat, curling them just so that had your eyes crossing as you jerked against your restraints and dug your heels into his shoulders while also trying to rut your hips up into his mouth and hand. “That’s it, bitch. I can feel you tightening. You’re getting close, aren’cha? Gonna cum with your enemy finger fucking you like a dirty, little slut?” Your inner walls clenched greedily around his digits and then he found a spot deep inside of you.

Your climax took you by surprise, running you over like a bus or a train…

‘Oh, too soon,’ you thought just before the euphoria overtook your senses.

You jerked in your restraints, screaming through the gag as you unraveled, your whole-body trembling with bliss.

“Fuck, yeah, look at you,” Jake sneered as he sat back on his heels, still curling his fingers inside of you as he rubbed circles over your clit to draw out your orgasm. “What a fucking little whore. Look how much you came for me.”

You sagged in your restraints, panting heavily and continuing to tremble, eyes widening when you saw how much his loincloth had tented.

The Na’vi male pushed himself to his feet and began to circle you, casually licking his fingers and palm clean of your slick while his tail flicked behind his toned, bare backside. You looked up at him as he came back around and stood in front of you, gazing at you expectantly but your throat didn’t want to work, didn’t want to form words. Especially with that monster of his pressing against the inside of his loincloth. So, you didn’t bother to try. Instead, Jake spoke up for you. “Got nothing to say?” the Na’vi demanded. You breathed out heavily through your nose and shook your head slowly. He snorted and lowered his gaze to watch the remnants of your orgasm trickling down your leg. He gripped himself, muttering, “You do taste as sweet as you smell, pretty, little slut. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”

In any other situation, you might have been flattered.

Jake moved forward and towered over you, your head barely coming up to his sternum as you hung from the upright table. He smirked and reached down to untie his loincloth. “Think it’s gonna fit in your tight, little pussy, slut? You were squeezing my fingers all nice and snug,” he commented, letting the cloth drop, “I’m wondering if I’m gonna fit inside of you.” You whined, seeing the thick human-like cock spring upwards, firm and full. Jake’s dark blue shaft was decorated with pretty stripes of a lighter shade and bioluminescent white freckles scattered amongst ridges and nubs all over the length of him. What made you clench though, besides the sheer size of him, was that his light blue foreskin was pulling back from the pink tip of his cock to reveal that his slit was beginning to bead with pearlescent precum tinged silvery blue.

“Oh, fuck…” you whimpered, quietly through your makeshift gag, no longer able to deny you were enjoying this.

Whether you liked it or not.

The Na’vi male chuckled and stroked himself a couple of times. “Yeah, thought you’d like this,” he leered down at you with a smirk. Letting himself go, his cock bobbed but continued sticking straight out from his pelvis. Jake stepped closer and grabbed your wet thighs, lifting you up and settling himself between your legs, his shaft hot and hard against the seam of your center so you could feel the texture only a Na’vi penis had; you whimpered, trembling in his grasp, pleasure skittering through your nerve endings. “I can feel how slick you are, you filthy little whore,” Jake commented, grunting as he rutted against you, coating himself in your natural lubricant. “Getting me all nice and wet. Gonna have to go slow, though. Don’t want to tear you.” You whimpered as he continued to lift your hips up and back, dragging your dripping cunt up the length of his cock, teasing you with his firm shaft but not yet putting it in.

You bit down on your gag and jerked in his grip, seeking more stimulation.

“Look at you, you needy little thing,” Jake chuckled, watching you with a derisive jeer. “Yeah, you need it, don’cha? Okay, here we go, then.” Carefully, Jake took his shaft and lined it up with your entrance, slowly easing his thick mushroom head into your channel. You whined as he began to push himself further inside, the stretch burning your inner muscles slightly and forcing all of the air out of your lungs. “Mawey, baby. Mawey. Daddy’s got’chu.” The Na’vi male adjusted your thighs around his lean waist and reached down between you, circling your clit as he continued sinking himself further into you, the inescapable pressure and the incredible feeling of absolute fullness making you let out a whine through the fabric in your mouth. Your inner walls keep tightening and loosening, as if your center didn’t know whether to allow Jake’s girth further inside or to try to push him back out of your body. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jake groaned through gritted teeth. “Le’me in, little girl. It’ll feel so good. I promise.”

You whined, his thumb still circling your clit as he finally, finally bottomed out.

Jake couldn’t quite fit his entire cock into your pussy, the tip of him pressed against your cervix in a way you weren’t entirely sure was painful or pleasurable. Either way, you felt so utterly stuffed you could barely breathe, breaths shuddering in and out of your nose in short bursts. The hand gripping your thigh was definitely going to leave bruises later as he reveled in the feel of your center stretched around him to your utter limit, his free hand still rubbing circles over your hard, little bud.

“Fuck, baby,” the Na’vi male groaned, shifting his hips to test how you felt now that you had started to adjust to his intrusion. “Tightest pussy Daddy’s ever had. Fuuuck, yer strangling my cock.” The noise that escaped your throat barely sounded human in pitch, more like it was an unintelligible fusion of a whine and a groan, muffled by the panties still in your mouth. He chuckled and added, “Pretty sure you were made for this. Huh? You were made to be my little cock slut, baby, right? Daddy’s little whore.” You whimpered and nodded slowly, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you again. “Yeah, I thought so.” Then he sucked in a sharp breath and whistled. “Fuck, yeah, I can see myself in your belly.”

You looked down to see your stomach slightly distended to accommodate the total girth of his length and you released a wail.

“Isn’t that a sight,” Jake laughed quietly, hissings as you subsequently clenched internally. “Okay, okay, ya greedy little thing. Daddy’s gonna start moving now, little girl. Tell me if it hurts.” You made a muffled noise of complaint and tried to spit out the panties still forcing your jaw wide. “Ah, forgot about that,” the Na’vi male chuckled to himself and finally pulled the cloth out of your mouth, tossing them off to the side. “That better, little girl?”

“Yes,” you moaned quietly, moving your jaw to relieve the slight ache. “Oh, fuck, Sully. Feel so full.”

The male chuckled, “Yeah. Bet you do.”

Jake pulled out of your center a little before rolling his hips slowly back inside of you, glancing between your face and your belly bulge as you whined, feeling the friction of his textured shaft to cause the most exquisite of pleasure to tease your nerve endings, his heavy testicles bouncing off of your taint with each move of his hips. He slowly began to increase his pace, the sound of his thrusts squelching wetly through the air as he pounded his length deeply within you with the power and the consistency of a machine, causing that coil to tighten once more inside of you.

Without the gag hindering you now, you whined aloud, “Huh, fuck. Oh god.”

“Yeah, my little slut likes this,” Jake snarled, quickening his tempo further and growling low in his throat as your center tightened further around him. “Fuck, little girl, gonna cum for Daddy like a good whore? Gonna gush all over me when you climax? Bet you will, you greedy little cock slut. I want to see how your belly bulges further when I finish deep inside of you.” You whined nonsensically as his thrusts got sloppy as he sped up even further, the head of his cock pressing a spot that made your toes start to curl. “Oh, fuck, baby. I can feel you getting close. You’re even tighter around me. You ready, baby? Daddy’s gonna fill you up.”

You wanted to feel the pleasure but you didn’t want it.

Not like this at least.

The Na’vi male’s breathing increased as his rhythm stuttered further, slamming wetly into your depths even more loudly, his balls now smacking against your taint with each shove of his cock, pushing inside of your pussy even deeper until he shoved himself in firmly one last time, burying himself in to the hilt and –

“Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck, yeah baby! Cumming. Cumming!”

If your first orgasm had been like getting hit by a bus, your second one was more like getting swept away by a tsunami, the pleasure-pain of Jake’s cock being wedged just beneath your cervix and pressing in from behind your bellybutton caused you to release a nonsensical throat-aching scream as well as you beginning to weep in humiliation from the heat overtaking your senses making you feel like you had peed yourself as the lush flow of your and Jake’s combined finish both bulged your stomach and dribbled steadily down your buttocks while every muscle within you spasmed almost violently and your toes curled painfully.

“Fuck, my little slut is a gusher,” Jake chuckled, groaning as he trembled in pleasure. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna keep you. You’ll do just nicely.”

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Originally Posted: 24 November 2023 Word Count: 5,500

#avatar #avatar smut #atwow #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x human!reader #graphic violence

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moon4nge1 · 1 year ago

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- Kenma Kozume Headcanons!!

✧ ☽ ✧

His Features/Expressions!

⤻ bored/uninterested look -Kenma honestly doesn’t mean to look like he’s not interested, but it’s just how he is. Maybe talk about something cool for once? (I’m pretty sure this is canon but :^)

⤻ soft hair! -this mans hair is so soft and fluffy; on some days! Rubbing you hands though it, especially after it’s brushed, is just heaven!

⤻ eye bags -I swear this boy will always have these. He’s always staying up to play a new game that just dropped, or just playing games in general.

⤻ has an upside down smile!!! -CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE!! Like when a joke is actually funny, the corner of his mouth will start to turn downward as he smiles! His hand soon covers it because he’s a little insecure about it! But you’ve shown his how much you love his smile over and over again! Only his close friends know of this!

⤻ sharp canines -he is also insecure about these! If he smiles hard enough, they’ll peak through a little! His friends find it cute though, it’s like he’s actually a cat! He’s considered having them shaven down, put you’ve shown so much love to them, he decided not to!

His Career! (Timeskip!Kenma ↧)

⤻ often has his friends ft. In streams! -most shown is Kuroo, along with Hinata; but only when he’s on break from volleyball! He is also open for Kuroo to add Bokuto, when he has time off of volleyball. Kenma has grown to enjoy the beaming presence of him!

⤻ does a lot of donation streams! -Kenma is very supportive when it comes to a lot of things! He does once a month cancer streams, if a tragic accident happened he’ll do a 24 hour stream, just a lot of things like that! One of his viewers once put in chat that they were struggling and admired what he was doing, he saw it, and then donated every dollar he made in that stream to that viewer!

⤻ has a yt. dedicated to video games! -on this account, Kenma will put a lot of his opinion on games he has played! It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad, he’s going to say it. His bio is, “leave if you get butthurt” He once dissed a company’s game, and they had lost majority of their players. He then had to make a public announcement that “his opinion shouldn’t make you stop playing a game”; even if he had previously stated ‘never play his god awful game’

Lover Boy!

⤻ protective!! -he will let you appear when he’s on steam, but won’t disclose your face or any of your personal information, other than your name. Even when he’s out in public, he’ll shield you from a surprise fan! He’s not ashamed, just doesn’t want you to get hurt!! “Kitten you know I love you, I’m just scared that they’ll get to you. I need you with me and I won’t have a stranger with a screen break is apart. Okay?” He reassuringly whispered to you as he pulled you in a tight embrace.

⤻ cuddly -he can be on stream and still call you in to cuddle! Chat goes crazy when you sit down on his lap, your arms wrapped around him as you bury your face in his neck. All during the stream he’ll be talking to you, and chat can’t help but fall more in love with the couple! “Yes guys you’ll meet her soon, maybe when she’s Mrs.Kozume” he whispered to chat when you fell asleep. Let’s just say people died Kenma.

⤻ post you all the time!!! -just because he doesn’t want his fans to know you personally, doesn’t mean he wants you hidden! Every post of his, includes you. He’ll brag about you on his alt account, and on main when it’s big events like an anniversary or birthday! He wants to make sure you know he loves you dearly!

⤻ “kitten” -this pet name started back in Highschool! You had joined the volleyball team as their manager! He didn’t stay calling you this, it just accidentally rolled off his tongue one day. Trust right after he ran away to hide in the locker rooms. He missed practice that day and wouldn’t leave until Kuroo assured him that y/n was long gone.

⤻ takes chat advice! -he’ll have steams that are dedicated to his relationship! The title being “need help [y/n related!!]” chat immediately knows what’s up and starts to flood his chat with ideas for dates. He tries to keep this a secret from you, but clips of his stream will surface on your page! “Alright chat this is serious! I need a place to take y/n to!” He’ll focus intently on chat, agreeing once and while with a viewer on a place.

✧ ☽ ✧ ps. I had accidentally deleted my account! So I’m having to rewrite everything! If you had already saw this, then I would appreciate it if you liked it again! T-T

#moon4nge1 #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #kenma x you #kenma hcs #kenma fluff #haikyuu kenma #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #kenma headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!!#✧ -kenma #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n

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gojos-thot-patrol · 2 years ago

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Heyy Idk if you have done this yet but currently its my birthday so I was just wondering if you could do the jjk men on your birthday :3

Oh, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER!!! Congratulations on leveling up!! Of course we have to celebrate with some birthday headcanons!

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna.

Satoru Gojo

The Excited!

Gojo is more excited than you are my guy.

He’s planning a surprise party, meticulously picking out party decor, planning out the menu, bestie he’s going ALL OUT.

He didn’t have very many happy birthdays when he was younger, so when he grew up he decided no one he loved was going to have an unhappy birthday ever again (as long as he could help it.)

And he REALLY loves you so he’s going hard. The kicker is though, that you have no idea.

He’s extremely good at keeping it to himself. He’s subtle about asking you what you want, and any packages he needs to order he sends to Nanami's house. He wants to genuinely surprise you.

You think that for your birthday, all that's going to happen is Gojo is going to take you to dinner. That's why he’s buying you a new dress, got your nails done, all of that. It's simply so you feel pretty on your birthday date

So, when you get home, turn on the lights and everyone jumped out and yelled “SURPRISE!”

You accidentally punched Shoko in the nose.

IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT, I STAND BY THAT! They spooked you! What did they expect after you had just been kidnapped!? (See: jjk men headcanons: Kidnapped edition)

Other than that though, the party goes off without a hitch! Just like Gojo planned!

He didn’t risk trying to bake a cake himself, he had Nanami do that shit. Still, it manages to be one of the better cakes you’ve ever had

Everything is about you. Your favorite movie is playing in the background while you play your favorite board games, your favorite foods are being served, your favorite alcohol is very well stocked, it’s all about you today baby

He for sure gets you a sash that says “Birthday Bitch” On it, tell me I’m wrong.

Once the party has died and everyone left, he would sit on the couch cuddling you, watching whatever movie you picked out on hulu.

You have long since passed out in his arms, but him? He’s already planning for next year

Suguru Geto

the planner

He takes you out on the town for your birthday! Geto loves to show you off and he’s taking the opportunity to do so now!

He takes weeks to plan it. All the stops you guys are going to take, the most efficient map, how much he at least plans to drink at each place.

And you’re heavily involved in the process!

It’s your birthday, a day that's supposed to be all about you. You should be able to decide where you guys go!

While Geto knew you better than anyone, he wasn’t narcissistic enough to think he knows you better than you know you

And having you involved in the planning process ensures you have the best day possible where you get to do everything you want to do.

Above all else, he's excited to show you off with a fun night on the town.

Wherever you wanna go, you're there. Your favorite restaurant, the club, a different club, wherever

He’d probably set up a litter entourage for your bar hopping. A few of your (Easily transportable) friends

You all meet up at your house before heading out for gifts and pregaming

He probably pregammed a little too hard, but it’s fine. One of your friends is DD

He probably starts a fight at one of the bars because someone was hitting on you. It’s not a huge fight, so you mostly just find it funny

He for sure got you some pretty jewelry to go with your dress.

I was talking with my friends and we all agreed he would pay for you to get a surprise tattoo for your birthday.

He gets to pick it out

And he chooses a tramp stamp.

Of his name.

Kento Nanami

the homebody

Nanami honestly doesn’t have a lot of energy thanks to work. But he does still manage to pull together a nice birthday celebration with you.

It’s more quiet than the rest, just the two of you.

Because of this it honestly doesn’t take a lot of planning which works for him.

He wakes you up with breakfast in bed, promising to make today all about you

He even took the day off work for you!

You walk into the dining room and a banquet of your favorite flowers are waiting for you on the table.

He has your favorite coffee made and ready to go, but, honestly that's nothing new. That's one of the little things he does for you every morning.

He takes you out to your favorite restaurant, and you guys do cake at and gifts home.

He got you something you really really wanted for your birthday. Something you always talked about but could never buy for yourself.

I imagine after the wine starts flowing you guys have a mini dance party in your living room, giggling and moving together like two idiots

At some point the dance party becomes karaoke

He’s not a very good singer, but as far as he’s concerned you're the best. Even if you're the worst, fuck you, you're the best now.

He busts out his lighter when you start a ballad, waving it in the air for you, prove me wrong

You both passed out on your couch

It wasn’t the best idea, you’re both a little too old for all of that now. But, you still wake up feeling happy and loved.

And also hungover, but, ya know

Ryomen Sukuna

birthday?

You had a birthday? Okay.

He completely forgot and honestly he does not care he forgot.

Curses don't really do birthdays and they definitely don't give a fuck about human celebration rituals.

He’d laugh in your face if you confront him about forgetting too. He’d ask you what the fuck did you expect from him? He never claimed to be a loverboy, you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be with him.

Now, all of that being said: you do notice him being uncharacteristically gentle with you that day.

Let’s ignore the fact that you didn’t necessarily agree to be with him, he made that decision for you.

He’s bringing you water and food without you even asking, a blanket when you start to get cold, ect ect.

Not necessarily a birthday headcanon, but I really do believe that Sukuna is deeply attuned with his partner's needs, to the point that he knows what they need before they do most of the time. He just doesn’t fill those needs for them cause what does he fuckin look like to you? He’s not your fuckin mom

When he grabs you his claws are much less involved, and there's noticeably less force.

He’s actually being attentive and dare I say…caring?

Voice none of these observations if you value your life dear reader, I can not stress this enough!!!

Sukuna reacts violently to being called out on being vulnerable or gentle so you kinda spend the day walking on eggshells, hoping he doesn’t notice that you noticed he was being soft

But, other than that, it’s actually a good day with him!

You even got him to sit down and watch a movie with you! And absolute win I’d say!

And that night, when you’re asleep in his bed, He’d pull you into his arms and gently kiss your temple.

Softly whispering “Happy Birthday Y/n”

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othernicknameisgaslighter · 1 month ago

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The Wisp pt. 12

(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)

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Y/N heard the sound of Five warping and she frowned. Of course now, of all times he decides to go rogue again. "Where's Five?" Luther asked.

"Left us again," Y/N said flatly as she crossed her arms, trying to calm herself down.

"Oh, for the love of- Where'd he go now?"

"Didn't say," Diego shrugged as Klaus came back from taking his shot.

"We can't wait for him, Vanya's concerts in thirty minutes."

"And what's the plan?" Diego inquired.

"Well…" He paused for a second. "We go to Icarus Theater," he decided.

"That's a location, not a plan," Diego countered. Luther looked uncertain.

"Is that really all you've got?" Diego asked. "Look, you wanna be Number One? Fine, but you've gotta get us all on the same page, because right now, we're all over the place."

"I can just..." Y/N snapped her fingers and the chair next to her was contained with a force field. “I’ll do the same shield I made when I- Never mind.” Y/N cut herself off short.

"You might hurt her." Luthur said and Y/N rolled her eyes, uncrossing her arms.

"I’m sorry, but who suffocated her and led her to destroy the academy again?" Y/N said, looking around before yelling, "Get down!" She hollered as people in leather suits and red gas masks opened fire on the place.

The five of them ducked, hiding behind various units in their lane and she was soon squished between Allison and Klaus.

"And who are these goons?" Diego shouted above the gunfire.

Klaus, covering his ears responded, "Maybe they're here for Kenny's birthday!" A shot went off, and the bullet tore through a nearby table.

"Pretty sure they're some of Five's old work buddies!" Luther yelled.

Diego quickly stood and turned, throwing a knife into the chest of one of the men, sending him crashing into what Y/N guessed was the sound system.

As he rammed into it, an upbeat song began loudly pumping out of the speakers, spirits gradually rising with the infectious beat. Y/N focused slowly before pressing a few of the masked people into the wall, eventually suffocating them inside of it. Luther hurled whole bowling balls at their heads.

Klaus threw a… Cake before going to Allison's side, as neither of them had any real offensive abilities anyways. "They're blocking the exit!" Klaus screeched.

"Luther, now would be a good time to have an actual plan!" Diego asked loudly. Y/N turned when Allison roughly poked her leg. She pointed to the long aisles in front of her and Y/N nodded.

"The lanes!" Y/N screamed. Taking off in a run when she saw the others on either side of her. She then proceeded to slide feet-first into the lane before it spat all of them out into an alleyway.

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The five of them ran up the stairs of the theater, panting at the top. Allison furiously scribbled on her notebook before thrusting it at Luther: We need to go alone. She pointedly gestured between herself and Y/N.

"What?" Luther objected, "You're not doing that - neither of you - okay? You can't reason with her anymore."

"Hear the music?" Diego asked. "It's started."

"D'you honestly think she'll listen to you?" Luther asked Allison. "After everything that's happened?"

“Do you think she’ll honestly listen to you after you suffocated her?” Y/N pointed to Luther accusingly and he quieted down.

"There's no time," Klaus pleaded off to the side.

"Fine," the blonde sighed, backing off. Allison turned to Y/N with a determined look and the girl nodded.

Taking the message, Y/N looked up at Luther. "If Vanya dies tonight, I'm going to bash your head into a kitchen cabinet." She said with a calm voice, "And that's a promise, Luthur. I never break my promises."

Without another word, Y/N and Allison walked into the theater. Slowly walking down the aisle, they were in total awe as Vanya was seated front a center as the first chairman, playing her beloved violin with a grace and precision that made Y/N feel a sense of pride.

As she began to play a solo, her eyes wandered into the crowd, the eerie blue connecting with Circe’s brown. She sent her a smile and... She smiled back.

Y/N’s heart nearly stopped beating when Diego and Luther came charging at Vanya from the wings. The brunette stood from her chair, and with a wave of her bow, a silvery shockwave shot out from her body, sending both men to the ground.

"Shit!" Y/N hissed as the audience dissolved into hysteria. The orchestra moved to evacuate as well, but with another wave of Vanya's bow, they were all back in their seats, continuing to play. Another shock wave sent the four of them hiding behind seats.

"She's stronger than I thought," Y/N heard Luther say to Diego. She couldn't move her hands, which meant she couldn't do anything.

"I'M GOING TO BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEADS OFF!" Y/N yelled through the chaos at him, while Allison threw an abandoned stiletto at him.

"Ow! We're fine, thanks for asking," he said pointedly.

"At this rate, I want you to die!" Y/N yelled.

"Look, we almost lost Allison once, it's not happening again," he said.

"Oh, forget that!"

"So much for getting the jump on her," Diego interjected.

"What else you got?"

Allison banged on the back of the seat in front of the two of us. She mimicked Vanya's movements with the violin.

"No shit, Allison," Diego snapped.

"Her powers are linked to sound!" Y/N screamed. Gunshots went off in the back of the theater, and the orchestra and conductor got up, and weren't stopped from evacuating this time.

"The hell happened to Klaus? He's our lookout!" Diego hollered.

"You're honestly surprised?" Before Y/N could beat Luther over the head, a familiar whoosh was heard.

"What's with the lollygagging?" Five sternly asked.

"Get down, moron!" Y/N shrieked, pulling him by the shirt collar into the aisle they were sitting in, just as a bullet whizzed by his head.

Five yelped as his hands met the floor on either side of your head, and his legs were tangled with your own. "You recognize these assholes?" Y/N asked, releasing his shirt. Five blinked before looking up, quickly ducking soon after.

"They're from the Commission, here to make sure the apocalypse happens," he explained as she pulled away to kneel in front of him.

"Five, I thought you bailed on us!" Luther hollered.

"I had an errand to run, don't get your panties in a twist."

Diego curved a few knives at nor incoming gunmen, when Klaus came running in. "Guys! It's Cha-Cha!"

In a second, Five had disappeared from beside Y/N, and she looked up to see him on the back of a gunner who had gotten a bit too close to our location.

Y/N heard a familiar guttural yell from behind her, and she whirled around to see Ben, shimmery and blue as wispy tentacles came from his stomach and attacked the hostile men.

"Ben!" Y/N called out. Ben's ghost seemed to turn to be and waved, smiling brightly before focusing his attention back to the enemy. Y/N shook herself awake from the shock and smiled.

Diego leapt up from his hiding spot and charged a woman who we quickly identified as Cha-Cha, sending her into a wall. Ben made quick work of the assailants, squishing them or tearing their bodies in half.

When they were all gone, Ben dissolved into the air, and Klaus stood there with a triumphant smile on his face. "Now who's the lookout?" he chuckled.

Vanya... Slowly, a silvery wave was running through her body, changing her suit from black to white, and the same occurred with the dark brown wood of her instrument. The ground shook beneath Y/N, much like how it did back at the Academy.

"And where were you?" Luther pointedly asked Diego as he trotted over.

"Honoring a memory," he answered shortly. "How d'you wanna end this thing?"

"We surround her!" Luther said over the rumbling and music. "We come at her from all angles."

"So a suicide mission," Klaus concluded.

"We all wanna die someday, might as well be today, right?" Y/N smiled.

"Yeah, but one of us could get through," Five urged. "It's the only chance we've got."

"Are we all in?" Luther asked. Y/N and Allison shook our heads angrily.

"No!" Y/N shouted.

He nodded to Diego, "Stage left. Pointing to himself, "Stage right." To Klaus and Five, "You guys take the front."

"I stand by what I said before," Y/N yelled, "There's always a choice, right? If they make their choice, I'll take that as permission to make my own... Including the one to screw over their plans."

As the two of them started forward, she heard Luther shout his signal. The four of them charged at the short woman, only for her to wave her bow. Four white tendrils snaked from her body, holding the four males in the air across from her.

Somehow, Y/N had made her way onto the stage and stood a few yards from the white-clad brunette. And then she saw Allison behind Vanya with a gun. "Vanya!" Y/N screamed.

The gun in Allison's hand was suddenly beside the brunette's head, and the bullet flew past her ear, the sound ringing in Y/N’s ear.

The white appendages curled back into her body, and a large beam shot from her body. The beam shot up above your crystals, and through the glass ceiling of the theater, shooting farther and farther into the inky black sky above.

Vanya collapsed to the floor from the shock of the shot going off in her ear. Behind Y/N, she heard the men fall to the ground, as well as glass from the dome in the ceiling.

Y/N walked over to Vanya, "Is she alive?" She asked weakly, pulling the woman's small body into her arms. Allison's fingers grasped her wrist, and seconds later she nodded.

The others were soon crowded around the three of us, and Y/N felt Five's hand being placed on her shoulder.

"We actually saved the world," Luther sighed.

"Correction, we saved the world. I dunno about you guys." Y/N said as she looked up and saw a large chunk of the moon sailing towards Earth. "Fuck…” She muttered before standing up raising her hands high.

Yellow particles of… Something seemed to release from Y/N’s hands as she held the moonrock in place.

"Oh my God," Klaus breathed. Y/N groaned, she felt like her body was being put through a meat grinder as she held back the moon.

"So that's how we go, huh?" Diego added flatly, "If only Sir Reginald could see us now. His beloved Umbrella Academy: a complete failure."

"At least we're together in the end," Luther mumbled.

"It doesn't have to end here," Five objected. "I have a way out of this, but you've gotta trust me," he said. "All of you."

The three of them gave short objections before going back to watching the Moonrock flying towards them. And watching Y/N holding the moonrock in place.

“I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!” Y/N shouted, “What’s the plan?” She yelled as she grunted. Her body felt like it was being crushed by a giant weight and she felt like she was underwater at the same time.

"I can time travel out of here," He explained, "But this time, I take you all with."

"Is that even possible?" Diego asked.

"Never know until we try," he admitted.

Diego sighed, "If we do this, what's the worst-case scenario?"

"You're lookin' at it," He said, gesturing to himself. The three of them quickly changed their minds, giving some form of "I'm in."

"Can't get much worse than this."

"Ben's in too," Klaus added, while Allison vigorously nodded her approval.

"Fantastic," Five instructed. "Cici.” Five placed a hand on her shoulder, “Let go of the moon.”

Y/N looked to Five before eventually the yellow particles stopped and her hands fell down to her side. She collapsed into Five’s arms, groaning as she felt the blood rush back to her head.

"Wait, should we be taking her?" Luther asked, pointing to Vanya. "She's the cause of the apocalypse."

"The apocalypse will always happen , and Vanya will always be the cause, unless we take her with us and stop it," Five said. Y/N shakily stood up with a sigh. He held out his hands, and Y/N grasped one, her other getting by Allison.

Y/N felt Five's hand trembling as he intertwined his fingers with her own, giving her hand a slight squeeze. "Hey." Y/N called out to Five. He turned to her and she smiled. "We'll be alright, Five."

Five gave Y/N an appreciative smile as a crackling, swirling blue vortex formed above our small group. Five made an anxious noise. "This is gonna get messy, everyone hold on tight, okay?"

Suddenly, Y/N and Five weren't the only young faces. The others had taken on the appearance of themselves as younger children. She could feel her own body shrink a bit, and was suddenly back in her Umbrella Academy uniform as were the others.

In an instant, the room grew impossibly hot, and Five squeezed Y/N's hand one last time before the vortex fully enveloped them all.

#the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #umbrella academy x reader #ben hargreeves #tua #diego hargreeves

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This morning I woke up thinking horny Dreaming thoughts and for a second I was so bummed out that I couldn’t tell anyone. But then I remembered I can tell you and I just really want to thank you for your inbox and for all of your enthusiastic responses. I’ve been doubting lately if I want to stay in fandom spaces but you really make it fun and worthwhile and plain lovely, and I’m really grateful for you.

Anyway: horny thoughts.

I come from a region where religious affiliation was systematically discouraged two generations ago, so we’re all pretty much atheist and only go to church — if at all — for Christmas, so I was rather surprised that there is such a thing as premarital counseling aka. Telling young couples what to do/expect in bed after the wedding. Which is. Such a strange concept to me? Whatever happened to comprehensive sex ed? Do parents actually believe their teenagers are not experimenting and figuring themselves out?

Never mind my confusion, but I was thinking older marriage counselor!Dream and soon-to-be-wed!Hob. And why not make it a/o/b?

Hob is young, a fresh-faced, barely 18 Omega. He isn’t conventionally attractive but handsome in a way Betas and maybe even Alphas would be: broad shoulders, tall. By the time he’s 16 it was clear he will never have problems growing a full beard (unlike most Omegas), his chest, arms and legs are full of coarse hair-

Hob’s okay with it. After he’s lost his parents and was sent to the orphanage he figured he wouldn’t be of much interest for anyone really. He spent his time in the library and helping the nuns to take care of the little ones. He’s really good with kids and smart, so he aims to be a kindergartner or maybe even a teacher, if he gets the chance to study.

Considering how odd he is, he’s never had much to do with other kids his age. The alphas were intimidated by how large his is, larger than they are sometimes. Some Omegas and Betas avoided him for the same reason, while others were just put off by how strange he is. It saddens him a bit, but as long as he’s got the kids to take care of and hang out with, it’s fine. He’ll just live out his extroverted tendencies by playing with them for hours. He didn’t make the same experiences as others — there was one kiss with another Omega when he was 15. Hob liked it but the other Omega was so terrified that Hob decided this just isn’t worth it — but he’s content with his life.

Two weeks shy of his 18th birthday, the nuns ask him for a meeting. Hob knows that this is about his future and he plans to present them with his plans going forward: Either keep helping around the orphanage while he gets a few hours off each day to work on his schooling or find a part time job tutoring or as a nanny to do the same. He knows that they can’t keep him around forever, but they’ve always been good to him and he hopes they’ll let him stay a bit longer.

He is very surprised when they tell him, they found an Alpha who wants to marry him.

Hob protests. He doesn’t want to marry, he wants to be a teacher! That’s what he’s worked for ever since his parents died and none but the kids at the orphanage showed him any affection. He doesn’t want to sit at home all day, waiting for his Alpha to come home and knock him up (though he would love to have children of his own. that’s not the point). He doesn’t want to be an object, locked into a solitary building yet again!

The nuns assure him they’re written to the Alpha who is amenable to Hob getting his degree and working in childcare, as long as it’s not hindering him from performing his marital duties. Which to Hob doesn’t sound like a completely horrible deal? He can sleep in the same bed as some Alpha every night, that’s okay. After all, that’s all it is, right?

He agrees, reluctantly. The nuns send him to marriage counselling and Hob goes. He’s not sure what he needs it for because he knows how kissing works (mouth A on mouth B) and that sleeping next to your spouse will eventually lead to children.

Enter marriage counsellor!Dream, who has not done this before and has no idea why he agreed to this. His last marriage ended in tragedy so he’s clearly not the right person to prepare anyone for that kind of commitment but his siblings talked him into it. Something along the lines of how being around younger people in love would help him and make him less jaded.

Hob is immediately fascinated. The Alpha is so, so different from what he expected. He’s slender and tall, which is only accentuated by the suit he wears. He’s twice Hob’s age if he had to guess, judging by the grey in his hair. He’s stunningly beautiful and Hob is immediately enamoured. What a pity this guy isn’t the one he’s marrying because he sure wouldn’t mind lying in bed next to him, especially considering how delicious he smells and how Hob's body feels all tingly as soon as he steps inside the room.

Dream is equally as ass over teakettle for the sweet, naïve Omega that stumbled into his office. They talk a little about Dream’s actual day job, Hob’s aspirations for the future, etc. to get comfortable with each other before Dream starts poking at Hob’s experience only to realise that he has none. Zero. Zilch. He gently inquires what Hob does when he gets aroused and hard to which Hob answers that he waits for it to go away.

Dream is speechless. This beautiful, smart, kind Omega is so inexperienced, it would be a crime to let him get married like this. I mean that’s just setting him up for unhappiness! Dream knows other Omegas his age — the same age Hob’s prospective husband seems to be — and they won’t take care of him the way they should.

So Dream decides he has to do something about it. He starts slow, inviting Hob back for another evening to continue the counseling but gives him homework: The next time, Hob feels aroused and his prick is hard (in private), Dream wants him to wrap his hand around it and stroke it until he cums. Hob doesn’t know what that means, but Dream promises him that he’ll know when it happens.

Thing is tho: Hob doesn’t know what Dream meant. He tried but stopped at the first sign or pre on his tip. So next time they meet, Hob complains that he couldn’t sleep after because he was so keyed up!

Dream, his head a bit hazy given the image of Hob on his bed, his hand wrapped around his small Omega prick, that he goes ahead and asks Hob to demonstrate what he did. And Hob — blushing from both shyness and arousal — strips out of his trousers and pants, sits down on the leather armchair in the meeting area of Dream’s office and starts masturbating.

It’s painfully clear that he doesn’t know what he’s doing so Dream starts to coach him through it. He tells him that his grip needs to be tighter, that he needs to stroke faster, that he can’t stop now-

Dream nearly cums in his pants watching Hob. His eagerness is incredibly beautiful, the flush on his cheeks so, so stunning. He’s never seen anything as mesmerising as Hob looking down at his prick in surprise, his smell permeating Dream’s office and the wetness from his cunt soaking into the expensive leather upholstery.

Dream sends him to the bathroom to clean up, answers a few questions before he sends him home with more homework. Then Dream rushes to the bathroom himself, cumming within seconds because what he just witnessed- most erotic sight ever.

Two days later they have their next counseling session and Hob immediately blurts out that his wrist hurt too much so he couldn’t do the assignment Dream had given him, but he still wants to try. Aren’t there any other ways to finger his cunt? And Dream, who has been thinking about nothing but Hob for the past two days, proposes that he could just do it for Hob. So Hob strips down and takes a seat on Dream’s lap, already wet with slick and smelling ever so delicious.

Dream makes Hob cum twice on his fingers before he orders him to recline in the armchair and eats him out. Hob can barely walk afterwards and curls up on the couch, his head resting on Dream’s thigh. Maybe this whole marriage thing isn’t as bad as he thought it was? But what about the Alpha? Surely he has still so much to learn from Dream.

Next time they meet, Dream teaches him to kiss, while Hob sits on his lap. Hob's rubbing against his thigh until he's a shuddering mess and Dream gives him the quickest blowjob he's ever given.

This goes on and on and on and progresses steadily. They meet with take-out dinner and talk, they have their "lessons". The first time Hob cums on Dreams cock, Hob cries with how good it feels. He's an incoherent mess when Dream's knot inflates. There’s about two months left until the wedding and Dream vows he’ll make sure to teach Hob everything he knows about how to be pleased and how to please his Alpha.

And if they fall in love along the way and elope before Hob can marry some stranger, well at least Dream’s not jaded anymore and Hob is suddenly much more enthusiastic about marital obligations.

Love, 💄

I'm having a kinda terrible bad no good day today, so it's perfect that this has come to the top of the pile for the posting! First of all I want to say: thank you for letting me be the outlet for your thoughts and ideas! It's really a pleasure for me to know that my blog feels like a safe space. I hope you'll stick around for a very long time!!

I'm always grateful when you guys occasionally drop an absolute banger like this in my inbox. It's a real gift on a day like today when my head is empty. Anyway. I am. Deeply obsessed with this whole scenario. The whole setup with "marriage counselling", Dream being peer pressured into doing it even though his marriage was a trashcan on fire... excellent, I love it. And Hob!!! Darling, clever, innocent Hob!!!!! I would take a bullet for him in this au. I need him to have a happy life!!! I need him to be able to get his qualifications!!!! Most of all I need him to be railed by Dream 24/7.

I gotta know... has Dream taught Hob about birth control? Is there such a thing in this universe? Because if Hob is getting knotted several times each week for two months, I feel like there may be a whole other reason for them to elope together...... although I do kinda love the idea of Hob showing up to his wedding with his intended alpha, guiltily hiding his tiny bump behind a bouquet of flowers because Dream got him pregnant, oopsie.

Anyway, I love anything with omega Hob and this is no exception!!!! Thank you so so much for sharing it with me!!!!!!

#💄 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw mpreg

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