#just had this thought while drawing and had to get it out

[steddieprompts]

Steddie; 1925 words; friends to lovers; belated valentine's day.

Eddie paced into his room and then back out into the hallway. Turned. Paced back into his room. Cracked the knuckles on his right hand. Turned. Paced back out into the hallway.

It was a good thing Wayne was at work or else he would make some remark about Eddie pacing a hole into the hallway floor.

He turned into the kitchen, grabbed the honeycombs out of the cabinet and shoved his hand in the box, scooping out a handful before returning to the hallway. Into his room. Eat a few honeycombs. Turn. Back out into the hallway. Eat a few more. Turn. Back into his room. Eat the rest of the honeycombs.

His eyes landed on a notebook on his desk.

Mrs. Laski, his fifth grade English teacher, had told him to write when he couldn’t figure out what else to do.  He had a suspicion it was just her way of keeping him in his seat and quiet but that didn’t matter right now.

He didn’t know what to do, and there was a notebook.

He plopped himself down at his desk and flipped open the notebook, turning pages until he found one that didn’t already have notes and drawings scribbled all over them.

2/10/88

I’m gonna kill Jefferson.

Eddie sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for a second before putting pen to paper again.

Why would he say I’m in love with Steve?  He talks about Kevin from his ridiculous band camp way more than he talks about Barb and he and Bard are dating!  Just because I talk about Steve every once in a while…

Just, where does he get off pointing it out?

Eddie bit his lip tapping his pen against the notebook probably about as fast a hummingbirds wings, his knee doing its best to keep up under the desk.

I don’t even… I’m not looking for a relationship. Haven’t even thought about it.

But now, dear Jeffery has gone and put this idea in my head and it’s growing like cancer. It’s probably going to start dripping out of my ears all soft and mushy.

Steve Harrington.

<3 <3

The problem – the fucking annoying, needling, migraine inducing problem – is that he’s right.  As soon as he said it, I knew. Why didn’t I know before?

Eddie dropped his head to his desk and let out a tortured groan.  This morning, he was the same Eddie Munson he had been for years… well, ever since he survived a trip to an alternate dimension with 20% more scare tissue than he had before.  He was fine this morning and then Jeff had to open his mouth after the campaign.  Eddie had harmlessly mentioned that Steve applied for a job at the fitness place opening up across town and Jeff came back with, “Does Steve know how much you love him?”

Eddie was pretty sure he meant it as a joke… was 75% sure.  But it put the idea in his head and now…

Eddie picked up his head and wrote with so much force that it probably made a dent in the next five pages:

I’m in love with Steve Goddamn Harrington.

Eddie stared at the words… ran a finger over them, the ink smudging a little, feeling the indents of the letters; smiled a little.  He skipped a line and kept writing:

I’ve never considered what being in love would be like.  Never really been interested enough.  Now that I think about it though, I think I’ve loved Steve for a long time.  I mean, he saved my life… so that definitely has something to do with it…

But at the same time, that’s not it at all.

Steve is…

Eddie looked around his room.  On his nightstand was a baseball that Steve had brought over one day and just left there.  Whenever Steve visits he picks the ball up, lays back on Eddie’s bed and tosses the ball up and down, up and down, never once missing a catch and hitting himself in the face like Eddie is pretty sure would happen to him if he tried it.

His eyes drifted over to his closet, where one of Steve’s swim team shirts hangs on a hook.  He loaned it to Eddie one day when they were swimming and he just… never gave it back.

He knows that under his bed is a box of Steve’s personal stuff.  He brought it over one night when he thought his parents were going to kick him out and Eddie promised he could always stay with him and Wayne if he needed.  Steve didn’t stay more than two days, but the box never left.  Steve said he felt better leaving it with Eddie.  Eddie respected Steve enough to never snoop around in it.

Steve is kind.  He’s too kind sometimes and it makes me wonder how he survived his parents; survived all that shit that happened in ’84, ’85, ’86.  Sometimes I can see it in his eyes.  When he thinks no one is looking he gets this thousand-yard stare and I know he’s somewhere else, hearing echoes and seeing ghosts.

And he’s so strong.  He’s told me about the nightmares, the things that happened to him, and how much he longs to get the hell away from this shit-hole town. But not until the kids are gone.  Not until Robin and Nancy are settled somewhere far away from here.  Not until he knows that everyone is safe. I asked him when that would be, and I swear I saw his spine bend further under the pressure of it all. When is anyone ever safe?

Eddie’s eyes drifted to the corner of his desk.  Tucked under another notebook was a newspaper ad for a car dealership, where Eddie knew Steve had circled the truck he ended up buying.  Eddie asked if he was turning into some kind of country boy.  Steve shrugged and said, “It’ll come in handy when Robin goes to college after her gap year.”

Eddie also knew there was an aborted half circle around a used RV.  He knew Steve wanted to travel, to see something outside of Hawkins. To do something normal and distracting and fun.  Go somewhere he could relax and not worry.  Eddie was accosted with a memory of himself and Steve, parked in the van on the side of a backroad, looking out into a freshly cut wheatfield as the sun set. The orange and red coloring the side of Steve’s face as a soft breeze carried the last traces of summer warmth into the back of the van and Steve closed his eyes against it.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

I think I love Steve because… Because he’s like Aragorn. It sounds corny and stupid but… Aragorn does everything for the people he loves. Only becomes king because he knows that others might use the same power for evil. Carries the horrors of war with him but doesn’t lean on anyone that can’t hold his weight. And Steve does that.  He loves fiercely but in a way that can only be seen if you’re looking for it.  He’s loyal to his friends. He carries so much weight for the ones he loves.

And I think I’ve realized, though I’ve known in the back of my head for a while, that I always want to be by his side, to hold him up if he needs me.  Because I know he would do the same.

Someone knocking at the door startled Eddie out of his thoughts.  He dropped the pen on the notebook and hopped up out of the chair.

He hardly had time to process the fact that it was Steve on the other side of the door before he spoke.

“I got the job.”

It took Eddie a minute to process but when his mind caught up he threw his fists in the air before launching himself out of the door and wrapping his arms around Steve, the force of his hug knocking Steve back a step.

“Jesus,” He heard Steve chuckle before he turned his head an planted a comedically loud kiss to the side of Steve’s face.

“Dude!” Steve groaned, shoving him away but not losing the stupid grin as he wiped at the side of his face.

“Come on, Steve-o, let’s celebrate.” Eddie grinned, pulling Steve into the trailer and Steve let himself be pulled.

Eddie bounced down the hall into his bedroom, pulling his lunchbox off its shelf in the closet.

“Munson, they’re gonna drug test me tomorrow.”  Steve said from the doorway of Eddie’s room where he was pulling off his Family Video vest.

“God, you’re not even getting a paycheck yet and already they’re ruining your fun.”  Eddie groaned, putting the lunchbox back where he got it.  Steve threw the vest on Eddie’s bed before picking up the baseball.  “Can you drink?  Or will they sense the debauchery in your urine?”

“Uhg, why’d you have to use that word?”

“What, debauchery?’”

“No, ‘urine.’”

Eddie cackled.  “Should I have said piss?”  He rounded the bed and headed for the hallway.  “Fluids? Excretions?”

“You’re disgusting!” Steve shouted at him as he made his way to the kitchen.

Eddie smiled to himself as he opened the fridge, pulling out four beers before grabbing the cheese puffs out of the cabinet.

“It’s too bad it’s a Tuesday or we could go to the hideout and weasel free drinks out of Linda. You know she can’t resist…”  Eddie stopped dead in the doorway because there, sitting at his desk, was Steve, notebook in hand, eyes on the page.

“Shit,” involuntarily left Eddie’s mouth as he almost dropped one of the beers.  Steve didn’t look up, didn’t even move, just kept reading.

Eddie threw the beers and puffs on the bed before taking a couple of stuttering steps towards Steve.

“Stevie? Uh, that’s…” That’s what? What could he possibly say right now that would explain the words on the page as anything but what they were.  “I can…”

Steve held up a finger and Eddie froze, stopped talking because what else could he do?  He watched as Steve’s eyes moved line by line down the page, finger held up with the ball still in his hand like some sort of sports wizard casting a spell on Eddie to keep him silent and still.

He reached the end. Put the notebook down. Dropped his hand. And finally turned to Eddie.

“Do you mean it?  All of that?”  Steve asked, eyes locked on Eddie’s.

“Yeah. All of it.” Eddie replied past the lump in his throat.

Eddie watched as Steve slowly got up from the chair, placing the ball on the desk before taking the one step that placed him squarely in front of Eddie.

“You know, Valentine’s day is coming up, and I know it’s not your favorite holiday but uh…”  Steve slipped his hands into Eddie’s “Would you like to spend it with me?”

Eddie smiled, leaning into Steve’s gravity. “Only if you buy me one of those cheesy, drug-store teddy bears.”

“Deal.”  Steve grinned back before he was pulling Eddie’s hands, tilting his head just so and murmuring “I love you, too” before sealing his confession against Eddie’s lips.

When they broke apart Eddie squinted at him.  “I can’t believe you snooped in my personal writings.”

“I can’t believe you needed Jeff to tell you that you loved me.”

“I take it back, I’m not going out with you.”  Eddie grumbled.

“Yeah, right.” Steve laughed before kissing Eddie again.

[fizzing-imagines]

Take Me To Church | Eddie Munson x Pastors Daughter! Reader

Notes: I have noticed that Christian girls are either incredibly sexualised or incredibly rude in most fics. So I'm here to feed you another version. Enjoy! 🤍

Words: 7.5k

Warnings: None, pure fluff!

Eddie never attended church. In fact, he avoided it like the plague. But there was one day a year he went: When Wayne made him go on Christmas Eve. He said it's "Part of Christmas, and the reason why you get a present in the first place.", so Eddie couldn't argue about that with his uncle. So he sat in the pew, surrounded by hundreds of strangers who all probably felt the same as Wayne. And the situation gave him a little laugh when he saw Gareth in the pew behind him, all dapper in a suit his mother made him wear.

He did have another feeling besides some fun; Adoration.

Eddie first saw you when you stood behind the podium to read the story of how Mary got pregnant and Jesus was born. You wore a white veil over half your hair, that just made your (Y/H/C) locks look even more beautiful. A small blush played on your cheeks, which made your (Y/E/C) eyes stand out more. For the first time, Eddie actually listened while sitting in church. He was so fascinated by your voice, he'd listen to you all day even if you were just reading from the Bible. And when you stepped down from the podium, your red, long skirt did a small bounce with every step you took. How has he never noticed you before? You must be around his age, and Hawkins High was the only school in town.

His eyes kept wandering over to you, watching how you sat next to the preacher with a woman that looked an awful lot like you. Is that your mother?

He heard your angelic voice again when you made the announcements at the end. Again, he listened closely to your beautiful voice, even if the information given didn't matter to him. He left church happy, for the very first time. And with actually knowing the story of Jesus for the first time in his life.

When everyone returned to school after the holidays, Eddie kept an eye out for you. It only took him until his third period to see you walking into his world class. How has he never noticed you before? Sure, you dressed pretty modest and not in a way that would draw attention. But your face. How could he never see your beautiful face? Now that you had your hair up in a ponytail, he could see your pretty features even better. And he knew it had to be you when he saw the gold cross charm hanging on your necklace.

He had to admit to himself that he had an immediate crush on a church girl. Out of all people.

But how would be talk to you? There is no way that you'd actually wanna hang out with him. But faith, or maybe even God himself, played into his hands that day when the teacher announced a partner project. She put teams together by drawing names from a bowl.

"Edward Munson and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You looked up in an attempt to find Edward. You've never heard his name before, but quickly saw him when he gave you a small wave. Once you two pushed your tables and chairs together, the teacher announced the assignment: a presentation about a historical figure from any country and time. That sounds fun!

Everyone in class started chatting, and so did you. "Do you have an idea?" Honestly, Edward looked a bit lost. "So, I was thinking maybe Amelia Earhart or Harriet Tubman. Unless you have any ideas, of course." You are so nice and chirpy, Eddie thought. How adorable.

"I know embarrassingly little about historical figures.", he admitted. But despite that confession, you still smiled. "That's okay, we all have our interests. I really enjoy reading about women in history, so I can give you some suggestion and we can choose together." How were you so kind? It amazed him.

You took your notebook out and wrote down a few names, then turned it to show him. With a lot of patients, you gave him a quick rundown of every woman in history you could report about. From Joan D'Arc, to Queen Elizabeth I, all the way to Anne Frank. He appreciated your patience, and getting to listen to your sweet voice was a nice bonus. In the end, the two of you agreed on Mary, Queen of Scots.

"I have a few books on her, maybe you can come over after school?", you suggested in a chirpy tone. How are you so nice? "Just, uhm...maybe see what you wear. I think it's up to you to wear what makes you happy, but my dad is a pastor, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Eddie looked down at his Hellfire Shirt and the pins in his jean jacket. "I'll find something else, I think.", he said with a slight grin. How adorable was it that you warned him. "But he'll like your ring.", you said with a giggle while pointing at the thick, cross-with-skulls ring Eddie had on his pointer. "Oh yeah?", he said with laughter laced in his voice. "You like it, too?" You giggled at that. "I think I do." You leaned foward a bit. "Yeah, it's pretty!"

When he left class that day, he's never felt happier. He didn't know projects could actually be fun. You two agreed to meet the next evening at your house for the project and dinner. Eddie truly has never been more excited to eat at somebody elses home.

"Good evening.", he greeted the woman that opened the door. It was the same woman who sat next to you in church, so he figured that she was your mother. He didn't notice her pregnant belly last time, but now he did. "Good evening, you must be Eddie." Her voice was just as calming and relaxed as yours. Now he knew where you got it from. "Yeah, I'm here to do the project with (Y/N)." She nodded and hurried him inside before giving him a pair of single-use slippers.

"Honey, your friend is here!", your mother yelled upstairs. He heard some footsteps coming downstairs at a quick pace, then you stood before him. "Hey Eddie.", you chirped. "Dinner's ready in 30 minutes, show him around in the meantime.", your mother advised before walking back in the kitchen. You nodded and started showing him around. The living room was massive, and he was a bit confused once he saw 12 chairs at the large dining room table. It all made sense when he saw pictures upon pictures of your family hanging next to the stairs. "You have a lot of siblings.", Eddie commented while taking a look. Since this was a pretty normal reaction, you giggled a bit. "I have 11 siblings, and mum is having number 12 soon." He actually stopped in his tracks. In some way, he assumed there were a few uncles and aunts in the family pictures. Those were all your siblings?! And you saw his surprised face, so you took a picture down and sat on the stairs with him. It was one you took at your youngest brothers baptism last year. "So the baby is Isaiah. He's a bit over a year old right now." And that's how he learned all your siblings names, ages and that three of your eldest brothers and sisters stayed in Arkansas which he also now knew you were originally from. "Oh, I'm sorry, I tend to be a chatterbox. I didn't ask, do you have siblings?" He barely recovered from the infodumping, which made him fumble over his words a bit until he found then again. "No, I'm an only-child.", he mumbled while scratching his neck in embarrassment. "I live with my uncle." To you, that was fascinating. You never heard about that. "Is it nice?", you kept asking curiously. He huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, Wayne is cool.", he simply said. It didn't seem like he wanted to talk about his family much, so you let it be. "I'll show you my room!", you said excitedly while getting up. He was infatuated by how excited you were about everything. How can a person be this happy all the time? And why did it make him happy to simply be in your presence, aside from your beauty?

Your room was very prim and proper. What stood out were the multiple crosses in various sizes, styles and colours hanging above your bed. "You're very religious, aren't you?", he joked. "Can you tell?", you giggled. He had another look around and saw your overstuffed bookshelf. "That are the books I told you about." With ease, you pulled out three books. "We'll need those later.", you mumbled while putting them on your desk. "Oh, I'm assuming we'll do the project in the dining room because I can't have boys in my room for too long." He may have judged a bit with any other girl, but when you said it, it was adorable. When you looked over at him, there was this dreamy look on his face. Eddie looked...really cute like this. It made your stomach feel a bit tingly.

"Dinner's ready!", you two heard from downstairs. That snapped you out of your funny feeling, and you walked downstairs with Eddie. He could smell the food already, and honestly didn't know how hungry he was until that moment. And then, his stomach audibly grumbled once you two sat down next to each other. All of your siblings living in the house either came running along or were carried by another family member to be put in their high chair. He noticed that your father wasn't there, but he might just be caught up at work. Although he was still glad he picked an AD/DC shirt, since your mother was just as Christian.

Overall, it was unusual to Eddie, from the harmony going on to the sheer amount of people in this house. It really didn't look that big on the outside, where were all these rooms?

"We pray before we eat.", you whispered to him while taking his hand and that of your sibling sitting on your right. Even though it was just for praying, he loved holding your hand. And then it happened; his crush on you was settled.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about that day. You were so sweet to him, although you had every reason to be mean like the basketball guys. And now, whenever you walked into class, you gave him a wide smile. Except today, where you walked up to him. "Hey, do you wanna eat lunch together? My mum packed me some extra." He loved the food your mother cooked last time, how could he say no?

You two sat at a table, seperate from both your usual peer groups. "Some Mac n' Cheese and home-made bread with home-made butter.", you said with your signature smile while sliding the two plastic containers over to him. "Does she always cook from scratch?", he asked while opening the food. You nodded as you picked up a fork-full of mac n' cheese. "Pretty much. I don't really remember not seeing her do it herself, except when I got a new sibling. Then the oldest usually orders takeout, so our parents don't know." The way you giggled as this, like it was the worst thing you could think of doing behind your parents back, was adorable. You're so innocent and pure, the complete opposite of him. "So you get to order takeout with this baby?", he asked after swallowing a bite from the bread and butter. Again, you giggled and squealed a bit. "I do! I'm so excited!" Eddie couldn't help but laugh at your adorable antics. "I'm going to get pizza for everyone, I love pizza." Honestly, he'd get this excited over pizza, too. All this excitement made you a bit irrational - you've been thinking a lot about why being with Eddie made your stomach tingle. It just didn't make sense, what would make you feel so funny? "Do you maybe wanna come over for dinner again? Even without the project?"

"I would like that.", he replied. "Promise I put on my most Christian clothes." You looked down at the shirt he was wearing, which read 'Black Sabbath' in bold letters. "Yeah, my dad might think it's a bit...controversial.", you agreed. It still surprised him that it didn't bother you enough to a point where you'd eat lunch with him. "Maybe tomorrow? If that's fine with you."

It was more than fine with him. He may even had a little skip in his step when he walked up to your house the next night. It was a bit more chaotic this time, with some toys laying in the front yard. Your father opened the door for him this time, but he gave you just as much of an inviting smile as your mother did last time. "You must be Munson's kid.", he said while making space for him in the doorway. How did he know him? "I am, sir.", Eddie replied before stepping in. It didn't take long for him to hear squealing kids and laughter from every corner. "(Y/N) is in the living room, I assume you know the way."

The second he turned the corner, Eddie saw you with a child on your hip. You looked beautiful like this. "Hi Eddie!", you said in a happy tone. "Look Isaiah, Eddie's back!" Against his expectations, the toddler grinned when he saw him. "I'm glad you're here. Mum's not feeling well, so dad is making dinner tonight and I'm helping with the young ones. I hope you don't mind." He shook his head no before looking around and seeing all the toys laying around. "I don't mind kids.", he stated while you two sat down on the couch. At least he wanted to, until a loud "BAA!" came from underneath his butt. Eddie jumped up to see the stuffed lamb he accidentally sat down on. Both you and your brother giggled. "Sorry, that's Isaiahs.", you giggled while taking it away. Reluctantly, he sat back down on the couch while watching you tickle your brothers nose with the lamb. It was adorable to witness.

"What's with Christians and lambs?", he blurted out. He saw so many lambs in your house and whenever he drove by church. Especially during Easter time. But that question made you happy, you loved talking about your religion!

"John the Baptist called him the lamb of God, because he came down to die for our sins. Kinda like a sacrificial offering." Eddie didn't even know who John the Baptist was, but he was just happy to see you talk in such a chirpy tone. He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts my your siblings running downstairs while screaming.

"Hey, turn it down! Mum is sleeping!", you scolded the three kids. Even while telling them off, your voice remained soft. "I wanna see mommy!", the girl said with a pout. "I know Hannah, but she's exhausted from growing another baby.", you explained to her. She waddled over and sat down next to Eddie with a curious look. "You're back.", she said with big doe eyes looking up at him. "Why do you have hair like a girl? Do you wanna be a girl?" Her tiny hands reached out to touch his hair, but you leaned over to scold her again. "Hannah, we don't judge people. That makes God unhappy." Now he knew why you haven't judged him once. "We talked about this."

Hannah grumbled and crossed her arms before her chest before walking off with a huff.

"She's quite the character.", Eddie chuckled. Honestly, he loved getting to know your family better. There wasn't much chance for it last time. "I love her to pieces, but she's in an exhausting phase right now." At least Isaiah was contempt in your arms with his stuffed animal. "Makes me question if I actually want that many kids, honestly."

"Do you want that many?", Eddie asked, a bit shocked. You giggled at his surprised expression. "Not 13. Maybe 5 or 6." That was still a lot, although less than half of what your mother went through. "Do you wanna have kids?" He sighted and leaned back against the couch. "I don't know...maybe. I don't have much experience with babies." You bit the inside of your cheek while watching him. Why did his eyes show some sort of fear. "Here, hold him.", you said. Eddie couldn't even protest before you plopped your baby brother into his arms. "That's your experience, congratulations." Isaiah looked up at Eddie and cooed before leaning against his chest. It was adorable, honestly. "How does it feel?" Instinctively, he started stroking your little brothers head with one hand while the other one was on his back to avoid an accident. "You're witty.", he said with a grin. "It's not so bad."

"Even a Hannah has her good moments.", you said. "I'm not trying to convince you or anything, but I'm just saying that kids can be a blessing." Did you actually try not to convince him? Why was it so important to you that he wanted kids? And why did you feel so warm inside when you saw Eddie with your little brother?

While you were starring at the floor while stuck in your head, he got to see that beautiful expression on you. With your eyebrows a bit knitted and part of your tongue sticking out while thinking. Did you always do that? Did he just never notice before? How adorable.

"Dinner's ready!", your father yelled from the dining room. Eddie got up with you, brother in arm, and walked right behind you.

"That's not what I usually listen to.", Eddie said in a chuckled tone while looking through your vinyl collection. It mostly consisted of Keith Green, Petra and 2nd Chapter of Acts. "What do you listen to?", you asked curiously while standing behind him. From his shirts, you knew a bit but not everything. He turned around to face you, and accidentally very closely so. Did he always smell this good? Did you always look this cute?

"Oh, uhm...", he started stuttering. "Like, uh...Metallica, for example. Or Iron Maiden, and Aerosmith." You listened, and looked fascinated while doing so. Considering your family and what he saw in your music collection, this probably felt like discovering a whole new universe. "Can you show me some time?", you asked in a sing-song voice. He let out a small laugh and scratched his neck. "Sure, uhm...maybe after school tomorrow? I can drive you home if you want." You nodded in agreement. "That sounds lovely, Eddie."

You couldn't sleep that night. All that was running through your head was Eddie driving you home. Why did it feel so exciting? Why did he feel so exciting? No amount of tossing and turning, praying or reading your bible helped making you sleepy.

You groaned into your pillow and got up again to find anything to do. But your room was clean, you couldn't even concentrate on a simple prayer and you finished your homework.

The slippers helped with quieting your steps while sneaking downstairs. Maybe some warm milk and honey would help. Although your mother standing in the middle of the kitchen scared you a bit and made you yelp out. "I'm sorry, honey.", she quickly apologised. "Why are you up?"

"Why are you up?", you asked back. It wasn't until then that you saw the plate of leftovers on the kitchen counter. "Growing a baby makes a woman hungry at the oddest times, honey." You giggled a bit before walking to the fridge and getting out milk. "I can't sleep, my head won't stop thinking." She leaned against the kitchen counter with the plate in her hands. That was your mother - she knew something new was rattling in your brain. "Thinking about what? Or who?" She hit a bulls eye with the who. While putting a cup of milk in the microwave, you started telling her all about your thoughts. That ever since Eddie offered to drive you home, you couldn't stop thinking about him. How you noticed that he smelled nice, and you wanted to get to know more about him for no apparent reason. That you thought the curiosity you felt wasn't about that he lived much differently than you, but more about him as a person. Once you were done with your talking and finished your milk with honey, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"I felt that way about a boy too when I was your age.", she said with a half-full mouth of food. That made you peak up in interest. "What did you do?"

"I'm currently having his 13th baby."

Were you in love? It would explain why you didn't know this feeling yet. With being at church your entire childhood and having only girl-friends, it made sense. "It's called having a crush, honey. It was ought to happen to you, and it's nothing bad. It can be really nice, actually." It didn't feel much nice when you couldn't sleep, but it felt good when your stomach tingled. "Is it like love?", you asked curiously. Your mother chewed on her noddles while thinking. "Not necessarily. But it can turn into love." With a hum, you started drinking your milk and thinking about her words.

"I saw the way he looks at you, honey. Try to find a good moment to tell him. You might regret it if it's to late." She kissed you on your forehead and smiled. "Go to bed, pray about it, find your inner strength. You have a lot of it."

"I don't think dad would like him very much...in the long run.", you confessed. Eddie was not who your father wanted for you. If it all went according to him, you'd marry someone from your church, who would listen to Keith Green with you while doing puzzles. A nice Christian boy. But you doubted that Eddie was even baptised. "Let me handle your father. I know a few tricks."

"That's so loud!", you squeaked while Eddie drove out of the parking lot. Currently, Iron Maiden was booming out of his speaker as he drove you home. "A good loud?", he asked with a grin. It was adorable whenever you were excited. "Yes, a good loud!" You were practical bouncing in your seat to the music. "I didn't think I'd like that!" It hit every part in your brain just right to satisfy you. You knew you couldn't listen to this at home, and maybe the lyrics weren't exactly biblical, but it tingled in your brain just right.

Meanwhile, Eddie watched you from the corner of his eye. Your bouncing, your giggling, the wide grin, yoir squealing. Everything about it was adorable. You were adorable. Who knew someone could look this adorable while listening to music about slaughtering humans?

"If you like this, you're really gonna like Metallica.", he said with a chuckle.

"It gets better?!"

Eventually, Eddie parked in your driveway and turned off the music. While picking up your bag from the foot well, you saw a magazine laying there. "What's that?", you asked. The first thing you saw was the word 'Satanic' in bold, red letters, then that it was a Newsweekly. You picked it up from the ground and skipped over the pages to find the article advertised on the cover. "Oh, that..." This might be the moment he fucks this all up. You enjoying being around him, your cute giggles and adorable grin. "We read it in our club...it's kinda..."

"Dungeons and Dragons?", you asked, bit confused. The article explained that it was a satanic game, made to infiltrate American kids and how it depicted satanic rituals, the devil, torture and murder. It took you a while, but you eventually put two and two together. "Is that what you do in your club?" There was some upset in your voice, but it was more of a sad one.

Is this really the person you had a crush on? This is what he spends his free time with?

"Well, yes.", he said while scratching the back of his neck out of nervousness. "But it's really not as satanic, or whatever, as it sounds there." Eddie still saw your confused look and furrowed brows that read disappointment. You took a deep breath in and closed the magazine. "It just sounds...scary to me." He did understand that. You were shielded from most those things, at least that's what it sounded like from what you told him about your childhood.

"Maybe, if you want to, you can tag along to a game?", he suggested. Your head shot up at that, causing you to look at him like a deer in headlights. Eddie could see how unsure you were just by looking into your eyes. Naturally, it scared you. Once you read the wors 'Satanic', it was ought to scare you off. Your dad was a pastor, after all. Meanwhile, he also remembered what you told your younger sister: "We don't judge people, that makes God unhappy.". That wad basically what he held on to right now.

"Maybe you can change my mind.", you said with a small smile. After all, you had a crush on him. Why shouldn't he able to show you what he enjoyed? "I could tag along next time your club me-" You got cut off by your own words. How would you explain it to your parents? Should you...lie? But that's not allowed, isn't it?

Meanwhile, Eddie was confused by your sudden quietness. He understood what you were going for, but it didn't seem like you wanted to finish your sentence.

"I would like to have you at the next campaigns.", Eddie said with a small smile. You nodded quietly and finally grabbed your bag. "I'll ask if I can.", you mumbled. Honest to God, you were still unsure about this. "I'll tell you tomorrow, yeah?" A small smile played on Eddie's lips at your words. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Thanks for taking me. And showing me your music." Regardless of everything he just told you, you still smiled at him before leaving the van.

You did make a decision, and told a small lie to your parents. Or at least not the entire truth. They thought you stayed longer at school so you could see what Eddie's club was up to, but left out the details of the exact game. When they questioned you, you just told them they'd he playing a board game.

So there you were, sitting between Eddie and Gareth while watching what the group (or how Eddie said they call it, Party) was doing. The story went that they, or their characters, were in a town called Saltmarsh and had to find out the secret of an abandoned house. For the first 30 minutes, you quietly watched and listened. Until they all got on a boat and Eddie started talking about the monsters appearing. He set down a figurine on the board, but that one simply confused you. Especially with everyone else being upset by seeing it.

"Whats that?", you asked curiously with knitted brows. "That's a dragon turtle", Gareth said, like it was obvious to you. It was, in fact, not. "Dragon...turtle?" Does it spit underwater fire? Where are it's wings? "A really big turtle.", Eddie said, knowing it was the easiest way for you to understand. "Oooh.", you said quietly. Now you see it. Everyone around the table laughed, until Eddie said their ship was wrecked by said Dragonturtle. That's when the laughter died down, and rather quickly at that.

It got even worse when Sirens appeared. You only knew about mermaids, so the concept of Sirens confused you a bit. But you understood the idea rather quickly.

And unfortunately for Gareth, his character got lured in by them. "Why me?!", he yelled in an upset tone while looking absolutely lost. "That's what lust gets you.", you commented, which made Eddie burst out laughing. You didn't know that he had Gareths character be lured in because he was actually the biggest horndog of the entire group, which made your words even funnier.

For whatever reason, your questions and absent-minded comments made the entire campaigns funnier for everyone. It showed Eddie that you actually enjoyed DnD, even though he saw you clutching your cross necklace every one in a while. Later in the car, you were grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Someone had fun.", he said while buckling his seatbelt. "That was so much fun!", you squealed. "I could've watched even longer! That was not what I was expecting!"

Your expression was adorable. He could kiss your pretty face just from looking at you like this. "Maybe we can find a campaign you'd like.", he suggested. That made your face light up even more. "You'd do that for me?"

Eddie would do just about anything for you at this point. He had to face that his crush was growing into falling in love. How could he not?

"Sure, if you want.", he started the car and drove to your house. His plan was to make a campaign just for you and have everyone tag along, but you didn't need to know that yet.

You kept going on and on about how much fun you had, and that you didn't understand the article from Newsweekly. But your words abruptly stopped when you saw your dad's car missing in the driveway. "What's wrong?", Eddie asked you. You've seen this scenario many times before, at this point it could only mean one thing if both cars were gone by this time. Plus, you knew he didn't work late today. "Mom's having the baby.", you mumbled. He couldn't bring anything out but an "Oh."

"It's fine. I'll get in and see how the kids are." You smiled at him while opening the passenger door. "See you tomorrow! Thank you for today!"

But he didn't see you tomorrow. You didn't come to school, or the day after. Maybe something happened with your mother? Eddie decided to drive over to your place after his second period. When you opened the door, you looked beyond stressed. Hair in a messy ponytail, baggy clothes and worn-out slippers. "Oh thank God, Eddie.", you groaned in relief. "Can you help me, please?"

He came inside to see a mess in the living room. Toys scattered everywhere, snack packaging on the floor and crumbs on every surface humanly possible. Your two youngest brothers was quietly playing in his playpen, but that was the only thing that seemed to calm you. "What's going on?", he asked in a concerned tone. Your house was always clean, or at least only a bit lived-in, when he was over. Never like this. "I have to do this all by myself, I can't do it." You were so close to tears, holding them back barely worked. "It was so easy in Arkansas, we had my aunts and uncles to help." Instinctively, he pulled you into a hug. You didn't mind it at all, it was just what you needed right now. Some tears rolled down your cheek and into his shirt. Eddie felt the wet spot on his top, but he didn't mind. Not when you were so worn-out. "It's gonna be alright, I'll help you.", he promised while still holding onto you.

"Thank you.", you sniffled while whiping your eyes with the back of your hands.

While picking up some of the toys, you told him what you have to do today. "I have to pick up three of them from middle school, one from high school and three from elementary. Then, three of the girls have cheerleading and two of the boys have softball. Sara wants to go to the arcade with some friends as well, and...oh, I need groceries." Your hand ran over your hair. Eddie put the books in his hand back in the bookshelf and walked over to you. "You pick up the kids from elementary, I'll pick them up from middle- and highschool. But we still have some time, so let's clean and get groceries. Okay?" How was he so level-headed right now? To be fair, he hasn't been stuck like this for over a day. It was all growing over your head.

"I'll get the boys ready.", you said. "I'll help.", he replied. It wasn't an offer, it was a decision. Jonah was walking already and wandered into the hallway with Eddie, while you put Isaiah in his overall on the couch.

You four got the grocery shopping done in no time. There was honestly something about watching Eddie with your brothers in the cart, pushing them through the isles with you. You never understood what your friends meant when they said a boy did something attractive until that very moment. It stunned you, so much so that you were just kinda starring at him when he asked you what kind of milk you needed.

"(Y/N)?", he asked. Yet you kept starring. "You okay?"

"I have a crush on you.", you blurted out. While he looked at you with a lightly shocked face, you covered your mouth with your hand. "I-I...", you stuttered, not knowing how to come back from that. Eddie's expression went from shocked to soft, with a smile playing on his lips. "I have a crush on you, too.", he said. Butterflies were flying around in both your stomach, and there was some kind of electric tension between you two. Should you kiss him? Can you kiss him?

"Sissy, choco milk?", Jonah interrupted the moment. It made the two of you look over at him. His small, chubby arm was pointing at a bottle of chocolate milk. "You have to share, okay Jonah?", you said to him while putting it in the cart. "Can we talk about this again later?", Eddie asked you. Both of you were aware that the middle of a grocery store was possibly the worst time and place. "Sure.", you replied with a small smile. Since both of you liked each other, you were hoping for a good outcome. And so was he.

Once everyone was back home from their after-school activity, you put pizza as dinner on the table and did the dishes with Eddie, you both crashed on the couch. Jonah and Isaiah were playing on the floor while the others either went to do their homework or play together.

"Thank you, Eddie. Really, I wouldn't know what I would do without you." His hand found yours and squeezed it. "I'd do anything for you...because I like you a lot." It all circled back to that moment at the grocery store from earlier. Just him holding your hand made you wanna giggle. "So, when I like you too...should we be...a couple?", you stuttered. As he was about to reply, the phone rang.

"Biscuits.", you mumbled in a frustrated tone while getting up. It was your father calling from the hospital, telling you your mother had a little girl they named Bethel. Finally, another girl. "I'll be home tonight, your mother had a long labour and needs to rest." Of course she did, she'd been gone for almost two days. "Okay, I'll see you then...oh, dad?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Can I...kiss before marriage?" There was some silence on the other line before he cleared his throat and talked. "It's okay as long as it doesn't lead to...more. Why?" How would you explain that one.

"Just wondering.", you lied. You lied?! "Bye dad, love you. Tell mom we miss her."

Eddie's head peaked up when he saw you walking back around the corner. "What was it?", he asked. You sat back down next to him and got comfortable. "Dad called, mom had the baby. Her names Bethel." He smiled at that. "That's nice, (Y/N)." Neither of you could believe that your talk kept getting interrupted.

"I would like to be your boyfriend.", he finally said. A grin spread on your face and a squeal left your mouth. "I want you to be my boyfriend!" He laughed at your excitement while letting you jump into his arms. "I'm the happiest girlfriend ever!" One of his hands pet your upper back while the other stroked your hair.

Eddie couldn't remember the last time he was this happy.

"Honey, does it have to be Eddie?", your father asked. A few days after your mother came back from the hospital with baby Bethel, you decided to tell them. "It's already Eddie, dad.", you said confidently. Luckily, your mother was on your side. She liked him, she saw how happy you were and knew he helped out while they were gone. "I just really hoped you'd find a Christian man.", he explained. "It's gonna be hard for him to adjust."

"He selflessly helped her while we weren't here, he has the right values.", your mom spoke up. "She's happy. Remember how I was when we met?" Admittedly, you didn't know much about her youth. She barely talked about it. But it seemed like that argument made your father quiet down quickly. "He's on probation." was his final word before walking off.

"We won that one.", your mother said with a grin while giving you a fistbump.

You two had a beautiful couple of weeks so far. Eddie made a campaign about a crusade just for you, he introduced you to Wayne and even came to church with you once so far. He seriously thought just hanging out with him made you happy, but you wouldn't stop smiling and laughing after the service. How could you get even cuter?

Your father came around eventually. He told you to invite him as often as possible and started treating him like his own son. The moment Eddie held your sister Bethel for the first time was the moment you knew he was the one for you. You knew you wanted to see him like this, but with your own child.

Finally, you could convince your parents to let him sleep over. Of course they had conditions; no making out, leave the door open, no touching below the hips. It was understandable to you, Eddie needed a bit of time to understand. In the end, he was just happy to kiss and cuddle you all night. So after dinner, you two went upstairs to watch a movie in your room.

He spooned you while looking at the screen, on which E.T. played. Although neither of you really cared much about the movie when you finally got to be so close together for the very first time. Eddie couldn't stop playing with your hair, kissing your lips, holding you close. You're all he ever wanted. But with all this kissing and cuddling, you remember that you had to have a talk with him.

"Eddie.", you said in a hushed tone. His head peaked up from behind you in curiosity. "Hmm?", he mumbled. "I know you might expect some...things.", you started. "But I don't think I'd want that before marriage." Your boyfriend knew what you meant. "Are you sure?", he asked. Honestly, he was nervous about his first time with you. It wouldn't be the first time he had sex with someone, but this was different. This was you. The person he was set on spending the rest of his life with. Maybe having to wait for a while wasn't a bad decision. "I don't know.", you whispered that part, since your door was still open. "Probably. Very likely." His response was a kiss to the back of your head. Although he might bring it up again in a few months; he was glad he didn't have to be nervous about that for now. "That's okay, my little lamb.", he mumbled. "But we can still kiss, no?"

You rolled over to face him with a small smile on your lips. "We can kiss, we can cuddle, most things that don't involve...that."

"You mean sex?", he teased you with a grin. "Edward Munson!", you scolded him with a playful slap to his shoulder. "My parents can hear you.". Your boyfriend couldn't help but still giggle at your blushed face with that tone in your voice. "Sorry, honey.", he apologised while kissing your temple. "But it's cute when you get flustered."

"You said I get flustered at everything.", you giggled. His fingers ran over your waist, tickling you a bit in the process. "Because you do, my little lamb."

"I don't!", you argued back. His fingers dug into your waist, making you squeam and giggle. "Eddie!", you laughed out while he kept tickling you. "Eddie, you're mean!" Your boyfriend eventually stopped tickling you and pulled you back into a hug. "Yes you do, that alone made you flush."

"Because I was laughing.", you said with a small pout. It was adorable to look at. "Sure, honey.", he chuckled before kissing you again. "I love you."

You starred at him for a bit. This was the first time he said that to you; and it felt even better than you ever imagined. "I love you, too." One of his fingers stroked along your cheek while he smiled down at you and looked at your lips. "Good."

Your graduation passed, your one-year anniversary passed, and another one of your siblings was born. Was your mother ever done having kids?

A few days before Valentines day, Eddie came to visit your parents while you were at work in the church.

"What's going on?", your mother asked him while sitting down at the dinner table with him and your father.

"Well, me and (Y/N) have been together for a while now, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her." This wasn't the first time your parents had this kind of talk; it already happened with your older sisters husband a few years ago. "And I wanted to ask for your permission to propose to her."

Both of them started smiling at his words, your mother more than your father. "You have our permission to propose.", he said to Eddie. "But, we want her to marry in the church. You would have to get baptised for that. That's my only condition."

To Eddie, that sounded more than fair. He'd do anything to be with you for the rest of his life. "Alright, I'll get baptised before the wedding."

Three days later, the both of you were out on a date. Eddie was never one to take you to restaurants, but rather to fun places like aquariums or carnivals. That was more his setting, and you were okay with that. So for Valentines Day, he took you to an aquarium. Watching you mesmerised by the fishes, giggling while getting to pet a stingray and squealing when a shark swam over your head was about the most beautiful thing he could watch. Eddie was head over heels in love with you and never wanted that to change. So while you were watching a shoal of sweepers swim by, he took a small step back, pulled out the little velvet box and got down on one knee. "Eddie look, a clownfish!", you said excitedly while looking beside you. Why wasn't he there. With a bit of confusion, you turned to look for him, only to see him kneeling. "Eddie...", you whispered, close to tears.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find his words. His nerves got the best of him, and all he could so is look at you and open the box. You knew him well enough, and kneeled down to his level. "Yes, Eddie. I'll marry you.", you whispered, now crying. With a shaky hand, he placed the small diamond ring on your finger before kissing you. Both of you were so happy right now, so much so that you didn't notice that other visitors of the aquarium watched and started clapping.

This day was one of the best days of your life.

When you sat in the pew a few weeks later and got to watch Eddie being baptised by your father, that came close to the proposal. He was doing this for you. That's how special you were to him - all so he could marry you. So he could spend the rest of his life with you. It made your heart swell, and you were the first to clap once the water was sprinkled on his forehead.

Eddie loved you so much, you couldn't believe all he was doing just for you.

"Honey, before we order the dress, I gotta ask you." Your mother turned the corner of your parents living room, where you both were sitting to plan your wedding. Once you two were officially married, you'd move into a small apartment of your own to spend actual alone-time in.

"Do you want special underwear for your wedding? We can order it with the dress, it makes shipping cheaper." To you, that sounded good and you stood up to look through the catalog. But Eddie realized something in that very minute.

He meant to ask you about having sex before marriage a year ago. He never build up the courage because he was too nervous to do bad.

Eddie accidentally waited for you until marriage.

[laylaysdelusions]

Innocent bliss part 2

Summary: maybe listening in on them wasn’t a terrible decision..

A/n: over a thousand words of pure smut..

Her question makes your mind go blank and your throat go dry. “Hm exactly what I’d thought she’d do, freeze” azzi said with a soft laugh. “Mhm me too” the way they talk about you makes you feel warm. “Come on don’t go all shy on us, you weren’t shy when you were cumming to our moans last night hm?” Azzi says. Your brain flashes memories of it and it makes you want to hide but also want to kiss the shit out of both of them.

Paige sits down, pulling you into her lap. You look down at her spread legs and your legs across her lap and you almost completely lose it. You squirm slowly as you wait for words to leave their lips. “You seem like you want it badly don’t you?” Azzi says twisting your curls softly. You nod your head with nervous anticipation and that causes Paige to hit your thigh. “No baby use your words”

“Yes, I want you, I want you both” you say while kicking your legs back and forth. “Good job pretty girl” Paige says, rubbing your back. Their gentleness causes your heartbeat to increase. “Do you wanna kiss us?” The question makes your heart flutter. “Yes..” you breathe out, against the skin of Paige’s neck. “You choose which one of us is the first baby,” Azzi says. You crawl over to Azzi’s lap.

You’re not sure where you get the confidence but you do, you bring your lips to hers and it feels like a light switches on. She deepens the kiss and you lean closer in. “That’s right, just let us take care of everything” Paige whispers. Your hold on virginity seems to loosen the deeper you get into whatever this is with them. Azzi nails softly scratch your back causing you to whimper. You haven’t had a kiss like this before and oh fuck you were enjoying it.

Azzi breaks away making a pout appear on your face. “Don’t worry princess, I think Paige wants some too, be a good girl and share” you can’t believe that this is something that’s tangible and real. You move back to Paige and you connect your lips to hers. Her veiny hands come around to grip your ass causing a whine to float into her mouth. You pull your hands into her blonde hair, now wavy from the classic braids.

You’re much wetter than you were last night and that’s saying something. When Paige pulls back from you, both of your lips are swollen. “Do you want to go further?” Azzi grabs your chin while making eye contact. “Yeah” you mutter nervously but excitedly. Paige grabs you by your thighs and hips and takes you down the hall, Azzi following.

When you lay down against the pillows, everything feels as if it’s falling into place. “Look at you being all pretty” Azzi says. She pulls her shirt over her head leaving her purple bra on. You can’t help but get red at the sight of her abs and her toned skin. It takes you a minute to realize that you’re reaching your hands out for her.

“Aw sweet girl” she says, coming to lay on the opposite side of you, Paige on the other. Azzi grabs your hand and brings it to stroke her abs. “You can feel all you want” while you draw your focus on the curly head’s skin you feel Paige’s lips grace your neck. You whine when she hits a good spot. Azzi shushes you making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Do you wanna take your shirt off?” The blonde looks up at you. “I wanna see those pretty tits” she smirks. You tell them quietly “no one’s ever seen them before..” you trail off. “Don’t worry about it, if they’re yours they are gorgeous” you nod in agreement and you lift the hoodie to reveal your bare chest.

Both of the girls go speechless for a moment. You bring your arms to cover yourself in fear that they’re disgusted. Paige shakes her head. “No..we’re just mesmerized baby” the blondes' words cause your eyes to brighten. “Besides yours those have to be the prettiest I’ve ever seen” Paige tells her girlfriend. “Can I play with them?” Azzi asks and you say yes embarrassingly quickly.

Azzi’s painted nails come up to trace your nipples. You squirm under them when you feel Azzi’s tongue move across one. Her warm breath against your brown nipples makes you leak wetness. Paige’s mouth comes next to your ear. “It’s obvious you’re trying to subtly hump the air ma” you hide your face at her lewd comment.

Azzi lets go of your tit with a pop sound. “Then give her something to grind on” Azzi smirks. “Of course I will” Paige puts her hand near the waistband of your bottoms. “You want me to?” her eyes meet yours. “Mhm please” you mumble just loud enough.

“You got it then ma” her hand goes underneath your pants and panties and she feels just how sticky you actually are. “Damn I knew you liked us but this is more than i thought” Paige laughs. She cups your pussy while Azzi’s mouth goes back to kissing up and down your body. You grind against her big hand and you whimper a cry. You’re so worked up. “Paigey I think she wants more” Azzi giggles.

“I think so too az” Paige’s hand moves away from your pussy, tears fill your eyes from desperation. “Take your panties off baby” Azzi says and you oblige shyly. When you take all your bottoms off and your pussy lying there openly praises fall from both of them. “So fucking beautiful” Azzi says going down towards you lower body.

She begins to kiss up your legs and thighs while Paige brings her fingers to your lips. “Taste yourself for me” you open your mouth and your big watery eyes look at her with horny intentions. You moan against Paige’s fingers when you feel Azzi kiss right above your mound, on your stomach. “Shh” Azzi’s shushing feels good against your pussy. You moan louder when you feel her tongue swipe your folds.

Paige removes her fingers and begins kissing you with need. Between Azzi’s warm mouth on your pussy and Paige’s warm kisses against your lips, it’s a heavenly combo. Your whines and whimpers are muffled and lost in Paige’s mouth. The sound of your wetness fills the room. Minutes float away lost to mindless pleasure.

A strange coil appears in your stomach. Your legs start to shake more. “You gonna cum princess?” Paige asks you. You can’t speak anything but a ‘mhm?’ Before you’re practically screaming. Azzi’s tongue grazes your clit making things all the better.

“Come for us” Azzi whispers against you and you do. You release all over her mouth and your legs go numb. Your back arches. “Good girl” Azzi praises, tapping your thigh. She works you down from your high, still being overall gentle. Paige moves to hold you as Azzi leaves for the bathroom.

She comes back with a warm rag and wipes down your inner thighs. “You did such a good job for us today” Paige says, rubbing your shoulder. You blush and hide your face. “You can’t be flustered now” Azzi laughs and comes next to you. “I’m sleepy” you whine. “When you have your first proper orgasm it does make you sleepy baby” Paige’s chuckles, you hit her chest. You sit in silence with the both of them until you’re out like a light.

I hope this is good I tried lol

[bittergoldeneyes]

-Life’s Sweetness-

Asaba Harumasa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just fluff. A Valentines at the office. (Lol, and I’m 2 days, almost 3, late to the party)

Word Count: 3.5K

Valentine’s Day, a day where people showed their affections for others through chocolates, flowers, or other obnoxious gifts. It was a holiday to poach money from people to persuade them if they didn’t somehow buy a gift for their lovers, their significant other didn’t care as much. A random act of kindness was much sweeter than any chocolate given on Valentine’s Day due to tradition or obligation.

But… you weren’t completely immune to falling into the scheme of buying gifts for the people you care for. Something small, but meaningful. Eacpsilly for a certain ebony haired man that just so happened to be your deskmate and partner.

Your sneakers made barely any noise as you stepped lightly through the H.S.O. Headquarters. A small fabric bag full of gifts slung on your shoulder and applying pressure to the muscles of your back from how heavy it was. Stepping around a corner, you noticed most of the desks in the office were already full of gifts already. Numerous bundles of flowers, plushies, and sugary sweets.

A small smile etched across your lips, and you walked into the quiet office before coming around to observe your desk. The white surface was bare, not a single gift or sickly sweet in sight. It shouldn’t affect you much, you were probably the most unpopular out of Section 6. Many people, especially Harumasa’s fans, disliked the idea of you being a part of Section 6. It was as if the public viewed you as an average among elites. You were still a rookie after all, but you always seemed to work best with Harumasa, which is why you were paired as partners a little while after your transfer.

Ignoring the bareness of your desk, you stepped over to Harumasa’s desk, which was -as you had predicted- the fullest of any other members. His fans were… what we like to called “unhinged.” There were numerous letters, some of which you could see had numbers in them, some with pictures, and even some with paragraphs upon paragraphs, likely pouring their heart out in hopes to ignite some parasocial relationship with him that was never going to happen. Hell, there were even plushies and fan drawings of him in some of this pile!

With a shake of your head, you dig around in your fabric bag, finally finding the bottle you were searching for. You placed a bitter gourd juice on his desk and a small bar of 99% cocoa dark chocolate. It was a far shot getting a chocolate bar, but you only hoped he would at least try it, seeing as it was one of the most bitter chocolates out there. A warmth blossomed on your cheeks seeing your gift differing so dramatically from others, surely he’d get suspicious. He was observant like that after all.

You couldn’t spend much time reminiscing, or else you would take back your gifts out of utter embarrassment and fear of getting found out. Before anyone else arrived, you went around to the other members desks, placing personalized gifts on their desks, pausing at Yanagi’s which was just as similar as yours, almost completely empty save for a few cards or sweets that splotched the space of her desk.

Once Yanagi arrived, you had already started on everyone’s coffee. A cup already made specifically for her ready with her name written prettily on the thick plastic holder with sharpie.

“Oh, (Y/N). Good morning.” She gives you a small smile, a stack of papers and a folder neatly pressed against her chest in her arms. “You’re here early?”

“Oh, good morning, Yanagi. I decided to come early to make everyone’s coffee. Thought it would be a nice start to the day.” Your expression remained cool and neutral, not giving away that you had come early to give everyone gifts. You handed her the coffee, watching her take a satisfied sip before sighing in bliss.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” She says and places a gloved hand over your shoulder as a kind gesture of appreciation. Her glasses gleaming off the light of the lights above.

The other members of Section 6 filed in shortly after. Miyabi was practically drooling over the melon left on her desk, her eyes ignoring anything other than the voluptuous fruit. She wasted no time cutting into the juicy sphere and placing a slice into her watering mouth. Her ears shuddered in happiness, her eyes closing in bliss. Soukaku just devoured any snacks that sat on her desk, but especially enjoying the spicy snacks you had left her.

And last but not least, fashionably late as always, Asaba Harumasa. His slender frame walked through the entrance, his hands already crossed behind his head with a small yawn already leaving his mouth. Drowsiness blinked from his eyes as the glimmering gold of his eyes focused on the mountain of gifts and accessories laid practically covering his desk space.

“Oh? What’s all the fuss about? You shouldn’t have guys~” His lips tugged into a teasing grin, his frame shadowing behind you before he came to investigate the objects occupying his space. “Didn’t know I was so popular. It’s about ten or twenty gifts more than I got last year.”

Was he… seriously bragging right now?

“Well, ‘Mr. Popular’ your coffee is in the pot over there. Still warm.” You interject, pointing your finger over to the coffee machine, pure black coffee brewed to perfection from an intelligent machine sitting in the pot simmering.

“Awe~ just for me? I knew you liked me somewhere deep down!” His hands clasped together dramatically, bringing them to press against one of his cheeks while his mouth upturned into a wide appreciative smile. “You don’t seem as popular. Want some of my gifts? I’m not going to touch most of this just from a quick glance.”

“I want it!” Soukaku raised her hand wildly, sitting up from her desk.

“Hey! I was offering them to (Y/N) first!” Harumasa argued back, pouting as you beckoned Soukaku over without a seconds hesitation. “You know, now I’m starting to think you actually hate me…”

“Oh don’t be dramatic, Harumasa.” You scold lightly, rolling your eyes at his dramatics as you let Soukaku pick and choose what she wanted from Harumasa’s mountain of sweets and snacks. “I would much rather Soukaku enjoy them than me. I can always buy my own valentines stuff. I’ve done it before.”

Harumasa was oddly quiet after your comment, but you didn’t think too much about it.

Once Soukaku went back to her desk with a newfound spark of happiness with her newly acquired food, you sat back down with a sigh before looking at your thick stack of paperwork. Your fingers held your favorite pen loosely, wrist fluidly gliding over the wooden desk as you signed off and detailed your boring reports.

Every now and then, you would glance over at Harumasa. Of course, he wasn’t doing any paperwork whatsoever, and the due dates had long since past. His eyes were instead skimming through some of the obnoxious valentines gifts hoarding his space. A plethora of colorful expressions crossed his face, ranging from horror, disgust, and light hearted smiles. There was even one point he practically slammed a card closed with a red blush on his cheeks, obviously something he didn’t want to have seen or read.

After some time passed, Harumasa was shredding almost every card or picture he’d gotten. His fans really were unhinged. The only few he kept were either from kids or genuine words of appreciation and admiration from fans. Sugary sweet candies and chocolates were tossed in the trash, plushies given to Soukaku or if there was one of himself, offered to you with a flirtatiously teasing wink and a mischievous smile.

It was almost as if he had saved your gift especially for last. His gloved hands picked up the bitter chocolate you’d gotten him, inspecting it curiously before flipping it to the back to read more of the nutrition facts and ingredients. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to open the bar and break off a small piece of from the corner. The piece disappeared behind his soft plush pink lips, jaw moving slowly, savoring the bitter richness of the chocolate. A second piece was then broken off and slotted between his lips once more, his eyes closing in concentration.

And the ever clever mind of Asaba Harumasa was just that, clever.

He never really opened up much about himself, especially to the press or any fans or social media posts. He kept his personal life locked behind iron bars only few had the privilege of glimpsing inside. Section 6 was one of those privileged few, as well as the siblings that ran Random Play. It narrowed down his suspicions on who sent these gifts.

The letter gave you away.

‘May the bitter tastes and flavors make life feel sweeter. Your life deserves the sweetest things.’

How cheesy. Only you would think of something that cheesy and heartfelt to write in a card accompanied by gifts he would enjoy. The letter was signed by a straight line, precise and strict, almost as if you were drawing a line you didn’t dare want to cross no matter how much you or him edged it.

Harumasa didn’t acknowledge you for the gifts you’d gotten him, much more interested to see what you would do next. Would you admit you were the one who placed them there in the wee hours of dawn? Would you remain anonymous, treating him the same as always, but locking your heart tightly away in fears of having him slip through your fingers too soon as he eventually would.

The next day came similarly to the last. Gifts appeared on the desks of Section 6, all except for yours. Yanagi got an expensive bottle of her favorite hair product and a new sleeping mask for small breaks in the office. Miyabi got a multitude of new brushes for her woven scrolls and another melon, this time bigger and flavored a bit differently. Soukaku got some new art supplies for her doodles in the office and some stickers.

Lastly, Harumasa got a new choker, an ink stamp of his signature (ahem, for his lazy nature to help with paperwork), and an expensive leather archery glove, much better than his current one that looked worn and tattered at the edges. The choker was a smooth and crisp leather, narrowed slightly where his Adam’s apple would press flush against the material. A yellow gem sparkled under the light, shimmering a similar shade to his smoldering golden eyes.

“Oh, that looks nice, Asaba.” Yanagi comments, papers hugged to her chest per usual as she adjusted her glasses and looked over the gifts he’d gotten. “Someone clearly admires you strongly.”

“It seems that way.” Harumasa comments, looking over the gifts with a strangely conflicted yet heartfelt expression. His deft fingers toyed with the choker in his hands, running a smooth thumb over the expanse of the light leather inked black. “Did you get some too, Tsukishiro?”

“I did.” She answers swiftly. “Everyone’s gotten very unique gifts these past two days. I suspect it’s someone from the agency. They’re all very carefully selected for each of us.” Her glasses shine off the light as her dark pink eyes shifted to your empty desk. “The only one who hasn’t gotten one of these gifts is (Y/N). She has been arriving early these past few days.”

Harumasa shifted his gaze to your desk, clean and empty albeit a neatly stacked pile of papers and a picture sat diagonally to your computer of you, him, and the rest of Section 6. Your chair sat vacant, as it had for hours as you helped out a different section with their reports and management of files.

A frown etched onto his pale pink lips, dark ebony brows furrowing as he thought to himself. Now that he had confirmed to himself that it was you giving him and everyone else these personal gifts, he needed to get you something right? His conscious (and heart) wouldn’t let your kindness go unpaid. After all, the gifts you got weren’t cheap by any means.

You were too kind for your own good sometimes. Always taking care of his gruesome paperwork when he was on sick leave or just too tired or lazy to do it. Making his coffee in the morning along with any other member that hadn’t been there at the office yet. Giving away any of your food or medical supplies to Soukaku or him in hollows when you yourself needed those things too. And even now, helping another section get out of whatever mess they’ve caused themselves with their files.

The day before valentines was no different than the last two, gifts once more on everyone’s desks. Except there was one thing different. There were flowers on your desk. A small vase full of tulips, roses, carnations, and hydrangeas. It was something you weren’t expecting at all, but it wasn’t something unpleasant you didn’t welcome. The card attached to the thin transparent plastic piece read ‘Thanks for helping Section 4, I owe you one. Let me know what you want ;).’ The note had the second in command of Section 4’s phone number signed with a winking face and his name on it, very clearly implying he had taken an interest in courting you somehow.

Your cheeks blossomed with warmth after reading the small letter card attached to the bouquet. It was at this time, Harumasa walked in, earlier than normal he might add. His eyes were immediately drawn to the decently sized object obscuring your desk. Naturally, his sharp golden gaze didn’t miss the tint of pink coloring your cheeks, a foreign feeling twisting in his gut.

“Oh? Who’s this from? You got a secret admirer or somethin’?” Harumasa inquires, a faux smile on his face as he leaned over you to snatch up the card from the thin plastic stick. Despite your protest, he turned himself around from you to keep your arms at bay from snatching it back before he finished investigating. “The guy from Section 4? Heh, how cute, he even left you his number. Such a gentleman!”

His tone was bitter, almost as bitter as the medicine he pocketed in his mouth on a regular basis. The expression he was making didn’t match the intensity his eyes shown. A teasing grin pulled taut over his mouth, but his brows creased and twitching ever so slightly, golden irises having a darker glint in them than their normal mischievous shine. It didn’t help his stomach was knotting up more and more and his heart was beating firmer against his ribcage.

“Don’t be mean, Harumasa!” You finally pulled the card out of his strong gloved hands and fitted the card back between the thin flimsy plastic in the vase of flowers. “I don’t need him to owe me anything. I was just doing my job. I am appreciative of the gesture.”

“In that case, want me to walk down and tell him you won’t be calling him then? I’d be more than happy to do that for my wonderfully kind partner!” His attitude perked up, gloved hands coming to rub together evilly, eager to shoot down a man’s flirtatious gesture towards you. He did have a knack for pissing people off.

“That… won’t be necessary, thank you.” You replied wearily, confused by his sudden change in behavior. “Oh!” Your eyes flickered to his throat, a new choker adorning his slender neck. The yellow gem gleamed in the light, brightening up his already pale skin and accentuating the features of his neck. “That new choker looks really good on you, Harumasa.”

“You think so?” The way he smiles makes you regret even saying anything. He raises his right hand, his new archers glove wrapped snuggly around. His fingers trailed suggestively down his Adam’s apple, down to flick the small gem before trailing his fingers down to the edge of his buttoned shirt. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow his pretty fingers, and he seemed to know that. “It does doesn’t it? An admirer of mine got it for me~ I’m so lucky~”

“That you are, Harumasa.” Your smile faltered slightly, your cheeks flushing as you finally tore your gaze away from his neck and half exposed clavicle “it’s nice to be admired from time to time.” Your fingers reached out to gently run the pads of your fingers over the petals of some of the roses that sat in a small corner of your desk. “Lets you know that someone cares enough to show it to you through small acts of service. Or words of praise and appreciation. Or even gifts. Though I much prefer something like that on a random non-special day than a holiday or occasion.”

Harumasa listened to your words intently, liquid gold eyes watching your fingers tenderly touch the flowers another man had gotten you. The first gift you’d gotten for the upcoming Valentine’s day. His cheeks puffed into a pout, strong yet thin arms coming to cross over his tone chest.

When Valentine’s Day officially arrived, Harumasa came into the office on time, frankly a little early. An incredibly large and obnoxious bouquet of flowers in tow as he sat it on your desk loudly, startling you out of your focused daze of paperwork. It startled the other members of Secruon 6 too, especially Harumasa arriving early! The flowers took up practically the entire space in front of your desk! You didn’t even believe they made bouquets that big!

“H-Harumasa what is this?” You ask bewildered, eyeing all the pretty flowers perfectly arranged to accentuate all the species of flora in their own aspects. Roses were the most common among them, varying in color and size. “I-it’s so big!”

“Well, I couldn’t just let someone show me up in getting my partner a gift can I?” He replies proudly, triumphantly picking up the bouquet of flowers you received yesterday. “There’s no need for these anymore right? I’ll help you clear them out!”

Without giving you any time to protest he dropped the other flowers into the garbage can, a sly and victorious smile plastered over his face. It was then you noticed a small red ribbon clipped to his inky bangs, sparkly with a little cat pendant in the middle. His hands placed on his hips proudly, holding his nose high.

“Besides! Your best gift is right in front of you.” He placed a dramatic hand on his chest, slender digits splaying over the expanse of his chest. “Having me as your ever so trustworthy, hardworking, dashing partner!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden change in behavior. He was acting like a child, exaggerating himself for your praise and favor. “H-Hey! I’m trying to be serious here!”

You adored the way a gentle pink dusted his pale cheeks, his arms instead coming to cross over his chest with his lips puckered in a kiddish pout. His gaze was averted, ebony locks slightly obscuring the visage of his golden eyes. A warm hand came into contact with the exposed flesh of his arm, making him jump, but soon relax once he realized that warmth was coming from you and your tender touch.

“Harumasa.” You say his name gently, sweetly, almost as if you were addressing him as your lover. You squeezed against his forearm lightly, a genuine and incredibly warm smile painting over your lips. “Thank you. I’m very lucky, to have a partner like you. I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Harumasa’s eyes widened, face exploding in blossoms of red that rivaled the roses on your desk. He pulled away from your touch quickly, coughing lightly before covering his mouth with a gloved hand, his other hand coming up to put some distance between the two of you.

“Ahem! Uh, it’s hot in here isn’t it? I’m going to grab some fresh air for maybe an hour or so, maybe I won’t even come back now that I think about it.” He turned on his heel, footsteps quick as he approached the entrance. His ears peeked out from beneath his dark hair, flushed just as red if not redder than his face. “Anyways! You guys got this without me, right? See ya!”

And just like that, Harumasa was gone. The office was quiet, everyone having witnessed the exchange between the two of you due to his boisterous entrance. Yanagi didn’t even try to stop him when he decided he was going to leave. You couldn’t help but think about what an odd, yet wonderful devoted companion he was. You truly were lucky to have him.

Your gaze suddenly caught the sight of a card nestled between some of the stems of the flowers, small and barely noticeable. Carefully extracting the card, you flipped it open carefully, Harumasa’s surprisingly neat and beautiful penmanship decorating the white paper. Your eyes widened slightly, a blush dusting over your cheeks before they closed with a shake of your head. You pocketed the card, a reminder to yourself to thank him. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach as you replayed the words written on the paper to yourself again.

‘Life is already sweet enough with you by my side. -Harumasa, your ever devoted partner ;3

“Done reading? Why don’t you take a break! Relax~ I’ll still be here when you come back.”

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How I imagine the guys would react to you (MC) surprising them with a kiss that lingers a bit longer than expected. Caleb's was a little more angsty than I meant, but he's just so angst-coded!

Part 2: The Zayne, Sylus and Caleb Edition! 

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Zayne 

Continuing to pout, you hold on as he rolls your office chair toward him.

“Don’t be a meanie,” you sulk, as if the doctor had personally offended you and not the random cat from the video you two had been watching.

“I was hardly being a ‘meanie’ and merely stated a fact. That cat couldn’t manage the jump onto the counter because it was too fat,” he reiterates. You continue to keep your back to him and he chuckles, pushing your hair away from your neck and laying his chin on your shoulder, “But I never said it wasn’t cute.”

You snort, then laugh, eagerly reaching back. You feel the corner of his mouth raise in a soft smile as he presses his cheek to your palm.

His voice is a hum when he speaks, “Thank you for today’s lunch.”

“You deserve it.”

The statement is obvious whether you’re taking today’s actions into account or not. Zayne is a paragon of everything a doctor should be. 

Today’s example? He had to postpone your original lunch plans because of a new patient of his. The man had undergone a big procedure and Zayne didn’t want to leave the hospital in case there was an emergency or if there was something else that prevented the patient from getting adjusted while he was out.

Hearing his reason for canceling, you decided to bring lunch to him, happy to spend any time with him, even if it meant he’d be called away at any minute.

As fate would have it, the patient is well and Zayne wasn’t needed, therefore you two have been able to enjoy an entire lunch together, giggling over silly videos on your phone and chatting about the trip you are planning for next month when things are expected to be less busy at the hospital.

You’re in such a good mood, you don’t even mind that the end of his lunch break is looming ever nearer.

The casual thought makes you check the time and Zayne tenses in surprise when you shoot up straight in your chair.

“Is everything alright?” he inquires, concern lacing his voice as he watches you stand.

“I’m late! I didn’t realize your lunch break was over. I told Jenna I’d have that report in before 4 and I’m not exactly close to finishing it,” you frown, wondering what compelled you to empty nearly all the contents of your bag in Zayne’s office during your visit.

While helping you get yourself in order, he offers, “I’m sure there’s a computer here in the hospital you could use. Even mine, if it’s that important.”

“I would, but I left the paperwork related to the report on my desk back at the Association. I wouldn’t be able to complete it without referencing it and I can’t reference it if I don’t have it on me.” 

“I would offer to drive you--” he begins and you cut him off, touching his forearm.

“You have work to do,” you reassure, “I promise, I’ll be fine.”

“Let me call you a cab,” he suggests, “Otherwise you’ll be exhausted from running back to the Association and pass out at your desk before getting anything done.”

You accept his offer only because he has a point. You begin to open the door before suddenly turning on your heel. Zayne has his phone in hand and stops abruptly, having intended to escort you out. 

“Is there something else?” he asks, a small frown between his eyebrows.

You stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, then quickly change your mind to find his lips instead.

He is by no means a stranger to your kisses these days, but the suddenness of this one takes him by surprise and he tenses for a split second before sighing softly and hooking a finger under your chin, his other arm closing around your waist as he draws you closer.

When you two part, he looks at you with those piercing eyes turned soft from your lingering affections.

“What was that for?” he asks, his voice only slightly teasing.

“I enjoyed our date today, Dr. Zayne.”

“Well… I’m glad.”

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Sylus 

This is supposed to be a quick trip. Your role is to attend the auction like normal while Sylus shakes down some big, bad bosses upstairs using intimidation tactics that only he is capable of. It’s a typical mission you’ve done with Sylus over a hundred times now. However, from the second you arrived at today’s auction, you found yourself growing more and more agitated.

You’re used to the looks of others as you and Sylus walk together. A man with his presence is hard to miss; not to mention that he just so happens to be one of, if not the most attractive men anyone here has ever seen in their entire lives. So of course people are going to look. But that doesn’t explain why it’s really getting on your nerves today.

“You’ve gone quiet on me. Is everything alright?” Sylus asks, that teasing tone in his voice, though he fails to hide the gentle concern in his eyes.

“Everything’s fine, Sy,” you reassure, then gesture toward the crowd, “Didn’t you say I’d be handling things down here at the auction while you took care of business upstairs?”

You stop walking and turn to look up at him. At the corner of your eye, you register movement and, for the faintest of seconds, you make eye contact with one of the women who has been watching Sylus with a keen interest. As a matter of fact, this woman had been outside on the balcony when the two of you arrived and must have come in intending to intercept and introduce herself.

Or it could be a coincidence.

When her eyes land on Sylus again, seeming to appraise the width of his aggravatingly broad shoulders, you are certain it’s no mere coincidence.

“...again. Are you certain you’re up to doing this tonight?” he asks with a deep frown and you realize you had accidentally blocked out what he was saying. It’s not hard to guess, though.

“I’m perfectly alright,” you insist, “You go. We’ll do everything as planned and then go home, right?”

You feel a little guilty for the way he looks at you right now, concern etched into the corners of his deep, crimson eyes. After a long moment, he sighs.

“Alright, we’ll stick to the plan,” he says, thoughtlessly brushing off jacket sleeve, “Though you’ll tell me instantly if something’s wrong.”

It’s a command, not a suggestion, and you nod with an innocent smile.

He regards you for another second before leaning down and pressing a quick, departing kiss on your cheek.

This is your chance! Seeing the silhouette of the same woman looming ever nearer, you drape your arms around his shoulders before he straightens up and bring your lips to his.

Warmth fills you from head to toe and you feel his heavy hand hesitate for no more than a second before landing delicately against your waist.

You linger, but not too long. Just enough, however, to feel his shoulders soften beneath your forearms.

When you lean back, he opens his eyes, looking at you through heavy lids that make your stomach flip. After a second of collecting himself, he speaks, his voice coming from even deeper in his chest than usual. 

“Now I know for certain that you’re up to something…” he purrs.

Still a little warm in the face yourself, you admit in a small voice, “She wouldn’t take her eyes off you. Or didn’t you notice?”

His eyebrows raise ever so slightly, the concern disappearing from his features instantly, only to be replaced by his usual humored, smug little smile.

“Who is there to notice, sweetie? You’re the only other person who exists in the entire Universe,” he hums, bringing his fingertips to the side of your face with feather-light touches, “Although…”

“Although…?” you question, putting a gentle warning in your voice that he acknowledges with a soft chuckle.

“Although I like the idea of you staking your claim on what’s yours, kitten,” he says, straightening up as you watch the woman turn away as if she’d merely taken the wrong turn, “And I like the idea of being indisputably yours.”

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Caleb 

Caleb was leaving again. It was something you were starting to get used to. He’ll come down from Skyhaven for a day or two, sometimes a week if you were lucky, then take off again for weeks at a time. You know it could be worse; you survived the worst of the worst after the incident, and you always try to remind yourself of that.

You remind yourself, also, that you can always get a response from him when he’s in Skyhaven. That, knowing him, even if he were in the far-out depths of the Deepspace Tunnel he would do everything in his power to find a way to get a message out to you if he needed to.

This still doesn’t make his departures any easier.

He has no doubt noticed your silence. It would be hard not to, even if he weren’t eternally hyper-observant toward your every discomfort. And crammed into the back seat of the cab together you’re certain he feels it.

And it’s not like you’re angry at him. You had a great time with him this week. Every day after work he was there to pick you up from the Association with a ready smile and plans for your evening. Always guessing exactly when you were too exhausted to go out and already having a backup plan of a homecooked meal and a silly movie from your childhood lined up.

You two went shopping for groceries together, met up with friends, and even managed to get a private viewing of young Caleb’s favorite aviation exhibit at the museum after it closed for the day.

This week was perfect.

Maybe that’s why you’re feeling so frustrated right now. You don’t want to give him up to the stupid fleet and the others in Skyhaven who you’re 100% certain he cannot fully trust even 50% of and that scares and annoys you. 

The cab comes to a stop and you get out, startling a little when Caleb clears his throat, “Got a lot on your mind?”

You blink, looking up at him. Then, “Oh… I’m fine.”

He continues to peer down at you, reaching out with the hand that isn’t carrying his suitcase to touch your cheek.

“That wasn’t very convincing at all.”

Sighing, you place your hand over his and lock his fingers between your own. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mumble and he grins even wider.

“Like what?” he asks, his voice oozing with that same annoying playfulness that has made you wanna tackle him to the ground for as long as you can remember, “Come on, let’s go inside. It’s chilly out here.”

Your fingers still intertwined, you allow him to guide you into the train station. The further into the area you go, the more you feel the urge to yank him to a stop. To whine and complain until he has to give in and stay in Linkon City for as long as you like.

You sigh at how childish the thought is and keep walking even when you hear the announcement of his train’s arrival in five minutes.

His brisk walk finally slows and he stops at a bench, gesturing for you to sit. You hesitate for a moment before shaking your head. He frowns, his head tilting as he tries to get a better look at your face.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks innocently.

“No,” you respond, stealing a quick glance at the arrival times one more time. Caleb catches the movement and looks over his shoulder, grimacing slightly at the numbers.

His entire body tenses when you suddenly hook an arm around his shoulders and yank him down toward you, your lips finding their target effortlessly as you kiss him as deeply as you dare in public.

His eyes are as wide as saucers when you part, his guard completely faltering and crumbling before you. He tries to play it off, however, chuckling, “Geez, pip-squeak. Your training at the Hunter Association has paid off. You could have folded me in half with that move.”

Unable to resist a giggle, you bury your face in his chest, murmuring, “I know you know how to watch your back, Caleb. But… be extra careful out there. For me?”

“Of course,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his voice suddenly full of emotion as he realizes what’s been eating you up all morning, “You’re my reason for everything, you know that.”

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[t1ts-4-donaldson]

can we please get valentines day thoughts for alien art??? and pirate art, if possible?

Valentines day with Alien Art and Pirate Art:

this was so rushed I was trying to get it out on time :(

cutie was introduced to it at the end of January when all the decorations and chocolates began to be stocked up on shelves in stores.

"what's that mean?" He asks tugging on your shirt sleeve "Valentine's Day"

Art’s beyond puzzled, what's with the hearts? The teddy bears? His confused expression was adorable.

"You celebrate it with people you love, it's popular between couples but friends and family get involved too" you explain, picking up a bag of candy hearts 'I love you's and kiss me’ printed on the tiny colorful sweets. The more you both strolled down the aisles the more Art notices the longing in your eyes. Watching boyfriends pick out flowers, girlfriends rummaging through cards and chocolates.

"Can I please have the sugar cookies?" Of course you'd give in, pecking a kiss on his cheek before snagging a few of his favorite flavors. Art takes that time to veil his actions emitting invisible waves and stuffing items in his pockets, anything he deems perfect for you. Hershey kisses, a stuffed bunny, roses almost filling his tote bag to the brim.

That night he placed everything he bought on the dining room table attempting to create the perfect layout. Stacking up snacks with stuffed toys and topping it all off with a sloppily homemade card.

That morning he woke up to gasp, sprinting out of his room and meeting you eyes full of unshed tears as you read his card, barely legible words jumbled messily across the paper, the entire thing covered in lipstick marks Art's obvious doing and a little drawing of the both of you kissing each other on the back.

"Art-" you'd choke out, “sorry!” concern lacing his features sprinting towards your shaking frame not meaning to upset you. 

"No these are good tears" you reassure him, holding both his hands

 "No one's ever done this for me.. thank you" you murmur softly.

"no big deal" he shrugs a prink blush on his cheeks, you stare down at his lips glancing back up at his eyes and press a gentle kiss on his mouth fleeting but full of love.

"second kiss" Art whispered completely enamored, his fingers lifting up caressing his mouth. He leans mouth awkwardly slotting against yours his eyes shut tight cupping your cheeks

“calm down baby" you giggle.

Valentines day with Pirate Art:

Art had been a nervous wreck thinking about Valentine's day, he was a romantic at heart, having had a few flings in the past with women and men that won his heart briefly but nothing compared to his feelings towards you. The longing had gotten worse; he'd begun neglecting his duties, rightfully pissing off the rest of his crew. Patrick tried to reign him in when rumors of mutiny began floating across the ship and small village.

"snap out of it" Patrick urged "or at least fake paying attention while you work" but Art barely paid any mind to his pleas

 Patrick’s frustrations built up day by day the more aloof Art became. “Listen man, the rest of the crew want you gone. You need to stop with the fantasies, it’s not healthy.” Patrick shook Art’s shoulders trying to get his point across.

“they wouldn’t..” he shook his head confused, frankly hurt by the notion that his friends would betray him like that just because they don’t understand, but Art began to notice the sneers and jabs as time passed by, Patrick was right. 

"You'll be fine I don't want anything to happen to you is all" Patrick sighed consoling him. Of course he refused to listen.

the perfect idea popped up in his mind, a matching token like you'd given him a month back. He sold some of his belongings for an authentic finery, a necklace made for you. It might be selfish, his inflated ego getting the best of him but he adored the idea of you owning a piece of him something you could carry around proof that he was yours and you were his. 

He badgered Patrick for help weeks before the special day knowing the man had some experience in metal work. “Who's this for?” He asked carving the delicate ornament

"just a girl.." Art hummed attempting to sound nonchalant 

"Is it the mystery woman you've been hiding from me? a lover you secretly run to at odd hours of the day." Art blushes as he snickers refusing to answer for patrick’s chidings

“you’re making me a little jealous, Donaldson” he smirks, blowing off powdery residue “it’s done” wipes his hands on his pants handing over the jewelry. “Thank you” Art beams hugging Patrick tight.

Art added a few more items, roses of course with local coastal blooms bunches of sea holly and primrose, also managed to steal a book 'Romeo and Juliet' his hand flipped through the pages a sad smiled made its way across his face, a couple at odds with the circumstances they were forced to face sadly too familiar with the story himself.

All he hoped for was that these novelties were enough to make you happy.

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“Hello” you swim closer “I’ve missed you” you whisper clasping his hand bringing it up to your cheek craving his warmth for what felt like years  “oh baby” He grasps your palm bringing it up to his mouth kissing it gently trying to commit this moment to memory.

You perk up when something slides down beside him. “What is it?” You laugh wondering what he’s hiding behind his back as it falls into view. “It’s a gift, there is this celebration.. it’s for lovers” he grins gaze latched onto yours

Eyes widen “lovers?” You echo did he love you?

“Lovers as in anyone.. between family and friends as well” he stammers backpedaling not ready to admit his feelings.

“Oh..” you swim back dejectedly, it was a fruitless endeavor. Art doesn’t feel the same way. He lunges forward the moment he glimpses the distress in your eyes, “wait!” he lunges forward “the point is I care about you deeply.”

He can’t say it not now, the thought of confessing making him queasy. “Just here” He finally pulls the items from hiding. 

“it’s all beautiful” you awe taking the treasures from his grasp, smelling the flowers and holding the book in your hands ‘romeo and juli-’ you whisper attempting to pronounce the foreign words, “Juliet” he caresses your cheek “the both of us..” he smiles sadly.

 “One last thing” he hands the last offering nervously waiting for your reaction, “Art.. it’s perfect” you thread the necklace through your fingers “we match” he grins pinching your cheek.

You admire the gold chain with a medallion in the center both your initials ingrained in the center. “Thank you, my valentine.” you giggle pulling him into the frigid waters by his collar

 “fuck!” He yelps as he falls in, wrapping his arms around your waist sealing the rest of his curses with a kiss.

[king-candybug-backup]

Kill Switch: Part Ten

“So, where’s your little handler?” Sinistar’s mechanized voice derided as he began to circle the other Cy-bug, “I can’t imagine they’d let you outside without a leash.” A low growl rumbled in Candy’s throat, his stare locked on his opponent, not betraying Vanellope’s hidden location with so much as a glance. (Not that Sinistar would notice such a thing, he supposed…) “Aw, what’s the matter, somebody can’t find one little glitch on his own?” King Candy sneered right back, “Mud in the eyes, perhaps?” “Cute.” Sinistar deadpanned in response, his lack thereof not changing the amount of animosity he could shoot Candy’s way with empty sockets in their place. “You can’t protect her forever, you know.” I certainly don’t plan on it, King Candy had thought to himself. ‘Forever’ didn’t matter. But today… Today, he wouldn’t allow his reputation to be any further tarnished by letting this thing anywhere near the glitch. Today, he’d play his role exactly as intended. And with the added bonus of giving Sinistar another well-deserved beating, that was just fine by him.

Read the full chapter on AO3!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

Credit to @lv-tangle-universe-blog for the base Sinistarbug design and also @phantomfairs for some of the further-mutated elements!

And HOLY FREAKING SMOKES YOU GUYS, always spoiling me with the awesome fan-art, thank you SO much omfg!!! 😭😭😭

More WONDERFUL art from @starryside-1 of King Candy straight-up NOT having a good time, and the scene of Candy getting (LOWKEY DESERVEDLY) shot, as well as art of a later-teased scene in which Calhoun teases Candy HARD lmaoooo ghfdjvhjhjkggfk

We also have more BEAUTIFUL art of Sinistar from @caleeeeee (SERIOUSLY I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW HIM AGH <333) and also THIS HILARIOUS VIDEO OF CANDY AND VANELLOPE BEING DORKS WHILE FELIX WATCHES ON IN CONFUSION LMAOO (also 2000s anime Sinistar GHFDHCFVHHJ)

And of course, this ADORABLE art of Candybug and Vanellope hangin' out like the absolute SILLIES that they are by @critifull! YOU ARE ALL SO WONDERFUL AND AWESOME AND TALENTED AND I'M IN TEARS OVER HOW BLESSED I AM AT Y'ALL'S KINDNESS OMFG THANK YOU SO MUCH 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[danny-doodles]

A 1k steddie ficlet I wrote based on an idea of mine and I delivered it to twt so I thought I should post it here too lol. If the formatting is wrong or it has typos just shhhhh

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For about what felt like the millionth time in his ten long years of life Eddie Munson was wishing to be anywhere but school.

The experience of getting bullied was nothing compared to the humiliation of Valentine’s Day. It was no secret the Munsons weren’t the richest but the crappy capitalist holiday made it clear, while everyone else in his class had pretty pink and red cards with some dumb sucker attached, Eddie came empty handed. Before moving in with Wayne Eddie might have been mad about not having anything to pass out cause Dad made another mistake, but with Uncle Wayne he wasn’t upset. Money was already tight before Eddie came along, and it didn’t matter really to him anyway. Wasn’t like anyone in his class wanted one from him, being the poor kid who got held back caused his pool of friends to be lacking.

With his chin on the desk, Eddie watched as the students before him got called to pass around their grams. And every time without fail they skipped putting any in his valentines box. It’s the same thing that happened every year before, his title of weirdo getting broadcasted to other students like a warning that screamed, “Interact with him and you will become an outcast too.” Even after experiencing it year after year it always hurt.

The teacher continued to call the names and with every pass Eddie felt the familiar burn of holding back tears, the embarrassment increasing. Right as he was about to hide his head in his arms to allow some tears to escape he saw a motion he hadn’t seen before.

A hand putting a card in his box. Dumb lollipop and everything.

Eddie quickly looked to see who was attached to the hand and found a sight he never expected.

Steve Harrington smiling down at him.

Just as quick as he arrived, Steve moved on to continue putting the cards in the other students boxes but that didn’t matter to Eddie. No, all that mattered was the fact Steve Harrington gave Eddie Munson a valentines card. A boy with shiny hair and the most picture perfect smile gave the trailer park trash a gram.

Trying to be subtle, Eddie grabbed the box on his desk to get the card, not like a miracle was going to happen twice in one day. Gently pulling the sole gram out Eddie read what it said, “Right Off The Bat Valentine You Made A Hit With Me,” with the text was the image of a black bear dressed as a baseball player using a bat. Eddie looked back up to Steve’s seat and watched as Steve sat back down and resumed whatever task the teacher had given to pass the time.

Eddie had avoided looking at Harrington or any of his friends for too long in fear of what would come from his stares and he liked walking home not bruised physically or mentally thank you very much. While staring at Steve, Eddie started to think back to all his interactions with the boy with the pretty dots.

Steve himself had never said something mean to Eddie, never laid a finger on him or anything. Sure he didn’t stop his friends from doing so, but Eddie swore he could see a look of displeasure on Harrington’s face sometimes. One time, Steve even tried to help Eddie salvage some drawings Tommy had ripped apart. It was a lost cause, and the moment Hagan called his name Steve softly apologized and raced back to the freckle faced jerk, but it was the thought that counts.

So busy reminiscing Eddie didn’t even notice the teacher skipping his name when it came to the M’s portion. Eddie didn’t notice much else that day unless it included Steve.

When Eddie got back home he carefully zipped open his banged up backpack and grabbed out the gram. Chucking his bag to the floor without looking, Eddie walked to his is room, successfully dodging the door frame he just barely noticed. He ran, and after aggressively kicking off his shoes jumped onto the bed. With his hands raised in the air Eddie locked his sight on the card. As more images of Steve popped into his mind Eddie could feel his smile taking over his face. He felt like a shaken soda ready to burst, he was ready to explode due to all the excitement. The butterflies in his stomach were at critical capacity, he couldn’t help but giggle as he drew the card to his chest and clung onto it.

When Wayne came home he found Eddie lying on his bed kicking his feet in the air, tracing the words on the card with a smile showing off his dimples. When Wayne knocked on the frame Eddie shot up like a rocket, “Uncle Wayne! I got one!!” Eddie scrambled to get off his bed while ensuring the gram didn’t get damaged. “Look Uncle Wayne I actually got one!!”

Wayne put his hand on Eddie’s head to stop him from running right into him then moved his hand the his shoulder, “You got one what?” Eddie shoved the card into Wayne’s face, ”A Valentine’s Day card!” Eddie brought the card back down and went back to staring at it, “Ive never gotten one before.” While Eddie was softly smiling down at the gram he missed the frown cross Wayne’s face. Kid was excited like he won a million dollars, all over something that other kids would take for granted ninety nine percent of the time.

“Well kid, that sounds mighty kind of them. Who gave it to ya?”

“Steve Harrington!” Simply saying the name caused Eddie to start dancing on his feet as he started waving the card around. Wayne couldn’t quite believe his ears, a Harrington doing something nice to a boy like Eddie seemed unlikely.

“Really now, little Harrington gave you it?”

“Mhm,” Eddie aggressively shook his head up and down and started cradling the card to his chest as he continued, “He smiled at me and everything, and he actually is really sweet, I mean clearly cause he gave me a card, but he actually helped me against some bullies, well he tried to, but its the thought that counts! And I mean it really checks out he would be nice, he’s like a carbon copy of a prince from a fairytale with his shiny hair and-“

“Alighty son I get your point,” Wayne said while letting a small chuckle out. Eddie was twirling a piece of his hair with a finger and his face grew as red as a sunburn while he babbled on about Steve Harrington. Wayne knew later on he would have to talk to Eddie about how people may react to him calling another boy beautiful but for now he could enjoy Eddie’s reaction to a having a crush. Laying his hand back on Eddie’s head he ruffled his curls causing giggles to pour out of the boy while he cried uncle.

“Sounds like a real charmer, I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks Uncle Wayne. Oh! Do you think you could help me keep it safe, I don’t want to damage it.”

“Sure kid, let’s get this little card a proper home.” After giving Eddie the rest of the day to smile sweetly at the card they found the perfect spot for the card. All throughout middle and high school that card would remain there, a reminder of a time Eddie experienced any sort of kindness in the shit show that is Hawkins.

It would stay there until it was finally time for Eddie to leave the nest. With a subtle smile on his face Wayne watched as Eddie turned pink while talking to his boyfriend/soon to be roommate Steve Harrington, in his hands the small little card. Faded with time but still clear enough to tell the basics. Wayne watched as a large smile grew on Steve’s face, a look of pure adoration aimed at Wayne’s nephew. When Eddie finished talking from behind his curtain of hair Steve pulled him in and started leaving quicks kisses all over Eddie’s face.

Wayne watched as the couple giggled at each other and saw Eddie gently place the card into a small box holding other photos and keep sakes, a reminder of where their story began.

[ourdawnishotterthanourday]

Rose Tinted — Boo Seungkwan

✧ Take off those rose colored glasses ✧

Plot: Picture this… you find out that your so-called best friend has been playing you all along.

🎥 Starring: fem!reader x best friend!Boo Seungkwan 🎥 Genre: big time angst 🎥 Word count: 0.9k+ 🎥 Warnings: swearing, asshole vernon, asshole kwannie (sorry y’all), brief mention of blood but not graphic 🎥 Notes: I am baaaack (hopefully for a while). I know I haven’t been posting for forever but I hope to see you all more often again ^^  🎥 Shout out: thanks to my lovely bestie @nothoughtsjustfic for motivating me to write again 💜 love you Chee! Never change pls hehehe

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“How much longer are you going to keep this up, dude? She’s been glued to your side since that dumb bet. Weren’t you gonna ditch her like forever ago?”

Time froze as you heard Vernon utter those words to your best friend… or so you thought. 

“Shit, Vernon! Be quiet before she hears you!” Seungkwan hissed in return, which was followed by a dull sound and then a shriek from Vernon.

“Whatever. I just don’t get it. You don’t even like her. She could offer to buy me unlimited pizza and beers and I still wouldn’t be able to handle all that clinginess.”

“Fucking hell! Just get out and don’t come back until we leave. You’re going to fuck up everything,” Seungkwan snapped, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard coming from his lips. 

“Fine.” Vernon sighed dramatically. “But don’t come crying to me when it all comes to bite you in the ass.”��

A second later, you heard the front door slam shut, the sound of which snapped you right back to the horrible reality you were now forced to face. 

You’d just been shown a completely different side of your supposed best friend and you didn’t quite know whether to cry or scream. What you did know was that you couldn’t stay hidden behind the wall for forever, even though that did seem awfully tempting. You’d never been very confrontational but this matter couldn’t be left unspoken, not if you wanted to keep your sanity. 

You needed to hear the truth from Seungkwan himself. 

With your heart nearly pounding out your chest and a million thoughts running through your mind, you forced your legs to move in the direction of the living room where Seungkwan was awaiting your return. 

His head immediately shot up when he noticed you approaching him, a smile that felt just a little too forced making its way on his face. It was almost as if you could see a sliver of disgust flash behind his eyes.

Had that always been there or were you just overanalyzing everything because of what Vernon said?

“There you are! Any longer and I would have gotten worried.” Seungkwan chuckled as he turned his head back towards the TV.

Right. The movie the two of you had been watching before that awful conversation. If only you could turn back time. 

“Y/N?” Seungkwan asked with a raised brow when you hadn’t moved at all. “Aren’t you going to sit down? We can finish the last thirty minutes before we have to leave.”

“No.” 

Your voice was barely audible but you knew that it had been loud enough judging by the way Seungkwan responded.

“No? You don’t want to watch any more? Well, we can put on something else if that’s what you wan-”

You were quick to interrupt him. “No. That’s not what I want.”

“Okay?” He got up from the couch, his brows furrowed in confusion. “You’re acting kinda strange, Y/N. What’s going on?”

Without realizing it, you’d been clenching your fists so hard this entire time that your nails had pierced through parts of your skin, drawing a little bit of blood which you could feel dripping down your fingers. But you honestly couldn’t give a fuck right now. 

“Do you hate me?” you blurted out, completely catching the man in front of you off guard.

“W-what? Hate you? Why would you ask me that?” Seungkwan chuckled nervously, his hand awkwardly coming up to scratch behind his neck. 

“Be honest with me, Seungkwan.” You looked him dead in the eyes, noticing the way his eyes grew wide at the fierceness behind your words.

As if suddenly coming back to himself, he shook his head furiously. “You’re being crazy, Y/N.”

You let out a loud snort. “Me? Crazy? Then are you saying Vernon was lying just now?”

At that revelation, Seungkwan’s mouth opened and closed a few times as if he was about to say something but backed out at the last second. There was no talking himself out of this. And you were not backing down until you’d heard everything, even if it was going to crush you. 

“Yeah… I heard everything. About a supposed bet, about you pretending this entire time and wanting to ditch me. Does that ring a bell?” 

“Y/N, l-listen,” the man pleaded as he took a step forward to reach for your arm. 

“Tell me the fucking truth, Seungkwan!” you nearly screamed, surprising both yourself and him at the anger laced in your voice.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes at first, but it wasn’t long before that disgust you swore you’d seen before flashed behind his eyes once again. 

“You really wanna know what I think of you? Fine!” He threw up his hands. “I don’t like you, I never have, not then and not now. I’m not your fucking best friend and I’m sick of pretending. You’re right. It started out as a stupid bet to see if I could befriend you, but with how fucking desperate you were, that wasn’t hard. And then you just wouldn’t fucking go away so I thought, I might as well use your clingy ass to my advantage. Because who in their right mind doesn’t like free meals and free rides? All I had to do was pretend.” He chuckled bitterly. “Happy now?”

You didn’t stick around to respond, already halfway through the door with tears streaming down your face by the time he finished his cruel rant. This wasn’t the sweet and caring Seungkwan you’d been sharing all your secrets and insecurities with. This was the real Seungkwan, a mean, heartless excuse of a human being who you didn’t recognize at all. 

He’d broken your heart in a million little pieces and you didn’t know if you were ever going to recover from this. 

So much for letting someone in.

So much for not wanting to be alone. 

Boo Seungkwan, I hope it was worth it. 

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[nina-ya]

Synopsis: You and Zoro like each other and its painfully obvious to everyone but either of you. The crew has a plan to get you guys to kiss once and for all! Pairing: Zoro x Reader CW: None, fluff • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The Thousand Sunny was decorated top to bottom with twinkling lights and garlands. A towering Christmas tree, almost too big, stood proudly on the main deck, adorned with ornaments handmade by Usopp and Franky. The scent of Sanji’s cooking filled the air, booze was flowing, and conversations went on. 

Nami held court with Robin over cocktails, Brook played various renditions of Christmas carols as per Chopper's request, and even Luffy had managed to keep himself from wrecking the feast for once, though you could thank various crew members physically holding him back for that one. 

You hovered near the edge of the festivities, enjoying your drink while stealing glances at a certain green-haired man. Zoro leaned casually against a wall, half-drunken sake bottle in hand, expression softened by a faint blush from the liquor warming his cheeks. His disheveled green hair framed his sharp features like the holly wreaths that hung lopsided above the doors. You could hardly look away, even though he seemed completely unaware of the attention he was drawing- yours or anyone else's. 

Little did either of you know, the crew was plotting. 

“They’re impossible,” Nami muttered, swirling her drink as you glanced at Zoro for the fourth time in the last minute. Robin smirked, while Usopp joined the girls and leaned in to conspire. 

“We’ve got to make this happen tonight,” he whispered with a curt nod. “It’s Christmas! The mistletoe thing is perfect!”

“So what’s the plan?” Robin asked as she took another sip of her cocktail. 

“I already filled the others in, but the plan,” Usopp started, brandishing a small bundle of mistletoe from his pocket before distributing them to the girls, “is stealth. I have handed everyone one of these. And the moment they’re together, we just hold it above them! Easy!”

It turned out to be far from easy. 

Every attempt to catch you and Zoro under the mistletoe was thwarted. Either Zoro would move unexpectedly, or you’d dodge away to refill your drink. At one point, Brook planted himself in front of both of you, playing a Christmas carol trying to get you two to stay still and sing along, only for Zoro to slip away with a comment about needing more sake. Luffy’s attempt to dangle a mistletoe over your head ended in disaster when he thought the cranberries were real, and nearly choked after eating the styrofoam decoration. 

The crew’s determination only grew with each failed attempt. 

“Timing,” Nami hissed after yet another failure. “We need the perfect timing!” 

“Or a miracle,” Jinbe added with a chuckle.

Off to the side, of course, Zoro was growing suspicious. It wasn’t like him to feel so watched around the crew, but tonight, he couldn’t shake the sense that the others were up to something, and he was determined to figure out just what that is. It didn’t help that every time he looked your way, he caught someone whispering or shuffling toward you two,

He tried to brush it off, attributing the actions to just the crew being odd balls as usual, but he just couldn’t stop from feeling that something was just off. His thoughts were interrupted when he glanced over at you, both of your hearts skipping when you locked eyes. There was something about the way you looked tonight, standing in that doorway, that pushed aside those suspicious thoughts to make room to commit you to memory. Emboldened by the sake and the holiday cheer, he made his way toward you. 

Zoro moved closer, a faint smirk tugging on his lips as he noticed your expression soften in response. The buzz of the party faded, replaced by the sound of his boots thumping against the ground as he approached. He stood across from you in the doorway, leaning back on the edge. 

“You can’t avoid me forever,” he remarked, and you swear you could hear teasing in that tone of his. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” you quipped back, eyes flitting away rapidly as you attempted to keep your composure. 

Zoro, of course, raised an eyebrow, unconvinced by your playing dumb. His eyes traced your features, lingering just a moment or three too long, as if he was savoring the sight of you. A softness glimmered in his gaze-- there was just something about you that made his thoughts spiral until you entirely consumed them. 

The tension grew the longer you two stood there saying nothing. There was an undeniable pull, an unspoken yearning that neither of you dared name but absolutely felt. You found yourself leaning ever so slightly closer, almost involuntarily, and your heart hammered at the thought that maybe he felt it too. 

“I’m not that easy to dodge, you know,” he added, his voice a touch quieter, as if he was carefully crafting words that were meant only for you. 

Before you could respond, the sound of commotion snapped you out of the moment. You turned to see what the source of the disturbance was, and your eyes widened at the sight. 

A comically haphazard tower of crewmates had formed behind you, each precariously balanced on each other's shoulders. At the top, Chopper dangled a mistletoe in his tiny hooves with the help of Robin's ability to steady the human pyramid below. 

Zoro’s expression contorted into complete and utter disbelief and you could help but stifle a laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all, though his disbelief morphed into a fondness when he saw the amusement dancing in your eyes. 

“Really?’ you asked, sputtering out a laugh as Zoro rubbed his face with a sigh. 

“Come on, just kiss already!” Nami yelled out as her arms shook from the struggle to support the human pyramid. You glanced back and forth between the mistletoe and Zoro until what they wanted you two to do finally hit. 

You were a deer in headlights for a moment, heat flooding your face. Your eyes darted around the room until they finally landed on Zoro, who was staring at the mistletoe with an expression caught between annoyance and resignation. 

Zoro sighed, his gaze flicking to you. The insistence of the mistletoe and the rising pleading of the crewmates gave you no escape. 

“Are we going to leave them hanging?” Zoro murmured, trying to hide his nervousness under a layer of confidence. 

You hesitated, biting your lip before taking a steadying breath. Closing the gap between you felt like leaping off the edge of the crow’s nest, though as daunting as it was, you couldn’t deny the magnetic pull he had. You leaned in slowly, aiming for a quick peck to satisfy the growing demand of your audience. 

Your lips barely brushed his when Zoro moved, surprising you. His hand came up to cup your face firmly, tilting it as he deepened the kiss. The way his lips moved against yours made your knees weak. The kiss was filled with the weight of all the things you never said to each other. Every confession you practiced in your head, every dream about each other, every second of yearning was all released into this one moment. 

The crew erupted into a chorus of cheers, whistles, and exaggerated whoops. You vaguely registered Luffy's laugh and Sanji’s indignant wails, but everything felt muffled compared to the racing of your heart. Zoro kissed you as if nothing else existed. 

It wasn’t until a loud crash broke through the noise that you both pulled apart. You turned to see the human pyramid in shambles on the floor, a tangle of limbs and complaints spilling out as Chopper flailed atop the pile, still holding the mistletoe. 

You looked back at Zoro, whose flushed face mirrored your own. His fingers lingered at your jawline before retreating, and he straightened up. 

“Well,” he said, “guess they got what they wanted.” 

You laughed, breathless and giddy, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. “Merry Christmas, Zoro.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, gaze softening. “Merry Christmas.”

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ series will contain the following kinks. Objectification. Somnophilia. Pet play (this is a hybrid!au). Dacryphila. Spanking. Orgasm control/denial. Exhibitionism. Mixopilia. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Summary: In a world where hybrids are second-class citizens, you struggle with the fact that you're on your last chance at being owned. Your new owner is clearly excited to have you, but the gag is that you're an F1 cat hybrid, and your wild side is hard to tame.

Kyle was counting down the minutes until he could leave work for the day and get home to welcome his new pet. It was a long and tedious process to get cleared for a hybrid, and he knew he wanted the companionship after working with Ghost and his military grade hybrid Soap. He had watched those two out in the field and had seen them in private. Practically joined at the hip, the hyperactive golden shepherd was known for his loyalty and work ethic, and when he wasn't up under Simon, he was begging to play with Kyle.

And while Kyle adored Soap and appreciated his companionship, he wanted his own little hybrid. Something loyal, sweet, energetic, smart, and could be trained easily enough.

There's a process when getting approved for owning a hybrid legally. You have to do interviews, your home has to be inspected, and then you get to view the ones available. He knew he didn't want a young hybrid. The idea of separating a young hybrid from their dam didn't sit right. He also didn't want the trouble of housebreaking a little hybrid. He had looked high and low, sure he was going to get a dog hybrid, maybe a female, so he could try and convince Simon to let him breed Soap with her.

What he found, however, was a gorgeous Serval mix. First generation, certified pure, dam is a wild serval hybrid and sire a main coon hybrid. Suddenly he didn't want a dog hybrid, he wanted the challenge of a pretty kitty that would have a wild streak. He read her profile, smart, mostly even tempered, recommended for owners who are experienced in training F1 hybrids.

Kyle thought about his time with Simon and Soap, and he had watched those two teach other handlers and hybrids how to work together. He himself has often assisted in these training sessions. So, in theory, it shouldn't be that hard if he has Simon for help.

Kyle was busy finishing up his reports for the last mission they all went on, and he was just about ready to run home. The door to the office opened up, and Soap had practically jumped him. His ears tipped forward, tail wagging so fast that he was vibrating. He licked and kissed all over his face, drawing laughter from Kyle.

“Down Soap.” Simon stood in the doorway, arms crossed as he watched his partner jump Kyle.

“He's fine.” Kyle said as he scratched the pup between his ears.

“Yeah Si, I'm fine!” Soap smiled, “This is mah last day gettin’ Gaz to mah self.” He whined just a bit.

“You act like I'm abandoning you.” He rolled his eyes with a smile.

“Ye might as well! Wot if tha other pup is cuter than me and ye like ‘em more?” He nosed at Kyle's cheek, a pout on his face.

“Well one…she's a cat.”

This made both Simon and Soap pause. A cat? How on earth was a cat useful? Soap tilts his head to the side, genuinely confused, because how is he supposed to play rough with a cat? Simon just hummed and leaned against the doorway.

“You got a cat on purpose?” Simon asked, quite curious, really.

“She's a F1 Serval Main Coon mix. She's gorgeous really.” Kyle showed them a photo of her from his phone. “I'm gonna call her Poppi. She looks like a Poppi right?”

It's a photo of a cat hybrid. She's pretty in a sleek and regal way. Her ears perked up high on her head, hair a wild mess. She isn't small by any means, quite curvy and plush, her tail slightly bushy and wrapped around her waist. She stares at the camera with lidded eyes. It almost looks like she has on eyeliner with how there are dark rings around her eyes.

Soap squinted his eyes, “She looks like trouble. Cats cannae be trusted Gaz.”

“Soap.” Simon scolds him, “an F1? How did you manage that?”

“I put down that I worked in the military. Besides, it's a cat hybrid. She can't be that hard to train.” Kyle laughs as he gathers his things. “Simon, I'll give you a call when she gets settled in.”

You were absolutely not wearing any of the clothes that your caregiver was trying to get you in. You hated clothing, it felt too restrictive, itched your skin, and every piece was clawed to shreds. So the caregiver sighed and transported you to your new home naked as the day you were born. The house was pretty, brick front, large yard, and settled in a nice neighborhood. You already hated it. If this was anything like your last home, you'd be back at the shelter before you know it or sent to a zoo or, worse, sent to a breeder facility to try and breed out the feral. The truck came to a stop in front of the house. The caregiver hopped out and met who you assumed to be your new owner. He's pretty as far as a human goes. His skin reminds you of the stories your mother would whisper to you about the males from where she was from. She had said that you hailed from the dry grasslands and that you were always going to be wild like her.

You miss her terribly.

You watch through the plexiglass window as the guy shakes your caregiver’s hand and signs some paperwork. He's all smiles, but then his eyes get wide. He runs inside for a second while the caregiver opens up the back of the truck.

“Alright now…this may be your last chance.” They say, “If they give you back, you may get sent to a zoo or breeding facility.”

You only hiss and flex your ears back. Eye narrowed and claws out. You never say words, hadn't said actual words in years, not since the first home you were in some time ago.

“None of that now.” They say as they reach in to clip the leash to your collar.

The new owner comes back, and he's holding a pretty pink fabric. It's long and translucent, with soft pink fur on the edges and sleeves. “Hey sweetie.” His voice is soft and low, non-threatening. “Don't want you bared for the whole world. Why don't you put this on, and we can get you in?”

The only response he gets is a low hiss and baring of your fangs. Your tail twitches in aggravation. The caregiver only sighs, saying something about you not liking clothes. The owner only chuckles and turns his brown eyes back to you.

“I understand the dislike for clothing, sweetie, but I would prefer you put your robe on. When we get inside, you can take it off.” He offers the robe out to you again.

Eyeing the fabric and then his sweet and polite smile. Slowly, you reached out your hand and snatched the robe, shoved your arms into the sleeves, and frowned. Your new owner nodded his head, taking the leash from, we'll your old caregiver. You hopped down out of the truck and reluctantly followed him into his home.

“Are you hungry, Poppi?” He asked as the front door shut behind you both.

The flat look you gave him said everything you hoped it would. That you wouldn't be answering to whatever he called you.

“Do you not like the name?” He furrowed his brow when you didn't answer. “I've already sorta had the tags for your collar made, and that was the name I filled out on the forms. But I'm sure you'll have lots of pet names in no time, sweetie.” He reaches to pet you behind your ears but is greeted with a low hiss. You angle your body away from him and immediately shed the frilly robe.

You don't say anything, and simply turn your nose up. The old ratty collar is taken off of you, and he then ushers you deeper into the house. It's tastefully decorated, as much as a man can do anyway. The air smells of clean linen, the TV is on, and it's some strange game with a black and white ball being pushed around. You've seen that ball back at the facility, dogs pushing it back and forth. Other things that catch your sight are a hammock nestled in the corner, plenty of blankets and pillows in it. It's set up in front of a window. On the outside is a bird feeder. There's a scratching post in the room too, next to the couch is a pink fluffy pet bed. All of these things make you bristle and also make you want to purr.

“Sit down, Poppi.” He instructed, pointing to the couch. In front of you, when you do sit down, is the coffee table, on it is the new pretty lacy collar. It has a charm on it, a pink and white paw print, and next to it, a heart tag that you assume says your new name.

It then dawned on you that he was going to put that around your neck! As soon as he picked it up, you were on your feet and over the back of the couch. Hissing at him and frowning.

“Now Poppi, you have to wear it.” He smiles, but it's a tight-lipped one.

“Hmph…no.” The first words you've said in years, and it's you telling him no.

“Well sweetie that won't do.” He slowly moves around the couch, creeping so that he doesn't startle you. “It's important so that you can be safe.”

Your tail flicks in annoyance because yeah, he's right. They drill it into you during nursery school and how important it is to wear your collar. It keeps you safe, helps you be identified, and above all else, makes your owner happy. But that was for domesticated hybrids. In your mind and in your heart, you were wild. A collar seemed to be demeaning in a way, but your years of nursery school itched at you. Clawing for a moment to at least try on the pretty collar.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He encourages you, holding out the collar and shaking it gently. The soft sound of the metal name tag clinking. “Let's at least make sure it fits well, yeah?”

Your ears swivel back, and you glare at him. That tight smile is still on his face, and it makes the kitten in you worry. Your mind tells you about your past owner who withheld food and comforts when you didn't listen. Didn't allow for certain things to happen. He always had that tight smile before he punished you.

Zoo or breeding facility? You weigh the consequences of not putting on that collar. You think of your mother in a breeding facility. You think of your recessive gene sister who came out snow white and how she would always be stuck there. You're reminded of the zoo your mother's brother was sent to. And shudder at the thought of that.

“Fine…but no clothes.” You sneer at him. He relaxes, and the smile isn't as tight. You see the nerves melt from him, and he approaches you slowly, afraid you'd change your mind.

“You don't need to wear clothes in the house. But when we have company, you need to wear panties and your robe.” He says quietly. His fingers brush against your skin, tracing across your shoulders as he fits the collar to you. He takes this time to look at you closely. He thought your photos didn't do you justice, your pretty bronze skin, and the spots on you made his choice in pink the best choice he's made. Maybe he could dress you in lilac in the winter months, light orange in the fall, and during spring, a pretty pale blue? He gently grabs your chin and brushes his thumb across your cheek. A low hiss rumbles through your chest, but he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, he smiles at you, “I'm Kyle, and I'm happy to have you here.” He lets go of you and takes a step back to give you your space. “I've read your file, and I know it will take you time to warm up. You don't have to call me master or owner if you don't want to. You're my pretty kitty now, and I plan to spoil you rotten.” He chuckles and heads past you to the kitchen.

You're a bit taken back by him. By now, an owner is trying to assert their dominance. Demanding that you submit like a dog would, most humans assumed that all hybrids acted like the canine kind. You look around the living room and then follow him to the kitchen. You don't approach him. Instead, you watch him as he goes about pulling food from the fridge to make dinner. On the counter is a pretty set of cutlery, all pink and white with the same script that matched the tags on your collar.

You frown. You give this new arrangement a month before he's sending you away, when he realizes he's welcomed a wild animal into his home.

a.n: sorry this is a day late lol. But my word document gave me hell and when it crashed I lost like half of my writing. I know I know, save as you go, but I was in the zone. I'm taking requests for this au. And I'm also writing somethings I enjoy also.

Tag list: @unclearblur @gazsluckyhat

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 91 (Aftermath Edition)

When Weevilsight won't leave the medicine den, her sisters force her on a walk.

[Image ID: Weevilsight, Wolfgaze, and Ravenweaver sit in the snow together. Wolfgaze and Ravenweaver groom Weevilsight, who sits disconnected from the world while she vents about all the grief and sorrow of recent moons, all stemming from their mother. Art by @unfortunatereader.]

(Weevilsight: 26, female, cleric, daring, deep StarClan bond)

(Wolfgaze: 26, female, codekeeper, thoughtful, connection to StarClan, great speaker)

(Ravenweaver: 26, female, artisan, den builder, very clever)

Washington provides a gentle and wise ear to Halibutdusk. He listens to Halibutdusk's grief and draws on his own recent losses to provide what little comfort he can.

[Image ID: Washington talks with Halibutdusk outside the medicine den. Halibutdusk sits, looking at their paws, while Washington lays beside him. Art by @smashgal.]

(Washington: 219, male, elder, nervous, good mediator)

(Halibutdusk: 83, nonbinary (they/them), warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

Vervaincough takes her grief and frustration out on Slushtrail.

[Image ID: There are two images that include Vervaincough and Slushtrail in the snow. In the first, Vervaincough yells at Slushtrail with tears falling down her cheeks, angry and hurt while Slushtrail listens like a good mediator. In the next, Slushtrail grooms Vervaincough's head and wraps her paws around her while Vervaincough leans in, continuing to cry. Art by @salt-clangen.]

(Vervaincough: 26, female, codekeeper, insecure, understands nature, good mediator)

(Slushtrail: 27, female, mediator, wise, clever, talented weaver)

Rattlepelt and Wildclaw share a nest in the nursery for the night.

[Image ID: A two-page comic showing Rattlepelt and Wildclaw in the nursery at night, curled around Midnightkit and Valleykit. The camp is tinted purple, but Rattlepelt and Wildclaw's eyes are bright. Rattlepelt wears her fox pelt with lavender woven into the fur and stuffed in the eye sockets. The pair have the following conversation, which ends in Wildclaw pulling Rattlepelt into the nest and the pair curling around their sons:

W: "Rattlepelt?"

W: "The kittens will get cold with just me in the nest, dear, come in."

R: "I... shouldn't."

W: "What's wrong now?"

R: "You know what it is..."

R: "Mousesong, then Carnationspeckle's kidnapping, then I get possessed and it leads to the death of a kit. And me and Mousesong are just like our little ones, all of them orphaned, and now..."

R: "It's me , isn't it? Why Trumpetspore's gone? I'm- I must be cursed, and now what will happen to the kittens? or my moms? Or you-"

-she gets yoinked-

W: "first off."

W: "my mate is not cursed. I'd know, having had an omen cat as kin."

R: "ough! What in Starclan's-"

W: "and second, I can protect myself."

W: "I can protect them, and I can protect you."

W: "But right now, they need their mama to also warm them up, no matter what circumstances led them to our care."

Art by @cappuccino-bear.]

(Wildclaw: 83, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor, good fighter)

(Rattlepelt: 74, female, artisan, thoughtful, leather artist)

(Midnightkit: 0, male, kit, polite)

(Valleykit: 0, male, kit, quiet)

Surprise, everyone! I've been working with a few of my most vocal fans for a special moon update featuring proper art of your beloved cats! I am so grateful to everyone who agreed to draw a scene, especially since they had to keep some events secret for a while. I adore each piece. The individuality of each style is powerful and adds so much life to this. I promise happier moments ahead, even with the normal chaos of the Clans!

[stupidlittlespirit]

Can we get a single crumb from the new chapter? Just a little nibble? I’m a hungry little caterpillar…

Seeing as you asked so nicely..... Short spoilers below, but they're subject to change as I'm still working on the chapter :)

Late at night, Ford builds castles in the air whenever his mind wanders to you, and each brick is more splendid than the last. Right at the beginning of his infatuation, the thoughts had been little more than foundations; What might you think of his latest discovery? Should he wear the same turtleneck today that you’d complimented last week? Innocent, shy things that he’d found easy to pretend to ignore. But they had grown to be impassioned the closer you’d gotten to him and since your most recent entanglement, they’ve become downright debaucherous. He’s tried to stop them, really he has, but they’re persistent and Ford only has so much energy.

While he may not be versed in the domain of sex, he’s imaginative enough to put the pieces together and brainstorm some ideas. He’s always enjoyed his own creations over commercial smut, anyway. Ford taps the ash from the end of his cigarette into one of the other spare coffee mugs on his desk and blows a long stream of smoke out into the air above him as he wonders what else you might like. 

You had been so receptive to his touch that night. Would you enjoy being held in the same way again? His hands on your waist, his body below yours, as eager to please as he always is. Could he draw even more sounds from you? And if he could, what might they be?....

--

That's all you're getting :)

[witchy667]

TDLR- My first awakening with my wolf when I was about 9 years old.

(TW for mentions of intense Christianity and some swearing)

So I don’t know when exactly I started feeling so connected to wolves. I partially think that it’s because I’ve always been animalistic/wolfish. So there wasn’t much of a “separation” when I was young cause that’s just who I was if that makes sense. I never thought my behavior to be odd cause I just did it. I had a lack of self control with impulses and instincts as a child. That plus my wolf tendencies and natural chemical imbalance made me seem a bit concerning I guess. I started collecting stuff and making art for wolves starting at age 6. I actually taught myself how to draw because I loved wolves so much. Learned just so I could draw wolves. So by age 9, I had a good collection of wolf affiliated items. I kept them in my windowsill. Had a mask I made by hand, a tail, snowglobes, stuffed animals: you name it. Around the age of 8 to 9 I was also looking into witchcraft to figure out a spell to change me physically into a werewolf. I would memorize different spells so I didn’t even have to read it off the paper while under the moonlight of the full moon at 12 AM. So I could focus fully and send my energy. I tried this multiple times. Being a kid, not knowing that the Internet had history my dad and stepmom found out. They thought that I was possibly possessed and was worshiping the wolves as a false God or idol.

They first forced me so sit down and watch quite a few possessions along with exorcisms after they “found out”. After that semi traumatic experience they forced me to get rid of all of my wolf stuff. Legit sold everything then made me physically destroy and rip up my art. I remember vividly ripping up a mask I worked on for months that got me attention in an art show. I was bawling and so angry but I’d rather me destroy it than them. I still regret that to this day, but what choice did I have? After that my dad and step mom no longer allowed me to behave “wolfish”. No more walking on my tiptoes, no more wearing a tail, no more rough housing, no more running on all fours in any regard, no more wolf books, somehow I was blessed they didn’t take my forest privileges away completely. They deadass even took my door OFF its hinges. For like a year straight. 🥲🙏 So it’s started being a huge fight to be my full self. But I never gave up regardless of their restrictions.

(Now to the awakening, lol. Sorry it’s so long, context was just needed to understand fully this next part)

One day my dad and step mom when on an out of town trip for a few days. (I was 9 at this time) So they hired our baby sitter Jenna to watch us. She decided to take us to the zoo to do something fun. (This was in upstate NY so it was a big zoo with lots of people, NOT NYC though!! lol) We got to the zoo and walked around for a while, obviously I only cared about the wolves. But I think Jenna knew that so she wanted to look at the wolves last. We make it through a majority of the zoo and I see the wolf cage. I’m immediately excited, I noticed right away as we were approaching that there was hella people and kids around the cage howling to get the wolves attention and to come close. I also noticed the wolves on the side of their enclosure eating, I don’t remember what it was expect it being red meat. So I knew that the wolves didn’t care as they were being fed the one or two times they could be in the day. Lastly, I somehow knew in my soul; in my bones; that if I stepped up to the cage it wouldn’t matter. They would come.

Then the world kind of drowned out. I didn’t really comprehend or see all the humans around me or even notice/care about my babysitter or brother’s presence. It was like I moved without thinking and just did what my instincts told me without thinking about it as I do it. I walked up to the cage and tilted my head back and just howled with my whole being. I shit you not both wolves stop eating and came over and sat right in front of me and stared at me. I opened my eyes and see them and I almost started crying. I noticed all of the strangers staring at me in disbelief along with my brother and Jenna. I felt in that moment that I am a wolf and no matter what they take from me they can never take me from me. They can never take the wolf away because I am a wolf.

So when my parents came back from their trip and my babysitter told them about the experience, it was so validating because after everything that they tried to do to break the connection it still didn’t work. And it just helped me know that no one can take it away. And it was the biggest fuck you and the wolves are with me. And I’ll cherish that memory forever.

Sorry for the super long wall of text I just really wanted to express this here because I thought it could potentially be relatable in some aspects. Along with this is definitely a part of my wolf journey.

[palettepainter]

ZOOT COUSINS DOODLE DUMP!! Lazer and Penny themed!! Sorry this one took a while, I ended up coming up with some awesome ideas on the Muppet server I'm on thanks to the help of my friends so it took me a bit to decide which doodles to post now and what to develop later

Brief lil notes on each drawing

1)Before he perused music and eventually became a DJ Lazer had a part time job working in a hair dressers his father frequented. Lazer thought about perusing it as a permanent career, but ultimately his heart was set on loud, heavy music. He helped Zephyr and Liv dye their hair when they expressed interest in trying it out

2-3)the twins as kids. Gavin (aka Lazer) has always been the more extroverted and outgoing of the two, with Penny pre her transition being the more withdrawn, quiet and antisocial one. Naturally this made Penny a target for bullying at school, which lead to Lazer getting into scuffles with classmates when standing up for her.

This was a factor that lead to Penny becoming so blunt and honest with her opinions after her transition, gaining the confidence to speak out when she sees something that she believes or is wrong, and why it is Lazer and her - despite their differences - are as close as they are

4-7) The twins's dad Carlos became close friends with Tina before his career as a presenter took off and before he became a farther, which meant that the twins would often be dragged along on trips to New Orleans when Carlos was in town visiting, which meant they were kind of forced to hang out with Teeth from an early age. Lazer and Teeth didn't become friends until later down the line when the two had started to flourish in their music careers (as a teen Teeth found Lazer to be a bit overbearing for his shyer self), but him and Penny became surprisingly understanding of each other. As teens both Teeth and Penny struggled to talk with their parents about certain things (Teeth for his dreams about music and Penny being in the closest about being trans), so overtime grew to become better at talking to each other and being their to support the other

After Penny's transition she was very nervous to see Teeth again after so long, especially given how much she had changed since they were kids. But it didn't take long for the two to hit it off as though nothing had changed and no time had passed! To this day Penny thinks of Teeth as one of her closest friends outside of family

8)Doodles of the goobers. I love Doddie's hair, drawing it all flowy is fun! Also I had an urge to draw her in Yor's iconic red jumper from Spy Family. I feel like it'd suit her! Lazer loves his pretty girlfriend very much

Doddie belongs to @posies-and-bundles

9-10) Lazer is a dad!! During the rise in his career when he began to properly grow in popularity, Lazer was getting stressed and burnt out from the workload. He had heard pets had calming affects on anxiety and stress, so brought what he believed was a kitten...turns out no, he hadn't brought a kitten. When Dubz kept growing, and especially when she sprouted wings one random day, Lazer discovered that Dubz wasn't just an ordinary pet and was more likely some weird creature like Animal. Que his panicked realisation of sudden parenthood:

"Welp guess this kid is my responsibility....oh my god- this kid is MY responsibility!!-"

Despite his panic and stress, the restless nights and anxiety, Lazer quickly grows attached to his weird little hairy baby and vice versa. He sought out support from Penny and Floyd (he and Floyd became good friends as kids), the latter of whom offered some pretty good advice for handling bizarre baby creatures, and Lazer later named her Dubz. Penny insisted she needed an actual name, so Lazer then changed it to Dubstep Gabrielle Hernandez. He wuvs his daughter so much he's such a girl dad, he takes Dubz to the shack often so Dubz can have playdates with Lottie

[rei-ismyname]

Cyclops earns Logan's respect through violence

The X-Men have just tangled with Proteus (and Moira, kinda) for the first time. It didn't go well, with Kurt and Logan feeling it the most after going through the looking glass. Logan is shutting down but Scott has an idea - insulting the fuck out of him. Really going to town emasculating, embarrassing, and provoking him into a fight. Are they lovers? Worse.

Scott knows what buttons to push. Chuck would be proud.

He figures he needs to speak Logan's language - toxic masculinity and ultraviolence. Kurt is like wtf are you doing? so Scott starts on him but it's in service of comparing him to Logan, accusing him of faking trauma.

Cyclops throws a drink in Wolverine's face and basically calls him a bitch, challenging him on their long rivalry. Logan takes the bait and stands up to fight. It's what Scott wanted but now he has to fight an angry and emasculated Wolverine. He keeps pushing him verbally during their fight, with his thought bubbles taking a very different tone. A judo flip and Logan is on his back, but he's up quickly and swinging to kill, bub.

Scott's shit talking intensifies, even as he's thinking about how difficult and dangerous this is. After framing the situation as 'man-to-man roughhousing' (so homoerotic) he moves to draw the other X-Men into the fight. There's a lot of drill sergeant vibes going on here, antagonising the team by giving them something to unite against. Scott flings Logan at Kurt, who is really not loving this at all.

'What's the matter shorty?' hits different

Banshee is wigging out, thinking they're going to kill each other - so he asks Colossus to break it up before someone dies. Jean knows what's going on, however, and tells them to stay out of it. Cyke is running rings around Logan, even reflecting an optic blast off Colossus to hit him from behind.

Woo, violence!

Kurt even speculates that Scott might be possessed, lol, so he tries to teleport in for a strike. Cyke has clearly played Space Invaders though, and he has his number, blasting him out of the sky.

With the others temporarily down, Ororo has finally had enough of this shit and she summons a lightning bolt as a warning. Cyclops plays possum a little then rolls into an optic blast right at her feet.

With three X-Men after him and more likely to join the fray (or just Storm getting serious) Scott quits while he's ahead, calling for peace. Logan especially doesn't think much of that notion until Scott and Jean explain. This was Scott leading and making sure the team was okay, Logan most of all.

Logan even opens up a little, admitting he was spooked. He says the obvious, that he hasn't thought much of Scott but is happy to concede he was wrong. I think Scott appreciates that more than he admits, and this is not the last time he'll have to fight all the X-Men. All that danger room training paid off. I could write a dozen essays on this issue but for now I'll just say it's an important one for the X-Men as a team as well as the Scott/Logan relationship.

I've never been in a paramilitary group, though I have had people try the tough love approach to my trauma. I don't speak to them anymore, because it's a messed up way to act. It's pretty satisfying here, and might even be the right decision. It's hard to argue with the results, but FR the X-Men all need therapy. Logan needs super therapy, or you know, to fight his friends every few months. This ISN'T Logan Behavior, not yet. It's messed up, but he's still a reasonable person at this point trying to be better. Havok and Polaris just watch without comment, which is kinda funny too.