#it's very weird because he seems so nice like this. just very nervous and scared.

[i3utterflyeffect]

victim would probably be so scared and confused. First this kid created them to die, and then they bring this kid to their world for a fair fight, and then the kid is just so scared and pathetic about it to the point where they feel bad enough to leave to kid alone for a few minutes and when they come back the kid has an op bodyguard that kills them but then the kid ends up bringing them back and hugging them because he feels bad about it?

ABSOLUTELY, victim is extremely fucked up about this whole thing but they don't really want to hurt him when they're not sure if that thing is still running around. it doesn't really seem like he's the type to kill a person, at least not like THIS, especially not when they're that powerful.

[bangchansnudes]

baby

fuckboy!hyunjin. 1.6k word. cliched enemy to lovers(??) with a douchebag hyunjin.

“don’t tell me you’re scared of some fake gore,” the boy whispers over to you, followed by a mocking chuckle, “need me to protect you baby?”

“shut up.”

“baby.”

“shut-”

“can you both shut up and just watch the damn movie?” seungmin says from his sitting position on the floor, his head turning back to glare at both you and hyunjin on the couch, “i swear if i need to pause it again, i’m throwing both of you out in the cold!”

if it weren’t for the fact that your roommate was dating seungmin, you would never ever interact with someone like his best friend, hwang hyunjin, let alone let him into your apartment.

but unfortunately for you, the two were the ultimate besties which meant where one boy went, the other usually followed. that’s why it had become a norm for the four of you to hang out. like right now, a weekend movie night.

you really didn’t mind seungmin, the boy was nice and treated your roommate well but hwang hyunjin was a whole other story.

hwang hyunjin. sigh. the boy was the literal definition of a fuck boy. an obnoxious frat boy who flirted his way through every living thing in a skirt. yeah, that was a way to describe him.

at first, hanging out with him wasn’t all that bad. you actually didn’t mind him either, the boy was somewhat funny and that face of his was just absolutely breath taking. one of the many reasons why he was so popular around town.

but then he began treating you differently, for some reason. he’d go out of his way to annoy you, to insult you, to tease you. he seemed to suddenly hate you and he made sure to let you know that.

and it had been hell since.

“i’m gonna make more popcorn,” you get off the couch and head towards the kitchen, sighing at the thought of having to spend the rest of the night with hyunjin. classes had already been hell for you so the last thing you needed tonight was a screaming match with the fuck boy.

“don’t do too much thinking, your small brain might explode.”

that voice. that god awful voice.

you turn around to see the devil himself leaning against the kitchen entrance, arms crossed over and a smug grin on his stupid handsome face.

“what? cat got your tongue babe?” he makes his way over to you, cornering you in against the kitchen cabinet, “or have you finally fallen in love with me?”

“fuck off hwang,” you push at his chest but the boy doesn’t budge, only laughing at your weak move, “i’m not in the mood to deal with your shit.”

“what do you have against me anyway?” he leans in closer to you, both his hands now resting on either sides of you on the cabinet, “is it cause i’m so good looking and so popular?”

gulp.

this has to be the closest you’ve ever been to hyunjin, his face barely even an inch away from yours. the smell of his cologne is attacking you from every direction, a very clear indication that he was way into your personal space than necessary.

“no hwang. i hate you because you’re so obnoxious and so self centred!”

“oh really?”

“yes!” your hands push up against his chest again as you say so, preventing the boy from coming any closer to you, “you think everything is about you! just because all the girls on campus wants to fuck you, doesn’t mean you can be such a douchebag all the time!”

perhaps you were crazy but you swear you could see his gaze move from your eyes to your lips as you spoke, the boy clearly not paying any attention to your words. you’re not sure why he’s suddenly so quiet, why he’s not throwing insults at you but the way he’s staring is making you more nervous than ever.

you try to avoid his weird, intense gaze by moving away but the boy stays put, his arms on either sides of you seemingly sliding closer to your body instead.

“mo- move-”

“do you wanna fuck me?”

“what the fuck hyunjin?”

“you said every girl on campus wants to fuck me right? well do you wanna fuck me?”

“of course not!”

“well that’s really too bad,” he scoffs, a playful grin on his face as his hands grab onto your waist, holding you in place, “cause i wanna fuck you though.”

your mouth is frozen, your mind unable to process the words that had come out of his mouth. maybe you were just hearing things because there was no way he had just said what he said to you.

the boy who had made your life a living hell these past two months wanted to what? fuck you?

“you... what?”

“i said, i want to fuck you,” his grip on you tightens with every word, fingers now gripping so harshly into your skin that you’re certain marks will appear by tomorrow morning, “and if you don’t tell me to stop, i am going to kiss you right now.”

gulp.

“th- this isn’t funny. let go.”

you let out a squeal when he suddenly lifts you up onto the cabinet and moves to stand in between your dangling legs. his body is now comfortably pressed against yours, his arms tightly around your waist while yours are resting on his shoulders. it’s a position you wouldn’t have ever imagined you’d be in with him but here you are and you’re not pushing him away either.

“does it look like i’m trying to be funny?” his lips brushes past yours just slightly as he says so, a move you would’ve surely punched him for but at this moment, you don’t know how to react.

so many things are running through your mind, so many different potential reasons as to why he was suddenly acting this way.

“too late baby.”

and his lips were on yours before you could even respond, kissing you with so much force that your bottom lip immediately hurts. the boy is evidently desperate, wanting to taste more of you than just the surface.

his hands casually slides underneath your shirt as he continues to kiss you, causing an instant shiver through your body from his touch alone. you feel as though your body is on fire, every part of you screaming to be touched, to be pleased.

he moves away from you slightly after a bit, just enough for you to catch your breath again. he doesn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time, the intensity of his gaze only causing an embarrasing pool in between your legs. in addition to the pool that was already there during the kiss.

“if you just want to get your dick wet, well you’re not getting shit from me hwang.”

lies. you know for a fact that one more move from the boy and you’ll probably end up on your knees if he told you to.

but he didn’t need to know that.

“actually i’ve been trying for two months but you’re too fucking dense to notice,” he rolls his eyes at you, clearly annoyed, “why else would i spend every single weekend here? you think i really want to watch shitty b grade movies with the lovey dovey couple?”

“wait... what?”

“i flirt with you every single time! as if you really didn’t know!”

“being a dick is your way of flirting?” you make a disgusted face and slap his chest, “how on earth do you get girls everyday being this way?”

“well i haven’t had a girl in two months because the one i want is oblivious as fuck.”

silence.

...

more silence.

“well- well... i-”

“just shut up,” he smashes his lips onto your onces again, this time kissing you in a way that had your knees weak and your body feeling like mush. it’s a slow and sensual kiss, as if the boy is taking his time with you, wanting to feel every part of you.

you end up whimpering into the kiss when one of his hands moves to trace the thin lining of your pants, his fingers teasingly slipping past the band. but to your dismay, that’s all he does.

“hyunjin...”

“yeah baby, i’m right here.”

“oh. my. god,” you and hyunjin immediately freeze at your roommate’s sudden gasp, only to see her and seungmin standing at the entrance, completely disgusted, “i knew you guys would’ve ended up fucking one day but PLEASE not in my kitchen. PLEASE.”

“i told you dude. should’ve just confessed instead of giving me a headache for the past two months,” seungmin sighs dramatically before pulling your roommate away, “whatever, we’re going out. you guys play nicely.”

and the two are gone as quick as they appeared, leaving you and hyunjin alone in the apartment. no one says anything for a while but you don’t care. all you wanted to do was hide in a hole forever after being caught by your roommate and seungmin.

with a sigh, you decide it’d be best for you to get off the cabinet but hyunjin stops you.

“ah- i’m not done with you yet,” he says sternly, holding you in place, “we have a lot to talk about.”

“talk?”

“yeah like where you want me to take you on our first date.”

“who said i’d date you?” it’s your turn to scoff now, amazed at the boy’s confidence, “you wish hwang.”

“who you trying to fool? you were about to let me fuck you right here in this kitchen babe, so i’m pretty sure you wouldn’t say no to a date.”

“hwang hyunjin!”

“yeah baby, i’m right here.”

end.

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[0mg-bird]

All the Good Stuff ~ B. Floyd x Fem! Reader

Summary: This is basically a list of little imagines of what it would be like over the course of yours and Bob’s relationship.

Warnings: Bob’s the best partner, sweet fluff!, suggestive content, language.

• Bob would be so nervous on a first date because he’s struck out in the past, so when you ask about a second date, he is in shock at your enthusiasm. He’d play it cool around you but would go home and fist bump.

•Being the perfect gentleman he is, he doesn’t expect anything on the first or second date. So when he drives you home on your second date, he’s a little shocked at the way you melt into him at your front door. As soon as you show it’s okay, he’s holding your waist, pulling you into him as he kisses you slowly. He’s the kind of guy to take his time so you’re standing there with your arms around his neck for a while, while you both savor each other.

•This man is in love with you even before you sleep together and that scares him. When the two of you are calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, he takes you to a beach day with his squad and everyone watches how enamored he is with you. Jake says “The sex must be good if you’re acting this hung up on her” when you’re away with Natasha, and Bob gets soooo red. The boys make him explain his weird behavior and when he admits you guys haven’t had sex yet, they all blow up. They’re asking so many questions like ‘why not?’ and ‘what if it’s bad?’ and at one point Bradley actually shakes his shoulders and asks if he’s stupid or just dumb. Bob explains that you don’t seem like you’re ready and Brad and the guys all share a look like ‘what an idiot’. Then they explain all the signs you give that you want him.

•The sex is not bad.

•It all starts with an argument, you finally break down and ask if he’s just not attracted to you. Bob is so confused and has to ask why you think that, then you just yell ‘because you won’t fuck me!’ and that snaps Bob out of his overly nice guy headspace. You guys end up going most of the night, because by the time one round would finish and you’d rest for a second, you two were back at it again because it just felt too good.

• Bob said ‘I love you’ first, on accident. You’d been dating for a month, maybe a little more, and he’d leave your house after a night in together. You kiss him goodbye at the front door, watching him step away from the threshold. You lean against the open door, looking utterly peaceful and cute to him. “I’ll text you in the morning.” He says because he is always up before you, so you like to wake up to a good morning text. You nod and bite your lip. “Okay, good night.” You’d say, then laugh as he kisses you one more time. When he pulls away, he nudges his nose against yours and then turns. “Good night, I love you.” He doesn’t even realize it right away, he takes about four steps before he pauses with realization. You stand there in shock, realizing what he just said. “I…didn’t mean to say that.” He tries to take it back but you just grin widely. “Do you mean that?” You ask, and when he sighs and nods, you rush back into him.

•Bob never thought that he was a very physical person, but since being with you, he loves affection. He’s like a puppy, honestly. He’s always on you in some way, his hand on your back, knees pressed together when sitting beside each other, his finger twisting around a strand of your hair. You are much like him in this aspect, he makes you feel so comfortable and safe that you are utterly relaxed in public when you’re with him. He lets you play with his fingers, trace shapes on the backs of his hands or on his arms, your head finds a way to rest on shoulder, your finger hooks in one of his belt loops.

•This man is calling his Mama and talking about you, it makes him feel like a teenage kid because of how twitter-pated you make him. He could go on and on about how you’re such a kind person, how big your heart is, how you are so intoxicating. He wants to take bigger steps with you but doesn’t want it to be too soon. His mom has to reassure him that when it’s right, it’s right and when he knows, he’ll know.

•You guys move in together at the six month mark.

•This is when he discovers he has a housewife kink. He comes home to you unpacking a few boxes in some sweatpants and one of his t-shirts? He’s hard. Watching you fold towels or wash dishes? He pushing you up against the counter and dipping his head to your neck.

•You’re trying so so hard to be perfect for him because you just want to take care of him, but somehow you burn dinner often. You never had to cook for another person before, you were completely fine with a cup of ramen noodles. But you loved your Bobby, you wanted to prove you could do this. You got so frustrated at yourself when you mess something up, it honestly broke Bob’s heart. He’d ask for seconds on purpose, just to make you feel better.

•Bob buys a ring a month before your one year mark and he’s so sure about this decision. On your year anniversary, he takes you out to dinner and then you guys walk across the beach as the sun is sinking. Natasha planned everything out, her and some of the boys were hiding on the platform trail that’s on a hill above the beach. Even though Jake pretends it’s too sappy, he is standing with binoculars, watching every move you two make and reporting it to Bradley who’s trying to get the camera ready to record. Natasha ends up snatching the phone from Brad because he’s got his finger in front of the camera. Bob is so nervous that his hands are so shaky and he can hardly breathe. At one point, you stop to walk closer to the waters edge to pick up a pretty shell. When you turn back around to show him, he’s down on one knee, holding a velvet ring box out to you. When you agree to marry him, he pulls the ring from the cushion and goes to slide it on your finger, but he’s still shaking so much that it falls into the sand. Jake is making fun of him for it for two weeks.

•You’re so obsessed with the fairly large diamond on your hand, Bob catches you always looking at it. Even during the times you’re on top of him, hand on his chest while you’re grinding down on his lap, or when you’re gripping his shoulder as he’s knocking you into the headboard, you’re eyes are watching the shiny rock on your hand.

• The crew thinks something’s actually wrong with the two of you because you’re always a ‘yes honey’ couple and never quarrel, but everyone gets to their whits end at some point. You and Bob hardly fight, but when you do, it’s all heated arguments and frustrated sighs. You guys fight when the other is feeling a little insecure about something, the problem is you don’t communicate right, until everything bubbles over. You could be feeling that Bob is hiding problems from you, claiming he’s okay because he doesn’t want to stress you out, then he’ll go and have long conversations with Nat or Brad. You guys eventually spiral until every other little thing that’s annoying you is spilled, and by the end of it you’re crying and storming off. Only once did you ever throw your engagement ring at him and claim that you will not be with someone who won’t take you seriously as a partner, and that broke Bob. He was so hurt that he lashed out and said some unkind words he’d never ever mean, then left home to clear his head. When he came home after about an hour, he found you curled in bed, face red from crying so hard. You guys talked it out, he slide your ring back on and once you two understood each other, he made you promise to never do that again, no matter how mad he made you because it made him feel absolutely horrible.

•He loves waking up on days where he doesn’t need to go anywhere or do anything. You’re always curled into him or sprawled across his chest. He used to sleep with a tank top on because for some reason you could not understand, he was a little insecure about himself. You hated that, he was built to absolute perfection, you could spend hours just running your lips and fingers over his toned chest and the muscles the lightly ribbed his stomach. So, Bob slept in mostly just boxers, flannel pants in the winter. You had convinced him to be bare when you told him you liked feeling his skin on yours, it also helped that you hid those white tanks from him until he felt normal to have you pressed against him.

• He’s always been modest, but you found out just how much Bob had in savings when he told you that when you got married, you didn’t have to work if you didn’t want to. Then, when he bought you the wedding dress you had your eyes on since you first searched through bridal shops, no questions asked. You called your best friend and determined he was sent from above. You were never impressed by money, and you’d love Bob if he didn’t have what he has, but knowing that you were financially secure, it made you want to show your appreciation for all he does, every day.

•The bachelor/bachelorette parties went crazy. You and your party are bar hopping, you’re wearing a plastic tiara that says ‘bride’ and Bob’s never seen you drunk before so when you run into him at the hard deck, all he does is laugh at you. You were scared that he wasn’t going to have fun because all his friends drink and he doesn’t, but he spent the night making Payback and Fanboy do stupid stuff for him.

•You never were a fan of over the top weddings, you liked elegant things but didn’t feel the need for an over the top day. You had planned for what seemed like forever, then the day finally came and everything turned out beautifully. Bob was a nervous wreck, he’s got a little anxiety so that didn’t help his nerves. He stood at the end of the isle, watching all the groomsmen and bridesmaids come down, then when everyone stood and a piano rendition of your favorite song played, he looked up and there you were.

• You’re trying not to cry the entire time even though he is.

• Bradley gets drunk and cries during the first dance and Nat has to make him sit down and drink some water before he makes a fool of himself.

• You and Bob honeymoon in some place like Greece or maybe Rome because you both are huge nerds for pretty sights and history. It’s so peaceful that he totally forgets you guys have a life back home and he has a pretty important job.

• When you guys come home, he drives in the other direction of your house so you think he’s lost his mind. When you ask what he’s doing, he just says you’re going home and then pulls into the driveway of a gorgeous two story house that has a very rustic charm to it. This man had your little two bedroom house packed up while you were away and had everything moved into this gorgeous house he picked out.

• You fall in love with life, everything seems so perfect. You’re closer to your family and friends, the sun soaked hardwood floors are always supporting your bare feet as you dance around. Bob loves music, there’s a book shelf full of records and CDs and he’s always twirling you around or slow dancing you in the kitchen.

•He makes sure you have everything you need before he deploys for over a month on a mission. This is the first deployment you experience with him and it’s the first real test on your marriage. Going from sleeping beside someone every night to falling asleep alone was a strange adjustment. He calls you when he can, you’re always lying in one of his shirts, listening to him talk about his day. “I miss you, Bobby.” You’d say, making him smile on the other line. “I miss you too, honey.” He’d say.

• When he comes back home, it’s like a wrecking ball. Bob’s never been an overpowering dominant person, but there’s nothing calm about him when you two get home after not seeing each other. The front door is practically knocked down, it’s slammed shut so hard that you yelp, afraid the hinges might just snap. He’s pushing you up against the wall in the hallway, backing you up against it so hard that one of the framed pictures falls from the place it was hung. You’re so utterly at a loss for words at his animalistic behavior, yet you’re so excited and turned on because he isn’t like this. You’re pulling at his uniform, leaving parts of it on the stairs. Your sundress is thrown onto the bathroom tile as he pulls you into the shower with him, both of you still half dressed. Soaking wet, peeling fabric off each other, it may start in the shower but it doesn’t end there. He’s carrying you to the perfectly made bed, hair still wet, he’s pushing you into the mattress, his dog tags are hanging above you and you wrap your finger around the chain to pull him closer. The house looks like a tornado ripped through it buy the time both of you are too tired to continue. You honestly think you black out because when you wake up on the living room floor, you don’t remember exactly how you got there.

• You might just die when Bob goes to answer the door, hopping into a pair of sweatpants. You remember getting dressed when you thought you were done…then you remember tearing those sweatpants off of him. He opens the door, eyes immediately widening as he looks at who’s on the other side. “Hi.” He greets awkwardly. “My daughter hasn’t answered my calls, I was just seeing if she was alright.” The woman says, hugging her son in law. You hear your mother’s voice and panic, trying to stand and search for a hoodie to slip on to cover yourself. You limp over, very aware at how sore your body feels, and hide yourself behind your husband. You have to explain that your phone was dead and that’s why you didn’t answer…nothing else. But she looks between the two of you and then behind you to the catastrophe of a home. “You’re going to get pregnant.” She tells you. “That’s sort of the goal, ma’am.” Bob responds.

• You took sex ed in school, you know what happens when you have unprotected sex, but truthfully you believed the birth control that you mixed up the days on had your back. You start feeling a little funny, then when you’re late on your next cycle, the fear sets in. You don’t know why you’re scared, you have no reason to be, but you still are. Standing, looking at all the different tests hung on the shelf, you decide that one of each couldn’t hurt. You debate on who to call, once you decide, your best friend is there within ten minutes. “Why’d you buy every single one to ever be made in the world?” They ask as you lay them all out on the bathroom counter. “I didn’t buy every one in the world…just the ones made in America.” You respond. It’s the longest five minutes you ever experienced, you sit on your bed crying and freaking out, hashing out every little thing that could go wrong. Your best friend is there to call you crazy and debunk every fear. “It’s too soon.” “You got married after only knowing him a year.” “What if Bob decides he doesn’t want this?” “That man sends you onesies with planes on them all the time.” “What if he doesn’t love me after I give birth?” “He’d love you if you were a worm.” “What if I can’t do it? I’ve never raised a kid before.” “You’ll be fine.” After the timer goes off and you dry your face, you two walk back into the bathroom slowly. Every single test you took is positive. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m pregnant.” Is all you could say, first in fright, but soon you’re jumping up and down and screeching like a teenage girl.

• Bob comes home from work, unzipping his flight suit as soon as he walks through the door. You come to meet him in the foyer, kissing him sweetly. “Hi.” He smiles. “I’ll go take a quick shower, then I’ll be down for dinner, okay?” You just nod, keeping quiet so you didn’t burst into tears right away. You hear his shower going, and you pace back and forth in the kitchen, shaking. Every shape and color of the tests you took are laid on the table, you don’t even know what to tell him when he comes down. He’s starting to tell you about something that happened when he pauses, curious as he walks to the table. “What…what’s all this?” He asks, picking one of the tests up, looking at the two pink lines. Then he picks up another, and another before it starts to click in his mind. He looks at you, eyes full of hope. “You’re pregnant?” You nod, starting to cry. “Yeah, Bobby, I’m pregnant.” He immediately wraps his arms around you, kissing you sweetly. He’s so over joyed, he can’t even think straight.

• For nine months, he treats you like you’ll break and though you love him for it, you think it’s all a little dramatic. He’s so gentle and understanding throughout everything, even when your hormones are just totally unbalanced and you’re crying or yelling for no reason. He’s so caring and helps you with anything he can, and when the baby is born he makes sure you’re the top priority too.

•Dad Bobby is hot.

[luveline]

Hiiii sugarplum. I would absolutely adore some stripper reader x Hotch maybe like some of him comforting her or just coming to visit like outside of the case and some fluff 🥰🥰

ty for requesting!! fem

You’re texting on the wall outside of work when a shadow cuts across the streetlight illuminating your lap. Your head flinches up, phone to your chest, but the man standing in front of you isn’t one you’ve ever been scared of. “Fuck, Aaron, you scared me,” you say with a nervous laugh. 

He smiles at you in his gentle, unassuming way. “Sorry. I took care to scuff my shoes as I walked.”

“Oh, you took care,” you say. Your smile is far less gentle than his; your cheeks apple, your words coloured with it. “I was in my own world.” 

“I thought we talked about you coming outside alone.”

“Did we?” you ask, the short wall you’re sitting on biting into your hands and thighs as you tip back to grin at him teasingly. “Gosh, I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner, I can’t seem to remember any such talk.” 

“Mm.” He rolls his eyes. “You don’t remember that?” 

“Don’t recall, no.”

“So you also won’t remember the conversation we had about flowers.” 

Your first date, your only date, and your first bouquet. He’d given you flowers and read the embarrassment on your face immediately. You aren’t the kind of girl who gets flowers. 

What’s wrong? he’d asked. 

You’d held the flowers to your chest, something in you worried he’d take them away, though you’re almost positive he’s incapable of being cruel like that. Do I look stupid? 

Of course you don’t. 

There hadn’t been much else to say about the flowers, until after the evening had gone well, and he’d asked you for another date. High with the delight of knowing Spencer’s nice, handsome boss doesn’t just think you’re pretty, he likes you, you’d said Sure, if you bring me another lovely bouquet, we can go on as many dates as you like. 

Aaron pulls the bouquet from behind his back. Petals bounce off of his tie, pinks and whites and baby blues against his black blazer and pristine white shirt as he taps his chest. They’re beautiful, and far too many. 

“Are they really for me?” you ask. You’ve never seen such a big bouquet in your life. It’s a wonder they fit behind his back. 

The strangest thing about dating him has been his sudden propensity for moments of shyness. “That depends,” he says, the slightest hint of nerves in his otherwise dulcet tone, “are they nice enough?” 

“They’re the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen.” You stand up and hold out your hands, pull them back to your chest, and then hold them back out again. You can’t not want them. 

He hands them off to you. 

It must be weird for him to meet you like this. He’s very high up the ladder of his career, and it doesn’t make much sense for him to fall for you. You’re younger, less educated, less prestigiously employed. You hadn’t understood what it was about you that pulled him in, but you can remember how clearly he told you he was interested in you. No shame. Not a hint of reluctance. He’s bringing you flowers outside of the stripclub, ignoring the fact that you’re in sweatpants and a tight corset-type bra, and he hasn’t looked at your body once. 

“I was just texting you,” you say, opening your phone to press send on the text waiting in the hot bar. 

Aaron’s phone immediately pings. 

He reads it quickly. It isn’t a long message. Hi, handsome. Want to pick me up tonight? 

If he’d said yes or no didn’t matter, because you’d just wanted to talk to him, and here he is. 

He finally ducks in. A half side step into your reach, his face angled down, he kisses you chastely on the lips and everything fades away. The neon pink at your feet, the buzzing streetlights and the passing cars, the steady thump of music from three different buildings, it all disappears under his warm hand. He kisses you, and he hugs you to his chest, careful not to crush your flowers. You could glow from the inside out. 

He’s still smiling as he pulls away. “Are you hungry?” he asks softly. 

“So hungry.” 

“We can get anything you want.” 

“Really? What if I want the same as last time?” 

It had been expensive and you’d felt vaguely underdressed. Aaron doesn’t baulk. “Anything you want… You may need to wear my jacket, though. I don’t think your current outfit adheres to their dress code.” 

You push the flowers just under his nose. “Funny.”

[tourturestarradio]

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Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji (more added later) x Mermaid reader!

Prompt: After your family jewels were stolen you were determined to get them back joining you closest friend Monkey D. Luffy on his adventure to become the king of the pirates.

Warnings: none, this follows the live action!!

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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 was very strict about who I placed myself around, who I befriend, what part of the sea I'm on. It was so stressful sometimes, all the rules and regulations were annoying. I just wanted to swim around the ocean and make friends.

But I had none. Not a single one until today. One of the biggest rules was to never. EVER. Go to the surface, under any circumstances. But being the air head I was I went up anyway, I wanted to see what it was like!

Seeing the sunlight peel through the seawater I gulped nervously hearing loud voices, I carefully and slowly peeked up out of the water, the first thing I noticed was the odd smell, it was like nothing like what I smelled before.

I looked around hearing laughing "Luffy for the last time you aren't prepared enough to be a pirate yet." I looked at the two humans who talked, one was a tall man with red hair, a straw hat, and three scars on his eye.

There was a shorter boy with curly black hair and brown skin "yes I am!" I watched the two talk. well more like argue...

Until I saw the shorter boy turn and walk towards me I jumped and ducked my head under the water as the boy stormed over sitting down with a pout and his arms crossed.

Fun fact about me, my fins tend to glow when I'm flustered, shy, or scared/nervous. So even if i'm hiding most likely you'll still be able to spot me, so you can guess to my surprise when I peeked through my webbed fingers and saw the black haired boy staring dead at me.

I jumped and swam away. A human boy saw me! I'm so done for! He had called out to me "hey wait up!" I guess my fins were still glowing because he followed me down the dock.

I stopped and looked back poking my head out the water "how did you swim that fast!" I was too nervous to speak "u-um...I-I..." I gulped out of nervousness.

His eyes sparkled with curiosity "hey why are you glowing so bright?" I glanced at my fins "I..don't know" he backed up as bit pointing his thumb at his chest "wait. wait. wait let me introduce myself! I'm Monkey D. Luffy! And i'm gonna be king of the pirates!"

I giggled a bit at his behavior "I-I'm Y/n L/n...nice to meet you Luffy!" I smiled at him, his face to turn pink "h-hey you glow like me!" I smiled wider lightly pulling myself up out of the water "wah! you have gills!" He pointed out.

I nodded my head excitedly "mhm!"

I liked this boy Luffy he was very fun. And he didn't seem weirded out by my fish-like appearance. I mean if I hid my gills and covered my fins people wouldn't be able to tell I was half fish.

Well the way my eyes blinked would probably give it away and my (f/c) skin would look odd...and my tail. If only I had legs...

I stayed talking to Luffy for a long while "so what's your dream?" he asked me, staring at me with unblinking eyes and a big smile. I thought for a moment "hmm...maybe...no...ah!...uh no..." I shrugged "I don't know..." Luffy laid on his stomach his legs kicked up behind him.

"Well maybe you'll think of something" he hummed.

"Hm maybe you'll figure it out later..." I nodded in agreement, Luffy stared at me for a moment "so what are you?" he asked, "I'm a mermaid" Luffy peeked his head over into the water. I lifted my tail high enough for him to see it.

"Oo wah~ so cool!" he reached his hands out and touched it gliding his fingers along my scales. I shivered and pulled my tail back into the water "m'sorry my tail is sensitive" I stated.

Looking out at the sky Y/n noticed how it was now sundown "o-oh I gotta go! It was great talking to you Luffy!" ducking my head under the water I swam away hearing Luffy yelling out a loud "Goodbye!! I hope we see each other again!"

A smile grew on my face as I swam home.

The black haired boy ran over "Shanks! Shanks!" a red haired male looked over at Luffy with a raised brow "what's got you all pumped up huh?" Luffy pointed behind himself at the docks "there wassa girl! she-she had gills! and-and fins! she had a really cool tail!" one of Shanks crew mates heard him.

He laughed "does little Luffy got a crush?" Luffy lightly blushed while yelling "No! I-I've just never seen something like her before!" Shanks took a mental note of her description.

Shanks crew mates teased Luffy about the girl for the next couple of days, but he didn't care he still decided to visit his new friend. Y/n would swim to the surface both becoming close with each other.

A friendship blooming between the two.

Asking each other about their lives on land and in the sea, "so would you ever be able to come on land?" he asked.

Y/n's tail swayed back and forth "hm..well probably not for a long time." Y/n stated tapping her chin, Luffy frowned "why not?" Y/n rested her head on her palms "well there is a special necklace that merfolk are gifted. and it lets tails turn to legs or in some rare cases some merfolk can just turn their tail to legs on their own"

Luffy smiled "so cool!" Y/n tilted her head "so who was that red haired guy with the scars" Luffy glanced back at the girl "That's Shanks! He's a pirate too! and he's the captain" speak of the devil, the red haired male came over "Luffy! who're you chatting with?"

Luffy smiled and pointed to where his new fish friend was supposed to be, "to Y/n!" Y/n quickly ducked her head under the water out of fright, but sadly her fins began to glow. Shanks smirked "oi no need to be frightened" he stated, squatting down to where the mermaid was.

Y/n slowly peeked her head up muttering a small "hi..." Shanks smiled at her "hello so you're this Y/n Luffy has been yapping on about" her fins started to glow brighter, she nodded her head.

Suddenly she remembered she had a gift for Luffy, "oh Luffy! I got you a gift, m-my grandpa said it's always good to give a friend a gift."

Luffy perked up "is it food?" he asked, Y/n frowned "did you...did you want food?" "yeah!-" "he'll take the gift" Shanks interrupted Luffy.

Lifting her hand out of the water Y/n placed a closed oyster next to Luffy who eagarly snatched it up opening it.

Y/n grew nervous as Luffy didn't say anything, quickly she spoke "i-it's a b-bracelet. i-if you don't l-like it I can take it back. u-unless you do like it! I mean i-it's not all that g-great. ya'know what nevermind.I-" the rambling girl was hushed when she felt the boy hug her tightly while laughing.

His body almost fell into the water by how far he was leaning off the edge, Shanks picked up the gorgeous bracelet staring at it.

Luffy yanked it back putting it on excitedly, he lightly shook it around the soft clinks of the charms and sea glass making his smile grow wider.

Y/n looked up at the two "so do you like it?" he nodded his head "I love it!"

Shanks smiled at the two "looks like someone has a crush..." he laughed loudly, Y/n glowed "o-oh look at the time!" Luffy cheeks grew pink as he denied what Shanks said.

Y/n pulled herself up enough to sit on the docks most of her tail still in the water, she hugged the black haired boy "bye Luffy" he hugged her back his arms around her torso squeezing her tightly. Letting go Luffy waved goodbye "bye bye Y/n!" she sent one last smile to him and swam away.

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Swimming past other sea creatures I saw a shark swimming by, I giggled and swam over to it circling around it. It nudged me I smiled and swam away the shark following me. As I went deeper into the water the shark swam away, I saw my siblings swim up to me quickly "where have you been?" they asked me.

I blinked "um just swimming around, ya'know" my oldest brother swam up to me eyeing me his arms crossed,  gulped feel my fins glow.

"Y/n..."

I started to sweat. Even if you couldn't tell. My other siblings swam closer looking at me with curiosity, "I-I...was just-"

"Y/n."

Without thinking I blurted out "I went to the surface!" all of them froze in place "you. did. What?!" my oldest brother shouted, I gulped "I-I went to the surface..." he pitched the bridge of his nose.

"Is that why you've been gone all those hours?" I slowly nodded, my other brothers smiled "so cool! I've never been to the surface!"

"I heard it was scary!"

"I heard the people smell weird"

"I heard-"

"Enough! If father finds out about this"

"Finds out about what?"

All of us hushed turning around to see our father, he looked at us with a raised brow. Thinking quickly one of my brothers spoke "your surprise gift!" all of us sighed with fake disappointment "oops..."

My father shook his head "alright, Y/n come follow me." I gulped nervously and followed after him. I tried to keep my fins from glowing, "is there something you need father?" he nodded but didn't say a word.

I followed him through our home far past any of our rooms. He put his hand up to the door a light purple glow emitting from his palm, I 'awed' at the sight the door opened. The room we entered was softly "Y/n i've never told your older brothers about this but....i'm trust you with this Y/n." pulling open a clam mouth he grabbed something.

Turning around I saw a beautiful light green necklace I reached out to touch it but my father pulled it away. "All of your brothers have one but they aren't to use them until they are ready." he stated I tilted my head in confusion "this necklace holds the power to turn your tail to legs" my eyes lit up as I smiled "r-really I thought-" "once you are old enough you may wear it as you please."

I was so giddy about wearing the necklace I started to space out but my father snapped his fingers in front of my face "Y/n listen to me. This necklace is important, it was your mothers. It is very important to our family" I frowned at the mention of the woman.

"One day you will get to wear it just as she did. she would be proud" I smiled and looked down "alright let's go, I don't want the boys getting suspicious about their gifts" I giggled and swam out the room my father follow close behind me before seemingly locking it again.

As the night went on I stayed awake wanting to go to that room again. An idea popping into my mind, maybe I could surprise Luffy tomorrow. Closing my eyes I fell asleep a warm feeling wrapping around my body.

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A/n: this uploaded from my account on Wattpad/quotev!

[justa-fanfic-writer]

Yandere Katakuri x Male Reader

Warnings: Yandere (duh), shit writing, male pregnancy-ish?

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Yandere Katakuri who. . . First met you when you were just walking around the town since you had nothing to do today, so you thought it'll be nice to have a walk around town, not after until you saw a particular red haired boy who looks like he was eating... donuts?

You were strolling around the town since you were still new, and you don't really know your way around, so you thought you might as well explore around but not until you heard some faint noise... it sounds like... someone is munching...? since you were curious where that munching sound was, you thought about going towards the sound since little ol you thought it would be a cute animal eating!

You walked faster to the sound since you had your hopes up thinking it was still a cute animal, not until it wasn't a cute animal... it was some random kid with spiky crimson hair eating what it seems to be donuts? he seems like he was... in bliss of some sort? It seems like donuts were their favorite food!

Your thoughts were cut off when he pinned you against the wall with a long Spear like trident around your neck. He Than spoke, "You saw it, didn't you?" You could feel and hear the anger and rage when he spoke. You were pretty scared, like c'mon, a sharp, pointy blade near your neck like ofc anyone would be scared AF you were almost about to try reasoning with him until you looked at his face and gasped the crimson Haired boy was ready to hear you call him a monster like how the others did and was about to stab you until you murmured softy that only he heard something that absolutely fuckin shocked him "what a cool mouth".

when he heard you spoke those words in your very mouth, his eyes widened in shock! You thought his mouth was cool...? Not disgusting? A curse? A pelican eel? A MONSTER???? He then looked at you again, still shocked, and took back his Spear like Trident back, and he then akwardly apologized. He started putting on his white and black patterned scarf, and you said in a nervous voice, "i-its okay..." And then there was akward silence there was tension still in the air and maybe a start of a new weird friendship? (I got lazy for the backstory here, bare with me here 💀)

Yandere Katakuri who. . . At first, he didn't fully trust you. I mean, come on, barely anyone even wanted to talk to him nor even think about going near him because they kept all called him a freak and a monster, but when you both got even closer he was... a bit happy he had someone to talk to, someone who cares for him, someone who would hang out with but as the days gone by you both were than became inseparable you both would always do everything together and at first Katakuri first saw you as a sibling someone to protect someone who he cares about more than anything but something changed than as you both grew older...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Started to develop some feelings for you it was just small feelings not too much for him to notice it, but as the days went by he started to notice this weird feeling bubbling inside his heart and when he figured out he liked you in a romantic way he was shocked because he only ever saw you as a sibling! never as a romantic interest!

He full-blown denied that he like liked you, but when he actually looked closer... you were... pretty cute.

"WAIT NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS. " he shaked his head to keep those thoughts away he only saw you as a sibling. NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS, yes, that's right t-this feelings will go away y-yeah it will!

Surprise, surprised it didn't

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Is slowly becoming more touchy and possessive and even more obsessed with you day by day he holds your hand in public more often he always asks if you want him to carry you on his shoulder or want to eat anything and he'll immediately call the chef's to make you sweet goods you were kind of weirded out by this behavior but you just honestly thought nothing of it since you were practically his only friend, and you thought that he was just being insecure again and wanted to you to know that he will always be there for you and just needs your comfort and attention so you happily embraced this new him with with open arms!

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Took it in a wrong and thought you're letting him do this things to you since you LOVE him, right? R-RIGHT!? You wouldn't EVER think about LEAVING him because you happily accepted this.

RIGHT????????

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Had the courage to now actually confess to you and hoped you feel the same, and if you accepted it, then he is ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC and will pick you up and give you a literal bone crushing hug!

but if you don't accept the same feelings well...

Seems like we're gonna have some problems...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . After you accept his proposal for you to be his lover, OH BOY, you're gonna have a field day for sure so better prepare for lots of cuddling and getting spoiled to the core because he will SHOW you that he will ALWAYS love you~<3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Married you not too long ago, both of you said your vows, and before you two kiss, he encased the both of you in a mochi squared house since he is still insecure of his mouth and finally have the both of you in a passionate kiss that could make anyone gag on how sweet you two were

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Will let you have your freedom because he knows that if he cages you like a little bird forever, he will never have a TRUE real relationship with you and doesnt want that he wants to have a real and lovely relationship with you. <3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Doesn't mind if you want children he would absolutely LOVE to have children with you~<3 its either you want some or he does.

[The end is so fucking random]

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I know this is kinda shit but... THIS IS THE BEST I COULD DO OKAY!?

[pedroshotwifey]

what about a drabble about a first date with logan who's trying so so hard to have manners and be a gentleman but he's nervous and keeps messing up and its so adorable and cute????? of course reader tells him to chill out and be his normal fucking self because that's who she likes. I felt so bad for him in a clip that's circulating on tiktok where someone says to him that he's not the kind of guy they'd take home bc that's only for good guys

Okay so I loved this so much and then I got excited ab writing Logan and it turned into more of a fic than a drabble, but here it is 😭

First time writing him so I hope it sounds alright! I did use a little something from the recent movie to add a bit of oomph to the ending. Again, thank you much for this request, it's so cute 🥰

Just realized I made it an f!reader insert, but if you want to message me, I can easily switch some things around and repost if you want a diff reader!

The Right Guy

Pairing: f!reader x Logan/Wolverine

W/C: 1.1k

Fluff/diet angst, Just a few F bombs here, nothing bad (they told me absolutely no coke)

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You scold yourself as you check the small watch on your wrist for the tenth time in ten minutes. In your defense, the time is absolutely crawling by. Logan should be here for your first date in about five minutes, and you’re nervous as hell.

You’ve been crushing on him since you were hired at the mansion a few months ago, so since he asked you out a week ago, your stomach has been constantly swarmed by butterflies. He’s sweet, funny, carefree, but mature—and not to mention sexy as hell. You really don’t want to mess this up. 

Lucky for you, it seems that he feels the same. He tends to be a little more nervous around you, his blush more prominent when you tease him. It both comforts you and gives you confidence. He seems to genuinely like you for who you are. 

Because of that, you decided to wear your favorite dress for your date. He told you he’d be taking you to a restaurant, but didn’t get specific, so it was honestly the safest choice anyway. It’s one of those that could be casual just as easily as it could be fancy. A few well-selected pieces of jewelry can make a world of difference, after all. 

You glance in the mirror, and then back at your watch. It’s right as the long hand makes a round to signify that it’s two before seven that you hear a sharp knock at your door. You jump up from your seat, slightly startled. If anyone had been in the room with you, you'd probably be embarrassed. 

Thankfully, since you’re home alone, you ignore the scare and head for your front door. You take one more deep breath and pull on the knob to reveal your handsome date. You look Logan up and down, expecting his usual outfit—blue jeans, a white shirt, and either his leather or jean jacket. What you get instead, is a suit. You have to make a physical effort to not show your confusion. Okay, maybe you expected a nicer shirt or something—ironed jeans if he really wanted to go crazy—but a suit? 

“Oh, hey!” Unfortunately, it’s a bit harder to keep the confusion out of your voice. Don’t get it wrong, it’s nice of him to try to dress up for you, and he does look very nice, but he doesn’t look like Logan. Your eyes catch on his hair—the usual tufts you love so much look to be somewhat flattened by a gel. 

It’s while you’re distracted by this that he reveals a hidden hand holding a bouquet of flowers—your favorite, actually. So why do you feel almost…disappointed? No, that can’t be it. It’s so cute that he’s putting all this effort in for you, but you really just want the normal Logan.

“Oh, wow,” you say, trying to shake off whatever this strange feeling is. “Thank you, Logan.” 

You carefully accept the flowers and step aside to let him inside while you put them in water. It’s strange that he hasn’t said anything else yet. Wait, should you say something? No, he usually says something. There’s usually a joke cracked by now. It’s weird that he’s not, right? Ugh, maybe it’s you being weird? The awkward tension between the two of you is suffocating.

You’re almost disoriented with your overthinking as you move about your kitchen, pulling down a vase to fill with tap water. Logan, of course, notices. 

He softly clears his throat. “Everything alright?”

You set the vase down on your island and look at him, lips pursed. Should you say something? Well shit, he probably sees something wrong by now—you’re staring at him like you want to say something. Damn it. 

You open your mouth and close it again. How do you even say what you want to say though? 

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you lie. Right to his face. 

You smile and walk back to him, trying your best to ignore the expression on his face. Great, now you’re being weird, too. Why the fuck is this weird? 

You breathe out as you close and lock your door, mentally prepping yourself for what you’re really hoping will be a good date. Logan’s waiting for you next to his—

Car? 

Where the fuck is his bike? 

Whatever—it doesn’t matter, it’s fine. Everything’s fine. It’s probably just in the shop or something. 

You give him a tight-lipped smile as you walk to the vehicle, and he opens the passenger door for you. You slide into the seat and wait for him to shut the door before exhaling again. This is all very sweet, but you’ve got to say something. 

You stare at him as he gets into the driver’s seat. Again, he notices. There’s a thick, momentary silence.

“Look, bub, whatever it is, I—”

“You’re not acting like you,” you blurt. 

He stares at you for a second, but you’re pretty sure he knows exactly what you’re saying. You’re pretty sure that’s exactly what he’s trying to do. 

“Logan, you don’t have to put on this show for me,” you say as gently as you can, though it comes out maybe a tad aggravated.

He lets out a slow exhale through his nose and closes his eyes for a blink. You feel bad pointing it out, but there’s no way you can go through a whole date with this stiff act. He opens his eyes back and you offer him a sympathetic smile, your hand reaching out to cup his jaw. He leans into your touch, his own hand coming to envelop yours. 

“I want to go on a date with the Logan I already know, with his bike, and his blue jeans—you move your hand to his hair, messing it up enough to loosen the gel hold—and his crazy ass looking hair.” 

He huffs a laugh, looking at you with tired eyes. You understand how much he must have stressed over all the little details he put in for you. 

“It was very sweet of you to do all this, but you don’t need to perform for me, Lo.” 

He nods slowly, taking a moment to think over everything. “It’s been a long time since I took a chance with somebody,” he confesses, his gruff voice holding an emotion that makes your heart ache for him. “I wanted to be the right guy for you.” 

Your stomach flips. “Logan, you are the right guy for me. You’re always the right guy.” 

Before he can say anything else, you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. Surprise halts him for a second, but he’s quick after to reciprocate, his lips moving slowly but passionately with yours. One of his large hands snakes behind you to cup the back of your neck, the other gently tilting your chin. 

You kiss until you’re out of breath, and when you pull away, you let out an airy laugh. Despite the suit, he looks like your Logan again. Wild hair, wild eyes, pink in his cheeks. 

“C’mon, Romeo,” you tease. “Let’s get that damn jacket off and order a pizza and beer.” 

[onskepa]

This one is a bit of a sad one but what if tonowari lost a sibling in the first war with the demons and his neice was left without parents? He took her in of course and does his best to love and care for her / same with ronal and the kids. She loves them really she does but she doesn't feel settled until she meets kiri and the Sally's. Kiri and reader get along not just because they are out of place but naturally connect and find comfort in each other.

its been awhile since the last kiri fic. I will make this a tiny bit emotional because why not? So enjoy~!!

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Satare

Kiri was exhausted, tired mentally and physically. Riding her ikran for hours was really uncomfortable. And being in the same position was not any better. Now here she is, surrounded by reef na’vi and being picked on by some snooty skxawngs. They are worse than lo’ak. Though, the tsahik is way worse. Calling her and her family not real na’vi. Pointing their obvious flaws and dares to say they have demon blood. 

Her mother was ready to fight the tsahik if it wasn't for her dad to intervene. Not like he made the situation any better. Though, kiri didn't understand why but, when the tsahik sees her dad, she looks rather offended. Like something about him bothers her in a personal level. It was the mercy of the olo’eyktan, tonowari, that accepted their uturu. 

“Tonowari, you cannot be serious, after what he did to-” the tsahik spoke before tonowari interrupted her.  

“We will not discuss that here” he spoke. 

“My son ao’nung, my daughter tsireya and my niece satare will teach your children the ways” tonowari told her dad. Kiri looked over at the children he mentioned, the snooty skxawng was unfortunately the olo’eyktan’s son, the kind yet shy looking tsireya was looking at lo’ak. The last one, satare, her eyes were staring deep into kiri’s soul. It almost scared her. Something about her, something in satare was calling out to her. 

“Here are some freshly caught fish, fruits and seaweeds. They taste better when roasted slowly” tsireya happily instructions the sully family as she gifts them a basket full of metkayina foods. A welcoming gift. Beside her was satare who remained silent. 

The sully family accepted it gratefully, making good impressions. 

“In three moons there will be communal dinner, it would be a wonderful chance to get to know the rest of the clan” tsireya happily informs. 

Jake nods, “perfect” he says. 

He seemed skittish a bit, trying his best to mask her nervous feeling. Kiri can see through it, she knows her dad. Why is that? Tsireya so far doesn't seem intimidating, not like her mother. If anything, she is sweet and very attentive. Could it be the other girl? Satare? She is literally just standing beside tsireya in silence. Yes, she has a weird aura around her but nothing about her screams scary or dangerous. 

“Hm, we will let you settle in. Tomorrow begins your training” 

With that, both girls left. 

“That girl was weird” lo’ak said bluntly, neteyam hits his arm. 

“Shut up, tsireya is being nice” 

“No, not her, the other girl, satare i think that was her name. She just stands there quietly. Its freaky” lo’ak continues. It means what he is saying but oddly enough, he is right. For the short time they have been on the island, no one in their family has seen or heard satare speak. 

“Maybe she is just shy, not open to new people” neteyam suggests, being optimistic for a moment. 

Neytiri and Jake share an unreadable look. 

“Ok everyone, huddle up, there are some ground rules we need to settle….” 

It is hard, it really is. Kiri is just beginning to love her new home, the sea and all that is offers. Only for her little happiness to be shot down by ao’nung and his followers calling her a freak. She is thankful lo’ak and neteyam were there to defend her, but it just got worse. Seeing her brothers get in trouble and have bloody knocks and noses made her feel bad. 

Most of all, letting ao’nung’s words get to her. 

“You are not a freak….” 

A voice, soft and calm. Soothing like that of the calm sea. 

“Don't listen to my cousin, he says things to impress his friends” 

Kiri turns to see satare. 

“Oh, I…well” she starts to speak, not knowing what words to say. Its like her voice was stuck in the back of her throat. 

Taking the chance, satare sits beside her on the sandy shore under a nice shade. Kiri sits up straight, her nerves scrambling in her mind, trying her best to not look like a idiot. 

“Hey, it's ok to relax around me. I don't bite, "Satare soothes with a light chuckle. 

“Sorry, it's just….wait, how do you know what I…?” 

“Your eyes, your eyes says it all” 

Kiri felt somewhat exposed. She wasn't trying to hide her emotions but her eyes being a dead give away. 

“Oh…” was all kiri can say. 

“Im satare, i'm sure you already know that” satare says trying to continue the conversation. 

She pulls up her legs, letting her chin rest on her knees. 

“You are really good at swimming, holding your breath longer than your siblings. Already handling an ilu faster, you looked like you belonged in the water” satare lists. From the very first lessons, satare noticed just how well kiri was taking it. She didn't need further instructions. Like a natural. Taking in the beauty of the sea, admiring the creatures and all life. Everyone appreciates life, but kiri was different in satare’s eyes. 

“Oh, thank you….I just….” 

This satare girl really knows how to make her mind go blank. 

“Tomorrow my aunt and cousin will teach you and your sister some techniques on the other side of the island. To collect certain things, you might like it” with a small smile, satare left just like that. Not saying goodbye or anything. Maybe lo’ak was right, she was a little odd.

Ronal wasn't blind, she knew what she saw. That kiri girl was odd, stood out from her family in the oddest ways. She knows she can't currently point out anything, needs someone else or a form of proof. But that girl, even with her demon blood, is not normal. 

Who can control animals at their own will? What large school of creatures follows the bidding of a person so easily? 

Ronal will have to investigate it further, figure out just what is up with that sully girl. 

Be it good, or bad, ronal does not like it. She could be a threat to her clan, her family, its already bad enough satare has taken interest in kiri. Ronal cant forbid satare from seeing kiri, can't restrict her. Tonowari will not like it. 

Satare, her dear niece. Basically a second daughter to her, was enjoying life only for the cause of her loss, dares to come. Seeking uturu, ronal was ready to say no, to push them away from her island. Away from satare. 

Ronal doesnt care how legendary or respected toruk makto is to the world, in her eyes, he is the reason satare is like the way she is. He killed her family. 

Days became weeks, weeks turned into months. The sully family were getting used to their new lives and clan. Their diets changing, as well as style. Getting more involved with the clan as the members become more welcoming. 

In jake’s and neytiri’s eyes, their children are enjoying it. Which is good. A good step into their safety. 

Even their most anti-social child, kiri, is becoming good friends with satare. Almost like soul sisters from what they see of their interactions. 

For jake personally, he is still nervous to be around the girl. Does his best to limit his time around the village so as to not cross paths with her. For a long while he wonders, does she know? Did tonowari ever told her? Ronal knows from her constant scowls and hisses. Kiri so far never mentioned anything note worthy. 

Neytiri knows her husband's hesitance and understands. 

Seeing satare brings sad memories. Being constantly reminded of what happened. 

If they could, jake and neytiri would do anything to bring them back, bring satare’s parents back and into her life again.

“They arent your real parents, are they?” Satare asks kiri one day, out of nowhere. 

They were out near the shore as they weaved some nets. Enjoying each other's company. 

“Is it that obvious…?” kiri asks. Satare has a weird way of guess things right. 

“Its how you talk to them. You are clearly closer to your dad than you are with your mom. You talk more with your dad than with your mom, you love them. But I can tell who you trust more with your secrets” 

Kiri looks down at her net, setting it aside and fully turning her attention to satare. “I love them, but, yeah. You are right, they adopted me when I was a baby, my real mom is dead. But she was good friends with my parents, she was a teacher to my adopted mom and a good mentor to my dad” 

Satare lets out a pleased hum, “thats nice…” 

“What about you? You spend a lot of time with your cousins and aunt and uncle. Are your parents travelers?” kiri asks, curious of satare’s family life. 

“Warriors” satare responded rather flatly. 

“Oh, they guard the outer areas of the islands” kiri asks more as she looks at where the border was at. Not noticing the harsh weaving satare was making to her net. 

“No, they used to be almost like guards to my uncle and aunt” 

Kiri turned her head slowly, seeing a darkened look into satare’s eyes. 

“Used to…?” 

“They are dead, kiri” 

Kiri placed a hand over her heart, feeling a pang in her chest. So, she is an orphan too…

Does that explain why they get along so well? 

“What happened…? Was there an accident?” kiri couldn't help but ask. It was a touching subject, but she for some reason had to know. 

So, satare looked straight into her eyes, almost the same way she did back when kiri arrived months ago. 

“Your dad killed them”

Kiri ran so fast towards her home. 

The sky seemed to reflect her emotions, it was clouded and gray. It seemed very likely it might rain. Perfect to disguise her tears. 

She didn't understand, her dad? Her dad who led many na’vi clans to victory? A hero in everyone's eyes? Killing satare’s parents? It didnt make sense. And she needed to know why. 

“DAD!!” she shouted as she entered her home. Neytiri and jake were inside cooking when they were startled by her voice. 

Quickly neytiri guided kiri inside trying to have her be near the fire to warm her up. “Ma’kiri, what is wrong? Are you hurt?” she asked her daughter, feeling panicked of her sudden action. But kiri ignored her, all attention on her dad. 

“Dad, did you kill satare’s parents?!” 

Jake widens his eyes, feeling surprised, a bit shocked, but mostly surprised. 

“Who told you?” he asks, kiri wept loudly. 

“So its true?!” 

Neytiri and jake share a look, a silent conversation happening between them. 

“Why?! I dont understand! Why would you-” 

“He didnt” neytiri cut her off. Defending jake. 

Kiri turned to her, not understanding, but jake grabbed her hand to comfort her. 

“Best to calm down first, otherwise you won't get what we will tell you” 

So, after a little while did kiri calm down, her mind clear and ready to listen. 

“I won't lie, I do feel guilty. This was during the war, and we needed every clan near and far to join the fight. Tonowari was hesitant to join the war party, his people had nothing to do with the conflict. He was right, but his brother was eager to join…” 

Fire cracked and flared in the pit as the fish were being roasted. Satare stared at the golden blazes as she thinks back to what she said. Regretting telling kiri her inner secret. Most likely now she created a crack between kiri and her fathers relationship. She didnt mean to, kiri kept asking when she could have said no. Yet satare let her mouth run wild. 

“I'm such an idiot…” she mutters to herself. 

“I think you are rather smart” 

Turning around she sees her uncle, tonowari, enter their home. She gives him a welcoming hug but tonowari senses something is wrong. 

“Is something on your mind satare?” he asks. 

Satare always had a neutral look for a long time, her face and eyes are hard to read. Always hiding her emotions but tonowari can still read her like a painting. A trait she inherited from her grandpa. 

“uncle….I did something foolish….” she muttered. Together they sat down near the fire, tonowari’s arm over her shoulder as to comfort her. 

“Speak my niece, what foolish thing do you claim you have done?” he asks. 

“I….told kiri that her father, jake suli, killed my parents…uncle, I fear I have ruined their relationship. I said it before I could stop myself” tears were closing to form. Her eyes are getting shiny and red from the stress and worry she feels. 

Tonowari hugged her tightly, doing his best to soothe her, he shouldn't have let ronal put those words into satare’s head. He should have stopped it before it began. But years of hearing it, its no wonder his niece believes it a bit. 

“Sshhhh, satare, listen to me” he starts to say, letting his eyes meet satare’s. 

“Your father, your mother, neither of them were killed by toruk makto. They chose to join the war, they chose to fight alongside him, to join him. They fought with all their might, they did that to give you a future where there are no demons, no threats. They wanted you and other children to live in peace. What they did was to protect you. Im sorry that I couldn't stop them. Just know, jakesuli had nothing to do with their deaths. He is innocent” 

Tonowari places a soft kiss on his niece’s forehead and hugging her once more. 

He sees his brother in satare, from her stare to how she speaks. 

Satare lost her parents during the war, but tonowari also lost his beloved brother. Seeing jake is being reminded of what they lost. As a brother, tonowari would shout and say things, but as an olo’etkyan, he would give his thanks and utmost respect. 

“The best thing we can do is to move forward from the past….”

After being explained, kiri understood so much more. 

Now she has so much to say to her dad, to satare. One person at a time. 

Which is why satare goes first. 

“Hey…can we talk?” satare asks her suddenly the next day. So, together they walk into the small jungle in the center of their island. Satare taking the lead. 

Kiri was nervous through the walk, not knowing what satare would say, fearing of losing her friend. 

“Im sorry….for saying that to you. I shouldnt have said it, I must have ruined your view on your dad…" Satare apologized. Kiri quickly shook her head. 

“No no, he actually explained to me what happened….but….Im also sorry for pushing it. I know talking about it is really hard. I even have a hard time taking about my biological mother” 

Satare looked over at kiri, her eyes once again looking straight into her soul. 

“Is fine, I guess we all have our own struggles and problems. Like my uncle said, best thing we can do is to move forward….so, that's what I want to do. Step by step” 

She walks closer to kiri, a small smile forming. 

A smile that kiri hasn't seen since their first meeting. 

“Step by step….” kiri repeats. 

She chuckles, letting the tension leave her body. A small smile of her own matching satare’s. Taking the first move, kiri hugs Satare, feeling her heartbeat, feeling her warmth. 

Satare hugs back, enjoying the warm comfort kiri provides. Step by step, together they can move forward from their own losses and perhaps together they can mend what their families are still guilty of. Only time will tell. 

Okie, this one was cute and a bit sad to write, idk , im thinking of making a part 2 to this but who knows! So until then, I hope you all like it! Until next time! See ya!

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Satare = connection/relationship

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Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 5.8k

Notes: I’m so sorry this is so late, I’m just really sick rn and I feel like that’s just an excuse 🤣🤣🥹🥹but don’t worry because 12 and 13 are actually finished already! So they will be coming out very soon after this one

Episode 11: There’s a First Time for Everything

He asked to use their house.  

Is that stupid? Would you have preferred it at home? No, no you need a little vacation anyway and he knows you like it here… No this will be perfect and it’s in the guest room so you don’t feel awkward. It’s like an Airbnb at this point! And they won’t be home for a month… so it’s not like he’s putting anyone out or anything…

You’ll love it.

He thinks. 

Eddie paces a little as he gets everything set up nicely in the bedroom. There are condoms in the bedside table if you want them, and there are snacks and drinks in the little mini fridge. The blankets are plush and soft and he’s even taken a couple of your favorite stuffed animals that he knows you wouldn’t leave home without and a cute new one he got from Target he thought you’d really like. 

He’s kind of nervous, to be honest, okay he’s a lot nervous. You guys had been spending so much time together lately… maybe now wasn’t the best time… but okay maybe it also was? Because the tension was becoming truly unbearable between the two of you. The sweet lingering glances, the soft kisses, the countless times Eddie did exactly what he was not supposed to do and very very carefully got you off a few times. He’d drag his cum through your folds and paint a pretty little picture for you. Not once did he put it in 

But that was about to change tonight. That is if you wanted.

He made Buck drive you over, he was literally too nervous to do it himself. He was too busy getting the house ready, setting all the moods in every room you guys could possibly end up in. He’d even turned on the lights in the hot tub, the water red hot… literally. 

The doorbell rings and he sighs, smoothing his hair back and straightening out his shirt. It’s just a lounge shirt, he’d told you to wear your pajamas and bring an overnight bag. Just a regular little slumber party! 

He opens the door and smiles, tilting your chin up to kiss you 

“Hello gorgeous” He purrs and you giggle, kissing him back 

“Hi” 

Buck puts his hands on his hips, he’s carrying your overnight bag and a grocery bag 

“Hey! I’m here too!!” 

Eddie leans over and kisses his cheek “Sup sexy” 

You walk in and Buck follows you “That’s more like it” 

He sets your bag down in the foyer and looks around for a minute, slipping his hands into his pockets 

“Welp, you guys have fun!”

You turn to him as you take off your shoes, replacing them with your little bunny slippers 

“Aren’t you staying for a bit? I thought you were?” 

Eddie leans against the wall, looking at him, he narrows his eyes transmitting a little message to that thing Buck calls his brain 

“Nope! I’ve uh- I’ve got plans tonight! With the Bennett’s. Eliza and I are having an old movie night while William gets us snacks!” 

You giggle and walk over, hugging him tightly. He kisses your head and holds you a bit longer, he does that now, and can’t ever seem to let you go 

“Love you kiddo, have fun. And remember, you can always call Daddy Buck to come pick you up if you get scared” 

You toss your head back laughing and push him away “Yeah, yeah whatever, I love you too papa” 

“Thank god you didn’t call him daddy” Eddie laughs and you shrug

“It would be kinda weird calling you both, don’t you think??” 

Buck's mouth drops open and Eddie holds his hands up

“She calls you daddy?!?!”

“She does not call me daddy!”

They yell it at the same time and you laugh even harder, grabbing your duffle bag and dragging it away from them 

“I was about to be so damn hurt if I found out she called you that and you had the audacity not to tell me!!” 

Eddie gives him a weird look “You want me to tell you that your cousin called me daddy??” 

“Okay, it’s gross when you say it like that god Eddie you perv. I’m your best friend, of course, I want all the dirty details!” 

“I’m not. No, I'm not giving you the- god no” 

“Eddie Diaz!” Buck says as he’s opening the door “She’s just gonna tell me anyway!!” 

He turns to you, pretty decently far from them “You’d tell him?!” 

“It’s a girl thing,” You say simply and Buck points at you

“Damn right it is” 

Eddie faceplams, completely hating the both of you in this moment and you both giggle at his expense. 

God why did he have to fall in love with a Buckley. 

“Eddieee” Buck whines and Eddie knows damn well he’s lost this fight. Because truly Buck is his best friend and as pouty and annoying as he is he knows he’d probably end up telling him every detail anyway. He just likes to give him shit for it, because what else are you gonna do on a 24-hour shift?

“You win” Eddie puts his hands in the hair and Buck fist pumps while doing a little dance 

“Y/N you’re sleeping over at Maddie and Chim's !! Eddie and I are having girl time!!!" 

“You guys have fun!” You wave and Eddie forces Buck out of the house now while he screams how much he loves you and to have a good time. He leans against the door for a second, shaking his head before he walks over to you, taking your duffle bag and your hand 

“Would you seriously tell him every detail?”

“Him? Maybe. Maddie? Absolutely” you giggle and Eddie rolls his eyes before scooping you up in his arms, you squeal as he takes you upstairs to put your stuff in the bedroom. 

You guys decide to order dinner instead of going out, you’re kind of in the mood for Applebees so while you’re in the bathroom changing he orders for you two. 

“So I was thinking after dinner we could hit the hot tub?” He asks as he scrolls through DoorDash on his phone 

“Oh yeah sounds good,” You say from around the corner as you change into your real pajamas for the night. Hen had taken you shopping especially for Eddie’s little sleepover plans 

“Or you know two birds one stone have dinner in the hot tub” He jokes and you poke your hand out from the bathroom and flip him off 

“Oh shut up!” 

“Close your eyes!!” You say and he shuts off his phone, crossing his arms over his chest 

“Nah you were mean!!” 

“Eddie!!” You stomp your little bunny and he huffs 

“God fine” he closes his eyes “but only because you’re like the biggest damn baby I know and I know you’ll start crying”

“I will not!!”

“Will too” he teases and you walk over to him, slapping his leg 

“Ow, you little br-“ his words get caught in his throat as he stares at you, his mouth falling open slowly. You’re in the sweetest little pink babydoll he’s ever seen. It’s sheer with feathers covering your breasts and lining the bottom. You do a little spin for him and toss your hair over your shoulder 

“So? What do you think?” 

He can see all of your gorgeous sun-kissed skin and the tiny little sheer thing you’re apparently calling a pair of panties. 

“I thought I'd, you know, dress up a little for you tonight! D-do you like it?” You put your hands behind your back nervously and look at him 

Does he have a corruption kink?? Signs are starting to point straight up to yes 

“U-uh??” He’s short-circuiting. He hasn’t been this bad since he first met you 

“I also thought… that maybe…um, if you’re up for it? We could go skinny dipping” 

Oh god, you’re gonna give him a heart attack. Maybe you already have! Maybe this is heaven. 

“Eddie?” 

Has your voice always been that sweet?? That innocent?? 

You crawl onto the bed and go to straddle his lap, but he knocks you right off and you yelp as you tumble onto the bed 

“Hey!!” 

He jolts out of bed, putting his hands up in front of him 

“I swear to god this night is going to be very short if you sit in my lap now” 

You roll over and laugh into the covers and he pushes your butt out of the air so you’re lying on your side 

“Quit it!!” 

“Do you want me to change?” You’re still giggling as you turn to look at him and he puts his hands on your thighs shaking you slowly 

“Noooo…. No, I can handle it! I just… you’re so gorgeous baby, I just wasn’t expecting this” 

“So you like it?” You ask as he turns you flat on your back and pulls your legs to the edge of the bed

“I really, really like it” he looks at you laying there, your arms up, your body laid out for him… 

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” you ask quietly, biting the tip of your finger and he lets out a frustrated groan, smacking your leg 

“I said quit it” There’s a little growl to his voice and you pull your legs closed, squeezing them together a bit 

“You gonna make me?” 

He looks at you, his eyes darkening with desire and he smirks, pulling your legs back down slowly 

“I’m gonna remember that Sugar cube” He drags his thumb over the front of your panties, relishing in the way your breath hitches. He rubs a slow, torturous circle with a little sadistic smile on his face before pulling his hand back and smacking your cunt. It’s not nearly as hard as he could do it, oh you’re not ready for that. But you squeak, slamming your legs shut and he tilts his head back laughing 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I hurt the baby? Did my little sugar cube not like that?” 

His tone is so condescending and he looks so gleeful as he stares at you, rubbing your thighs together 

“You gonna be a good girl for me? Let us enjoy the evening I have planned? Or…would you rather learn your lesson the hard way. It makes no difference to me”

You stare at him, you’ve never seen him quite like this, of course, you’ve never really gotten to this point before. You knew before coming here tonight what you both were hopefully going to do… and now it seems like you’re trailblazing right towards it 

“I’ll be good,” You say softly and he smiles, pulling you off the bed and picking you up to take you back downstairs 

“That’s my good girl”

Dinner is delivered and Eddie sets you down at the dining room table, he sets your food out for you and pours the same Strawberry wine you’d had on your first date

“This is pretty romantic” You tease him as he clinks glasses with you 

“I told you once, I’ll tell you again. I can be a pretty romantic guy” He winks and you giggle as he pulls your chair closer to him. He kisses your nose before watching you sip from your glass 

“Tastes good?” He asks as he sips his and you nod 

“Of course it does!”

You spend the rest of dinner giggling and joking around with Eddie. He toys with your hair and teases you, poking and prodding and you push his hands away, pouting playfully and telling him to behave. 

He ignores you. 

Because how can he behave when you’re dressed like that, sitting all pretty right next to him, the smell of your perfume enveloping him in the sweetest hug. He can’t wait for it to be all over him, for his lips to be all over your body, kissing you, loving you. 

“Eddie?” You snap in front of his face a couple times and he flinches 

“Huh??”

“I asked if you were done eating? I wanna go watch a movie or something before we hit the hot tub?” You have a little knowing smirk on your face and he glares at you playfully 

“Yeah sure, go put somethin’ on corazón I’ll put the rest of our food away” 

That was a new name 

He gets up from the table, pulls your seat back, and takes your hand to help you up. He kisses it gently, then kisses your cheek and you blush, pushing him away and he chuckles, taking your plates into the kitchen as you skip off to the couch. 

Honestly, you knew these people had money. Since the first time you’d seen the house. But these are the softest, fluffiest, comfiest couches you’ve ever sat on. There’s a large fluffy blanket on the back of the couch and a cute pink basket of snacks on the coffee table. You grab the remote from the basket and cuddle up under the blanket, flipping through Netflix to try and find something 

Eddie had set this area up really cutely, the snack basket was an adorable touch even if you wouldn’t be eating them just yet. He comes into the living room and lifts up one side of the blanket, plopping down on the couch and opening his arms so you can crawl into them 

“Pick anything yet?” 

You crawl up into his lap and cuddle into him, snuggling down into the blanket and continuing to scroll 

“Eh, not really,” you say as he adjusts himself, putting his arms around you and placing his head on yours. You flip over to Disney+ and lean into him, he starts to kiss your neck lightly and you smirk

“You think we’ll actually get through this?” You turn on Deadpool and he relaxes on the couch, dimming the lights with his phone 

“Not if I can help it” 

He wasn’t kidding either. His kisses to your body are light and teasing, his fingers trailing ticklish little paths on your arm. He just wants to touch you, like he can’t get enough of you being here with him, and maybe he can’t. He spent too long away from you, he’s going to be glued to you until the next century. 

You’re not even paying attention to the movie anymore and it’s practically over, in fact, you hadn’t been paying attention to it in quite a while you’re not even sure how it got to Deadpool forgetting his bag in the taxi but that’s where you’re at 

“Do you wanna go in the hot tub now?” You ask breathlessly as Eddie leaves yet another hickey on the nape of your neck near your collarbone. You’re not even sure what the purpose of these panties was, they’re certainly not doing a very good job containing the slick that’s coating your thighs from all his teasing 

“Sounds good to me, beautiful”

You get up from the couch and stretch a little, purposely making that baby doll rise so Eddie can see how wet your thighs are. Not that he definitely couldn’t feel it anyway. He stares at you for a moment, licking his lips and you wink at him before turning on your heel. You smirk a little as you hear him get up and follow after you. 

You walk in front of Eddie, taking off your baby doll and tossing it backward at him. He catches it, holding it close to his chest and inhaling happily 

Fuck he loves strawberries. 

You decide to leave the thong on, just to bother him and walk out to the hot tub. You can hear him stripping behind you as you walk up the steps and sit on the edge of it. You turn to face him and your cheeks flush. His clothes are discarded in a pile with your babydoll to the side, and he’s naked in front of you 

“You’re staring Sugar Cube” he’s got that stupid cheeky grin on his face as he walks up the stairs, his ass bouncing with each step 

“Goddamn” You mumble as he gets into the hot tub, sitting down and leaning back against the wall 

“You gonna get in? Or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” He puts his arms on the wall as you slowly float back down to earth, swinging your legs over the edge and getting in

You wade over to him and snuggle into his side, he drapes an arm over you and kisses your head 

“How’s healin’ going?” He murmurs into your hair and you shrug 

“Not bad, especially with all the help from everyone… and I love being around everyone and it’s so nice being pampered all the time-“

“But?” Eddie chuckles and you sigh, looking up at him with a small smile on your face

“I really, really needed this vacation”

You put your forehead against his before climbing into his lap. You cup his face, your fingers splayed over his cheeks as you kiss him slowly, wrapping your tongue around his and tilting your head, deepening the kiss. He lays his head back slowly as you start to grind on him while placing soft kisses along his jaw 

“You’re gonna start something…” He moans softly, his hands coming to squeeze your hips. He pulls you down on him more, feeling the way you slip easily along his cock 

“Maybe I finally want to” You look him in the eyes and he grins wickedly, getting up and spinning you around so you’re pinned against the side of the tub. He runs his cock through your folds, grinding on your clit and you grip the edge of the tub, little whining noises falling from your lips 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” He grinds against you, trying his best to be careful and you shudder underneath him, lifting your leg onto the stair on purpose, encouraging him to slip in 

“Your first time is not gonna be in a hot tub” He chuckles breathlessly and you push back against him whining and bracing your hands on the edge of the tub more

“Please, Eddie? Please I need it” you practically sob and he picks you up out of the water, walking up the stairs and onto the deck. He moves quickly and you’re slightly terrified he’s gonna slip but he doesn’t as he makes his way to the bedroom he had all set up. You gasp softly as he kicks the door open, flipping on the lights. A soft pink hue cascades over the room and little fairy lights twinkle from the canopy above the bed 

“Eddie?” Your eyes are wide as he stops for a moment, letting you take it all in. There are rose petals all over the floor and a couple of your candles that are unlit. 

“I-I wanted it to be special for you” he’s blushing now as he carries you over to the bed and sets you down. He grabs a lighter from the bedside table and lights your favorite candles before placing it back in the drawer 

“So. I uh-“ He rubs the back of his head awkwardly“I did bring condoms- if - I mean I will absolutely put one on if you want me to”

“I’m uh- I’m on the pill” You blush and he looks at you, his eyes wide for a second 

“So remember the first time we messed around?” You say sheepishly 

“When you moved in?” 

“Yeah and you literally kinda rubbed your um-“Your cheeks are burning and he smirks at you 

“My what? Pretty girl” 

You glare at him and he smiles so sweetly at you, but his eyes are so dark and hungry and you can feel it stirring up way too many emotions in you 

“Y-your…stuff” 

He tosses his head back laughing, his hand on his chest as he has just a good freaking laugh at your expense. He pushes you down on the bed and you squeak as he leaves you to grab a towel from the bathroom to toss on the floor to stop it from dripping all over it. 

“You mean when I rubbed your pussy with my cum?” He gets on his knees now and you prop yourself up on your elbows quickly 

“You don’t have to be so vulgar!” 

Your mouth drops as he rips a hole in your panties and he looks up at you 

“Don’t I?” He can’t help the way he stares, like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever seen in his entire life like he’s been starving for weeks…and you know technically he has. 

It doesn’t help that you had decided to pretty up a little. ✨Magic shave powder✨ is the greatest thing you’ve ever bought in your entire life, you’re as smooth… you don’t know, something that’s like really smooth? Wait okay that one street in Cars after Lightning McQueen fixes it 

“The movie, Cars?” Eddie looks at you and you blink slowly 

“Said that out loud didn’t I”

“Mhmmm” He chuckles against your thigh and you bat at his head 

“But you didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” He says, kissing the inside of your thigh softly and getting you back on track “I’d devour you either way baby”

“I wanted to” 

“I’m not complaining” He nuzzles his nose against you and inhales deeply, his eyes roll back as your jaw drops slowly 

“Smells good enough to eat” 

“E-“ 

It’s like all the air has been sucked from your lungs the moment he kisses you, French kisses you. It’s an odd feeling at first, but your hands automatically tangle in his hair as he laps at your clit, you feel the vibrations of his chuckles as you buck against his face and he pulls you closer to him, putting your thighs over his shoulders

He’s hungry for you as his tongue dips inside you, tasting your arousal 

“Such a good girl for me” He murmurs, flicking his tongue over your clit as he finally tastes you for the first time.

“Such a pretty little cunt too” His fingers dig into your plush ass as he pulls you closer to him, licking and teasing you. He loves the way you shiver at his touch, the way your back arches off the bed as he slides his fingers inside you. He can’t help but groan, his cock throbbing with need as he tastes your sweet nectar, but he can’t be bothered with himself at the moment, he’s too enamored with your bare cunt. 

You writhe frantically in the covers, trying to pull yourself away from him just a little, just enough to breathe. But he slaps your thigh, leaving behind a red mark and you yelp. His eyes connect with yours immediately, staring daggers at you for trying to run from him and you shove his face back down just so you don’t have to stare into those gorgeous brown eyes. You know you wouldn’t last either if he made you. 

“I’ve wanted you for so, so long” he purrs against your lips before sucking on your clit and biting it just a little, your hips buck against his face as you cry out his name and he chuckles deeply, pulling his fingers away, and reaching for his cock. He strokes himself a few times, as he continues devouring you, gasping into you. 

You’re a babbling mess underneath him, incoherent and a bit dazed, that man knows what he’s doing. You can feel the way he spells out his name, claiming you. Like any other man ever had a chance with you. 

The sounds of your moans are music to his ears, his sweet little angel, tugging at his hair, begging him to let you cum. 

“Look at how sweet and submissive you can be, I’m so proud of you baby girl… come on. Let me taste you baby, cum on my tongue” 

You cry out his name as he sucks your clit relentlessly, his fingers pumping back into you, in and out as you reach your climax. Your body trembles harshly as you collapse into the bed, panting and almost crying from how overwhelmed you’re feeling. 

Eddie pulls his fingers out slowly, crawling over you and kissing you softly 

“Hey, hey you did so good sugar cube. You’re so wet for me…” He kisses your tears and you look at him, sniffling a little 

“That was a lot,” you say and he smiles, reaching over and grabbing your new teddy bear and handing it to you 

“Mhmm it sure was” he watches you snuggle with it, taking a little breather and he lays next to you, pulling you into his arms 

“We can leave it at that if you want baby, we don’t have to go further” 

“What about you?” You ask quickly, barely letting him finish the sentence 

“Y/N, I just got to eat you out for the first time. Trust me when I say I’m perfectly fine waiting if you’re not ready” 

“I just need a minute” You blush a little and he kisses your nose 

“That’s perfectly fine with me” 

You can feel just how hard he is, his thick cock pressed against you. All he does is softly rub your arm, humming a soothing little song. You know he’d really stop if you needed to… you know he wouldn’t think twice.

But god is it finally time to ride your cowboy

You look at him, hugging your bear to your chest, your head is practically spinning with the deep desire to just take him inside you, and finally know what it feels like for him to just… destroy you. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yes, cutie?” He says playfully as he nuzzles into your neck 

“Fuck me” 

You feel the way he stops breathing, the way his hand stops caressing your side

“What was that?” 

His voice is deeper, darker. There’s a bite to his tone as his hands become more possessive, pulling your body into him greedily

“Say it again for me” His hands trail up your sides as he watches you so intensely. So desperately aroused. 

“Uhhh” you start to get a bit shy again, hiding behind your teddy bear “Um” 

“Oh come on now” He pulls your teddy bear from you, kissing your neck as he slides the bear down his bare torso 

“Tell me what you want from me” Your eyes widen as he strokes himself slowly with your teddy bear, groaning softly and bucking his hips into it a bit 

“Look at how much I need you” 

You stare at him, unable to even comprehend what you’re seeing as he rubs that bear up and down his shaft, hissing at the satisfying friction it gives him…but-

“Come on, say it for me” 

“F-fuck me,” you say again, your voice squeaking a little 

“Fuck me… what?” 

Your jaw drops slowly as he tosses the bear aside and gets on his knees, pulling your hips to him and tapping your pussy with his cock 

“U-uhh” 

“Come on honey, one little word” You feel a slight pressure as he teases your hole with the tip, he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a small bottle of lube, pouring it over his cock and rubbing it in 

“Fuck me… d-daddy” 

“That’s my girl” He grins wickedly as he pushes into you slowly, stretching you out inch by mind-blowing inch. You’re not even sure how big he is but damn it just keeps going. You’re panting softly, your eyes rolling back as he finally sinks his cock into you.

“Ohhmygod” 

Your words slur together as your body trembles underneath him, he leans forward and kisses your neck, taking your hands in one of his and pinning them above your head 

“Look at you, doin' such a good job baby girl. Let me know when to move, we’ll go at your pace” 

He looks mesmerized by the way you stretch around his cock, your tight cunt gripping him. He sighs dreamily, knowing he’s the only man to ever take you like this and he likes that. It makes him kind of wish he’d saved himself for you which is hilarious considering he didn’t even know you existed. You wiggle your hips a bit trying to adjust to his size and he smirks, pulling out a little 

“Is it too much for you? Too much for my pretty baby to take?” 

Okay Eddie is kinky 

But maybe you can be worse 

You wriggle one of your wrists free from him, he’s not holding them very tightly for your first time and reach for the nightstand 

“You want the condoms, honey?” 

He goes to pull out but your fingers reach your phone first, handing it over to him. He stares at it in his hands and then looks back at you 

“You wanted pictures right?”

Now it’s his turn for his jaw to drop “I-i mean-“ 

“Unless you’re just all talk…”

The look he gives you like you have the audacity to be saying that when you’re just trying to buy time to get used to his size. He ignores you though, and rubs his hand over your thigh soothingly. You hear the shutter of the camera and it sends a shiver up your spine. His fingers ghost over your sensitive clit and you gasp, moving your hips against it as he plays with your clit, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he films the way he’s touching you. 

You reach out for him, your thighs shaking and he tosses your phone to the side as he goes to lay over you now, kissing you softly 

“I think you’re ready” he whispers as his hips start to move slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in it for a second as he pumps in and out, moaning lowly in your ear 

“Fucking hell, Y/N” 

He keeps his slow pace up, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as he tortures both of you for the sake of not hurting you 

“F-faster” you pant, pulling at his hair so he’s looking into your eyes “Please, please go faster” 

Goddamn you don’t have to tell him twice 

His hips speed up as he reaches between you and massages your clit in time with his thrusts, your back arches into his chest as you cry out and he bites his lip, grunting as his cock thrusts in and out of you 

He grips your hips again, tighter this time. The muscles in his arms bulged with each snap of his hips, his body moving in perfect sync with yours. Eddie's hot, heavy breaths mingle with your own as he drives into you, the primal sounds of passion filling the room and driving you up the wall, almost the same way he’s driving you up the bed. You hold onto the headboard, your body arching up higher, your tits bouncing in his face 

He pulls out almost completely, then plunges back in, the intensity of his movements driving both of you higher. Sweat glistens on both of your skin as you move together, your moans louder with each powerful stroke.

Eddie's breathing becomes labored, his thrusts more erratic as he nears his peak. His gaze never leaves yours, seeing the passion reflected in your eyes. He feels your body tremble, watching the way your body comes closer and closer to finishing all over him 

It’s so purely euphoric the moment you cum, he watches the way your body arches into his, the way you cry out his name, reaching for him. He holds you closer, finishing inside you fucking finally, he holds it in you, his cock throbbing inside you as he releases more and more and he’s sure it’s the hardest he’s ever cum in his life

You hold onto him, your entire body shaking, your nails clawing at his back, just trying to find something to ground yourself with. He doesn’t pull out as he collapses on top of you, panting into your hair, giving you soft little kisses 

“Jesus I’m in love with you” He laughs breathlessly and you nod, laughing with him 

“I-I love you too”

“Hello??…. What? Buck, Buck slow down buddy. Where??” 

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes 

“Baby?” Eddie gets out of bed, running over to the dresser and tossing you a t-shirt, that you rush to get on. He hops around trying to get his pants on while talking to Buck and you nearly fall off the bed, trying to reach for your bra on the floor 

“We’ll be there soon!!” He hangs up and lifts you back onto the bed, tossing your bra at you 

“Eddie!” You cup his face and he finally stops running around 

“Maddie’s having her baby”

Your mouth drops open and you fall backward, squealing and kicking 

“Finally!!!” 

You scramble to get ready just as fast as he is. You don’t bother digging through your overnight bag, you just pull on his t-shirt and snatch your pajama shorts from the top of the bag. They’re short, and show off the curves of your ass and just the bottom of your cheeks. Eddie looks at you as you stumble off the bed and you put your hands on your hips, letting his t-shirt fall over them 

“Hey, it’s this or nothing okay! I didn’t exactly expect to be going anywhere in the middle of the night” 

“It’s not “or nothing” but fuck I’m not complaining” he snickers as he picks you up and your mini backpack and heads straight for the truck. 

He opens the driver's side door and just makes you crawl across the seat. He slaps your butt as you’re crawling and you squeak 

“Hey!! That hurts!!” You kick your leg at him and sit carefully in your seat

“That hurts?” He wanted to sound playful but it just came out worried and you pat his arm 

“You’re kinda big, and it’s my first time. Don’t worry about it okay? If it gets too painful I’ll tell you”

He looks at you skeptically but starts the truck anyway and pulls out of the driveway 

“Sure you will” 

You buckle up in the middle seat and cuddle into him, smiling 

“I’ll tell you all about it!! how sore I am from you stretching me so much… how I can still feel you inside me with every step I take..” you wriggle your eyebrows as he shakes his head, ignoring your ass and concentrating on the road 

“If um… if you’re not too tired when we get back?” You bite your lip shyly and that finally gets his attention 

“You sure you’re up for that?” 

“Are you kidding? I finally had you and you think I’m going to be able to stay off it? I’ve been dreaming about this with you” 

He smiles a little, he can feel the blush creeping up his neck 

“Alright Sugar Cube, whatever you want” 

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I love your writing!!! I feel like you would do this so well but if it’s too much I totally get it! I was wondering if you could do a how easy co reacts to a readers crazy ex bf, like restraining order level crazy, maybe past trauma that they never ever talked about before but suddenly the guy is around so it gets brought up? Reader seems terrified and they realize why type of thing. Doesn’t even have to be all reactions either… maybe just winters, Speirs, guarnere, bull, and Liebgott?

Yes of course thank you for your request!! I hope you enjoy it! 💖

Easy co.’s reaction to their s/o having a crazy ex

genre: romance, angst, jealousy?

warnings: Fighting; violence, swearing (reader is gn!)

Description: The easy co. boys reaction to their s/o (you) seeing your crazy ex in public

Taglist: @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl @samwinchesterslostshoe @ronsenthal @sweetxvanixlla (If you want to be on this list, let me know!! :))

BoB masterlist

Dick Winters: You and him would be out downtown, window shopping and enjoying one another’s time. He’s very attentive so I feel like if something was wrong with you he’d notice it immediately. He’d see you constantly fiddling with your hands and glancing away. “What’s wrong honey?” He would ask you before seeing them. Your ex, walking towards you two. He would immediately take the initiative and move you and him away from your ex. Making sure that you never have to worry about coming face to face with him. It’s a very rare moment where he gets very protective over you. When you tell him what happened with you and your ex, he feels furious. He somehow wishes he could have been there for you, to make sure you never got hurt in any way possible. He promises to you that he will never hurt you or let anything happen to you, he swears by it.

Bill Guarnere: I feel like he’s one of those boyfriends who already does some research on your ex/s wayyy before getting in a relationship with you. So when you guys are out and about and he sees him, you don’t have to worry about him not coming up to y’all, because he’s already walking up to him ready to beat the hell out of him. (he’s a whoop-ass and explain later type of guy) I think he gets more emotional than you do. Just because he loves you so much and would hate to see you uncomfortable, especially when he’s around. I also feel like he’d take the “protector” role very seriously in y’all’s relationship so be prepared for that also. He’d spend the rest of the day just making up to you and trying his best to make you feel safe.

Joe Liebgott: You and him would be having a cute little date at the zoo, looking at all the cute animals and enjoying the nice weather, I think both of you are too distracted with one another to notice that there is a weird looking person walking up to y’all very quickly. Joe notices that you look uncomfortable first, and when he sees your ex he finally connects the dots and gets very defensive over you. He kinda has this instinct where he needs to protect you at all costs, like pushing you behind him in case things get out of hand lol. “If you gotta problem, pal, you can tell me” You honestly have to pull Lieb out of a fight no kidding. “do something like that again and see what happens” Is definitely threatening your dumb ass ex. He feels so bad bc he felt like seeing your ex ruined the date, but promises to make it up to you. “I swear darlin’ I’ll never be like them.”

Bull Randleman: He would have taken you out on a beautiful dinner after a long week. Something nice that you and him both deserve, all until you see your ex. In all honesty he would hate to see you scared. Like it makes him so angry, all he wants to do is hold you and tell you everything will be okay. He sees you so nervous and genuinely doesn’t know what’s going on, until he sees you looking at someone who looks a lot like your ex that he’s seen before. He has to mentally talk himself out of going up to your ex, and just “talking” to them. In reaction to all this he just keeps you close and offers for you and him to leave the area if you’d like. “I promise you, sweet thing, you don’t have to worry about them anymore. I’m here now.” He just wants to take you away from the situation and let you pick what you guys do for the rest of the evening. He probably has a one-on-one conversation with your ex while you wait in the car. “Whatever happened in the past, it’s over. Don’t ever look at them again.”

Ronald Speirs: It’s pretty self explanatory on how this guy would act. He doesn’t fly completely off the rails but it’s very obvious he wants to commit crimes on your ex. Like if looks could kill your ex would have been obliterated into the air. And if your ex APPROACHES you?? Oh it’s game on. He really doesn’t have an excuse to be cordial anymore. He goes for the, “Honey, is this guy/gal bothering you? Do I need to do something about it?” He is the most intimidating person ever in this situation. Verbal threats are definitely said from him, clear warnings if anything. Seeing you so nervous and scared sets something scary off inside of him. Like he’s ready to tear anyone apart just to make sure you are safe and sound. If anything you’ll be needing to calm him down for the rest of the night. “If you ever see him/her around here close to you, let me know and i’ll handle it” It’s safe to say that you won’t have to worry about them again lmao.

I hope you all enjoyed!! If you did, make sure and help a writer out by leaving a like or reblog, your words mean the world!! 🧡

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Matchmaking Harringtons 3

Steve was having a great time with Eddie. It was mostly because he was just that amazing. He was funny, hot, cute, and totally into him. A winning combo in Steve's opinion. But it was all due in no small part to the fact that his parents were so supportive. Steve didn't talk about the girls he dated that much (because why would he?) but his folks seemed actively interested in his going with Eddie.

Maybe it was the whole 'serious relationship' thing they were trying to commit him to. Maybe they were overcompensating for not being around much and wanting to also prove they were okay with his preferences. Either way, they always wanted to know how things were going with Eddie.

They'd been going out for a couple of dates at this point and honestly each one was better than the last. They were all typically low-key, with moments that they were able to get alone for a bit of privacy.

"Let's just say the back of his van is very spacey", Steve said into the phone as he paced about his room.

"So...you're still a total slut then?", Robin said from the other end of the line.

"Guys can't be slutty. And it's not being a slut if it's with the same guy."

"So you've?"

Diane was in the middle of bringing up a basket of laundry when she heard her son's conversation in his room. She swore she'd never be the kind of mother that constantly eavesdropped but well, the door was open just a smidge...

"Not, not the full thing, all the way yet. I think he's nervous. Or he can tell I'm nervous? I don't know. I told him I'd never been with a guy before and I thought that might make him, you know, take initiative?"

"Or maybe he's taking things slow because he doesn't wanna scare you off?", Robin suggested.

"That...could be it. But that's kinda why I called. I thought he was moving kinda slow, but guess where he's taking me tomorrow?"

"Steve, is Munson taking you to a hotel?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "No. He's taking me to Le Petit Nuange. That French place a town over?"

Robin gasped. "Sacre bleu! Va-t-il faire une proposition?"

"Robs, please. My extent of French is 'filet mignon'."

"Do you think he's serious? Like trying to meet your parents serious?"

"I don't know? Maybe? It's just weird. Le Petit is just...so not Eddie."

Diane was inclined to agree. A fancy place like that seemed out of character for someone as boisterous and non-conforming as Eddie. He has once brought a bouquet of lilies, despite their dire meaning. 'Screw flower language, these are some damn fine flowers', he had said.

And even if he thought of taking Steve somewhere special, Enzo's was the nicest place in town. Where would he get the idea to go to the next town?

Jonas.

Diane had thought he was being suspicious when he hid Steve's shoes before a date and met Eddie outside to talk. Diane had thought he'd been giving the boy some kind of shovel talk. He must've been giving Eddie advice on where to take Steve instead.

And she could just imagine what he was trying to do - clean Eddie up. Well, if he wanted to go behind her back, then two could play at that game.

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The doorbell rung and Steve answered it. Eddie was there, in a button up shirt with long sleeves that hide his tattoos. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. And he had a bouquet of nice, traditional, red roses.

"They're beautiful", Steve beamed. He took a moment to put the roses in a vase, missing the thumbs up his dad gave Eddie. Diane however, did not miss it.

"Your chariot awaits", Eddie said, giving a sweeping bow and then locking his arm with Steve's. "Have a good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington!", he called back.

As the van roared down the street, Diane enacted her own plan. She had her husband would also be having a date night.

At Le Petit Nuange, Eddie and Steve were being seated and Eddie had never felt more out of place. It was like everyone could tell he didn't belong here. But when he saw Steve smiling from across him, he knew there was no place he'd rather be.

"What made you want to bring me here?", Steve asked.

Jonas had practically cornered Eddie when he had come to pick up Steve, saying he just wanted to talk a little. Eddie was prepared for the whole 'I have a shotgun/shovel and I'm not afraid to use it.'

"Let's talk", he had opened with. "Steve and you have been having fun, right?"

"Uh, yes? I guess?", Eddie said, unsure now.

"Fun's all well and good Eddie. But now's the time to show Steve you're serious. And you are serious? Aren't you, son?"

"Y-yes. Yes, I am, serious like a heart attack."

"Then you've gotta take him some place special. A place like, uh, say Le Petit Nuange", Jonas rubbed at his chin.

Eddie's brows rose up under his fringe. "Le Petit Nuange? That place is-"

"Is upscale. Which is what Steve deserves, isn't it?"

Eddie swallowed. "Yeah, yeah it is."

He looked at Steve's hand, sitting on the table, just asking to be held. Steve deserved all this and more. And Eddie wanted to be the one to give it to him. It was why he took extra shifts and more of his side business to have the dough to take Steve here.

"I just looked up places in the yellow pages and thought you might like it."

"You know, my parents actually come here a lot", Steve pointed out.

"You don't say", Eddie tried to hide his expression by covering his face with the menu. When he got a look at the prices, it did a good job hiding the way his eyes bugged out. Looks like his purse strings would be a little tight after this. But he had prepared for that. Steve was worth it.

He was worth the stiff shirt, the swanky eatery, and even spending more time selling music that was beneath him to the general populace.

"So tell me more about this gig you've got coming up", Steve said.

Eddie's face broke out into a wild smile and he nearly slammed the menu down. "It's gonna be a ride, Stevie." He wasn't shouting, but his volume was a little louder than polite, and he felt eyes on him. He cleared his throat and quieted himself. "I mean I'm excited to rub elbows with other bands. The experience is sure to be enlightening."

Steve gave him an odd look. "Yeah, I hope my parents let me go. Indy isn't far, but I feel like they've been keeping a closer eye on me lately."

The thought of Steve being in a crowd while he played made Eddie wanted to jump for joy. He wanted to tell him come, even if his parents said no. Sneak out for the weekend, what could they do? He was a man now. But he couldn't do that. Not just because he was trying to clean up and having his new boyfriend at a metal venue might ruin that image. It was also because Steve's had nice parents.

There weren't many that could both accept and encourage their queer child.

"You know Steve, your parents-hcck!" Eddie choked on his words as he saw the Harringtons walk right in and get led to a table.

"What about my parents?", Steve asked.

"They're uh, they're um great!", Eddie squeaked, then cleared his throat to get it back to its normal register. "I mean they're great. I can tell they love you very much."

Steve smiled, none the wiser to his folks being seated not too far away. Eddie tried not to look at them, tried to ignore them. But this couldn't be a coincidence.

Jonas was looking around while trying not to look around. "When you said you wanted to go out tonight....I didn't think you meant this place."

"Why not?", Diane questioned. "We're regular patrons. And it's been a while since we went out." They'd been getting plenty of alone time what with Steve dating now, but they usually spent their evenings at home.

Jonas pulled out her chair for her and when he sat down, he used the menu to continue looking around. Diane watched him like a hawk.

Steve didn't know what was going on with Eddie. He looked nice dressed this way, sure. But it didn't feel like him. He felt...smaller somehow. Like he was trying to shrink himself down. Even as they talked, his smiles were restrained, he didn't move his hands as much, and even his voice seemed like it was being held back.

Steve watched as he cut his food, using minimal motions like he was working with glass.

"Eddie, are you okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, course, I'm fine. I uh, I just need to hit the can-uh use the facilities. Please excuse me."

Eddie got up in a haste. He thought he'd be ready for tonight. It was just playing pretend. Potentially for the rest of his life. Maybe having an audience of the parents was what was tripping him up. He got close to the bathroom when a hand tapped his shoulder. He turned to see none of than Mrs. Harrington.

"Don't worry, I know this wasn't your idea", she started right off. "My husband put it in your head. I'll admit, I like the idea of Steve being treated like a prince, but if you clean up too much he'll get confused."

"Right, yeah, gotta strike a balance. Mhm."

"Glad we could talk", she patted his arm. "Go get him, tiger."

Eddie returned to Steve and saw Diane come back to her table not long after. He could see them exchange words, although he couldn't hear what. Then Jonas got up from his seat. He gave Eddie a strange look while making his way to the bathroom. Eddie sighed and excused himself again.

"Now I don't know what my wife might've said to you, but you've got to stay on this path. I can see a real future with you and Steve if you do."

"A real future?"

"I could only give my son to someone who could take care of him. You understand what I mean, don't you?"

Eddie nodded. The kind of man who could take Steve to these places and not have his soul leave his body when he looked at the menu. When Eddie sat back down, he looked at Steve, sitting across from him. It was the kind of view he could get used to.

Somehow, the meddling didn't end there. The Harringtons took turns, getting up to meet with Eddie and each time he had to come up with an excuse.

"I'm gonna check their wine selection."

"I want to make sure the kitchen knows my allergies."

"I'm gonna see if the violinist takes requests."

Finally, Steve stood up with him and grabbed Eddie by the elbow. "Come with me."

Steve took him to the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

"Steve", Eddie gasped, scandalized when his neck started to get kissed.

"You've been antsy all night." Steve's hands went to his hips and began to untuck his shirt.

Instantly, Eddie felt like being released from shackles. Steve's hand roaming under his shirt left him so distracted, he almost didn't hear what he said next.

"Hm?"

"I said, do you wanna get out of here?"

"The bill-", Eddie was cut off when Steve reached behind him and took down his hair, running his fingers through it to free the tresses.

"A little dine and ditch never hurt anyone."

Eddie looked to the window in the bathroom. Just barely big enough to make a getaway. He was halfway out when they heard someone knocking on the door. Eddie was helping Steve out as the handle was shaking. Steve was giggling and it was like a sweet bell to his ears.

They were making their way around the back of the restaurant and towards the van as the manager finally came around with a key.

Diane and Jonas could make out the commotion going on near the bathroom and saw the empty table where two lovebirds should be.

"You knew I made Eddie take Steve here", Jonas confirmed.

"Yes."

"And every time you got up-"

"Was to speak with Eddie. And now they've-"

"-Snuck out the bathroom."

Together they sighed, remembering when they snuck out of stuffy formals to be alone together. And because they wondered if they were doing right by their son.

"We're going to have a long talk when we get home, huh?", Jonas asked his wife.

"Oh yeah."

"Any hope for me?"

"Ask me after dessert."

Part 5

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WHY HER? - SIM JAEYUN (chapter seven)

pairing. idol!jake x fem!fan!reader synopsis. in the most cliche way, jake falls for a fan of his. y/n just has to decide if she’s able to handle being apart of his life.

Y/N felt absolutely sick as she re-read Jake’s text over and over . ‘Be there in 10’ it said but to Y/N, it felt as if an eternity had passed by. When she got dressed she tried to be cute, but ended up feeling a bit self conscious and dressed down. It wasn’t a date- at least she didn’t think it was. They were still getting to know each other, so they were technically hanging out as friends.

Jake did seem like he wanted to take the relationship further— but ultimately both of them were hesitant to take things make that move. They both had a lot to discuss and that was what Y/N was scared of.

A sharp knock on Y/N’s front door snapped the girl out of her thoughts, making her suck in a breath. She was glad she hadn’t eaten earlier because her stomach was churning uncomfortably at the moment. She walked up to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it with the fakest smile she could muster. Her nerves were soon forgotten once she saw his face, still not used to seeing Jake when he wasn’t behind a screen. Even though she had moved on from watching him through fancams to face-timing him, seeing the boy in person was still a shock.

“Hi…Jake!” Y/N greeted, watching as the boy shyly waved. Her smile seemed more like a grimace and Jake could tell.

“I’m sorry we’re going out so late, I just wanted to make sure that we wouldn’t get caught.” Jake apologized.

“You don’t have to be sorry, i’m a night owl anyways so I really don’t mind.” She reassured him, glad she decided to wear a hoodie and sweats after seeing Jake’s outfit resembling hers.

“Are you ready to go then? We can go pick up some snacks before heading over to Han River.” Jake suggested, his ears turning red. He was very nervous himself, unfamiliar with what it was like getting close to a fan. Sometimes he forgot, feeling as if he had known you for years, but when he snapped out of it he felt as if he could be making a mistake.

What if she was playing the long game? Waiting to sabotage him? What if she turned out to be absolutely insane? What if she only appreciated him for his looks?

Jake’s breathing began to pick up and he had to silently remind himself to calm down. If he wanted a girlfriend who wasn’t an idol, he just had to deal with the consequences. He just hoped that the consequences weren’t going to be career threatening.

As the two began to walk, they slowly started to become more comfortable around each other. They were cracking jokes and poking light fun at each other. It was nice- being so close to Jake after only seeing him through the screen for years. There were times where Y/N remembered that Jake was an idol- and she felt weird about hanging out like friends especially since she was a big fan. But she also tried to remember that he was just a human being, and being an idol didn’t make him any different from her. His career path was just wildly different.

“This may sound stupid…but i’m really happy you decided to take a chance with me.” Y/N spoke up, a small smile on her face. Jake turned to her, not being able to hide the smile on his face.

“It is definitely something i’ve never done before- but i’m glad I did. If i’m being honest, I was a bit scared that you were stalker-ish and obsessive. No offense of course but, I’ve dealt with a lot of fans like that so I definitely did something a bit crazy.” Jake admitted when the two of you stopped to enjoy the view. Jake still kept his hood and mask up, scared that someone could be watching from afar.

“Don’t worry, i’m not that crazy.” Y/N mumbled, looking over at Jake to see him raise an eyebrow.

“Oh so you’re only a bit crazy? Damn I guess I lucked out.” Jake teased, laughing when she jokingly hit him on the arm.

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m a total Enhypen fangirl?” Y/N asked, nervously tugging on your hoodie strings. Being around Jake made her feel all kinds of different emotions. But most of all, she was worried about how he viewed her.

“Not really, it’s kinda flattering actually. It’s just nice to know that we’re doing a good job and a bunch of people like our music.” Jake replied, his eyes lingering on Y/N a bit too long. When she met his gaze, he immediately looked away, feeling embarrassed.

“True true, you guys make some pretty good music. And you are my bias too if that flatters you even more…I guess.” Y/N mumbled, noticing the way Jake’s smile widened from the corner of her eye.

“Ahh so you definitely have my face plastered on your wall somewhere.” He giggled, imagining how Y/N’a room would look with a bunch of NCT and Enhypen posters on the wall.

“Do you look at my face before you go to sleep at night?” Jake added on, biting his lip to contain the laugh that threatened to spill at Y/N’s mortified reaction.

“Absolutely not! And you know what I lied you’re not my bias anymore it’s actually Heeseung.” She shrugged, avoiding his gaze or else she would have definitely cracked a smile.

“Mhm, that’s totally why you have my photo card dangling from your bag right now.” Jake said, nodding his head towards the shoulder bag Y/N carried. The girl gasped, looking down at it.

“That’s still on there?!”

(y/n’s photo of jake and reply is under his tweet btw!)

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 16

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"Oh... My... God!"

"Jesus Christ, Lucy. You scared the hell out of me."

"Please tell me this is real. That you are indeed leaving Rúben's place, and wearing yesterday's clothes."

"I’m not wearing yesterday's clothes" I said with a nervous laugh.

"Yes, you are. We left the house together, remember? You are even carrying your bag!"

"I... I... You also are wearing yesterday's clothes."

"I know. Because I had a date with the guy I'm seeing and I spent the night with him. What I did was kind of expected. What you did..."

"I did nothing."

"Oh, you did. Your face is so red right now!" she said with a teasing smile. "C'mon, let's go inside. We have so much catching up to do!"

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"I just can't believe it finally happened! I am so happy for you and Rúben!" Lucy said, hugging me for the millionth time since we sat down to talk. "It was bound to happen, tho. He is your one."

"My what?"

"Your one. The one you are destined to be with. When you meet that person, it feels different to all the other people you've met before. It's like something clicks. I call it the one feeling."

"Well, I don't have much to compare it to."

"I know. But who did you call when you were trapped on the lift and Roger wasn’t answering? Rúben. You didn't call the police or anything like that. Your mind thought of him because you knew you would be safe with him. Because he makes you feel safe. And what did he do? Run here to rescue you, opening the lift with his bare hands! He is like Captain Portugal" Lucy chuckled. "Wait, is that why we watched all those Chris Evans' movies? Because he reminds you of Rúben?"

"Maybe" I shrugged. "But now that you know everything that happened between us, it's time for you to tell me about this secret guy you are seeing. Who is he? Is he the one?" 

"I think he might be..."

"Lucy!" I said, hitting her with a pillow. "You've met someone special and you haven't told me?"

"I know, I know. But it's because... Because he is one of Rúben's teammates and I didn't want to make it awkward until you two fixed things."

"Please tell me he is one of the nice ones. If you tell me that Grealish is your one..."

"Eww, no" Lucy said with a disgusted look, trying not to laugh. "It's Rodri."

"Rodri? That name sounds very familiar..."

"He also is from Spain. We met on the lift when he was going to one of the parties."

"Who wants a dating app when you have that lift, uh? But details, give me details" I said, trying to sound like her. 

"He was coming in and I ran behind him while talking on the phone with my mum. He heard us, asked if I was from Spain, and that started a conversation. We stayed talking for a bit up here, neither of us going where we were supposed to, and then he asked me if I wanted to get a drink, that he wasn't in the mood for partying. I said yes, then we exchanged numbers, and..."

"And when was this?"

"When the parties started. February."

"So you've been seeing him for three months and haven't said a single word?" I said, hitting her again.

"I was doing it for you!" she replied, hitting me back with another pillow. "And you knew that I was seeing someone."

"Ok, fine. That’s true. And I'm sure you've been dying to tell me about it since day one."

"I have, yes" she said with a big smile. "I like him a lot, you know? He is so different from all the other guys I've met... At first he looks a bit boring, but once you start talking with him, you can see that he is funny, intelligent, sweet... He didn't make a weird face when I told him about Julia, which already is huge. And he is hot, like a Spanish version of Rúben. Less muscle, but kind of the same vibes."

"You should see your face right now." 

"I'm smiling like an idiot, am I not?" Lucy said, hiding her face behind her hands.

"You are, yes. It’s cute."

"Well, now you know how you look when you talk about Rúben or when he is around" she laughed. "They seem to be very close friends. Maybe now we can start going on double dates!"

"Step by step, Lucy."

"Oh, c'mon. You just had sex for the first time with Rúben and I know how important that was for you. This is serious!"

"I just... All this is too new for me. And a bit scary, to be honest. I don't want to rush it."

"Have you told him that?"

"I have, yes."

"Good. Communication is key. But having dinner the four of us one day could be nice. As friends who happen to be intimate between them" she said with a cheeky smile.

"I'll think about it."

"Great!" Lucy said, giving me another hug.

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“Wouldn’t it be too much? It is silk. Like, real silk.”

“It is your mother’s 50th birthday and you haven’t seen her in ages. It isn’t too much.”

“I guess…” I said, resting my head on Rúben’s shoulder. Or bicep if we are being accurate. 

“Thank you for helping me pick it, tho. I’m the worst with gifts and all that.”

“You’re welcome” he said, walking out of the lift. “But does this mean that I must get ready to receive the shittiest gifts ever?”

“It’s very likely, yes” I replied with a big smile.

“Then I’ll make you a list with everything I like and want so it is easier” he said, stopping in front of his apartment door and hugging me by the waist.

“So nice of you… Thank you very much” I said, putting my arms around his neck.

“You know me. I am a very nice guy” Rúben said, pulling me closer to him.

“Very, very nice…”

“Mami! They are kissing!” Julia screamed.

“Fucking hell” I said to Rúben’s chest.

“Mami, they were kissing!” Julia repeated, this time a bit lower. “Are they boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“I don’t know. You ask them” Lucy said from our apartment’s door.

“Are you boyfriend and girlfriend? Like Anna and Kristoff?”

“We...” I muttered.

“We are. Just like Anna and Kristoff” Rúben said.

“Yay!” Julia screamed, coming to hug us both.

“Are we?” I whispered so she wouldn’t hear us.

“I want you to be my girlfriend. I expected to ask you on a more romantic way but…”

“Yes.”

“Yes to being my girlfriend?” Rúben asked with a big smile, Julia still hugging our legs.

“Yes to being your girlfriend” I replied with a matching smile.

[nvuy]

your writing style is a dream of mine, and the pacing & humor in your fics are some of the many reasons i decided to follow you !

i'm trying to write fanfics myself & potentially even run a writing blog! could you share a few writing tips?

you are so cute.

i’ll let you in on a secret: i started actually publishing my fics in 2020, but i since abandoned them because they’re embarrassing. however, here’s one as a starting point. i look back at it and cringe A LOT, but it was my foot in the door, and 15 year old me was very proud of it, so i didn’t want to straight up delete it.

i didn’t start out on tumblr because i get nervous being forced to interact with people because im a pretty abrupt person and i talk about the things that i like too much and im aware that can scare people away. it was about halfway thru writing old habits before i actually posted something. that was this and i posted it because i knew what little audience i had knew ME because i wrote a scaramouche fic. so. scaramouche content.

and because of the tumblr tagging system, people saw it, they liked it, and some people wanted more.

i then interacted with other writers slowly even though i was scared and frankly still am. you dont have to go around asking to be moots or spamming hearts left and right and putting their dicks in ur mouth, but being nice and having a scope around on what other people do on here helped me develop this ugly little blog i have.

i got really into hsr so i write a lot of hsr. i get a lot of people that ask if i could write more genshin impact, and i could, but at the end of the day, it’s my blog, and if i dont want to, i dont have to. i lost interest, so i dont really have to care about it, nor pay it any mind. do i still write it? sure! rarely, but i do. i don’t play wuwa anymore, but im down to write a piece or two if i get an idea, etc etc.

another thing is: don’t write in the hopes that you’ll post it on tumblr. same way i don’t think artists should draw just for the sake of posting. i have so much shit laying on various docs that won’t even be shown on this site, because it doesn’t need to be here. not because it’s bad, or it’s weird, but because i don’t have to post it, because it’s my blog.

the thing is you just be yourself and write whatever the fuck you want. i write horror & weird shit; my audience is probably well aware of that by now, and im not really worried to post anything super weird because its sort of what’s expected of me.

i know horror and romantic cannibalism connotations and yanderes and unsubtle sexy threats is not everyone’s thing, and that’s ok! they don’t have to like what i put out, and i don’t worry about it, because people who like your shit will interact, and people who don’t will not. and people that don’t like ur shit and still interact are losers. hit the block button & move on.

someone is always bound to like your works.

i guess the ‘funny’ comes from the fact that i try to write dialogue how real people would speak. in fictional context, someone like kaedehara kazuha could wax poetry for three hours without stuttering in game, but realistically, nobody can probably do that without pauses, stammers, messing up words, etc. so i try to incorporate a sense of realism into everything, even if it’s a fanfiction in a world where a small boy in white tights is a god and everyone gets tiny little orbs that give them magical elemental powers.

i remember that even though these characters are fictional, i write them as though they could potentially be real people that do things real people do: fidget, stutter, blush, try and be funny and fail, they have problems large or small, etc. you have to mould your personality and writing style to make these characters alive on what you put out—childe seems like a great husband on paper, but is he all that good when he has unchecked mental health problems and has violent outbursts and desires? think about it.

another thing: don’t doubt your skill and prowess, especially in comparing yourself to posts with like 10000+ notes. most of them are note farming bullshit anyway—and a lot of the reader community is more likely to click on porn fics than normal fics. its why the popular posts on the x reader tags are usually porn. it’s half the reason why confiteor is infinitely more popular that old habits when im pretty sure scaramouche is a bigger character on the popularity charts.

strictly nsfw blogs that people make i can guarantee you are a lot more popular than their main blogs.

which brings me to: dont hop on trends. don’t do it. youll burn yourself out. just write what you want. fuck everyone. do whatever the fuck you want. if porn is popular but you’re extremely sex-repulsed or not comfortable, don’t write it. dont write to please people; it’s your blog and your time you’re putting into to do what YOU like, and you’re sharing your work for FREE on a public platform. a lot of people can’t do that. there’s people that follow my blog that openly admit they don’t like yandere/horror/whatever content. am i going to change what i post because of these people? no. not my problem. don’t care. i don’t exist to please everyone, and neither do you. stick to what you like.

don’t write for fandoms you don’t give a shit about just because they’re popular. even if what you like has a small, non-existent fan base, i promise you’ll enjoy writing for that more than something that you’re creating for clicks. notes are nice, but again, you don’t have to post everything you create. half the joy in writing is rediscovering old shit you don’t remember writing for a fandom you actually like. it’s like a reward.

[daytaker]

Hungry For You

Beelzebub is learning that there are more dimensions to gluttony than a hunger for food.

(It's not as exciting as the title and description would lead you to believe. Only wholesome Beel here, I'm afraid.)

Ship: Beelzebub x Reader Word Count: 666 (smirk) Cross-Posted with AO3

I’m not very complicated. I’m just hungry most of the time.

My brothers are more complex. Lucifer and Satan for sure, but also Levi and Asmo and Belphie… Even Mammon’s got more to him than meets the eye. Not me though. I’m just hungry.

I’m always hungry, you know? Always. It used to scare me when I first became a demon, because it felt like I’d gorge myself until I died. Or like I’d starve no matter how much I ate. Or like I’d go crazy from how hungry I felt and accidentally hurt someone.

I got used to it after a while. I never actually ate anybody.

I try to be honest most of the time. It’s easier than hiding things. So it isn’t a big secret that I like you a lot.

You’re always nice to me, even though I’m kind of boring and not all that smart. You listened to me when I talked about Belphie and Lilith. You share your food with me. You smile at me and you give nice hugs. I’m not very complicated. So that’s enough for me to like you a lot.

I’m not the only one who likes you. Belphie does too. He didn’t used to smile as much as he does now that you’re here. And Mammon follows you around like a golden retriever. Even Lucifer seems a little less tense when you’re around.

I like that about you too. I’m not a really complicated person, but I love my brothers. I like how happy you make them.

I’m glad I’m strong and tall, because you’re so small and squishy. You seem like you’d break really easily. I’d like to protect you, I think. But I haven’t really gotten to do that. Instead, you protected me and Luke during the situation with the Grimoire. I still can’t believe you did that…

I was a little mad at you for that, actually. I never wanted somebody to get hurt because of me. I don’t think Lucifer would have killed me if you’d just grabbed Luke and gotten somewhere safe. And I wouldn’t have felt like you let me down or you didn’t care about me or anything if you did that. It wouldn’t be a betrayal for a human to run away in a situation like that. It’s natural to want to keep yourself safe. So why didn’t you? I wouldn’t have been upset with you, you know. If Diavolo hadn’t shown up when he did, then… I mean, if anything went wrong, really. I keep wondering… what if you died? 

I think I’d end up feeling hungry forever. 

Not hungry for food. Hungry for… I don’t know. It’s softer than when I’m hungry for food, and it’s not as desperate, so I feel like I have more control over myself. But it’s still a new sort of hunger, and it’s still pretty strong, and it makes me a little uneasy.

Does it sound too weird if I say I feel hungry for you?

I don’t mean anything strange by it. It’s not like I actually want to eat you. It’s more like… I feel like something inside me wants to hold onto something inside you, forever. I think if you were gone, I’d miss you too much, and there’d be something empty in me that ached. That’s what I mean by feeling hungry for you. And it makes me nervous. It’s the same sort of anxiety I used to feel when I was new to the Devildom, and I worried that I’d starve. I wonder, if you were gone, and I couldn’t stop feeling hungry for you, what would happen? Would I die? Or would I go crazy? It’s scary.

I try not to think about that too much. It’s okay as long as you’re around. That fills me up okay. Not as much as when you hold my hand, though. Or when you hug me.

Did you know you smell like dessert? It’s really nice.

[phoenix-manga]

Yuu No. 83 Birthday Vignette

"A party? For me...? Oh, how nice of you. Oh, but make sure Shin and Ghidorah don't fight over the cake, okay?" - Yuu No. 83

NRC School Newspaper A Birthday Interview with Yuu No. 83

Grimm: First off, henchman. I, the Great Grimm, would like to wish you a happy birthday!

Yuu No. 83: Thanks, Grimm.

Grimm: Now, onto the questions! Firstly, I would like to know how you found something like Shin and Ghidorah, and why do they look so weird?

Yuu No. 83: Ah... They're a special kind of organism. Something ancient, yet new. Like an endangered species, yeah? Doesn't this world have all sorts of magical beasts?

Grimm: Is that so? Sounds fishy...

Yuu No. 83: *nervous chuckle* I'm sure you're much more iconic than any magical best, Grimm.

Grimm: Fufu~! Yeah, I am! Not even a dragon can be more popular than the Great Grimm!

Yuu No. 83: But Shin beats you in being the cutest *smirk*

Grimm: Wha-! Hey! I'm much cuter than that chihuahua thing anyday! You just have a bad eye for cuteness...

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Grimm: Next, what is up with your name, Yuu? And why is your last name 83? It sounds very weird to have a number for a last name...

Yuu No. 83: Oh, you probably didn't know...

But "Yuu" is the nickname everyone in NRC decided to give me because they couldn't remember my number ID.

Grimm: How hard could it be to remember 83?

Yuu No. 83: It's actually 083-116...

Grimm: Funya!? That's it?! No real name or anything!?

Yuu No. 83: Let's just say... I grew up somewhere militaristic. There were a lot of "kids" in that facility- I mean, "boarding house".

They couldn't give all of us names so they used numbers to be more orderly... But I do agree that it seems out of place.

Grimm: How many were you all living in that place?

Yuu No. 83: Umm... about a thousand.

Grimm: Aren't you cramped in there?!

Yuu No. 83: It was a really big "boarding house", okay? So, can we drop the subject and move onto the next question... please.

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Grimm: What's your favorite food?

Yuu No. 83: Noodles! I love the broth, the toppings and I love the variety. I am a huge fan of beef noodles!

It's so good to eat on a cold day or when you get sick.

Grimm: Noodles aren't that full of meat though, if it were me, I would want a big juicy steak!

Wait... now that I think about it what do Shin and Ghidorah eat?

Yuu No. 83: Well... Shin eats mostly anything, sweets, meat, and fruits. But he likes raw meat the most. It's quite hard to stock up, especially when I'm not that good at hunting...

And I don't want to impose on Rook even if he was offering to help.

As for Ghidorah... he eats minerals. He doesn't eat anything else other than that. I tried but they all end up being thrown away... or at me. *scowls at Ghidorah*

Grimm: I can understand, rocks taste good too if you pick the right ones!

Yuu No. 83: ...

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Grimm: By the way... what's with that pink little box that you always carry in your pocket?

Yuu No. 83: It's my taser.

Grimm: What's it for?

Yuu No. 83: It's for self defense. Just a press of the button and... ZAP! They get stunned long enough for me to counterattack or run away. Useful, isn't it?

Grimm: You must be paranoid or something... Do you really need something that severe?

Yuu No. 83: This thing is the only thing keeping us away from being squeezed by Floyd.

Grimm: Good point...

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Grimm: Look at all the gifts! Which ones do you like best, Yuu?

Yuu No. 83: Professor Crewel gave me these custom harnesses to carry Shin and Ghidorah around. It doesn't lessen the weight, but at least I have both my hands unoccupied!

Though, Shin is the only one I bring around campus. Ghidorah is too heavy to carry on my side. I have to hold him in the front.

His weight makes my back sore...

Grimm: He is bigger than Shin.

Yuu No. 83: Then Vil gave me this ring that was modeld after his crown. I don't wear much jewelry, but I like the simple yet elegant design of the ring.

Grimm: I bet it's worth a lot of madols!

Yuu No. 83: It probably is... And I feel so scared to acidentally scratch it.

Grimm: What's this one?

Yuu No. 83: Oh, that's the last of my favorites. Deuce actually took me to a place where we can spin gacha machines.

I spent a good chunk of my savings to get a bunch of cute and tiny figurines, hehe!

Grimm: You seem oddly fixated on those things. You don't even use them for anything.

Yuu No. 83: Hey, it's just a hoard, okay? I don't judge you for stuffing mountains of tuna cans under the bed.

Grimm: Urk! Anyway... happy birthday once again, Yuu. This concludes the interview from yours truly, the Great Grimm!