#my least Having To Put Thought In outfits are the same t shirts i wear all the time but i want to prove that i have a wardrobe

[joelletwo]

problem: i always want to take advantage of traveling and Having An Occassion to dress up nice which means skirt outfits for me BUT itll confirm that im cis to my mom which will annoy me AND itd be less annoying to just pack for jeans in the Fake Spring so i dont have to worry about matching ten thousand outfit layers for varying cold temperatures BUT. i want to dress nice... ):

[spidybaby]

We never go out of style

Summary: Pedri agrees to let you be his stylist for the day and change his wardrobe for the better.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: a little something because I know how much we loved the Mercier look for the party. He looked so good, and I couldn't help myself thinking about what it would be to help him change his style.

"Can I be your stylist today?" You ask Pedri

You notice how he's looking for an outfit for the reunion at Pablo's house. He loves a good blue jeans and some random t-shirt he has.

But you know he got some pr sent to him from the Brand Mercier, and you already made a few outfits in your head for him.

"I promise it will look good in the end." You smile.

He narrows his eyes to you, not sure about that. He knows you have an amazing style, but he's not the type to take a lot to get dressed.

"I'm not sure if I want to try a new style today, preciosa."

You pout, all your ideas for his outfit thrown down now that he declined your offer of styling his outfit.

"Can I at least give you a recommendation?" You ask. He nods, moving to let you pick something and showing it to him. "What about this?"

You grab some white muslin cargo pants, a plain black shirt, not too tight, not too loose. And pair it with his white D&G portofino sneakers.

"If you don't like it, I get it, but at least give it a try."

You go back to finishing your hair, letting him decide if he wants to wear the clothes you picked or if he wants to go with his own picks.

"Ready, preciosa?" He asks.

You turn, noticing how he's wearing the outfit you picked for him. You smile at him, loving how the outfit fits his aura.

"You picked my choice!"

He laughs at how excited you look. "I did, me veo bien?" (Do I look good?) He asks, posing for you.

"Muy guapo." You hug him, giving him a small peck. "Let's go, we don't want to be late."

When you two arrive at the reunion, Pedri gets a lot of compliments. Every room he enters, a compliment. Every person he greets, a compliment.

"Platanito." Ferran shakes him by the shoulders. "Joder! You got better at dressing yourself or what?" He jokes.

Pedri smiles, rolling his eyes at his friends tease. "I got myself a stylist." He laughs, turning to you.

"Finally!" Pablo says. "That person did an amazing job because this suits you."

You smile, not revealing you are the creator of his outfit. Letting him get all the compliments and the attention.

"Can you help me with my outfit?" He asks you from the closet. "Por favor."

You were watching a movie with him, but he got a call from his agent to go to a quick meeting with him and some other players that were represented by him.

"Si, let me pull you something together."

You take a few minutes to pick the right things. Not wanting to go out of his comfort zone but not wanting the skinny jeans to make a comeback.

"Do you have your blue sambas?"

"I do. I never thought I was going to wear them, but I think I was wrong."

"Put them on. It will make a difference with the outfit."

You let him finish his dressing on his own, walking to his bathroom and picking his favorite perfume.

"Let me spray you." You ask him, signaling him to open his arms so you sprayed his chest area. "That's it."

He smiles, taking a turn to show you his outfit, you smile at how confident and happy he looks.

"A model," you joke. Pecking him. "Go already, so you can come back quickly." You jokingly push him out of the room.

He got the same reactions he got at the party, everybody was telling him how amazing he looked.

How this new style fits him better than the skinny jeans, how it makes him look more mature and more presentable.

He was over the moon with how many people around him and even on the internet because Fer sent him some tweets he saw were praising him.

"I need your stylist number." Ferran says. "I want to update my closet."

He smirks. Nobody knew it was you because you let him have the shine and the praise. "You have her number already."

"Really?" Ferran sks, confused. "Is someone we met before?"

"It's Y/n." He confess.

Ferran was surprised. He praised how good you were at styling your outfits, but he never thought Pedri would agree to change his comfort style to experiment.

"Would you be mad if I ask her to help me with my style?"

Ferran is your friend, you two have a good relationship. But he asked pedri first because he didn't want things to get misinterpreted.

"Just don't copy my new style." He jokes. Hitting Ferran on the head. "Adiós, tiburón. See you at training."

Pedri drove back to his place. You were waiting for him there. He walks into his room, noticing you were playing on his iPad.

"I'm back, amor." He got closer, kissing your forehead.

"Hola!" You grab his cheeks. "How was your night?"

He taps his nose to yours, rubbing it in an Eskimo kiss. You love it when he does that. "I missed you." He kisses your nose and your cheek.

"Missed you too."

He hugs you, you wrap your arms around him and pushed him down with you. Making him lay down on top of you.

"Ferran asked me if it was true that I was the one who is behind your new style."

"Es un tonto." He laughs. "He wants you to help him too. But you're not allowed to give your best ideas to him, save those for me."

"You always get the best of me, guapo."

"As I should." He laughs, kissing you.

You love how confident Pedri has become since he decided to change his style for the better. He loves being praised.

"Pedri is so happy with you." Ferran says. "He's also so confident now. Love suits the two of you."

You blush at his words. You love hearing how Pedri is happy to be with you. Mostly because you are very happy to be with him.

"We are here, niña." Ferran parks in front of Pedri's house. He was standing in front of his door waiting for you. "Lover Boy waiting for his princess." He jokes. Making you laugh with him.

"Adiós, Ferran." You kiss his cheek goodbye. "Thank you for today, it was fun."

"Thank you, I love you for helping me. And don't worry, I will make it up to you."

You shake your head, opening the door and walking out of the car. "Adiós, Fer!"

He waved back again. "Adiós, Pedri." He shouts as he drives off.

You walk to the entrance of his house, he's waiting with open arms for you. "How was it, preciosa?"

"Mmm, kiss me first." You smile, grabbing his face and planting a kiss to his lips. "I love you so much."

He smiles into the kiss, he loves how your love language is physical touch. You are clingy in a good way. And he can't complain because he loves it as much as you do.

"It was so good, so fun." You say.

You helped Ferran with his closet renovation, helping him with the shopping and picking some outfits for the next games they have.

Pedri can't deny he felt a little jealous, not from Ferran in a bad way. But about how he ignored how much you loved doing styling jobs.

And he feels like the way you help his friend is to get him to a next fashion level. He's not a fashion icon, he's not Jules Koundé.

But he's ready to let you do what you asked him to do many times. He is going to let you change his style.

"And I got myself a bag." You lift the paper bag from the store. Showing off your purchase. "It was so much fun." You finish with the story of how your day with ferran was.

He warms dinner for you, you talk with him about his schedule, planning for a dinner date.

"Hey, are you free tomorrow?"

"I am." You say thinking. "Just need to pick my pills from the pharmacy. Why?"

He doesn't know how to ask, he feels weird because of all the times he declined your help, saying that he knew what his style was like.

"Want to go shopping with me?"

Your eyes light up, you were so happy he asked you that. "Si!" You smile like the Alice in Wonderland cat. "But first, we have to do a purge of your closet."

"Let's eat dinner and go do that."

You two talked about what kind of clothes he wanted to include into his style and what kind he wants to stop wearing.

"You are going to hate me." You say, walking with a box that you marked as "donations".

You place it on the floor in the middle of his walk-in closet. He rolls his eyes in a funny way. He knows this would be hard but he needs to.

"Preciosa, don't worry, you have full permission to do what you think is right."

You have a devious smile. Your eyes are already on his cut-off skinny jeans. He follows your gaze. Shaking his head and walking closer to the jeans.

"Give it." You order. "Now."

"But I wanted to take them for vacations."

You let him think you moved from them. Grabbing some Jean shorts, putting them into the box.

"Any jackets, mi amor?" You ask, making him turn.

You grab the jeans quietly and put them on the side of the box. He was picking two jackets that were not a fit for him.

"Seriously?" He asks, noticing the Jeans on the box. "Y/n!"

"I love you." You smile at him. Grabbing the jackets and putting them on top of his jeans. "Back off, Pedro."

"It's Pedriiiii." He laughs, making the i sound for long. "Repeat after me. Pe."

"Pe." You roll your eyes at him, smiling.

"Dri"

"Dri."

"Pedri." He smiles.

"Pedri!" You smile. "Pass me the t-shirts you want to let go of, Pedri."

"Mhm, that's better." He kisses the top of your head, handing you the clothes. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, and we can go to the mall early so we don't find that many people."

"Okay, Pedri." You joke with him.

"It's amor, for you." He pouts, kissing your lips.

"Turn around." You say, clapping your hands at the sight of him. "Joder, you look so good."

"You think so?" He asks, blushing a little. "Isn't this jacket too much?"

You walk over to him, fixing the necklace of the jacket and fixing his hair. "Look at yourself." You point at the mirror. He turns, eyes on yours. "Do you like how you look?"

"It's new to me because I never wore this type of style."

"But are you okay with the idea of wearing this? Do you feel uncomfortable?" You ask him, again.

"I don't, I like the way I look so much!"

You smile, giving him more options. "You look amazing, Pepi." You say. "The last few clothes."

He nods, walking fast to the fitting room. He changed again, walking out for you to see him. "That's amazing, my boyfriend is a piece of cake." You take pictures of him to show him how good he looks on photos.

"Thank you for doing this with me, I love you for always having time for me and for always making me feel good in everything I want to wear."

"Don't thank me, I'll be there for you no matter how atrocious your outfits are." You pitch his cheeks, making him laugh. "No, really. I'm here for you, always."

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[hannieoftheyear]

sexting with Mingyu pt.2

how much does a relationship (more like a 'forced to coexist' acquaintance) change after sexting? the result may shock you.

this is part 2 of my sexting au! you can check out part 1 here

genre: kim mingyu x fem reader, pwp, smut with fluff at the end, MDNI!

warnings: switch mingyu, lotss of teasing, fingering, cum eating, protected penetration, he has a big dick, size kink if you squint.

w.c: 6k hehe

note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♡ I hope you like this, and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes

Kim Mingyu: guys I told Seokminnie to come at 9😊 [15:36 pm]

Kim Mingyu: come to my place at 8 so we can arrange everything🙏

Kim Mingyu: and don’t forget to bring the stuff on the list😁

The new text from the group chat made exclusively for tonight’s surprise party lights up your screen, taking your attention away from the tv show you were watching.

You have the urge to ask why he decided the time on the same day, but you don’t. You have a feeling that things are still a little awkward, and you never talked much anyways so it would be weird.

These few days, even if you tried not to, the only thing occupying your mind was your little chat with Mingyu.

Can sexting change your view of a person? That sounds so stupid. You were never mean to him, on purpose at least, and you would always think twice before going somewhere if he was going too. But now, you find yourself a little excited at the idea of seeing him.

You have about four hours to get ready and half an hour to get to Mingyu’s place. There’s plenty of time, so you finish the episode of New Girl you were re-watching and begin to get ready.

You absolutely do not think about seeing Mingyu for the first time since your… conversation. Not during your shower, where you shave your whole body. Not while picking a cute outfit you don’t usually wear that flatters your body and shows off your boobs. And absolutely not while doing your make up, you just happen to choose a red lipstick that has been sitting collecting dust since you bought it. There’s nothing wrong with trying different things sometimes!

Looking in the mirror, you realize that maybe you went a little overboard, not enough so that your friends would think it’s on purpose, but it is definitely noticeable.

Whatever. You’ll welcome whatever attention you might get. There’s no time to change anyway. You have to leave now, or you’ll be late, so you grab your purse and go out.

You were tasked to bring the cake, so you drop by the cake shop a few blocks from your home and take a taxi afterward. It was a simple two tiered pink cake that said “Happy Birthday," but looking at it, already seated on the cab, you can’t help feeling like you’re forgetting something.

Checking the list over and over again doesn’t help. It only says “cake" and your name beside it. You’re thinking about what could possibly be so obviously necessary that no one thought to write it down. And then you remember, CANDLES! Painfully, obviously, and pretty needed for a birthday cake.

It’s too late to go back now because you’re already 2 minutes away.

It’s fine.

It’s completely fine.

You’re sure someone else might have thought about it and will bring some. Mingyu has to have candles around just in case the power goes out. Maybe in the box there’s a candle the cake shop puts just in case.

The taxi leaves you at 8 pm sharp at Mingyu’s building. You try to calm down during the elevator ride, and it’s not until you’re at the door, knocking, that you remember at whose house you’re at. And realize that it’s just a little bit too quiet inside.

Mingyu opens the door, knowing it’s you on the other side. You’re always the first one to arrive.

You know you should be more put together, but you’re left without words at the sight of him. His hair is pushed back, a little wet still. He was probably on the shower while you were on the way. His outfit is simple, black jeans and a white t-shirt, but it somehow looks amazing on him. How does someone make a plain white t-shirt look so good? It’s almost unfair to everyone else.

Too lost in thought, you don’t realize you have the same effect on him. He’s left breathless by the sight of you. He thinks you have never looked this beautiful.

A door opens at the end of the hallway, and the sound takes you both out of your trance. He’s the first one to speak.

“Hey sorry, come on in.” Mingyu says with an embarrassed tone you almost don’t catch. He moves to the side to let you through and speaks up again. “You’re first like always.”

“Yeah, they can’t be punctual at all." You’re standing awkwardly looking at the cake in your hands while he closes the door.

“Should I put this in the fridge?" Your eyes point to the cake Mingyu didn’t register before.

“Sure let me -" He tries taking it from your hands, but you back away.

“I can do it.” It comes out drier than you want to, so you look him in the eyes and show him a little smile. Even if your “friendship” didn’t change drastically in a matter of days, you don’t want to still have a rocky relationship. That seems to make him relax.

“There should be enough room.” You hear him say as you’re walking towards the kitchen.

You know his apartment like the palm of your hand by now. It seems like he’s the only one willing to have many people over at once, so the hangouts are always here.

He follows behind you and stands in the kitchen while you try to figure out the best way to store it without getting it damaged.

“Oh I should tell you I forgot the candles, I’m sorry I don’t know why I didn’t think about it but I remembered on the way here and it was too late, but I thought maybe you had some here but if not we can just ask the guys I’m sure some of them aren’t even on the way yet and-" You turn around after you place the cake on the fridge and you blurt out the apology, only to find Mingyu standing right behind you.

He's so close you can smell his cologne. The one he always uses that you secretly love and wish you could steal, but he doesn’t have to know that. His body so close to yours does not affect you. In any way.

“I bought them don’t worry.” You sigh, relieved that you didn’t ruin anything with your stupid mistake.

“Oh thank God!" You start and look at him in the eyes, “Thank you, really. I was panicking on the elevator. I thought I ruined the cake because-"

“You should be a rapper." Mingyu suddenly interrupts you.

“What?” You look at him, very confused by his statement, and he just laughs.

“You just said 50 words in like two seconds.” He adds in between laughs.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You punch him lightly on one arm, “I was actually worried!” You really try to sound mad, but his laugh is awfully contagious and brings you to laugh with him.

“I don’t think you spoke that many words to me in years." He suddenly says, still laughing, but your smile dies slowly because you realize he’s right.

“Yeah well…” You’re looking at him directly in the eyes. His smile is still plastered on his face, a little faded but there nevertheless.

Your eyes move to the side, to not make eye contact with him as you say “Things change.”

The atmosphere shifts as fast as a heartbeat. You’re suddenly very aware of your body so close to his. Mingyu’s gaze wander to your lips a second too long before it goes back to your eyes. Slowly, he begins closing in the space between your bodies. You step back but find yourself caged in between him and the counter.

His warmth embraces you when he places an arm on your side to cage you in more. He has to crouch to look you right in the eyes. “How?” You barely register his question, his closeness making you dizzy. “What?”

“What changed?” For sure he’s trying to take a reaction out of you, and you hate that he’s succeeding. But you can have your fun too.

“You know… when you make a guy cum in his pants your relationship changes.”

He doesn’t seem affected by your response, quite the opposite, actually. He might be enjoying it, judging by the smirk forming on his mouth.

“You know damn well I did not cum in my pants”

“Didn’t you? Huh… I guess I wasn’t that impressed because I would remember otherwise.” Impressed you were. And remember you do. But you like annoying him.

He sighs, acting shocked as he puts his right hand on his chest. “How could you?” You giggle at his silliness.

But his arms are back to caging you in a millisecond. “I’ll have to make you remember then.”

You can’t resist it when your eyes drop from his eyes to his lips, suddenly calling to you like he’s got you under a spell. He seems to notice because his smirk makes a reappearance.

So slow, you barely even notice, his face comes closer by the second. It's so painfully slow he’s for sure doing it on purpose.

“And how would you do that, may I ask?” Now it’s your turn to smirk as your eyes go up back to his eyes, defying him.

His face is so close now that you can feel his breath on you. Your lips are only separated from his by bare millimeters. You’re about to tilt your chin up to connect them when someone knocks on the front door.

Mingyu drops his head as he sighs and separates from you a few inches. Your hands find their way to his chest and push him back a little to draw his attention.

“You should probably get that.” His head goes back up at your words and gives you a disappointed look.

His gaze goes down to your lips. “I don’t want to.” You smile at his reaction. You don’t really want it either, but more people are going to start showing up, so you need to get going. The person outside knocks again, and you push him one more time, a little harder this time, so he gives you space to leave his arm prison.

“Go! I’ll start putting up decorations.”

He gives up and let’s his arms go from the counter, but you don’t move. You watch his form as he turns around and walks to the door.

You were always amazed at how tall he was, his broad shoulders and strong back that somehow ended in a tiny waist. Somehow, what he was wearing today accentuated all of that.

The door opens, and you hear Mingyu welcoming whoever was outside.

The night goes as smoothly as it could have. When Seokmin arrives, everyone shouts happy birthday, and he looks genuinely surprised. But then you all find out he actually knew because Soonyoung accidentally told him yesterday. Wonderful evening.

After all the singing and shouting, someone you can’t see puts music, and the drinks start rolling in. You had no idea there was that much alcohol at the party to make like 15 people drunk, but you’re not complaining.

It's already 4am when you start feeling the effects of alcohol leave your body.

You’ve been sitting on the couch watching Wonwoo destroy everyone at Mario Kart. You don’t dare to try to play against him, so you just sat back to laugh.

Everyone eventually grows bored of the game. Some go back to their homes, but you and a few others stay to hang out.

Mingyu, on the other hand, started tidying up when people started leaving. He doesn’t mind people staying over, but he prefers cleaning now, so he doesn’t have to do it when he wakes up. He’s still listening to the conversation, though, throwing in a few comments here and there or laughing.

When he finally finishes it’s a little over 4:30 am. There’s no room on the couch, and he doesn’t want to sit on the floor, so he stands against the wall facing the group.

You’re sprawled out on the couch, resting your legs on top of Vernon’s who’s sitting at the other end. The guys are debating about… something. You stopped understanding a while ago. You just laugh when someone says something funny.

It’s when Mingyu comments about something Wonwoo said that you notice he finished with whatever he was doing, standing there in his full glory. Your eyes can’t seem to move away from him, and you don’t resist it either. His hair is now messy, and he's sweating a little bit. He catches you staring and raises his eyebrows. You shrug in response.

The chatter becomes background noise as you two play a staring game. You don’t dare move your eyes off of him, and he doesn’t either. After a few minutes, you motion a “What?” With your mouth.

He grabs his phone without breaking eye contact, but ultimately does to unlock it and starts texting someone. You realize that someone is you when his gaze is back at you, and your phone vibrates in your back pocket.

No one is paying attention to you. The guys are still debating, maybe about something else now, so you grab your phone without getting noticed. The only person who notices is Vernon because you move your legs off of him, but he doesn’t even glance at you, just re positions himself.

Kim Mingyu: so how long are you staying? [4:33 am]

You look up at Mingyu with an incredulous look, and he just motions for you to reply.

You: wow no emojis this time

Kim Mingyu: I’m being serious😔

When you look at him he’s actually making the same face as the emoji. Cute.

You: for how long am I welcomed? [4:34 am]

Kim Mingyu: you can stay however long you please

You: I was thinking I might leave when the guys leave

You: but they seem to have a lot of energy today

Kim Mingyu: I can tell them to leave [4:35 am]

You: you want me to leave that badly?

Kim Mingyu: I want you to stay.

Kim Mingyu: but I don’t want them to be here

You giggle at his response. That definitely draws attention to you because Seungkwan asks “Who’s got you giggling like that?”

“No one.” You rush to reply, and hope no one sees your eyes dart to Mingyu before adding “You don’t know him.”

The interest dies soon enough, but you know Seungkwan will ask you again later.

Your eyes find their way back to Mingyu’s to find him already looking at you, waiting for you to text him again. You raise your eyebrows at him before going back to your phone.

You: don’t be mean they’re your friends! [4:37 am]

Kim Mingyu: when I’m done with you you’ll thank me

You: done with me?🤔

Kim Mingyu: you’ll see…

Kim Mingyu: do you want to stay? [4:38 am]

You: only if you make me breakfast in the morning

You: I hear you’re a really good cook

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he starts subtly kicking everyone out, saying stuff like “hey guys it’s getting late," and “you’re all gonna be wrecked tomorrow."

Someone jokes “that’s him politely asking us to get the fuck out", and everyone laughs as they start picking up their stuff.

You also start grabbing your stuff and cleaning around you, although slower than everyone else.

It’s around 5 am. when the last few start heading out the door. You get asked how you’re leaving. You lie and say you called an Uber, and you’ll just wait here for it.

You’re back on the couch as Mingyu closes the door after the last person leaves, awkwardly sitting while waiting for him.

Butterflies show up on your stomach when Mingyu appears in the hallway, walking straight to you with a smile on his face.

The atmosphere feels awkward as he sits beside you. You want to say something, but your mind is blank. There’s really only one thing you can think about.

Mingyu opens his mouth to speak, but you get up and sit on his lap, one leg on each side of his hips.

“So what’s with all that talk earlier?” Your hands position themselves on his shoulders almost like they’re meant to be there.

Mingyu’s shocked for a second before he focuses his eyes on your lips and licks his.

“C-Can we talk about what h-happened the other day first?” He mentally kicks himself for stuttering. But his words contradict his actions. His hands are around your waist keeping you in place, and his eyes don’t leave your lips, like he’s on a trance.

“What happened was…” You grab the side of his face and get close to his ear to whisper “You got horny because of me, and I helped you.” Slowly, you go back so you can see his blushed face. “Is that right?”

But blushing doesn’t prevent Mingyu from teasing you too. “Acting like you weren’t practically begging for me huh?” His hands slowly travel from your waist to your thighs.

“Says the one who actually begged to cum.” You try your luck and grind softly against his growing bulge and he squeezes your thighs, closing his eyes lightly.

“You liked it.”

“I did, yeah." Now your hands are on his very firm chest. Mingyu sighs as you grind on him again, a little harder this time. Your faces are so close you feel his breath fanning over you, and you can’t resist your eyes when they focus on his parted lips.

When he opens his eyes again there’s only one thing on his mind, the thing that has been plaguing him since you arrived so many hours ago.

“Can I kiss you?” Mingyu says softly, almost in a whisper.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” You grind on him, hard enough to feel his already hard bulge, and you feel how your panties get ruined by your arousal.

“You’re funny.”

“I get that a lot.” Mingyu’s hands go back to your waist to make you grind on him again, setting a pace that’s not fast but hard enough to create more friction between your cores.

Electricity flows between your bodies. You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck, your faces barely millimeters apart. His lips are still parted, just like yours, releasing little sighs that almost make your lips barely touch.

“Please.” He pleas in a whisper, and you swear a million butterflies explode in your stomach. You can’t resist it anymore. You can't resist him.

You connect your lips with his, and Mingyu reacts instinctively. He wraps his arms around your waist, almost as if to keep you from getting away. As if you ever would.

The feeling of his lips against yours is addictive. He’s kissing you like he wants to erase any trace of anyone who has ever kissed you, making your lips his, so needy and hungry for more.

He thrusts up, making you moan in his mouth, and takes the opportunity to meet his tongue with yours, deepening the kiss and making you more addicted to him. If that’s even possible.

Mingyu’s hands start roaming your body, traveling from your waist to your thighs, and then up to your neck. Your skin burns everywhere he touches, and you want more. You want to feel him everywhere all at once.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt. You lift it up just a little so you can touch his abs without fabric in the way. You feel him smile against your lips at your touch.

He breaks the kiss, and you chase after his lips. When you open your eyes, you find him smirking at you. His lips are swollen, and he’s stained red all around because of your lipstick. You figure you look the same. “Eager are we?"

“Yes very in fact.” You grab the hem of his shirt again and push it up. “Take this off.”

He obliges, but not before laughing softly at your eagerness. You follow his moves and also remove your tiny top. You can’t move your eyes away from his bare chest, and your hands immediately touch him, but he stops you.

“This too.” His hands sneak behind your back to unclasp your bra.

As soon as the bra is off, you push yourself against him and kiss him again. His hands are quickly on your tits, thumbs going in circles around your nipples.

“Ah! You’re making me crazy.” You manage to say almost in a moan.

The clothes in your lower bodies soon begin to annoy the both of you, and the friction is no longer enough.

Reluctantly, you get up, and now it’s his time to chase after your lips.

Mingyu understands immediately and also gets up. You remove your shorts while he gets rid of his jeans, and in no time, you're sitting on top of him again. Only your underwear in between you now.

You trace kisses down his neck, leaving marks, so that he has a reminder of you for a few days. His now fully hard dick presses against your clit just right. Your panties are so soaked they’re beginning to stain Mingyu’s boxers too.

He kisses you hard to quiet down both of your moans, as his hands sneaks down to your core and his fingers start stroking your pussy through your panties.

“You’re so wet already.”

“That’s because you’ve been teasing me for like 20 minutes.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.” You roll your eyes playfully. “But if you don’t actually touch me in the next five seconds I’m going to lose my mind.”

He chuckles, and you think he’s about to kiss you again, but you’re starting to learn that Mingyu is a man full of surprises.

In a swift move, he turns your body around, your back now against his chest, and spreads your legs wide. One hand sneaks under your panties while the other plays with one of your boobs.

You quickly turn into a moaning mess as he starts circling around your clit and pinches your nipple. But it’s not enough. “Mingyuu.” It comes out more whiny than you’d like, but right now that’s the least of your worries.

“Tell me.” His finger slows down but also presses harder. You squirm under him, and he kisses your neck softly. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“I-I need your fingers.” Your words barely get out.

“But I am touching you” He feigns confusion. His fingers stroke from your hole to your clit, collecting your arousal and spreading it.

“Inside.” You grind on his fingers in hope of getting more friction, but he slips his hand away from you. You see his fingers glisten with arousal and feel a new wave gushing out of you. “Please.”

You don’t see, but rather feel Mingyu smile against your neck. “Whatever you want baby.”

His hand is back under your underwear in no time, playing with your hole and collecting your juices with his fingers. You grind against his hand as he slides two fingers in.

Not even your imagination could have prepared you. His thick fingers stretch you more than you ever could, and the slow but deep thrusts let you feel him in places your fingers could never reach. You can’t hold back the moans that comes out of you.

“Oh my God! Mingyu faster please!” You’re not ashamed to beg anymore.

His palm is creating friction on your clit while his other hand is still playing with your nipples, and he thrusts into you faster.

You pace your grinds to match his hand, and you’re sure this is what heaven feels like. You feel the tightness in your stomach close to snapping.

“I’m so close!” You breathe out.

Mingyu slows down his thrusts, and you’re about to complain when you feel him add a third finger. He’s stretching you deliciously, knuckles deep inside you. You can feel him everywhere.

“Cum on my fingers c’mon” He demands as he speeds up. His fingers reach the spongy spot inside you that makes you jelly and abuse it.

You’re cumming on his fingers faster than ever. Shaking on top of him as he thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, helping you ride out your orgasm.

When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, you’re still breathless. Mingyu surprises you again when he moves his slick covered fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

You remove your panties once and for all and turn around. You feel his still hard cock under you and he winces at the friction.

“That was really hot.” You state, and his whole face turns red.

“I’m not done with you.” In one swift movement, you have your back against the couch and your head on the armrest. “I really wanna eat you out.”

And who are you to stop such a determined man? You grab his face and kiss him hard, tasting your arousal in him. “Okay.”

He starts a trail of kisses on your thigh, slowly going down until he reaches your cunt, but skips it and starts kissing your other leg. You whine in response as you grab his head and put it back on your core. You feel his breath on your bare cunt and shiver.

He looks at you in the eyes and barely licks your lower lips. You sigh at the little contact. “Stop teasing.”

His hands open up your legs and he flattens his tongue on your lips, licking in up and down motions and kissing your clit.

When he experimentally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you moan and instinctively close your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

With his head now trapped in between your thighs, his tongue licks you from your clit and to your hole, tasting and savoring your arousal like it’s his last meal.

He toys with your clit and your hands find themselves in his hair again, pushing him more against your cunt. He moans when you pull at his hair, sending vibrations straight to your core and you feel a wave of arousal gushing out of you and to his mouth.

His tongue teases your hole, stroking the tip in and out lightly. You push his head into you again and his nose bumps into your clit, taking a moan out of you.

“Feels so good" You grind against his tongue as it keeps teasing your hole and his nose stimulates your clit.

Your orgasm hits you hard and fast and you’re cumming on Mingyu’s mouth in no time. He keeps his mouth on you, licking every last drop of arousal that gushes out. You have to pull at his hair to make him stop.

When he lifts his head up from you, his chin is shiny with arousal, and he’s smiling.

You waste no time and make him sit on the couch again, “Now it’s tour turn."

You kneel on the floor as you remove his boxers. Even after seeing him on video and feeling him under you, you were not prepared to see how big Mingyu actually was.

His cock springs out against his stomach, angry red and already leaking pre cum.

It barely fits in your hand, and he sighs at your touch. You give a few experimental pumps, but he stops you.

“I don’t have much longer. Do you have a condom?”

“You wanna be inside me that bad?”

“Yes.” He responds quickly. You chuckle as you grab your purse. You find the one you put while getting ready and open it.

He squirms under your hands as you put it on him. As soon as the condom is on, he grabs you and gets you on top of him again. You both sigh as your cores touch.

You grind on him, covering his cock with your juices and you both moan as he traces your neck with bites and kisses.

“Looks who’s teasing now.”

“It’s fun seeing you frustrated.” You stop your movements, and he looks at you frowning. You can’t resist his sudden cuteness and give him a peck as you resume grinding on him. His tip grazes your clit and you shiver.

“You’re making me crazy.” He breathes out, and you can’t help to chuckle.

“Can you cum like this?”

“I want to cum inside you.” His whiny response takes you by surprise.

His hands grab you by the waist and lift you up. With one hand you grab his cock and position it under your hole.

You steady yourself, putting your hands on the back of the couch, and slowly start going down.

If you thought his fingers reached places no one ever has before, then you’re sure his dick is creating more space for you to feel him. You can feel every vein dragging inside of you.

You suppress your moans by kissing him, and he sighs in your mouth when you bottom out.

You’re so full you’re having trouble breathing. He keeps you still, giving you time to adjust. Even the tiniest move makes him twitch inside of you.

“You’re so fucking big Mingyu.”

“I told you I'd make it fit.” He wraps his arms around your waist and brings you to him to kiss you. You moan, feeling him grind inside you, and he stills.

You start grinding on him slowly. You’re sighing on each other’s mouths, savoring every drag of his dick inside of you, feeling him reach deeper with every thrust.

Your hands travel to his chest and start playing with his nipples. He thrusts up when you pinch one nipple lightly, hitting exactly where you need it and making you moan louder, so you do it again.

“Yes like that Mingyu.” That encourages to start thrusting up harder and matching your pace.

One of his hands creeps down to your cunt and start playing with your sensitive clit, still wet from his spit, and the other plays with one of your nipples.

You start clenching around him, eliciting a moan out of him.

“You’re so tight around me baby.” He says almost in a moan. “I'm so close."

His thumb is still playing with your swollen clit, making you squirm and clench so hard it’s hard to keep grinding on him. You collapse on his chest and he embraces you as he fastens his moves.

He's thrusting so deep and hard. You're sure he's marking you as his. Ruining you for any other man,  spelling his name in your insides so you're forever his.

Your bodies are so close together that your clit is rubbing against his abs, a friction you've never experienced but it makes the tightness on your stomach come so close to snapping you can almost taste it.

A few hard thrusts later you’re coming undone on top of him. But his thrusts don’t stop, chasing his high while you’re clenching around him, making him go crazy. You’re staring to feel the overstimulation when you feel him twitch inside you, and his thrusts come to a stop.

You stay like that, your head on his shoulder and his arms around your waist while you regulate your breaths. Your torsos pushed together allow you to feel the beating of his heart.

Mingyu relaxes his arms from around you, and you release yourself from his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck and look him in the eye.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He chuckles at your question.

“I’m still inside you, and you want to talk?” His reply sends shivers down your spine, and you unconsciously clench around him. He drops his head back in a sigh, and his hands find their way to your hips.

“Are you staying over?” Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes, and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no to him. You just nod as an answer, and he smiles like you just gave him a million dollars.

He surges forward to kiss you and you both wince at the stimulation from the sudden movement. “I think we should get up.” You chuckle with his mouth still on yours.

He helps you get up, and you instantly miss the fullness of having him inside.

While you grab your clothes from the floor, he disposes of the condom and goes to his bedroom. He comes back with one of his shirts to give to you. Your stomach gives a little jump at the idea of sleeping with his t-shirt as he shows you where the bathroom is so you can clean up.

When you finish and go to Mingyu’s bedroom, he’s waiting for you already inside the covers, a smile still plastered on his face. You sit on the bed and give him a peck, but he doesn’t let you go as he deepens the kiss and hugs you close to him.

“Mingyu the sun is about to come up. We need to sleep.” You manage to say with his lips on yours, and he smiles. You separate, but neither of you make any moves to go to sleep. You lay facing each other, admiring each other’s features in silence, when he suddenly says.

“Can I confess something?” That definitely wakes you up.

“You’re not a murderer are you?” You joke, and he shakes his head as he puts one string of your hair behind your ear.

“I know we didn’t really like each other until a few days ago…" He says, now with a serious expression on his face, and you listen carefully. “and I’m not saying this just because you made me cum on the phone…” He continues very seriously but you can’t help to chuckle lightly. Mingyu removes his eyes from you a little embarrassed by what he’s about to say, “and I don’t know why you sent me that photo the other day and I might be embarrassing myself saying this but, I think I kinda like you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

You stay in silence a few seconds, processing what Mingyu just said. He doesn’t dare to look at you.

“Can I confess something too?” Your question makes him look at you again. He stares at you with those puppy eyes you’re learning you’re too soft for. “I sent that picture by accident the other day.” He looks worried, fearing that what you’re saying means you’re rejecting him, so you quickly continue, “but I don’t regret it.” You see a little smile appear on his lips. “I think we were very stupid not talking all these years, we could’ve save a lot of time if you just showed me your monster cock before!” You can’t help to joke to lighten the serious mood and he laughs with you.

You grab his face and give him a little peck. “I think I might like you too, but we need to see how it goes first.”

He smile grows impossibly wider at your words. “Let me take you on a date tomorrow.”

You chuckle at his eagerness. He’s too cute for his own good. “Ok let’s go out tomorrow.”

He hugs you and brings you closer to him again, taking his time sweetly kissing you while his hands sneak under his shirt to touch your skin.

In a swift motion, Mingyu traps you under him again, your back on the mattress, and he presses against you to let you feel his already growing bulge. “Oh my god you’re insatiable.” You say as you grind against him, earning a moan out of him. “Look who’s talking.”

note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♥︎ I'm sorry the ending is kind of abrupt

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Father's Day Special(JJK Oneshot)

Tags/Warning: AFAB/Female Reader, Family life, Domesticity, Fluff, Unhinged Crack(Especially near the End), Mention of Balls but not Smut(I promise), JJK OC(but not main X Reader)

Word Count: 5.5k words

Pairing: Toji x Fem!Reader

Reader Pronouns/Usage: (She/Her), Mama, Mom, Doll, Baby

So I know I'm three days late for Father's Day but I couldn't help but write this out. It's been busy and absolute hell with getting ready for Uni. But by July, things will slow down and I can focus more on getting shit down and stop procrastinating. I hella miss writing, I needa get back into the grove of it.

Also, forgot to mention, this fic was based on a true event. Dramatization was an all time high but loosely based on an interaction I had with my own mom lol

“What do you think Dad wants, Megumi?”

“Honestly, I have no clue. I thought Mom was hard but it’s actually Dad.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because he never buys anything new. Even if he does, it’s either meant for the house or us. Dad still wears the same black t-shirt since we were kids. He doesn’t have expensive taste either. No cologne, no wrist watch, no shoes, nothing.”

Tsumiki and Megumi feel more empathetic to Toji than either right now. Father’s Day is tomorrow and the two are out trying to get their dad a gift. But just like Toji, they feel stuck on what to get him. With you, their mother, it’s more subtle and personalized. Tailored to your taste and personality, seems hard at first but gets easier once getting the smaller details. Is it more on the pricier side? Yes, but you are their mother and do so much for them that you deserve anything and everything good to come your way.

But Toji, he’s a different story.

Growing up, the two saw how laidback their dad was. No putting much effort into keeping appearance or staying with the latest trends. They learned early on that Toji only dresses decently, or at least looks presentable, because of you. Outfit coordination was all on you, you always picked out Toji’s outfit or had the final say on what he’s wearing. Obviously over time, he’s learned the art of dressing himself up but he always asks you for the final say.

Anyhow, clothes are out because Megumi and Tsumiki know Toji wears them until they are rags. He still wears the same basketball shorts around the house since they were babies.

They’re teenagers in high school now.

Toji’s old shirts and shorts just get converted to loungewear and home clothes. Some of them have holes but Toji seems to care less about them. Toji also has no expensive taste or an interest in creating one. He believes you pay for the quality but that’s on certain things like a wrench or drill. He never understood the whole throwing your money to look high class. Pointing out that things can stick out like a nail and look out of place. He grew up in a family with money, he knows.

Then Toji literally has everything he needs. That’s what the kids always hear.

“I have (Y/N), my kids, a nice house with space to work, food, and my equipment. The hell I need anything else when it’s all right ‘ere.”

People’s dreams and aspirations are different. Having a family is a common one many have. But Megumi and Tsumiki could clearly see the fond and tender nature their dad somehow exhibits, and it’s only exclusive to the family. They didn’t think much of it until they asked you. Upon explaining Toji's life up until meeting you, Tsumiki and Megumi finally let it sit why their dad acts the way he does.

“Your Papa…didn’t expect to have this type of life—To have a home, a wife and kids. He’d never imagine himself to get this because he didn’t think it'd happen to him, especially how he grew up. But it did and he never took it for granted since. Your Papa has treated me beyond the means of well over the years, it’s only fair I do the same for him. I’m not forcing you two to follow suit. But at the very least, try to understand your Dad and his circumstances. That’s all I ask of you two.”

With that, no wonder they’ve never met anyone from Toji’s side besides Maki and Mai. That and an explanation to your fierce protectiveness towards Toji at the mention of his “family”. So here Megumi and Tsumiki are, along with their litter sister Mayumi, concocting an idea on what to get Toji. They were going to call you but ditched the idea to not inconvenience you as you were busy yourself. Currently in Shibuya walking in one of the shopping districts, they searched high and low for anything that would make a decent Father’s Day gift.

Tsumiki threw up some ideas but Megumi shot them down because it’s not practical for their Dad.

“Megumi, at this point, we can’t get Papa anything! What do you have in mind that Papa will actually use?”

Megumi thought for a second before shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ve got nothing, Tsumiki. I’m drawing a blank here.”

Tsumiki sighs before looking around again. Meanwhile, Mayumi’s curiosity was becoming impulsive. She wanted to look at anything and everything as long as her pretty little eyes laid on it. Holding onto Megumi’s hand, she tries to keep pace with her older siblings in the busy street. However, after walking for a few minutes, Mayumi came to a stop as she stared at one of the stores. Feeling his arm be pulled back, Megumi looks down to see Mayumi staring off.

“Mayumi, what are you looking at?”

Tsumiki also stopped when she noticed her two younger siblings weren’t behind her. Crouching down, she wanted to see what had caught her baby sister’s attention.

“Is there something you want to look at, Mayumi-chan?”

Mayumi looks at Tsumiki before nodding and pointing to the store that has captured her attention. Megumi and Tsumiki look to see that the store that has captured her attention was Uniqlo. Surprisingly enough, this was a clothing store that mostly made up Megumi AND Toji’s wardrobes. Tugging Megumi along, Mayumi walks into the store with a mission. The two look at each other with curiosity, wondering what their little sister was so dead set on finding. They watched as Mayumi’s eyes scanned the racks and shelves, head darting up, down, left, and right. Megumi makes a decision to let go of her hand to see what she’ll do. Upon feeling her hand’s release, Mayumi speed walks away to the Men’s side. Megumi and Tsumiki made haste to not lose sight of her. Now it’s their turn in trying to keep up with her as she continuously searches for what she’s looking for.

Megumi starts to panic when Mayumi seemingly vanishes before him. He swore he only took his eyes off of her for a split second, and now she’s gone. He was close to going into search party mode when he spotted Mayumi standing before one of the shelving displays. Letting himself breath again, he walks over to where she was before picking her up.

“Mayumi, you can’t run off like that! You know you’ll get lost and separated from Tsumiki and I. You have to make sure you can see us close behind before going on your own.” Megumi lightly chastised her. Though, he never could get mad at her no matter what she did.

Mayumi pouts slightly at Megumi, understanding what she did was dangerous.

“Sorry, Gumi-Nii. Didn’t mean to do it to you and Miki-Nee…But! I found Papa’s Father’s Day gift!” Mayumi excitedly exclaims, pointing to the rack.

Megumi looks to see what she means and by then Tsumiki caught up to the two. Tsumiki also follows to see what the two were staring at. The section she was pointing at was the Men’s section for underwear and socks. Tsumiki chuckles while Megumi becomes both confused and a little embarrassed. Mayumi squirms in Megumi’s arms, signaling him to let her down. Once safely on the ground, Mayumi grabs a packet and holds it up to her siblings.

“Mayumi-chan, why do you think this can be a gift for Papa? You think Papa would need this?” Tsumiki gently asks her, hoping to understand what she meant.

Mayumi nods quickly, continuing to hold up the boxer packet.

“Yes! Because Papa needs new ones!”

Tsumiki and Megumi looked at each other surprised before Tsumiki looked back at Mayumi.

“How do you know, Mayumi-chan?”

“Mama said it when she was folding the clothes after drying them! This was when Papa was out with Uncle Shui! She said why does Papa keep wearing his underwear even though they have holes in them. I saw what she was talking about because Papa does have holes in his underwear! So, why not get Papa new underwear?”

Tsumiki found this amusing and a bit funny at Mayumi’s enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Megumi had a furious blush painted across his face. He didn’t expect their shopping trip to go this way. Let alone, the deciding gift was the most plain and not so well-thought out of. Though Megumi felt his embarrassment burn his entire being, he’s not complaining about the gift choice. He knew it was a practical gift for their dad, especially knowing Toji’s track record when it came to clothing.

As strange as it is to admit, Megumi couldn’t deny that a go-to gift to give to any guy is a pack of brand new underwear paired with a fresh pack of socks. He knew there’s nothing you could do wrong with that combination. He even witnessed it firsthand when Yuuji was way too excited when he got a box filled with pairs of socks and boxer briefs for his birthday. And knowing how lax Toji is, Toji probably would like this more than anything. So Megumi stays quiet and lets the girls handle it.

“I think that’s a great idea, Mayumi-chan. We should get some of these for Papa so he doesn’t have to keep wearing his old ones.”

“But I don’t know Papa’s size…Maybe Mama knows! We should call Mama, Miki-Nee!”

Tsumiki nods while pulling out her phone, hitting your contact. The phone buzzed once before your voice was heard on the phone. Mayumi decides to talk on everyone’s behalf and ask for Toji’s underwear size. After a bit, Mayumi hands the phone back to Tsumiki and the two of you talk. Once hanging up, it was settled.

“Gumi-Nee, Mama said Papa only wears black and dark blue boxers! And also said Papa is a size large!”

Since he didn’t want his sisters to look awkward, Megumi took it upon himself to take the three packs of boxers and one pack of socks to check out. The socks were a last minute decision but again, practical for someone like Toji. After Tsumiki gave her half of the total to Megumi, he bought them and left with his sisters. After getting home, Megumi decided it would be best if he kept the gift in his room to not raise any suspicions if Toji had any.

“So, did you three buy your Dad his gift?”

Mayumi runs up to you and fervently nods while pointing at the Uniqlo bag Megumi’s holding. Megumi gives you the receipt for tax purposes and so Toji doesn’t see the price for it as he’ll definitely take it. You grinned while looking at the receipt, something Megumi and Tsumiki believe would be akin to playful or mischievous.

“Nice job, you three. Now, go change and clean up a bit for dinner. Your dad will be home soon.”

Speak of the devil, not even five minutes later, the front door is opened and a gruff “I’m home!” can be heard. Toji was already home. Hearing his voice, Mayumi dashed to where he was and was immediately picked up by him. His iconic DILF chuckle and the giggles of your youngest child can be heard getting closer to the kitchen. Something you never get tired of hearing and hope to hear more of every time.

“Glad to hear you had a good day, Princess. Now go with your sister to change and freshen up.”

Mayumi nods before being put down, dashing towards Tsumiki who then holds her hand as she takes her upstairs.

You were finishing cleaning up the dirty dishes when you felt a warm presence on your back.

“How are you doing, Doll? Looks like you got dinner all figured out, didn’t I tell you my food prep made things easier?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at the feeling of your husband wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. Toji wants to be all over you no matter the hour.

“Yeah yeah, don’t let that ego get higher than it already is…But thank you though, Hon. It cuts down cooking time by a lot. I appreciate it.” You tenderly answered before giving him a simple kiss on the cheek.

Wearing a victor’s smile, Toji pulls away. Crossing his arms with his chest all puffed out as his pride builds up.

“If that’s all that takes for some of your kisses, I’ll keep on doing it. Only for you, Doll. Glad it makes things easier for ya.”

Even though it said because of his pride, there was an undeniable softness on his features many would believe was impossible for him to make. But here he was, doing exactly that like it was any normal day at the Fushiguro household. The fondness he exhibits to you is both a blessing and a honor because you knew you were a part of the few people that bring it out of him.

Smiling back, you mirrored your loving softness on your face as well.

“It does, Toji. Now, go change and shower. I don’t know what Shui and you did today but you smell like outside. I don’t want that in our bed so go upstairs and shower, Hon.”

Toji smirks but nods at your command. Taking himself upstairs to wash away the smell. Dinner goes on as normal. Silent but pleasant as it lets everyone decompress from the day. Toji does the dishes since you cooked dinner and the kiddos clean up the kitchen table. Everyone retires into the night without issue and Toji has his arms wrapped around you as you sleep on top of him.

It was 7:30 A.M. when you heard voices coming from downstairs and the slight clanging of metal. You groggily blinked the sleep from your eyes while feeling the sun brightening up your room. Hearing Toji’s faint and calm breathing, you knew he wasn’t waking up anytime soon. After successfully slipping away from Toji’s grasp, you were able to change into your home clothes before going downstairs. Upon reaching the kitchen, the sight before you was a pleasant surprise.

There was Tsumiki and Megumi, wearing aprons, and using the kitchen while Mayumi was drinking her juice from her sippy cup. Albeit very sleepy but that changes when she hears footsteps and sees you walking in with a warm smile on your face.

“Mama! Gumi-Nii and Miki-Nee are making Papa breakfast! I’m here for moral support!” She excitedly whispers to you as you hold her up.

You look over to see your two eldest working away prepping their Father’s Day breakfast. You hum while inspecting their handy work, peering over their shoulder to see.

“It smells good, you two. Though, I’m surprised you’re able to get up at this time, Megumi. Normally, you would sleep in until another two hours or so.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off the rice balls he’s making, but his tone is less irritated and tense compared to most mornings.

“Well, I feel bad for letting Tsumiki do all the work in cooking. So I woke up earlier than normal to help out. Plus, Mayumi woke me up and asked me to help Tsumiki make breakfast because she couldn’t.”

Mayumi’s soft giggles were paired with your own. Softly patting his hair, you offer Megumi a grateful smile.

“I’m happy to know you helped out, Dear. Good to back up your sisters.”

You pat Tsumiki's shoulder comfortingly to not let her lose focus on her cooking.

“Call for me if you two need any help.”

The two nod before you make your way upstairs with Mayumi, making your way to your shared bedroom where your husband is sleeping. Mayumi writhes and squirms in your hold, begging to be let down to wake up her Papa. As soon as her feet touch the ground, she quietly and firmly opens the bedroom door. B-lining towards the bed with you following suit. She climbs up onto the bed and crawls to where Toji was sleeping peacefully. Your youngest stares for a few moments at her Papa before gently pounding his chest.

“Papa…Papa…Wake up!”

After a few tries, Toji stirs a bit before blinking slowly. Toji motions his head to face the culprit that woke him up from his restful sleep. Seeing Toji waking up, Mayumi beams down at him along with you softly smiling at the side of the bed.

“G’morning, Papa! Happy Papa Day!”

“Morning to you too, Little Lady~.”

He takes Mayumi in his arms while steadily sitting up. Her sweet sequels and giggles echo throughout the bedroom as Toji kisses all over her face and tickles her sides. Grinning down at his youngest daughter, he carries it when his eyes meet yours.

“Morning, Beautiful~.”

The morning rasp and gruffness in his voice made you want to scream at the sky while death-gripping the ground below. You desperately thanked any and all divine pantheons for blessing you with such a man. But alas, you couldn’t allow yourself to fold so easily. Especially in front of Toji, knowing you’ll never see the end of his teasing and salacious, but consensual, advances. You just light-heartedly roll your eyes while shaking your head, but your smile never ceases.

“Good Morning to you too, Handsome~. Happy Father’s Day. Breakfast is ready downstairs.”

Toji temporarily sets down Mayumi as you pass him a shirt to wear since he was wearing his gray sweat shorts. He picks up Mayumi again before making his way out and into the kitchen to satiate his morning hunger. Just like you, he reacted with surprise seeing a fully set table before him. But this is Toji we’re talking about. So the most we’ll get out of his reaction is his eyes which went wide.

He was about to ask if you made all the food as you passed by but you tilt your head to the side and he sees Megumi and Tsumiki cleaning up the kitchen.

“They helped you with making breakfast, Doll?”

You shake your head while taking Mayumi in your arms to place her in her chair.

“I didn’t even touch the kitchen this morning. They were in here this whole time.”

Sitting down, it finally clicked with Toji. He just grinned as he took his usual seat at the edge of the table. Once everyone was seated and began eating, so did he. Toji never thought of himself as the sentimental type. But he couldn’t help himself in allowing this particular feeling to wash over him. If he went back in time to tell his younger-self that he’d become a husband and a father of three kids, he most certainly knew his past-self would scoff and think he’s a liar. Toji won’t lie because he has a hard time believing it himself sometimes. Even after almost two decades of being married to you and 15 years of being a father, he’s in awe of how his life ended up to the present day.

Sneaking glance as he eats, he sees his two oldest kids having their usual sibling conversation. 16 and 15 years old, first and second years in high school. It would only be a few years until they would graduate high school.

‘Geez, they’ll be legal adults in less than five years…Fucking shit, man…’

Toji then sneaks glances at you, which he sometimes catches your gaze as well. There was a certain feeling of your smile every time you sent it his way. But it was not until he reminded himself that your particular smile you always gave him was of contentment. But not in a sense of bare minimum, no. Toji knew it came from utter satisfaction and gratification in this domestic life you two shared.

No, the life you two created together for each other.

Watching you interact with your children just fills him with life’s satisfaction. He thought it was impossible for someone like him to experience something like this. But here he is, sitting down eating breakfast with his family in their home on a Sunday morning. Damn, he didn’t blame you for giving him that smile because he gets it.

After eating and cleaning up the table, Megumi said he forgot something in his room and went upstairs to get it. Meanwhile, Toji was reading the morning paper while simultaneously listening to the news that was live on the tv. Mayumi was chilling in Toji’s lap with her Cinnamoroll plushie because she had nothing better to do. Meanwhile, you were teaching Tsumiki how to use the coffee machine and the set up for Toji’s usual.

Once Megumi came back with the familiar Uniqlo bag, everyone shifted their attention to Toji and gathered around him. He looked confused by the sudden change in behavior. Placing his paper down, he suspiciously eyes everyone.

“Okay, something’s up. Did I do something I don't know about?”

You shake your head at him, making it clear he wasn’t in trouble. Mayumi jumps off Toji’s lap, pattering over to Megumi who hands over the bag. She races back to her papa with an eager smile on her face, holding the bag up to him.

“Oh, what’s this, Princess?”

“It’s from Me, Gumi-Nii, and Miki-Nee! We got you a present for Papa Day!”

Feeling both astounded and touched, he takes the bag from her before ruffling her hair. Mayumi lets out a little squeal before running towards Tsumiki who picks her up. The bag was small, specifically eight inches by six inches. But what’s inside filled the bag up to its capacity so Toji was intrigued to see what his kiddos got him. He shakes the bag for good measure, causing Megumi to become impatient.

“Dad, just open it up. I promise you we didn’t put a spider or a cockroach in there. This is your real gift from us.”

The man chuckles out loud, shooting a grin his son’s way which made his impatient grow.

“Alright alright, I hear you, Megs. I was seeing if I could guess what you bought for me. Nothing wrong with checking things out. Reel yourself in kid.”

Megumi groans out causing his sisters and you to giggle at this usual interaction. Eventually, Toji opens the gift and reaches inside. His eyebrows furrowed and pushed themselves together, trying to figure out what he was touching. Suddenly, his brows released themselves from being tensed as he pulled out the three packs of boxers and one pack of socks. It was silent, a little too silent. For a second, Megumi and Tsumiki held their breaths while you anticipated his reaction.

Then, out of nowhere, a hearty laughter filled the kitchen as Toji held them in his hand. Amusement was all he felt looking at the packs in front of him. He let out a content huff, holding up one of the boxer packs.

“Wow, this is how you give gifts. You guys are just like your mama, you all have gifting skills people dream of.”

“Wait, you actually like it, Papa?”

Toji let a bemused look pass over him before it went back to amuse.

“Oh yeah, I sure as hell love it. I keep forgetting to buy some and your mother has been on me for God knows how long about getting new ones. You rascals killed two birds with one stone for me. And socks too? Now that’s being generous to your old man.”

The two were finally able to breathe since they second guessed themselves.

“Happy Father’s Day, Papa!”

“Happy Father’s Day, Dad.”

Toji gets up to give Megumi and Tsumiki his love squeezes. Tsumiki giggled while Megumi begrudgingly accepted his dad’s affection. Though, he doesn’t resist or push away when his dad hugs him.

As this was happening, you wore a grin that stretched wide with eyes that shone with mischief. Toji catches your expression, fully knowing something is brewing inside.

“Babe, you’re making that face. Spill it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hon~.”

Oh, there’s definitely something now and Toji’s gonna get it out of you.

“Don’t be so coy, (Y/N). You got that grin plastered on your face and eyeing me like that, you got something to say. I see those little gears in your pretty head of yours moving.”

You were trying to hold in your laughter. Key word was try though. The moment you made your thoughts be known will cause endless oxygen-depriving laughter from you. But you needed to say it in full. No stutters, no mistakes, no slang, dead set on getting those words out. You can’t fumble yourself right now.

“I’m just saying, I have been telling you to get new ones for years! Some of your underwear have holes in them! You have to get new ones every five to seven years, Hon!”

He playfully scoffs.

“Doll, just because they’re old doesn’t mean I need to throw them away after a few years. If they can still do their job in covering up my junk, I don’t see why I need to get new ones. I only needed to know one because of you.”

Sighing exasperatedly, you still held your grin and waited for the right moment to strike.

“Hon, you don’t understand. I’m not saying you need to buy new ones after a while! I’m saying some, as in most, of your underwear are worn down to the bone! You have to put them down, Toji!”

“Babe, again, if it still works, it still works. Yeah, some of my underwear have holes in them but they’re still wearable. Not my fault they have holes in them! Plus, I never wear tight-fitted pants, so I don’t get how my underwear chafes when I wear joggers, sweats, and cargo pants!”

Bingo, everything is in position and there’s a clear pathway. You can’t mess this up when you have a clear shot. Crossing your arms still grinning, you stare down your husband.

“Oh but it is, Toji! The reason why you got holes in your underwear is because your balls are rough! If they weren’t, I wouldn’t be breathing down your neck about them. Don’t you even notice when you fold the laundry?”

For a few moments, the silence fell over the Fushiguro house. Toji was bewildered, taken aback by what you said. You were one to never be crass in front of the kids or in general. Thus, this was the closest thing to you being vulgar.

For the teens, they stood still and frozen in place. However, for different reasons. For Tsumiki, she was stunned. Heavily skilled in the art of not being or feeling awkward. She’s not bothered or offended by your words. Rather, she didn't expect you to say something like that when they’re around. She knew it was bound to happen, just not with this conversation and those words. For Megumi, he was straight up flabbergasted. Never in a million years would he hear something like come out of you. Given, you’re known to have sufficient self-control when it comes to speaking in such a manner. Reserving that language for anyone 18 and over, and their dad. Right now, he’s growing frustrated because now he knows what people mean with you and Toji’s marriage has top tier chemistry. Megumi slowly realizes that both his parents are rat bastards and of equal humor. Noting that you were better at keeping it under wraps while his dad bore no filter at all. Meanwhile, Mayumi was just existing and cuddling her plushie. Becoming oblivious to the whole matter as her toddler brain couldn’t comprehend the words being used. But it was a good thing, much to both Megumi and Tsumiki relief.

“Did Mom just—?”

“Say what I think she said…?”

With their minds broken, the two were trying to process what just happened. You said it, made it be known. Something that probably should be said when they’re not present or only with their dad. Thinking about how you said them too: saying them with your chest, locked-in, hyper-focused, 10 toes down on the ground, no stuttering whatsoever. It looked like you were thinking about this for a long time and needed to get it off your chest.

To which you did, and successfully as well.

Just when the teens thought they were in the clear, they were thrown another curb ball. This time, it was from Toji.

“Doll, why are you complaining about them now? You never did beforehand, how do you think I gave you Tsumiki, Megumi, and Mayumi? You took them and everything else. I’m not letting you throw me under the bus like this.”

Silence came back as soon as it left. If the two thought your words were absurd, their dad’s beat it and took your place with his own. Now Megumi’s petrified because he didn’t know what else would come out of either his mom or dad’s mouth. Fearing the embarrassment and possible vulgarity to over take what the two of you said prior. He didn’t want to hear nor wanted to know anymore. Just when he was about to drag his sisters away to leave you and Toji to your own devices, he sensed something that made him stay.

All at once, the silence was broken by you and Toji bursting out in laughter. You were holding onto his shoulders, gasping for more air to put in body but it was futile as you continued laughing even harder. Toji has his arms crossed but his sturdy broad frame shakes as he can’t restrain his uncontrollable laughter. The kids watch on, once again thinking this was finally done.

But the next thing they knew, they felt a gust of air pass by them followed with another. In a turn of events, you were being chased by Toji throughout the Fushiguro Estate. Yet, your laughter and squeals that were accompanied by your husband’s playful threats made it known this was all fun and games for you.

It went on like this for several minutes. Your two teens would’ve cringed but let it pass over when they noticed Toji carrying you over his shoulder from the house towards the large Saucer Magnolia tree in the garden. Plopping himself on the grass with you in his lap, arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“Now, Doll, where’s your present for me? I don’t see it.” Toji says, feigning hurt as he whines fakingly.

You roll your eyes at his performance. Though, instead of a grin, a smile was all that was left. Highlighting the blissful expression you wore.

“I know you, Toji. You just want me to baby and give you all my attention.” You huffed lightly.

“Yeah yeah, but you’re still gonna give it to me. You won’t deny me, Baby.”

Shaking your head, you let yourself be at your husband’s mercy. Indulging himself in your warmth in presence. It was a peaceful moment until you heard a little giggling coming closer. Both of you look up to see Mayumi running this way followed by Megumi and Tsumiki who held a blanket to be laid on.

Toji unravels one arm to catch his youngest and sits her on his free thigh across from you. You never noticed until now how beautiful and relaxed Toji is. While he was known for his laid back personality, you knew it’s from not wasting his energy on matters that don’t concern him. The reality was, Toji used to be tense and rigid. Forcing to stay on guard whilst putting on that lax facade. It wasn’t until he met and married you was when his stiffness and strained body began to disappear from his body. He was relaxing, loosening himself up because of you.

Although your shared life with him wasn’t easy and had its share of hardships, you felt honored Toji allowed himself to rest and find comfort in you. To see him finally have a sense of peacefulness after knowing what he’s been through, you only wish to love, care. and protect him for as long as you’re on this plane of existence.

Seeing how much contentment he has in interacting with his children and you, he was undeniably beautiful and sublime both physically and mentally. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you immerse in the loving family atmosphere you’re grateful to be a part of. Mayumi rambling and talking Toji’s ear off while your husband entertains her. Meanwhile, you watch your two older children talk and spill the gossip in their school lives to each other.

You wallowed in this domestic bliss, savoring it as there will be nothing else like it. You’re not the only one as Toji joins in basking in this domestic bliss as well. He would never say this out loud, but he didn’t think he’d live this long. He thought he’d died young due to his reckless and careless behavior, getting himself into deep shit that would ultimately be his grave. The voice in his mind reminds him that this may be a one time thing, that he’ll never get this in the next life. But he pushes that thought away to deal with it later. For now, he’ll be present here with you as you both happily entertain your little Mayumi and her current interest.

As for Megumi and Tsumiki, they can rest easy knowing they won’t have to hear you or Toji saying those appalling words again anytime soon.

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Hello, I have read some of your works and I like it!!

I was just imagining how 141+könig would react to reader when she dress like them and act like them for whole day 🥹

Can you accept this request!!

Pairing: TF 141 & König x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive content (nothing explicit), Reader's a bit bratty in some of them Word Count: 2.5k+

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I’ve never heard of something like this prompt before and it’s very sweet. I hope you enjoy it!

König

König groaned as he stretched his arms, his muscles flexing beneath his black shirt. The gym on base wasn’t too terribly busy with it being in the late hours of the night.

“Mind if I join you?” a familiar voice asked behind him. König did a double take as he tilted his head down. You were wearing a dark t-shirt over your head with two eye holes hastily cut out. The rest of your outfit was…interesting, to say the least. He never realized just how big he was compared to you: his workout shorts barely hanging onto your waist and one of his other work out shirts.

“N-Nein,” the Colonel stammered.

“Danke,” you replied as you started to stretch right next to him. He puffed a breath of hot air.

“Is that supposed to be German?” he asked as he glanced down at you. You rested your hands on your hips.

“Ja,” you said matter-of-factly. König narrowed his eyes.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” he huffed as he ruffled your mask.

“Not just the fact that I’ve been sleeping with you these past few months?” you asked as you readjusted the fabric. König nearly choked at your sudden boldness.

“Hase,” he warned under his breath as he walked over to the weight rack. You followed behind him, swinging your shoulders and arms before stepping on the treadmill next to his. He glanced over at you before turning on the machine, starting at a steady jog. You did the same. After a few minutes, he increased the speed. You did the same. He quickly decreased the speed, watching you mirror his actions.

"So that's the game you're going to play," he thought. Immediately after he finished his cardio, the Colonel stepped off the treadmill and walked over to some other machines. He had to admit that he was impressed that you attempted to work the same weights he did, yet was also concerned by your exhausted expression by the time he reached the weightlifting area.

But not too concerned.

König glanced behind his shoulder and smirked as he put a bar on the barbell rack before grabbing two massive weights. He could tell your jaw dropped beneath your mask as he slid the weights on with a definite thud. You were practically shivering in your gym shoes as you watched him secure the weights. A giddy smile crossed his face as he turned to you.

“Care to go first...meine Colonel?” he mused. You audibly gulped as he leaned in closer to you. “What’s wrong? This is my normal regiment-surely you can handle it, ja?” König grinned ear-to-ear beneath his mask.

“Nope,” you said as you held up your hands in defeat. König chuckled.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” he said as he put a hand on your shoulder. “I will say-you are rather endearing with that mask on,” König whispered. You turned your head, eyes slightly wide as he rubbed his clothed cheek against yours.

“Ah, you’re even cuter when you’re all flustered-meine kleiner hase,” König chuckled lowly.

John Price

John sighed as he grabbed some more papers from the intimidating stack resting on his desk. Even though he had the luxury of working from home today, it was still a lot to deal with. His head perked up when he heard the door creak open. The captain raised a bushy brow when you came lumbering in, wearing his dark t-shirt and cargo pants that threatened to slip past your hips.

“Got your lunch,” you grunted as you carried a plate over. His straight face remained intact as he saw you wearing his boots, the footwear thudding against the floor as you strolled over to his desk. You gave him a stern look as you set his lunch down. John glanced between you and the plate, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said hesitantly as he reached over for the sandwich. He flinched when you suddenly snatched one of the baby carrots from the plate before taking a puff from it.

“Welcome,” you said in a gruff voice, the carrot between your teeth slightly muffling your words. John sat in his chair, confusion written over his face until he heard a few giggles come from the cracked doorway. His gaze instantly locked on the eyes of his five-year-old children, Annie and Simon, as they squealed and hid behind the wall. John smiled, his eyes lighting up as he chuckled.

“Listen here-I won’t tolerate any imposters in my household,” he said sternly as he wagged a finger towards you. The twins poked their heads back up, giggling quietly as you scoffed.

“Imposter? If anything, I’m the real John Price!” you said as you dramatically waved the “cigar” between your fingers. Annie and Simon were now in full view, both laughing as they stood in the threshold of John’s office. John looked over, his face written with distraught.

“Annie, Simon, which one of us is your real dad?” he asked. Both of them looked back and forth before giggling and pointing towards you.

“That one!” Annie giggled.

"Yeah, that one!" Simon agreed. John suddenly slumped in his chair dramatically, causing the twins to gasp as they rushed over. Annie jumped up to look at his face while Simon grabbed his arm, shaking it wildly.

“Daddy?” Annie asked. Your husband cracked one of his eyes open before snatching her in his arms. She squealed as he picked her up and spun her around while Simon yelped with surprise. John adjusted your daughter in his arms so he was holding her to his eye level.

“So, you admit that I’m actually your dad, hm?” he asked. Annie giggled.

“Yeah,” she said giddily. John chuckled and gently kissed her cheek.

“Good. Now, daddy’s got some more work to finish. But what do you say that we all get some ice cream after I’m done?” he proposed. Annie’s eyes lit up while Simon gasped.

“Ice cream! Ice cream!” they chanted enthusiastically. You and John exchanged a warm smile as your children bounced around.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon's eyes flicked over the page as he read the book on the sofa. His brows instantly shot up when he saw you walk into the living room wearing his tactical gear and a skull mask made from a paper plate.

"What's all this, then?" he asked, setting the book down into his lap.

"Nothin'," you grunted as you turned and walked back towards the kitchen. Simon huffed out a quiet laugh as he put his book on the coffee table, following you out of the room. He found you sitting at the table, pouring some milk into two cups of fresh tea. He tried to hide his amused grin as he sat down across from you.

"Strange, usually I'm the only one who has tea this late," he mused, motioning towards the cups. You grunted as you lifted up the cup, spilling some of it onto your mask. Simon crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

"Damn, I guess I wear this bloody mask so much I forgot to pull it up," you cursed in a gravely voice. Simon sighed as he took a sip from his cup.

"You havin' fun?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. You turned your nose up.

"I'm Simon Riley-I don't know how to have fun," you said in a more posh accent, a small smirk still making it's way onto your face. He nearly choked on his tea as his brows knit together.

"I know how to have fun," Simon said plainly. You took another sip of your piping hot drink.

"I dunno 'bout that," you said as you crossed your arms and stuck your nose up again. Simon shook his head, exhaustion seeping into his bones.

"I'm going to bed," he said as he stood up. Your shoulders instantly raised as you rushed over to him.

"No, wait!" you said. Simon cocked a brow as you grasped his wrist. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to poke fun at you," you frowned. Simon blinked before suddenly pulling you into a hug.

"'ts okay, sweetheart," he said as he rubbed your upper back. The mask squished against your mouth as you blushed against his chest. He pulled back, a more serious expression on his face now.

"Do you really think I'm no fun?" he asked. You shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze.

"A little," you muttered. Simon's eyes softened as he sighed.

"That why you dressed up as me?" he asked. You nodded, averting your gaze. Simon gave a small smile before cupping his hand beneath your chin, raising it up to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry-I guess I can be a bit of a stick in the mud at times," he grumbled. You bit the inside of your cheek as you shifted again. "Tell you what: how about since I'm still on leave tomorrow, I take you out to any place of your choice?" Simon grinned. Your eyes lit up as you nodded excitedly.

"O-Okay," you beamed. He matched your expression before suddenly lifting up your mask and pressing his lips to yours. He let them linger before he pulled back, resting his forehead on your own.

"Good deal," he chuckled.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle glanced up from his game when he saw you walk by wearing his cap. Not only that-you were fully decked out in his long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots. He paused his game as he watched you walk towards the bedroom.

"Where you goin'?" he asked. You turned slightly, adjusting his cap on your head.

"Nowhere," you shrugged. Kyle cracked a grin as he bit the inside of his cheek.

"Nowhere, hm?" he asked as he rose from his seat. You continued walking down the hall, drawing a laugh from him. "Care to at least explain why you've got my cap on?" Kyle questioned. You shrugged again, finally stopping at the threshold of your bedroom.

"You mean my cap?" you asked with a confused expression. Kyle bit the inside of his cheek before looking into the room. A whole pile of laundry was resting on your bed. He chuckled and slid his hands into his pockets.

"This isn't about me forgetting to do our laundry, is it?" he asked, tilting his head towards the room. Your nonchalant expression tightened, causing him to nod.

"Mhm. Quite the elaborate way to get my attention," he said as he flicked the bill of his cap. You sighed.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted," you shrugged as you began to take the hat off. You raised your brows when Kyle pushed it back down.

"Keep it-it looks good on you," he winked. You blushed and smiled before he pecked your cheek.

"C'mon mini-me: let's tackle some laundry," Kyle said as he took your hand, leading you into the bedroom. The two of you sat on opposite sides of the bed. He glanced up and noticed that you weren't neatly folding the clothes like you usually do.

"Somethin' wrong, love?" he asked. You looked up.

"Nope," you replied as you continued to lazily fold the clothes. Kyle glanced back and forth between his assorted pile and yours. He cleared his throat before suddenly walking in front of you. Your eyes widened as he leaned forward, nearly pressing your back onto the mattress.

"Listen 'ere doll-we could continue playing this little game of yours...or we can play a better one if we hurry up and finish," he husked into your ear. You shivered beneath him and swallowed. "How's that sound?" Kyle asked with a cheeky grin. You bit your lip as you shifted beneath him, your pupils growing a little wider than before.

"T-That sounds nice," you admitted, glancing down at his pants. Kyle chuckled before gently pecking your lips.

"Good...'cause we haven't played co-op in Stardew Valley in forever, and I've been dying to finally get to Ginger Island!" he beamed as he pulled away. You blinked.

"Wait a minute-"

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“Ay, what you doin’ bonnie?” Johnny smirked as he watched you pass through the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts and boxers. You snorted and swung the fridge door open before rummaging through. Your boyfriend shook his head as he strolled over. He chuckled when you flinched as he placed his hands on your hips, squeezing them playfully. “I asked ye a question,” he whispered, his voice husky and raw. You shrugged.

“Sorry-guess I got so hungry I dinnae hear ye,” you said. Johnny blinked before bursting into laughter, his eyes creasing with amusement.

“That supposed to be my accent?” he asked as he kept his hands on your hips, massaging them gently.

“I dinnae ken,” you shrugged again as you grabbed the carton of milk. Johnny snorted before stepping back. He crossed his arms as he watched you swing the door shut with your elbow. You stared straight into his eyes before screwing the top off the carton and chugging down the beverage.

“Oh, now you’re just bein’ cheeky,” he gawked. You smirked as you gulped the last swig of milk down. He had to admit that he felt a little hot and bothered by the way you licked your lips, slurping the white liquid into your wet mouth. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand before setting the milk down on the counter.

“Ye done imitating me?” Johnny chuckled as he crossed his arms.

“Maybe,” you said as you mimicked him, crossing your own arms as well. Johnny sighed before shaking his head. You squeaked when he suddenly picked you up and set you down on the counter.

“You’re a cheeky lil’ thing, you know that?” he mused with a raised brow.

“I learned from the best,” you winked. Johnny clicked his tongue as his hands slid to your sides. You suddenly erupted into laughter as he blew a raspberry into your neck, his fingers tickling the bottom of your arms.

“J-Johnny!” you wheezed. He hummed as he blew another raspberry against your skin, drawing another roll of laughter from you. You could feel him smirk against your pulse as he whispered into your ear.

“You also know how dangerous it is for ye when I catch you wearin’ my clothes,” Johnny murmured. Your face flushed as he met your gaze, a cheeky grin on his face. “Yer not that stealthy, bonnie,” he chuckled. You scoffed and crossed your arms as he let his hands fall back down to your side.

“I just wanted to have a little fun,” you huffed. Johnny hummed before suddenly latching his lips over your pulse, drawing a soft moan from you. A low rumble came from his chest before he leaned up, his warm lips caressing the shell of your ear.

“Well then, let’s go 'head have a little fun right now, yeah?” he whispered playfully.

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kinktober day 28 - leather

ghost x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.4k, established relationship, leather kink, vaguely implied masturbation, no sex in this, just cute, kink-flavored fluff.]

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“Si?” you asked peaking around the corner, trying to catch your boyfriend’s eye. “Mind if I wear this tonight?”

Your boyfriend looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, tying his shoes while you put the finishing touches on your outfit before you went out for the night. He looked up, dark brown eyes flashing over you once, down to his shoes, then quickly back again as his brain processed what he just saw. 

You stood in the hall, hands nervously clutched together as you waited for his response. Your outfit wasn’t anything special, just a comfortable and classic white t shirt paired with a short black jean skirt and a pair of high tops. You weren’t worried about those, though. It was the old leather jacket you had found in the back of his closet that had you dancing side to side, awaiting his approval. 

As he sat there, hands on his knees, slowly blinking like he was trying to decided if what he saw was real or not, you started to sweat. Then he stood up, wide-eyed stare on you as he crossed the room. He loomed over you, running his hands over the soft, cracked leather draped across your shoulders. 

“Where’d you find this, love?” he mumbled, eyes glazed as the feel and smell of the jacket brought back a flood of memories. “Thought it was long gone.”

“Bottom of a box while I was cleaning our closet,” you answered, biting your lip. 

His hands trailed down the arms of the jacket, fashionably oversized on you, but you could imagine when he had last worn it, practically a lifetime ago at this point, it would have fit him like a glove. His hands closed around your shoulders, scrunching the thick material as he hauled you closer to him. He pressed his face down into the crown of your head, a deep inhale ruffling your hair as his arms ran across your back, smoothing down the jacket almost reverently. 

You did the same, hands running up and down his torso, giving what comfort they could. You still weren’t sure what answer you were going to get. Any unexpected tiptoe into Simon’s past had usually not ended well, so you tried to avoid it altogether. 

“Don’t have to-” you started to say, trying to give him a gentle way to let you down.

“Looks fuckin’ gorgeous on y’, love,” he interrupted, pulling away to look down at you, eyes now half lidded and heavy. “Better than it ever did on me.”

With that, he stepped away, leading you with him toward the door by the hand. 

“Ready?” he asked, suddenly more excited for this night out than he had been all week. “Be late if we don’t leave soon.”

You stuck your head out of the dressing room nervously. You looked around for Simon, somehow unable to spot his unusually tall and wide form in the mostly empty shop exactly at the time you needed him. You stepped gingerly out from behind the curtain in your socks, the outfit you wanted to show him still on, when you spotted him flipping through hangers on a round carousel. 

“Si!” you hissed, catching his attention immediately. 

His back straighted as he turned, the small piece of clothing on it’s hanger swinging in his hand as he turned quickly to face you. You held your hands out, silently asking for his opinion.

“Nice,” he said flatly, before shoving whatever he had picked out into your hands. “Try this one on f’ me. Wanna see you in it.”

You held the miniskirt out to look it over. It was technically the correct size, which he had chosen by some miracle, but it was short. Short short. At least it was black and not some bright, tacky color.

“My ass is gonna hang out,” you said rolling your eyes. “Want me to look like some sleazy barfly, Si?”

“It’s . . . it’ll wear in. Leather, you know? Just try it on,” he urged you, slightly trembling hands pushing the hanger back toward you before tucking them away in his pockets. “Please, love. Just f’ me.”

“Okaaay,” you said with an over dramatic sigh, followed up with a smile before you walked back into the changing room. Before you disappeared behind the curtain, you turned back to your boyfriend telling him, “Now don’t wander away again, or else I won’t get it.”

You almost choked on your laugh at how fast he sat down. His expression graven as he took his position. Most people asked you how you got along with a man that came off so emotionless, practically expressionless most of the time. You could never make those people understand how wrong they were. Like now, you only had to look at him to read him. When he wanted something, it was so so obvious. 

You shuffled into the tight little skirt, giving yourself a look in a few poses, deciding you liked it before you stepped out. Simon didn’t even have his phone out, his attention fully on you the second you stepped out. The world must have slowed down for him, the way he reacted. You heard his breath catch in his throat. A blush dusted his cheeks, tinting his ears a violent pink. His eyes, heavy and half-lidded, went nearly black as he stood up, lurching like a Hammer Horror monster toward you.

You couldn’t help but let a little smile creep across your mouth as he closed his hands around your waist, fingers itching to stroke at the material.

“Like it?” you asked coyly, pulling the front seam down, already knowing his answer.

“Fuck, love,” he groaned, petting down your leather-clad hips. “Buyin’ this for you. Don’t care if you ever wear it out, just . . . just wear it once f’ me? Okay?”

You giggled, pulling out of his grasp and his shadow to back into the changing room. The way he was acting, riled up over almost nothing, had you regretting pushing him backwards to prevent him from following you in. You liked this shop, though, and it would be a shame to never be able to come back because your man couldn’t keep it in his pants until you got home. 

“Si, you have to stop,” you told him over the phone, connection crackling as you tried to catch up with him while he was off god-knows-where for the third month in a row. 

You toyed with the box in your lap, the latest package to arrive with your name on it and you had an idea what was inside. The first had held a pair of black boots. Expensive as hell, leather boots, mind you. They were exquisitely made, with tall uppers that zippered just under your knees, and a sensible, stacked leather heel. 

The second package was a pair of pants: white and boot cut. They didn’t look all that amazing at first, until you tried them on. They gripped your ass like no tomorrow, putting it fully on display. The sight alone made you blush, and that was standing alone in your bathroom. It had been your mistake sending Simon a picture, asking if he was sure about them. He was groaning and whimpering on the other end the whole call, not even trying to hide what he was doing. 

Now you were sat on your bed with the latest package between your knees, scissors in hand, opening it at his request.

“Want to hear your reaction this time,” he said breathless, ignoring your complaints.

Slowly you cut away the packing tape, knowing that whatever was inside could be punctured and was probably expensive. Inside was a smaller, decorative box. When you opened that, a sheet of folded over tissue paper protected the goods inside, gauzy material obscuring everything but the color. You held your breath as you removed the paper, revealing what the red mass was. 

“Oh,” you gasped into the phone, holding it up.

It was a dress, short, red and revealing in just about every place it could be. The tiny set of straps criss-crossed around your neck to hold up a bodice shaped into a shallow v at the front. Between your breasts, down the front center, was a barely hidden zipper that ran all the way down to the hem. It even had little slits at the sides.

Don’t want to look too demure, you thought.

“Well?” he asked. You could hear him pacing on the other end. 

“I love it!” you said with a laugh, breaking the awkward silence. “Can’t wait to wear it for you,” you continued, “But Simon, love. You gotta face the fact you have a fetish at this point.”

You could almost see his blush as he grumbled on the other end: something about “nothing being wrong” and “just wanting to treat his girl” while you laid back against your shared bed and had a good long laugh over it.

[hedwig123]

Ranking The Quarry Counselor Outfits By Late-August Practicality

OK, so. This has been bugging me. I blame SMG's British-ness for this, but so many of the counselors' outfits are just... ridiculous for late August.

(Apparently the weather in the area- West Kill, NY- that day was a high of 75, a low of 68, and humidity was 100 FUCKING PERCENT. So. My concerns are not unfounded.)

So now I'm going to rank all the character outfits by how likely I think it is that normal human people would put them on during the latter half of August, tyyyyyyyy

Excluding Max & Laura because the only time they got to pick their own outfits was June- which, still not great, but. I'll let it slide. Also excluding Emma's overalls, because again, she didn't pick them.

So of the other 21 AUGUST outfits:

21. Nick's 80s Outfit

Dead fucking last is the letterman jacket. Aesthetically it looks cool, and I want to give it bonus points for being a Matt Taylor reference, but I can't. That's a coat. A coat, SMG.

20. Jacob's Modern Outfit

First can I just say how weird it is that Jacob doesn't have a single 360 look uploaded? In ANY of his outfits???

Anyway. This was going to be a little higher because I thought he was wearing a sweatshirt, but looking at it in the close-up that is a fucking sweater. NO!!!!!

19. Nick's 50s Outfit

That is just a full-on nearly-cable-knit sweater. The only reason it ranks above Jacob is that it's at least not visibly layered. But still.

18. Abi's 50s Outfit

Listen, I love that they made Blygbank into Velma & Daphne as much as the next person, but Abi's still wearing a turtleneck in August. They couldn't at least shorten the sleeves? Or pair it with shorts?

17. Emma's Modern Outfit

OK, so I love this outfit out of context. But. Even as a crop-top. It is a turtleneck sweater. With jeans, no less! Jeans, no less!

16. Kaitlyn's Modern Outfit

Why the layers. Why. It's cute, sure, but August.

15. Dylan's 80s Outfit

I'm told this is a rugby shirt, which people do play some sports in. So it's almost passable. But the slacks... the sleeves... the shoes...

14. Ryan's Modern Outfit

Again, almost passable. The shirts look thin, even if there's two of them. But the two shirts combined with the skinny jeans & shoes would just... suffocate him :(

13. Abi's 80s Outfit

This outfit is awesome, but not pictured here are the COMBAT BOOTS SHE'S WEARING ON HER FEET.

No.

12. Dylan's 50s Outfit

OK, listen.

Listen.

I love this outfit. You love this outfit. That shirt was made for him.

But the pants!!!

11. Jacob's 50s Outfit

T-shirt good. Pants BAD.

10. Ryan's 50s Outfit

Same as Jacob's 50s outfit, the shirt is fine. The WOOL PANTS are a no.

9. Ryan's 80s Outfit

This one is almost acceptable. Despite the dark colors, the material looks light. The shoes are OK (not great, but OK). The t-shirt is perfect!

But the vest. The vest. Does he look good in it? Of course. But NOBODY ADDS LAYERS IN AUGUST!

8. Emma's 80s Outfit

We have reached the Acceptable Eight.

I love this outfit. Really the only things putting it at the bottom of the top 8 are the lipstick and the socks, which like... who cares? But these things have to be considered for the ranking.

7. Nick's Modern Outfit

There's nothing wrong with this outfit. The only thing putting it at 7 is the sleeve length, but. It's fine. It's acceptable.

Leagues better than his other 2 outfits.

6. Emma's 50s Outfit

This outfit is great. The shoes are light. The pants are open on the side. The shirt is cropped and tied off!

Only thing edging it out of the Top 5 is the scarf. It's cute, I love Daphne!Emma with my whole heart, but it would get hot.

5. Kaitlyn's 80s Outfit

5th through 2nd place was a toss-up. They're all perfectly appropriate August attire.

This one's great. The jeans are light wash and ripped at the knees. The polo is perfect. The only thing that might give me pause are the converse but honestly??? They're fine too.

4. Abi's Modern Outfit

This outfit's great too! The only counselor outfit with shorts besides #1. The tights don't bother me, they look very light and breathable. 10/10 good job modern Abi!!! (Give 50s Abi some tips she's gonna die of heatstroke)

3. Dylan's Modern Outfit

Another great choice. Light t-shirt, skinny jeans that aren't too tight, and vans. ✨10/10 great job Dylan✨

2. Kaitlyn's 50s Outfit

THOSE ARE OPEN-TOE SHOES I REPEAT THEY ARE OPEN-TOE SHOES THIS IS NOT A DRILL

ONE FUCKING CHARACTER GOT SHOES THAT OPEN AT THE DAMN TOES

I don't even care that it's just a peep toe, I'm fucking counting it

Jacob's 80s Outfit

Was there ever any doubt?

Honorable mention goes to:

Nakey Jakey. Honorable mention only because he didn't reeeeeeally pick it as an OUTFIT outfit.

But still.

[atinylittlepain]

Firehouse Harrington - Chapter 3

fireman!Steve Harrington x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ SMUT, ANGST, Steve knocks a guy's lights out, ok? ok.

a/n | It's halloween, Steve's least favorite holiday. But the spookiest thing here are his serious abandonment issues :/

Steve hates Halloween. Crowds mulling about on the sidewalks, little kids screaming for no good reason, and usually a significant uptick in calls to the station due to people’s booze-heavy parties. It’s the one thing he asked for from the chief, to have Halloween off every year so he could go into hiding for those twenty-four hours of national stupidity. 

This year is proving to be different. While he does have the day off from the station, his girl has asked him to come with her to a Halloween party. When he had told her there was no chance in hell he’d go out on Halloween, she just shrugged, said fine, that she’d go by herself. Steve wasn’t about to let that fly. 

That’s why he currently finds himself waiting outside her dorm in the quick-cooling October night. She had told him to wear a costume, which he balked at. But he did put in some effort, putting on his worn leather jacket from his army days, letting his dog tags hang out over a white t-shirt, aviators on his face. Top Gun was still cool, right?

His worries about his own outfit fly out the window when she finally comes out though. He finds himself speechless, taking in her attire. She’s wearing a very tight and very short black dress. Too short, too tight he thinks to himself. There’s yellow and gray stripes in some parts, and Steve realizes it’s the same kind of stripes that are on his own uniform. And then he sees she’s got a little plastic fireman’s hat on her head. Mother of god. He swallows thickly, finally meeting her eyes.

“Hi, Stevie.” “You’re not going out in that.”  She scoffs at him, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that makes her cleavage even more unbearable.

“Steve, don’t do this. I thought you’d like my costume. I wore it for you.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face.

“I do like it, doll. But I’m pretty sure every other guy on this campus is gonna like it too.” She steps forward, bringing her palms to rub up and down his chest.

“Listen, don’t worry about every other guy, yeah? I just wanna have a good night with you.” He knows there’s no use arguing with her, she might even be more stubborn than he is, so he just sighs. He offers her a crook of a smile before tipping her hat up with his finger.

“Alright, alright. Lead the way, chief.” She grins, taking his hand and tugging him along to wherever this godforsaken party is.

Steve’s stomach drops when he sees the greek letters over the front door of the house. A fucking frat party? She tugs on his hand, looking back at where he seems to be stuck in place.

“Baby, we’re just gonna have some fun, ok? And then we can leave, whenever you want to.”

“Can we leave now?”

“Steve.” he acquiesces to her, letting her pull him into the house. 

Steve is immediately reminded why he hates Halloween.

It’s a sea of scantily clad bodies bumping into each other to the beat of an ingratiating song. He feels like he can practically chew the air it’s so humid and murky inside, a mix of sweat and booze assaulting his senses. The only thing keeping him from completely losing it is her hand still firmly holding onto his as she leads him through the crowd towards the kitchen at the back of the house.

She lets go of his hand to hug a few of her friends and he hates how much he wishes she hadn’t let go of him. He tries to act somewhat pleasant as she introduces him to her friends, trying to make his grimace look more like a smile. Truthfully, he can barely hear a word anyone is saying, the music coupled with his already damaged hearing making everything sound muffled. He just smiles and nods. 

They settle into a corner in the kitchen, he slots behind her, hands around her waist while she talks with her friends. He’s quick to throw back a few swigs of some non-descript liquor that’s littering the countertop, letting things mellow out just a bit in his mind as his throat burns with the gulps. The alcohol lets him slip away from it all, only anchored by the feeling of his hands on her hips. He’s pulled back to the present moment when she turns in his grasp, he leans down to let her speak into his ear.

“We’re gonna go dance, baby. Will you come dance with me?” He huffs.

“No, doll. You go dance. I’ll watch, yeah?” She frowns just slightly before leaving him with a chaste peck, turning and following her friends into the living room. Steve fills a red solo cup with something dark before shuffling after her, leaning up against a wall and watching her move into the crowd.

“Hey, man. That’s a sick jacket. Is it thrifted?” Steve’s attention is turned to a guy who’s fingering the American flag patch on his shoulder. He shrugs his hand off.

“Sorry, what?”

“Your jacket, bro. Is it vintage?” 

“Uh, no. It’s mine.” Steve can’t believe this guy, he’s only five years older than most of the people here for christ’s sake.

“Well, it’s real cool, man. Where’d you get a jacket like that?”

“The army.” The guy laughs. Steve’s losing his patience.

“No shit. Really? You in the army, bro?” Steve just nods, glancing away, trying to find her in the crowd.

His eyes finally land on her and his heart kicks up when he sees that she’s been cornered by some punk in a cowboy hat. He tries to keep his cool as he starts shoving through the crowd, but when he sees cowboy hat put his hand on her waist he goes livid. He turns the guy around by his shoulder and when he speaks it comes out in a loud bark that can definitely be heard over the music.

“Hey! Why don’t you keep your fucking hands to yourself, kid.” Cowboy hat scoffs.

“Why don’t you mind your own business, man. Just trying to take a pretty lady home for the night, is that such a crime?” Steve snaps, and before his brain can catch up, he’s tackling cowboy hat to the ground. A crowd has formed around the pair as they struggle against each other, but Steve gets the upper hand, landing several, crunching blows to the man’s face. He gives him one more jostle by the collar of his shirt before he stands, spitting blood out of the side of his mouth. 

The ringing in his ears finally dies down and he realizes that the music has stopped. Everyone has stopped to watch what just happened. He finally finds her eyes in the crowd and his stomach twists. Her jaw is slack and her eyes are wide. She looks shocked. Even worse, she looks scared. Steve feels like he’s going to throw up, seeing her look at him like that. He does the only thing he can think to do, shoving his way out of the crowd and out the front door, starting to walk off down the street in a bit of a haze.

He hears her calling his name but he doesn’t turn around, just keeps walking.

“Jesus christ, Steve. Will you stop? Or at least slow down? I’m in fucking heels.” He sighs, stopping in his tracks before turning around, keeping his eyes on his sneakers. She walks up to him, dipping to catch his gaze.

“You’re bleeding, baby. Will you come with me, please? Get you cleaned up?” 

“Why’d you follow me out?” She looks taken aback by his question.

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I?” Steve scoffs.

“I saw the way you were looking at me. Thought you finally figured out that I’m no good for you.” She sighs, tilting his chin with her knuckles to get him to finally look at her.

“Steve, I’m a big girl who can determine all on my own what is or isn’t good for me, ok? Now will you please come with me so we can get you taken care of?” Steve nods mutely, once again letting her lead the way, this time back to her dorm.

…

He’s never been in her room before. She has a single because she’s an RA, neat, if not a bit sparse. He sees the grad school pamphlets on her desk and something in him twists at the reality that she’ll most likely be moving away in just a few months. Onto much better things, he supposes. He stands in the doorway, watching as she slips off her heels in turn for a pair of flip flops before sliding a first aid kit out from under her bed. He quirks an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugs.

“Comes with the territory of looking after a bunch of college freshmen. Now let’s go get you fixed up, baby.”

She leads him to the floor’s bathroom and mercifully, it’s empty, everyone else still out getting sloshed. She motions for him to hop up on the counter, stepping between his legs and taking his chin in her hand to inspect his face. She hums.

“Just a cut lip and the start of a black eye. Didn’t realize Matthew got in any swings at you.” Steve grumbles.

“Don’t wanna talk about fucking Matthew.” She huffs at that, but continues her ministrations, dabbing at his lip and split knuckles with alcohol wipes. Her words come out as a murmur as she bandages his knuckles.

“Steve, I’m sorry I made you come out with me tonight. You told me you didn’t want to go and I pushed and I shouldn’t have.” He goes to speak but she shoots him a look that tells him to keep quiet. 

“But, this can’t keep happening. You promised me you’d work on this shit. I get that it’s hard for you, but it’s never gonna get better if you don’t try. Did you look into that VA psych center I told you about? They offer counseling that’d be practically free for you.” Steve grumbles.

“I don’t need some fucking shrink digging around in my head. Just gotta– I don’t know, try harder to not be so fucking stupid.” She squeezes his thighs.

“Hey. You’re not stupid, Steve. You’re a human who’s–”

“Doing his best. Yeah, yeah, miss therapy. Obviously not doing good enough for you though.” He regrets it the minute it leaves his mouth, sees the way her face falls at his words. She clears her throat.

“I’m just trying to help you, Steve. Fuck– I care about you, a lot.” She turns on her heel, bringing her hand to her forehead, Steve watches an exhale slacken her shoulders.

He slides off the counter, shuffling up behind her until his chest is pressed to her back, slipping his palms to splay across her stomach. She jumps at first, but settles into his grasp. She always does.

He rests his chin on her shoulder and sways them a bit side to side. She sighs, eyes closed.

“M’sorry, doll. I didn’t mean it. You know that, huh?” She brings her palms to slide along his forearms before twining their hands together.

“You never mean it, Stevie. But sometimes you can be so mean. I just wanna help you.” 

“I know, baby. You’re so good to me. So good for me. Don’t fucking deserve you. Tell you what, first thing Monday, I’ll call that VA center, ok? I promise.” He lands a kiss to her temple before burying his face in her neck. She hums at his words.

“But I think you like when I’m a little mean, don’t you?” He can’t help the sly grin that slides across his face and into her shoulder. He feels her shiver in his grasp.

“Uh-huh. Tell me, pretty, who’d you get all dressed up for tonight, hm?” He untangles their hands, letting his palms slide down her thighs before roughly catching the hem of her dress and rucking it up to her waist. She gasps, stumbling forward a bit and steadying herself by pressing her palms against the tiled wall. Steve keeps his hands on her waist, sliding them down to catch the band of her little black thong to snap it against the plush of her hip.

“You, Steve. It’s all for you.” He kicks her feet apart, spreading her wider for him as he kneels behind her, dragging her panties down with him. She goes to turn around but he lands a harsh smack to her ass, making her lurch forward again.

“You’re perfect just like this, pretty. Stay just like that. Daddy wants a taste.” Before she can protest he’s diving in, licking a salacious stripe through her folds. She whines as he gets to work, and Steve thinks for a flickering moment that he’s found one other thing he’s great at. Making his girl fall apart. He fucks her with his tongue and she reaches a hand back to grip onto his hair, grinding her hips onto his mouth. 

“That’s it, baby. Want one from you just like this. Want you to come on my tongue, can you do that for me?” She lets out a long sigh.

“Y-yes, daddy. Fuck– just don’t stop, please.” He lands a sharp smack to her ass before dipping back into her cunt.

Steve knows all her tells by now, the way her breath starts to catch, the little whimpers, the shake in her thighs. She lets out a broken cry when she comes, fingers digging into his hair, he groans under the pressure. Her head dips down, forehead resting against the tile. Steve slowly stands, keeping a firm hold of her waist when her knees start to buckle.

“I got you, baby. I got you. Did so good for me.” She lets out a long whine of his name and it makes his cock twitch in his jeans. 

He holds her steady, palm splayed along her stomach, pressing her back into him as he grinds into her ass. 

“S-Steve– someone might see– fuck!” He rolls his hips particularly hard into her.

“Is that right, doll? Well, they’d just see what a good little slut you are for me, yeah?” She whimpers when his teeth graze along her neck. He unbuckles his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock, smearing pre-cum across her ass.

“You want me, right, baby? Tell daddy what you want.” She jerks back into him when he slides his cock between her folds.

“Want you, daddy. Want you to fuck me, p-please. I–” Steve thrusts into her in one harsh arc of his hips and she lets out a broken gasp. He gives her no time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that’s drawing little whimpers out of her with each press of his hips. The adrenaline and alcohol from earlier is finally catching up to Steve, and he needs her desperately.

“Fuck, baby. Little pussy’s made for me. Taking me so well. Just take it, doll. Be a good girl and take it.” His fingers are digging into the swell of her hips as he presses his chest to her back, hovering over her hunched figure. He slides one hand down her front to toy harshly with her clit, practically drawing a sob from her. She’s a babbling mess underneath him, letting out curses and cries of his name. Steve cranes his neck to get a look at her face, seeing tears glittering down her cheeks.

“You crying on my cock, pretty? S’just that good, huh?” She lets out a chant of the word “yes” to his question, too far gone in the pleasure and pain of it all to say much else.

“Come for me. Right fucking now. Come all over my cock, pretty.” She cries out, breaking off into a gasp as she pulses around his dick and Steve groans at the feeling. Steve’s not far behind, pressing his forehead between her shoulder blades as he grinds his hips as hard into her as he can, coming so deep in her she shivers at the feeling. 

He presses a kiss to the nape of her neck, shushing her whimpers as he pulls out.

“Y’alright, doll?” She sighs, turning around and leaning back against the wall as she shimmies the skirt of her dress back down around her thighs.

“Yeah, um, where’s my underwear though?” Steve scans the tiled floor, finding them off to the side where he must have tossed them. When he grabs them for her, he realizes that he had ripped right through them. She raises her eyebrows at him when she sees their shredded state.

“Steve, I can’t believe you–”

“S’fine, pretty. I’ll buy you a new pair, huh?”

…

They shower together in the shitty dorm bathroom. She gives him back a t-shirt and pair of sweats of his that she had stolen from his place a while ago, coaxing him into staying for the night. They curl around each other in her tiny dorm room bed and she takes to carding her fingers through his still damp hair. Steve would never admit it out loud, but it’s quickly become his favorite feeling in the world, having her hands in his hair. 

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re gonna hold to your promise, right? Gonna call the VA center on Monday?” Steve sighs and nods. She could ask him to chop off his hand and he’d probably do it right now, he’s so faded out from the light scratching of her nails on his scalp.

“Yes, baby. M’gonna call them, I promise.” She seems to accept his answer, letting out a sigh of her own.

“You know, I really meant what I said. I care about you so much, Steve.” He lifts his head from her chest, looking up at her.

“I know you do, doll. Christ, it’s only been a few months but– I– you– I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Her eyes soften as she brings her hand to stroke along the arch of his cheek. He feels like he’s going to melt.

“Oh, Steve. You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere, you’ve got me.” Steve presses a kiss to her sternum before settling back against her chest. She falls asleep before him, but he can’t seem to shake an incessant thought that plays on a loop in his mind. Not going anywhere, yet.

…

Steve wakes up early the next morning, trying to untangle himself from her without disturbing her sleeping form. She stirs next to him as he sits on the edge of her bed.

“Steve? It’s early, what’re you doing?” He brushes his palm down her bare arm before drawing it back up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Gotta go, pretty. My shift starts in half an hour.” She frowns slightly, sitting up and holding onto his hand.

“It’s two days, isn’t it?” He nods.

“That’s the price for having Halloween off every year.” They both sigh, taking in each other’s sleep-smudged figures.

“You’ll be careful, right?” He scoffs but she grips his thigh, giving him a squeeze that tells him she means business.

“Steve, please tell me you’ll be careful.” “Baby, I know what I’m doing. Besides, the likelihood of anything beyond a cat stuck in a tree or a faulty fire alarm in the next forty-eight hours is so low. I’ll probably just be sitting at the station for the next two days, watching grass grow.” Her frown deepens at his words and he surges forward to try to kiss it away. It doesn’t quite work.

“It just freaks me out sometimes. One day you’re with me and the next you’re on shift and I don’t know if it’s been a good or bad one until the next time I see you. And then I start worrying about if there’s gonna be a next time and—”

“Woah, woah. I’m a firefighter, pretty, not a fucking navy seal. Look, I’m gonna promise you two things. First, I promise that I’m gonna call that goddamn VA center on Monday.” This earns him a slight smile.

“And second, I promise you that as long as I can help it, there’s gonna be a next time, ok?” She huffs, not seeming totally convinced. Steve cups her face in both his palms.

“And, I guess I’ll be careful, for you.” He seals his words with a chaste kiss which she chases after, deepening in a way that makes his brain go fuzzy. He finally pulls away, pressing his forehead to hers. 

“I really gotta go, doll. I’ll see you soon.” She offers him a smile.

“Until next time, Steve.”

[maretinelli]

77' PARTY

Sírius Black X fem! reader

Summary: To which, Sirius and Y/n's personalities are the same and they love going out in matching couples' outfits.

Words: 1.3K+

Warnings: Mention of sex? I don't know, couple's cheesiness, mention of drinks and parties, and James being a cool bore.

Author: English is not my first language, I apologize for any errors I may have in the story. If you don't understand, notify me. Just have fun reading and visit my master list.

MASTERLIST

One of the things that made Sirius and Y/n stay together was definitely their personalities.

Y/n met Sirius and the boys the first time they were going to Hogwarts. When all the cars on the train were full, they were the only ones who offered to share the car with her.

And soon the personalities clashed, with every joke Sirius made, it escalated. It was an incredible synchronicity. If Sirius was saying something, Y/n, without knowing the subject, completed the brunette's sentence. So on.

Since then, Y/n was practically the Marauders' amulet. From freshman year until now, almost graduation.

Of course, she also made female friends to have someone to share her girly chats with. But that is not the issue now.

It was Friday and everyone in the Gryffindor house decided to have a party in the commons, just to celebrate the victory in the Quidditch tournament. And of course, no one, least of all the Marauders, would refuse that.

Y/n, Lily, Marlene and Mary were responsible for the decorations and food, while the senior boys along with the Marauders went to Hogsmeade early in the morning to buy some bottles of illegal alcohol to bring to the party.

If McGonagall knew, it would definitely be detention.

The day went by and everyone in the seventh year prepared the communal table between class breaks and away from Minerva's eyes.

Now, hours after classes for the week were over and the commons were ready, the sixth and seventh years of Gryffindor house were in the dorms getting ready.

As there would be alcohol, Lily and a few others said they would prefer fifth years and under not to participate.

Y/n and Sirius found this annoying, because since their second year they had been attending the parties of the senior students in that class and drinking until they were full.

What we see now, through other eyes, was very dangerous.

"Hey, doll! Have you seen my black Queen t-shirt?" Sirius enters Y/n and Lily's dorm without knocking on the door.

Luckily, Lily was downstairs and Y/n was already dressed.

Which also wouldn't change the fact that Y/n is dressed or not, they lost that intimacy a long time ago.

"This one here?" Y/n gets up from the vanity table where she was doing her makeup and stops in front of her boyfriend.

Sirius smiles and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, that's what it's supposed to be" he laughs. "Do you have anything that fits me in your closet? Since you took my last clean blouse"

"I don't know, look," Y/n says, heading to the closet and returning to sit at her dressing table to finish her eyeliner.

Sirius continued looking for something in his girlfriend's closet, while having a conversation about random things with her.

"Hey, what's that? Your Queen shirt!!" He takes the same blouse as his, only a little smaller and his girlfriend's, in his hands.

He had presented them with the same blouse on last Valentine's Day.

"By Merlin, I thought I lost her" Y/n gets up happily to grab her blouse. "Let's change now" she says, already taking off the t-shirt she was wearing and taking the one in Sirius' hand.

"That's right, right? This one doesn't even fit me" he laughs and also takes off his t-shirt to put on the old one that Y/n wore.

With that, the girl wastes no time and looks at her boyfriend's toned body.

"You're looking," Sirius said, as he sat on his girlfriend's bed.

"I know. I was just thanking you for being just mine" she says without any worries and walks to the dresser to get the things needed to give Sirius a hairstyle.

Some might find it tacky, but the couple LOVED going out together.

Like today, they were going out with the same blouse pattern, and braids in their hair. I would only change the bottom part, Y/n was wearing a leather skirt and tights. Sirius, on the other hand, was wearing leather pants. But it was there, in the patterns.

"Do you want the four braids on top of your head like mine, or on the side?" Y/n asks, sitting next to her boyfriend on the bed and picking up the hair elastics.

"Equals"

Y/n rolls her eyes and smiles.

"Okay, my stud"

With that, she combs Sirius' long hair and braids it very quickly.

She was already used to doing quick hairstyles, because whenever she had one, Sirius asked to do the same too. Which ended up taking practice.

About 10 minutes passed and the couple was ready for the party.

"I think that's it, is there anything else?" Y/n asks while putting on the combat boots that were lying around the room.

"All right" Sirius says and then grabs his girlfriend's waist as soon as she stands up, so they can both go down to the party together.

Going down to the common room floor, they could already hear the sound of music and some people talking.

"I thought they were never going to come down" Lily says, when Sirius and Y/n approach the group.

"We had some things to sort out" Sirius implies and winks with one eye, while tightening his grip on his girlfriend's waist.

The group laughs and Y/n rolls her eyes.

"Sirius asked me to braid it and lastly, he couldn't find my combat boots" Y/n says, lifting her feet, which were now wearing black combat boots.

"It's really gay to go out like your girlfriend" James arrives and puts his arm around Lily's shoulders.

"You say that because you don't have long hair to braid with your girlfriend" Sirius says with a shrug and accepting the glass of fire whiskey that Remus had brought for them.

"I don't think so, James. I think it's really cute that they look the same" Lily says being cute and James rolls his eyes and makes a vomiting gesture.

"Be more like your girlfriend, Prongs. She's a good person" Sirius smiles before drinking the liquid and Y/n laughs seeing the butt face James had made.

Turning her gaze to Sirius, she furrows her eyebrows.

"Hey, why do you have a glass and I don't?" Y/n pretends to be offended.

Sirius stops with the glass in his hand and smiles.

"Sorry, kitten!! I'll get one especially for you" he winks and places a chaste kiss on his girlfriend's cheek, before letting go of her and walking to the makeshift bar to get her a glass.

Y/n shakes her head laughing and then starts a conversation with Lily and Marlene. Who had now arrived in the group.

Before long, Black is back in the group with a glass of beer in his hands and hands it to his girlfriend.

"Anything else, woman in my life?" He gives a small bow.

Y/n smiles and takes the glass of beer.

"No my man, this glass of beer is fine for now" she says in the same tone of voice as Sirius, which makes them both laugh.

"You two live in an eternal theater, right?!" Remus says smiling, before taking the glass that was in his mouth.

Sirius looks at his girlfriend and smiles passionately, before kissing the top of her head.

Conversations flowed quickly in the group, until someone changed the songs and put on some more lively.

"OH MY MERLIN!!" Y/n says loudly, making the entire group look at her.

It was already the sixth glass of beer she had had, of course she was a little out of it.

"Sirius darling, come dance with me for this one" she leaves the glass on the table and holds Pads' hand.

Sirius smiled.

"Of course, my crush" he follows her to the dance floor, leaving the entire group staring at them.

"They still get married" Remus and Lily said together, as they looked at the couple on the dance floor.

The two look at each other, having said the same thing and then clap their hands.

"And we'll be godparents" Lily says excitedly to Remus and the group laughs.

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So the trailer for The Minecraft Movie (sorry, “A Minecraft Movie”) came out a couple days ago. I had a lot of thoughts upon seeing it, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head, and have been combing through other people’s takes the last few days, so I’ve been itching to talk about it. The trailer is currently sitting at 500,000 likes vs 900,000 dislikes, so obviously it hasn’t been received well. Even the official Minecraft channel hasn’t uploaded it, only linking to WB’s upload. I thought I’d go back to the beginning and give my thoughts on progress as stuff from the film came out. 

So the first major red flag for me was when they announced the film was going to be in live action. I could not for the life of me fathom that decision. Minecraft has such a goofy and stylized world that it would only really work in animation, and we’ve had plenty of excellent Minecraft animations over the years to prove that. The Fallen Kingdom Pentology, Villager News, Cas van de Pol’s shorts, Kelpilox’s memes, Hapico’s stunning 3D shorts, and of course the official update trailers. Time and time again Minecraft has proven that both hilariously funny and epicly badass content can be made in its world, often by the fanbase. 

And yet, they chose to make the film in live action. The only way I could possibly think of this working would be if they entirely ditched the blocky aesthetic, and made it a high fantasy like Lord of the Rings, The DnD Movie, or even The Princess Bride. There’s plenty of fantasy elements like Creepers, Endermen, and Piglins that could keep something like that grounded in Minecraft’s world, even if it would be an odd choice. 

Then the birthday short came out. For those of you that don’t know, as a part of the 15th anniversary of Minecraft they put out a short on YouTube and Tik Tok of Jack Black and Jason Momoa cutting a cake and wishing Minecraft “happy birthday.” The actors weren’t even wearing any sort of outfit or costume for the film, and their acting felt very strained and terrible. I had my fingers crossed that they just cheaped out because it’s a promotional short, but it was still a bad sign. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/2f0fPzZNPWw 

Then concept art started to leak for the film. While there were a couple of designs I did find cool like the Spider and Elytra, others like the Pig and Villagers concerned me and looked pretty doofy. These were obviously created by a variety of artists, so there was no telling who’s vision they would go forward with, and I saw it as a bit of a coin flip. 

Then the actual trailer came out, and… oh boy… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PE2YZhcC4NY&t=1s 

For a start the opening shot didn’t seem all that bad to me. Yeah real life Minecraft is still a weird concept, and that archway looked unnatural, but at least some level of effort seemed to have gone into it. 

And then the actors showed up and all hope dropped. Their implementation into the film felt really awkward and lazy. Every shot they’ve got an awkward glow around them, either a result of being poorly green screened or needlessly backlit. They often feel out of scale with the environment and there’s a decent amount of shots where they don’t even cast a shadow. They feel so unnatural in this world. It makes you wonder, if all the backgrounds and mobs are gonna be done in CGI anyway, why not make the humans CGI and the whole thing an animation from the get go? 

The wardrobe of these actors is also a strange one. One that stands out as odd to me is Momoa has blonde hair, a brown beard, AND a pink jacket? At least make his hair and beard the same color it just looks awkward. 

And of course the king of awkward stand-outs is Jack Black as Steve. They didn’t even try, they just threw a blue shirt on him and called it a day. They could have at least trimmed up his beard. It’s especially odd they went with Black given Jason Momoa is right there!? Momoa has the perfect skin tone, right beard shape, and roughly the right amount of muscle mass to be Steve. The only thing that doesn’t really line up is his hair is a tad long, but if they were gonna put him in a wig anyway that’s not a hard fix. 

Most of the delivery in the teaser also feels pretty stiff and none of the jokes land. So far it’s got a strong “gulp, he’s right behind me” vibe that I’m not digging. 

Before we get to the moment you’re all waiting for, a couple of little side complaints on minor things. 

Something I noticed in the trailer that super bugged me, but I’ve only seen one other person mention so maybe I’m overreacting, is the logs on the scene where they meet Steve. For some reason the bottom railing has the logs rings facing up toward the crenelations or sideways into each other, but the crenelations have the logs facing sideways toward the camera!? Not only does it look really bad, but that’s the kind of thing that would take a lot of extra effort to do in-game, placing and breaking two extra blocks for each bump, only for it to ruin the build. 

And then there’s the crafting table. This scene was a bit quick, blink and you’ll miss it, so I didn’t give it much thought on first viewing. I just assumed Mamoa put two buckets and a chain on the table… but he didn’t. He threw like, six iron ingots and five cobblestone, onto the table and it somehow worked. The items on the table weren’t even lined up with the crafting grid. It’s the literal fucking name of the game and they couldn’t get it right!? HOW, HOW DO YOU FUCK UP THAT BADLY!!!

Okay now we’re on to the REAL bad bit! The mobs in this film are a train wreck. They are a shining example of what I mentioned before, either you make this film entirely animation or entirely live action. This awkward halfway point just creates an uncanny valley feeling that’s disturbing to look at. Most of them feel A.I. generated. 

The Sheep and the Llama are obviously the worst contenders. They look like something a parody YouTuber would throw together for a grossout short in 2013. I’ve heard some people try to defend this movie by saying “it’s just for kids, don’t be so hard on it.” I can’t think of a single five year old that would piss their pants crying in fear if they saw this thing pop up on screen. They are horrendous. 

Then there’s the Wolf. The Wolf doesn’t look as bad in comparison. There’s something off about its lips and hind legs, but I think obscuring it in shadows is saving us from the brunt of whatever the hell could be going on. 

And then there’s the Creeper, which is an… interesting choice. A lot of people have complained that it’s fuzzy, but looking at the poster it seems a bit odder than that. It looks like its skin is made of a dirt like substance and its fir is grass, which is… a choice. For those that don’t know, the original description we were given of Creeper skin was that it was “crunchy like dry leaves.” This has led to basically everyone assuming Creepers are plant-like creatures, with most people giving them scaly skin. I suppose grass fir fits with being plant-like, but it’s not scaly or dry at all. To be fair, a lot of fan theories have suggested Creepers could be made of peat moss, and it looks a little like that, but it’s still off. 

That then brings us to the Piglins who… honestly don’t look that bad. I think a combination of smaller eyes, less fur, and not being based on a real life animal makes them a lot more digestible than the other mobs in the film. I also like the use of Ghasts as airships. That was a concept we saw in one of the Fallen Kingdom songs that Minecraft almost implemented into canon with Minecraft Legends. While these Ghast airships are nowhere near as cool looking as either of those examples, at least it’s something. But there’s a lot of stuff to talk about with the Piglins aside from their appearance, so let's get into it. 

The first is a common complaint I’ve seen people make: how they’re able to breathe in the Overworld, when normally this causes Zombification. We *might* have an answer to this. In Minecraft Legends the Piglins tried to invade the Overworld. They brought with them huge Nether Spreader devices that spread Netherrack and heated the air, while the Horde of the Spore bred and spread mushroom fungal spores into the air. The spores made the air breathable for Piglins, and the heat presumably killed off the virus. 

Now that made sense for Legends, but doesn’t really make sense here. After the Piglin Invasion, the Horde of the Spore was hit hardest by the war. While survivors of the Horde of the Hunt remain in the Crimson Forests and the Horde of the Bastion remain in the Bastion Remnants, Piglins have since abandoned the Warped Forests, with Hoglins even developing a fear of the Warped Fungi, leaving the Horde of the Spore extinct. 

During Legends the Piglins had giant machines and an entire third of the army dedicated to making the Overworld breathable, while this trailer seems to show the much smaller modern Piglin army, so I have no idea how they are keeping alive. 

The other big issue that rises with the Piglins being here is… why? In Legends the Piglin Invasion at least sort of made sense. In the base game we had the Ruined Portals revealing travel between the two Dimensions was once more common, and the Bastion Remnants hinting that Piglins were once more populous and militaristic. Legends answered both of these by implying that the Piglins once tried to invade the Overworld, but after their four abusive kings were killed the few survivors split up and determined the Overworld not worth their efforts. 

The Piglins went from a militaristic and imperial force determined to conquer, to a small band of tribes that, while territorial, are ultimately friendly. They’ve become far less united and greedy (assuming they even were that greedy, Legends is a story written by the victors after all.) Based on the outfits, and Steve being alive, it seems the Piglins in this film are the *modern* Piglins. The chill dudes that give you enchanted boots for gold and compose fire mixtapes. The whole turning an entire race in your story into mindless evil monsters for Legends was already something that didn’t sit well with the Minecraft fanbase, especially with how adorable Piglins are, so using the friendly version of them as the bad guys in the film is an odd choice. We already have a group that raids villages, the Illagers, and a group that's yet to get the story spotlight, the Undead, both of whom would’ve been more logical and interesting villains for the movie. 

That brings me to another minor point that I think is worth bringing up here. I’ve heard some people complain about the portal at the start and while I agree it shouldn’t be blue, it's not for the same reason they do. A lot of people claim the portal should be purple, which is actually not true. Purple is the color of the Nether Portal yes, but we know from Minecraft Story Mode and the Infinite Dimensions April Fools Snapshot that that portals in this world can be basically any color, with each Dimension getting its own color, so the idea of the human world not being purple makes sense. 

But I think this shade of light blue is a bad choice, for one simple reason. The plot of Minecraft Legends was: Piglins decided to invade the overworld, so heroes from a far off land were brought in through a light blue portal to fix it. So far, the plot of this film seems to be: Piglins decided to invade the overworld, so heroes from a far off land were brought in through a light blue portal to fix it.

We’re just doing Legends again, which I cannot fucking fathom. Why the hell would you make a “Minecraft” movie and then base its plot on something exclusive to one of the sequels. Where’s the logic in that!? It’s especially baffling that Legends of all things was the one they decided to go with. Filming for this film didn’t start till earlier this year, sometime after February, meaning that things like actor schedules, lot rentals, and creating props probably weren’t set in stone until like, last August. 

That was well after Legends was the biggest critical and financial flop of any Minecraft spin-off (sans maybe Earth, but that never really came out.) This film had already been delayed time and time again, presumably because the script wasn’t up to snuff, so one more delay after it had been proven that people didn’t want to see that story wouldn’t have been that big a deal. Then again, Legends wasn’t officially canned until a couple months before filming and Black and Momoa probably have busier schedules and had to be booked further in advance. But it still feels like a poor choice that they had time to course correct on. 

Although there is ONE thing that sets this story apart from Legends. It appears to be going down the Jumanji route. Now while you could argue Legends already was an Isekai story, at least in that case it was someone traveling from a Minecraft world to another Minecraft world. Here we’ve got another fucking instance of a bunch of people being sucked into the videogame world. 

As people have mentioned before, having Jack Black in here is automatically giving Jumanji vibes, but even ignoring that I’m so damn sick of every single videogame movie being an Isekai. It is so annoying that game worlds aren’t allowed to exist as their own thing. The protagonist always has to be some outsider from the real world sent to this strange and kooky realm, and it’s just annoying. Videogames are fun when they have rich, fleshed out, and lived in universes, and reducing that to either “I’ve been trapped in the game” or “I’m unfamiliar with this world at tall” robs them of a lot of their wonder. The Mario Movie did it, the Monster Hunter Movie did it, the Sonic Movie did the reverse of it. We need more Detective Pickachu type films, where we explore people from a far out place in that far out place. 

Now let’s shift gears into less of aesthetic annoyances and more into potential spoiler territory. 

Something that I didn’t notice while watching the trailer, and I’ve only seen one person point out, is that The Seer from Minecraft Legends shows up at one point, surrounded by a crowd of Piglins. Now I would assume this movie is non-canon (it’s not made by Mojang and previous stuff not made by Mojang, like Story Mode, have been non-canon.) But if it IS canon, The Seer being there has interesting implications for the series lore/timeline. 

First and foremost is the idea that the Seer and Steve are alive at the same time. Steve is in both the base game and Dungeons, both of which were agreed to happen in a similar time-frame anyway. (Dungeons has both statues of the Ender Dragon being alive during the Arch-Illager’s reign and statues of her getting slain.) But Legends is agreed upon taking place hundreds if not thousands of years prior to the events of the main game. None of the ruined and abandoned structures of modern Minecraft are in it and it depicts the origin of most of the series main races/factions. 

In order for The Seer and Steve to be alive at the same time it either means The Seer is immortal and has been hiding in the background for a while, or Steve is both immortal and MUCH older than we thought. Of the two the first seems more likely, and creates interesting potential for The Seer. They’re the only major antagonist from any of the three main games to not either be befriended or killed (I’m sure someone in Story Mode survived I’m forgetting about) and so their story is unfinished. They also serve as a great explanation for the Piglin army.

The Piglins only attacked during Legends because they were ruled by tyrannical kings who borderline enslaved their people and had a might-makes-right mentality. With all these kings dead, and no army left to maintain their rule/order, of course the survivors would become more independent and less militaristic. It was a logical way to transition from how they’re depicted in both games. If anyone was going to revert the Piglins to their old ways, it would be the ancient hag who advised that cruel council, the only one their violent king showed an ounce of respect or fear to. Seer’s reinstating the old ways, the only question is why now? What took them so long to strike? 

But there’s another potential wrinkle in this plot that could make it more complicated, in an honestly annoying way. Throughout the trailer we see the main kid in the red hoodie is holding a strange glowing blue cube (that totally isn’t just the Tesseract from Marvel.) What this device is hasn’t been explained, but I’ve seen two popular theories going around. 

The first is that it’s a Beacon. In which case, sure, whatever. The other is that it could be the Orb of Dominance and this is the Orb’s origin story, of how it became an all powerful evil artifact. That would make this film a prequel to Legends, establishing how The Seer got their hands on the Orb and got their good standing with the Great Hog’s council 

I… don’t like that. For two main reasons. The first is that this would just exacerbate the Steve is immortal problem, you’re really gonna tell me he was there for EVERYTHING!? The second is that it really drags down the Orb of Dominance’s cool factor. The way it's depicted and talked about in Dungeons implies it's some sort of manifestation of an eldritch entity hellbent on destroying or conquering everything it comes into contact with, who has been vying for power since the dawn of time. Now it’s… something(?) that the humans brought with them. While still mysterious, I suppose, it sounds a lot less cool now (although let’s be honest, it was always a little dumb.) 

Also slightly off topic but I just want to mention, PhoenixSC made a video reviewing the teaser, and WB copyright struck him and forced him to mute a portion of the audio. Now you might think “oh well they own the trailer they’re allowed to do that” but no, it wasn’t anything from the teaser they took down. You know what it was? A couple minutes of a fanmade Minecraft short-film Phoenix was praising for being better than the official thing. Not only is that footage they don’t own any right too, but reviewing things is well and truly covered under fair-use. 

That’s an absolute scumbag movie. Combine that with the recent controversy Jack Black is getting into and I say please, just don’t watch this film in theaters. It’s clear not an ounce of care or love went into making this. It already looks like such a by the numbers and cheaply put together thing. They can 100% do better and we 100% deserve better.

[weirdcoreboy]

I Hate You- But I'm Not A Monster

G/T Gotcha For Gaza 2024! @gtgotcha4gaza / @smallsday Prompt: Two normal-sized characters are enemies, but character A puts aside their differences to help character B when B suddenly shows up tiny / having shrunk. Despite this, B is afraid that A will hurt them in their vulnerable state. (You can use any characters for this, and if you don't like the prompt, feel free to modify or shorten it as you see fit!)

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Vincent Feldman, aged 22, thought that the hardest thing in his life would be high school. But noooo, bullies are in college too, apparently. Between homework, parties, and his bully, Damien Blackwood, he wasn't sure how he was staying afloat.

But what happens when a mysterious package shows up at his door?

I Hate You- But I'm Not A Monster - weirdcoreboy - No Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

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Vincent stared at the blank screen in front of him, the empty Gaggle page seemingly taunting him for not being able to write a single line of this stupidly hard project he had to write for his college. He pouted before glancing at the clock and gasping in horror as he realized what time it was. 11:45 PM. Well… crap.

He gritted his teeth and reopened the laptop, typing furiously. He had forgotten that the assignment Professor Tayman had assigned him- the one he was writing- was due the next day. Er…well, to be more precise, in fifteen minutes. He swallowed nervously. This would most definitely be an…interesting presentation tomorrow. He could almost see it- him wobbling to the front of the room, most likely sleep-deprived- and then mumbling out his essay to the other twenty students in the class. He stifled a snicker just thinking about it, before he stopped and sighed, thinking back to what happened the previous week. First, there was Damien. Damien was your typical emo that looked like he hadn’t been out in the sun for at least his whole life, and by that I mean the sort of person who would probably get a sunburn from a flashlight. Hell, Vincent wouldn't have bee surprised if the guy hadn’t seen any form of light since he was in the hospital after getting born. He had (definitely dyed) black hair that covered his right eye and was down to his shoulders in what was either a messily done wolf cut or a mullet done by a blind person on steroids. If that wasn’t bad enough, he constantly had the annoying seventh-grade ‘I’m so cool, I’m so special, look at me’ aura, despite the fact he was wearing what Vincent privately thought was the ugliest black skull tank top and black cargo pants with chains all over them in the world, making him sound like a human jingle bell. What was even worse about this guy was the fact he was twenty-two. A legal adult as well as the same age as Vincent himself.

Although…he couldn’t say much himself. He glanced down at his ruffled shirt with polka dots on it, which earned him the nickname ‘clown boy’ in school. He wrinkled his nose in distaste thinking about all of Damien’s teasing remarks on it. Again, the man was twenty-two, for heaven’s sake. He shook his head violently, trying to clear his thoughts. “Ugh! I am not letting some emo loser ruin my day! He can go die in a hole, for all I care!” he exclaimed, before ducking his head in embarrassment as he realized he said that aloud. “I mean…whatever.” he muttered to himself, before he heard the doorbell ring, making him jump and fall out of his chair. “Ow…why does my stupid apartment have to install such loud door…whatever.” he grumbled, rubbing his head before getting up and taking out his phone, checking his outfit and makeup before going to the door. “Who is it?” he asked before just opening the door, not bothering to check. Admittedly, that wasn’t the best idea, as he immediately got pelted in the face by rain. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but…wow, that hurt. “Augh-?!” he managed out, getting water in his mouth immediately. He spat it out and shielded his eyes with his hands, looking up, then down and spotting a box. ‘Seriously?! What the hell-?!’ he thought to himself before picking it up. ‘This better be good…’ He shook the box and could’ve sworn he heard a muffled, tiny…human-like scream coming from it, but…it was probably just the rain. Right? Right??? He sighed and brought the box to the kitchen, checking his phone for emails. No…he hadn’t ordered anything recently. His binder had come in the previous day, and he didn’t have anything else out for delivery. So…what was this thing? It wasn’t labeled, and it was dripping all over his counter. “You know what, random box?” he said to it, “I’m just gonna assume this is a glitter bomb and…” he grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and stabbed it in, “Not open it carefully. I’m already sparkly enough.” he joked to himself, tearing the box open. He didn’t notice the muffled screams coming from it as he finished opening it, staring inside to find…absolutely nothing. “Oh, come on…” he whined to himself as he reached into the seemingly empty box, feeling around the edges until he felt a small, ping-pong ball-sized object. He squeaked in surprise as the thing moved, curling up tighter in his palm, “I don’t…what?” he mumbled, lifting it out of the box and staring at the trembling ball of what appeared to be charcoal. “Eh-?!” he let out a squeak of surprise, nearing dropping it as it jumped in his hand. 

“Uhm…” he was at a loss for words as he poked the thing, hearing it squeak. “I’m sorry!! Sorry…” he apologized as the doll…thing…tiny human…? uncurled itself and looked up at him, and he immediately recognized the man. 

“D-Damien…?” He stammered out, noticing how the other man immediately flinched and started trying to get out of his grip. “Wait, wait wait hold on—“ he said as he held him tighter, earning a squeak from the poor boy in his hands. “Wait, no, I’m sorry-“ he apologized, loosening his grip as Damien screamed in a tiny voice, making his heart break a bit. 

“Let me go, you freak!!” The emo boy screeched out as he squirmed, the chains on his pants catching on Vincent’s nails and making the whole situation even worse. “Were you the one who did this to me—?!” 

Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “No, I swear! The package you were in was just delivered to my house in the rain!!” He protested, trying to get Damien to see, but Damien just froze, paling. 

“I-I-“ 

Vincent cut him off. “Come on man, you’re sopping wet and…this happened.” He indicated Damien’s size. “Can we at least just…get you some food and maybe dry…something?” He sighed as Damien stiffened. 

“No.” He hissed, “you are going to tell me what I’m doing here and what happened.” He hissed, trying to seem tough, but his voice shook at the end.

“I don’t know man, seriously!” Vincent exclaimed. “You just…showed up, and I don’t know what-!” He was cut off by Damien. 

“How am I supposed to trust your words?” The raven haired boy glared at him, “you and I, we’re enemies, you know that. You could..you could snatch me up and hurt me and—” he started trembling.

Vincent’s eyes went wide, “Dude, look at me-“ he began, using a finger to tilt Damien’s chin up to look at him. “First of all, you started our ‘rivalry’, whatever it was…and whatever your little emo heart is thinking, I’m not planning on hurting you. We haven’t gotten physical once, and I’m not going to break it.” He finished. After a moment of silence, he added, 

“Also, I’m the only person here, so it’s not like you have any other words to trust.” 

Damien huffed, knowing he couldn’t argue. “Clothes, then food, then talk?” He finally muttered out as Vincent smiled. This was…progress. Maybe. He still noticed the small shake in Damien’s voice and he tried his best to reassure him as he put the boy on the counter. 

“Clothes, then food, then talk.” He parroted. With that, he turned to find something for Damien to wear, despite their massive size difference. Hell, he’d even sew something up for him to wear. After a bit, he found something perfect.

“Damien!” He called back as he came back into the kitchen with the clothes before spotting an empty counter. His blood ran cold as he stared. “Damien…?” He paled, 

“Damien, talk to me. Where are you?” He said frantically before looking at his platform boots, suppressing a gagging noise as he thought about what had happened. He checked his boots, which were clean- thank goodness- before throwing them across the room and watching his steps. 

“Hey…Damien, it’s safe, I promise.” He whispered as he carefully walked up to the counter, noticing a trail of water droplets that led to a cereal box. He moved there quickly, putting a hand on the box to move it before hearing something- probably a scream, but at Damien’s size, it was more of a squeak. 

“Stop!!” 

The blonde immediately retracted his hand with a gasp. “Sorry, sorry—“ he mumbled out before an idea came to mind. “I won’t move it…” he began, a smile coming to his face, “but you have to talk to me.” He coaxed. A few seconds passed before he heard a muffled, “Fine.” coming from behind the box. 

Vincent sat down, leaning against the counter, “So, Damien…how are you feeling?” He asked. He heard a dry laugh in response. 

“Besides waking up in a box and getting held like a toy by my enemy…? I just feel…am I dreaming?” Damien sighed, “I mean, I seriously couldn’t have just…gotten shrunk by someone..and then somehow mailed to Vincent freaking Feldman, literally the dumbest person in school and-“ he cut himself off, obviously realizing his predicament. 

Vincent, however, only laughed. “gee, thanks for the description. I’m flattered. Is that how it happened though? Some guy just…decided to shrink you? Why?” 

“I don’t know…” Damien replied. “But I feel kinda…I feel stupid, like this is just another thing proving how I’m just a worthless idiot and-“ he was cut off by Vincent standing up. 

“Hey! I won’t let you say those things about yourself.” He flared, instinctively moving and slapping away the cereal box, the only thing separating the two. He watched Damien pale as the cereal spilled nearby. “I-I didn’t-“ he began as Damien started to back up. “Wait-!” 

“This- this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” The other boy retorted before he could finish. “T-to make me feel safe a-and capture me!” With every word, he backed up a step more until he was just on the edge of the counter.

“Damien, hold on-!” Vincent yelled, reaching for him. “You’re gonna-“ 

Damien’s eyes went wide and he flinched back before falling off the counter with a scream, shutting his eyes tightly and expecting certain death. One second passed…then another…until he finally cracked an eye open. 

“Wh-?” He said as he was being held by Vincent again. The blonde had practically belly-flopped over the counter, laying on his stomach. Damien watched him wince. He flinched as Vincent spoke.

“What the hell, man…” the blonde growled. “Don’t say those things about yourself. I mean it.” He said as he got off the counter, still holding Damien as he lifted him up to eye level.

“Look man. You might be an idiot, but you’re not worthless, no matter what size you are. Besides, you’re my idiot.” 

It took a few seconds for both boys to process that, but when they did, Damien busted out laughing and Vincent just covered his face with his free hand in embarrassment, flushing a deep crimson.

“Anyway!” He exclaimed out, trying to change the subject, “Damien freaking Whitman! Stop laughing!” He said in a mom-like tone, making Damien laugh harder. “What was I saying-? Oh yeah! Clothes, then food, then talk!” He huffed out as he held out Damien’s new clothes. 

“I thought they might suit you. I used to sew doll clothes but this is really nice fabric that I tossed together. Hope you like it?” He managed out, trying to suppress a smile as Damien looked the clothes over.

Damien immediately stopped laughing at the sight. “…Dude, is that a dress? And it’s pink? ” 

Vincent started snickering at his expression, “I think you just invented a new shade of white with how pale you just got…” he managed out as he put Damien and the obnoxiously pink dress onto the table. “I’ll leave you be with your new…friend. Don’t run off again.” He grinned as Damien’s jaw dropped, the raven haired boy looking between him and the monstrosity of a dress.

“Can’t wait to see you in this, bye!” Vincent moved to leave quickly as Damien started shouting.

“Dude- VIN- wait! I’M SORRY FOR LAUGHING-! Don’t make me wear this!” The emo boy begged as the door clicked shut. He could hear Vincent laughing in the hall as he screeched.

“VINCENT FELDMAN!”

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[pocket-sized-nightmare]

here’s my entry for day 4 of @gem-pearl-week 2024! today’s prompt is “godhood” :D

Pearl’s arrival into the Empires SMP is marked by confusion.

Everyone around her is dressed in their normal clothes. Save for a few missing pieces and lost inventories, they’re all exactly the same as they were before. And they’re all staring at her.

Pearl is too distracted by the entirely new universe they’ve all crash-landed in to figure out why for a few hours. It’s only while talking to a man who has to be Scott’s soultwin that she finally processes it.

Her normal T-shirt and black hoodie have been replaced by a flowing green dress. She wears golden sandals instead of scuffed black sneakers. Her hair is much longer than it should be, and it’s oddly straight and shiny – very different from the usual tangles that come from hours of building work. The only familiar thing about her outfit is a crown of sunflowers, her favorite flower since childhood. Scott tells her she looks familiar, but that can’t be right. She doesn’t even look like herself.

————

“Pearl, what in the world did you do to her?”

A redheaded dragon hybrid with scaly white wings curls up against her partner as they watch the world from above. “You could’ve at least given them all a transformation,” she continues.

“I didn’t mean to!” A goddess with a sunflower crown wraps a golden goose wing around her. “It just sort of happened, Gem. I’ve got no explanation for it.”

“This can’t be a coincidence,” Gem says. “I’ve been watching my soultwin from a thousand years in the future LARP an entire developed empire for the last six months. I didn’t even know yours existed.”

“It’s a comforting thought.” Pearl smiles. “Maybe we’re supposed to find each other in every universe.”

“Yeah.” Gem closes her eyes and takes in the warmth of Pearl’s embrace. “Still. You could at least give her a hello before you transform her in your image.”

Pearl swats Gem with her other wing. “I told you, that was a complete accident.”

————

“Princess Gem of the kingdom of Dawn,” Pearl repeats, reading over the signature on Dawn’s latest royal decree.

The new universe solves exactly one mystery: where on earth Gem’s been disappearing to every day. It’s comforting to know she hasn’t just been holed up in her Hermitcraft base. Dawn is developed and beautiful, and the empire’s builds all bear a distinct GeminiTay touch. Pearl could wander its winding roads for hours.

Beyond that, though, Pearl has a thousand more questions. How did Gem get through the rift before it was open? How did she find out about this world? Who’s the goddess in the stained-glass window of the church, and why does she kind of look like me? And above all, what on earth is going on with my new outfit?

She doesn’t have time to wonder for long before Gem appears behind her. “Hey, Pearl!”

Pearl drops the scroll and shrieks in surprise. “You startled me! How’d you get back there?”

“I’ve been here for a while!” Gem says with a grin. “How are you doing? Enjoying the kingdom?”

Pearl tries to put on a bright smile. “Yeah, it’s great! I can’t believe what you’ve done with the place.”

Gem sees straight through Pearl’s act. “Okay, I know you better than that. How are you really doing?”

Pearl sits down on a nearby bench and sighs. “I feel weird. Is that bad?”

“Nope. I felt like that when I stumbled on this place. Especially after…” Gem flutters her monarch butterfly wings. “I’m still adjusting to these things. It’s hard to be an elytrian. How do you do it every day?”

Pearl giggles. “Hard work and practice. And, you know, living with them all day, every day since age seven.” She elbows Gem playfully, then sighs. “Your friend Sausage keeps forgetting who I am.”

“Sausage forgets everything,” Gem says without a hint of concern. “He’ll get it back.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. He keeps calling me a goddess.” It occurs to her that Gem might be able to help her solve another mystery. “Do you know who Santa Perla is?”

Gem’s eyes light up. “Of course! She’s a farming goddess. There are all kinds of legends about her. Apparently she lived, like, a thousand years ago. I’ve heard a couple different versions of the story, but the main idea is that she was a guardian who was killed at the end of the world and then brought back to life by the king of Mythland. She’s supposed to bring protection and renewal.”

“Protection and renewal.” Pearl can’t help but smile at that. “Y’know, I don’t mind being compared to that. She sounds nice.”

“Come to think of it, she does kind of look like you,” Gem says.

“Aw, are you calling me pretty?”

Gem jokingly winks. “Brighter than the sun.”

————

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to reach her,” Saint Pearl admits.

Gem looks up from the pie filling she’s halfway through preparing and blinks in surprise. “I thought you never tried to visit the world below anymore.”

“I know. But she’s different.” Pearl grabs a spoon from the kitchen drawer and steals a spoonful of pie filling. “She’s basically my sister. I’ve got to say hello.”

Gem smirks. “And that’s all?”

“I’m not going to ask her if she’s in love with the ruler of Dawn, if that’s what you’re implying.” Pearl steals another spoonful of pie filling. “Oh, that’s really good. What is that, apple?”

“Golden apple and honey.” Gem moves the bowl out of Pearl’s reach with a grin. “I guess you’re right. We already know the answer.”

“Hey, now.” Pearl reaches for another bite of pie and misses by a mile. “I don’t want to make assumptions about her. Or your soultwin, for that matter.”

“She heard your story and immediately built a church for you. And you ‘just so happen’ to resemble her best friend on her home server.” Gem moves the bowl a bit further away. “Save some for the pie, you goofball.”

“And what are you suggesting we do? Play matchmaker?” Pearl moves a bit closer, surreptitiously reaching out a spoon.

“Nope,” Gem says, both to the suggestion and the attempted theft. “I don’t know. However they feel, we shouldn’t try to force them together. I just think we need to…”

“We should just…” Pearl says.

“...say hello,” they say at the same time.

Gem notices Pearl has another spoonful of pie filling in her hand. “Oh, don’t you dare!”

————

Climbing a tree at night is the most foolish thing Gem’s ever done.

In her very weak defense, she panicked. There was a creeper following her, and it’s hard to think straight when a murderous mob is on your tail. Besides, the tree provided a foothold to climb up to the roof of a nearby fisherman’s cottage. He’s out of the house that day, thank goodness – she doesn’t know what she’d do if anyone caught her like this.

With the creeper gone, Gem prepares to step down, then freezes. The ground below her is surrounded on all sides by zombies.

She reaches for her sword, then remembers she doesn’t have one. Gem can’t help but roll her eyes at the realization that she’s effectively the human equivalent of a cat in a tree. “I deserve this. That’s on me.”

From a few blocks away, someone calls, “You alright over there?”

Gem recognizes the voice and immediately puts her head in her hands.

Sure enough, Pearl swoops down and lands on the tree’s highest branch. “Well, now, what do we have here?”

“A lot of zombies,” Gem says.

Pearl peers down at the horde below. “I’m surprised you haven’t cut all their heads off by now.”

Gem sighs. “Well, uh. About that.” She looks down at her feet. “My character– I mean–” She clears her throat. “Princess Gem of Dawn doesn’t carry weapons.”

“A damsel in distress, huh?” Pearl ties her dress out of the way and climbs up to the roof. “Doesn’t sound like the Gemini I know.”

“Shut up and give me a sword.”

“Gladly.” Pearl tosses an iron sword to Gem, then takes her own diamond sword from her inventory. “This might be the last time I ever have better gear than you.”

“Oh, I’ve got full netherite armor on. You just can’t see it.” Gem hops down to the grass and begins taking out the zombies around her.

Pearl joins her after a moment. Gem can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that Pearl has clearly improved since Season 8. A selfish part of her hopes it’s because of their sparring practices.

Saint Pearl watches the sight on her television with one wing wrapped around Gem. “Aw, look at ‘em.”

“They’re such idiots,” Gem giggles.

“Because of the not-unrequited love, or because Gem didn’t have a sword?”

“Can’t it be both?” Gem says with a grin.

The last zombie disappears into a puff of smoke just as the sun peeks over the horizon. Pearl nudges Gem. “Hey, look. Dawn.”

Gem sits down and leans against the wall of the house. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Pearl sits down next to her. “So beautiful.”

Gem smiles at the sight of the sunrise. “We used to do this sometimes.”

“We still do,” Saint Pearl says.

Pearl sleepily grins. “Thank you for the adventure.”

Pearl rests her head on Gem’s shoulder. Pearl rests her head on Gem’s shoulder.

A soft sense of connection – of something finally feeling right – washes over Pearl and Gem at the same time. Gem yawns. “We should at least get a bit of rest.” She offers Pearl her hand. “Sleepover at my castle?”

“Gladly,” Pearl says.

————

Hello, Pearl.

Your new friends are right that you look familiar. The transformation was an accident, and I apologize for that. I’m not sure how to undo it – not when you’re on this server, I mean. I will say that the dress suits you. Its color matches your hair very nicely.

Anyway, that’s not why I’m here. I think I can speak to you and your friends in dreams. It’s much more clear than when I’m in person, at least. It’s true that I’m a goddess, but there’s much more to the story than people know. I was the ruler of Gilded Helianthia, a kingdom full of sunflowers. I learned to fight to protect my friends, much like the way you saved Gemini today. We have a lot in common. I suspect there’s even more that I haven’t yet learned.

My partner is asleep next to me. She’s holding my hand. I think you’d like her. We have that in common, too.

Thank you for making yourself known to me. I’m glad to finally meet you, and I hope we get to learn more about each other in the future. It’s nice to know I have a kind and protective soultwin to look after.

I suppose I might as well leave you with one more tidbit about me, considering you’re going to wake up soon. My partner is the former wizard and ruler of the Crystal Cliffs, a thousand years ago. I love her. She’s a real gem.

I hope you’re well, and that tomorrow brings you more adventures. It’s lovely to finally meet you.

————

When Pearl wakes up, there’s a potted sunflower on Gem’s bedside table that wasn’t there before. She picks it and adds it into her flower crown. “Good morning, Saint Pearl. Thank you for the gift.”

The princess of Dawn rolls over and curls up against Pearl’s side, snoring softly.

Pearl smiles. “And thank you too, Wizard Gem.”

[t4tozier]

boredom cure coming through via me requesting any thoughts you have on starbreaker, specifically what are your takes on their like. wild ass personality quirks they each unlock about the other after a certain period of time. if that makes sense.

(also, unrelated, but I'm watching succession right now, currently halfway through season 2, and fully understanding so many more of the posts I've seen about it. oh boy it sure is a SHOW.)

WOOO another succer enters the villa. you and my mom are watching at the same time you should text each other <3 feel free to pop in my asks or dms at any point w additional thoughts.

okay yes this does make sense. i’ll do more canon adjacent in a sec but first you get a got it bad fact that you didn’t ask for because she’s on my mind <3 semi related because jace doesn’t find this out until he starts sleeping over. porter has night terrors and sleepwalks. jace screams so loud it actually wakes porter up the first time he opens his eyes in the middle of the night to see porter standing over him with a dead-eyed stare. fun fact chap 5 was supposed to have an extra scene with maverick laying on porter’s chest to ground him and keep him from getting up in the middle of the night but i forgot while i was writing it because the park scene ended up being the main focus and by the time i remembered about it i had already posted it. sad.

okay canon-ish quirks. hm thinking thinking. porter’s incredibly anal (ha) about where his shit goes. like he’s got one side of the bathroom counter and jace has one side. jace has his section of the closet (his is bigger since porter just wears gym clothes 95% of the time) but his clothes better not start getting mixed up with porter’s shit. jace can be a little…absentminded about where he puts stuff down. he’s very much an “controlled chaos” kind of guy. it drives porter crazy.

i’ve def said this before so i’ll give you two jace ones but he listens to true crime podcasts to go to sleep. idk if this is a quirk per se but he listens to them out loud because earbuds hurt his ears if he’s laying on them all night. which means porter has to lay in bed next to him at night, wide awake for at least an hour after he falls asleep, listening to solace’s most gruesome crimes covered by a girl with an annoying voice. he starts putting jace’s fantasy spotify on a timer because jace is out like a fucking light within 5 or so minutes of getting into bed.

a quirk of jace’s that porter actually finds oddly endearing is that he has an app where he keeps track of all his clothes. how much they were. how often he wears it. pictures so he can easily create fits. now porter appreciates a simple wardrobe. but part of that is bc he can’t be bothered to come up with outfits every day. it’s just easier to throw on some form of plain t shirt and gym shorts or joggers. but he knows jace prides himself on his appearance and fashion sense, and at the same time gets overwhelmed when he has too many options. so even though jace has a massive closet, so big that he needs an app to even remember everything he owns, porter thinks it’s kind of cute and funny that of course this is the one thing he can always count on jace to have organized.

[ladykailitha]

Meet Me On the Dance Floor Part 1

Okay, we have now gotten a story I am most concerned with publishing as this is the one where my lack of knowledge is going to show the most. The first part was the original story and if you want, you can stop it there, no harm done. However from part 2-4 is where I take my leap of faith. It’s where we get into a headcanon I have about Mike regarding with how he treats Steve (I’ll put it in the tags for the final 3 parts) and it fits for the story, but I’m not sure if it will stick to the wall so to speak. Also the fourth part will be marked as mature, just heads up for sexy times (Steddie).

*

Steve was sleeping deeply for the first time in what felt like ages.

“Harrington,” someone said above him.

He just snuggled deeper into the covers.

“Steve,” the voice insisted.

He really didn’t want to wake up.

Someone shook him. “Come on, Stevie,” the voice said, warm and inviting.

Steve opened his eyes to see a worried Eddie leaning over him.

“Hey, man. There you are. I was getting worried. I thought you wanted to come with us tonight.”

Steve sat up in a rush. “Shit!” He rubbed his eyes trying to get his vision to clear. “What time is it?”

“6:37pm.”

Steve leapt from the bed, nearly knocking Eddie over. “Shit, shit, shit!” he scrambled to find the clothes he was going to wear. He looked over his shoulder. “Do you think I have time to shower?”

Eddie looked at his watch and winced. “Probably not.”

“Damn it.”

He dashed into the bathroom to at least put on deodorant. But when he went to spray himself, the can was empty. “Fuck!”

“I keep some cologne in the van for times when I smoke at school, I can grab it for you?” Eddie said from the doorway.

Steve sighed in relief. “That would be great. Thanks, dude.”

Eddie hurried out the van while Steve got dressed.

When Eddie came back he was shocked to see Steve’s outfit. He was wearing black dress pants, with a black t-shirt, and black suit jacket. He paired the outfit with his white sneakers. Around his neck was a simple silver chain that barely brushed his collar bones and he had a couple of chains on his belt.

“Looking good, Stevie,” Eddie said with a whistle.

Steve looked over at Eddie, who was wearing his tightest torn-up jeans with a black button up and dark grey vest. He had bangles on his wrists, and chains on his belt. He wore his black bandanna over his hair.

“I could say the same, Eddie,” Steve said with a grin.

Eddie tossed him the can of cologne and Steve gave himself a couple of sprays and tossed it back.

Eddie shoved it in his back pocket as he circled Steve. “I didn’t know you wore black, Stevie. You’ve been holding out on me.”

Steve blushed. “I haven’t worn this in a while, because it’s what I was wearing when Nancy broke up with me. But it’s the only thing I’ve got that’s club worthy and I’m ready to make new memories in tonight.”

Eddie stopped in front of him and tapped his lips with his finger. “It’s missing something.”

Steve looked down at himself and then back at Eddie hopelessly. “Yeah?”

“I’ve got it!” he cried. He pulled off one his rings and put it on Steve’s right hand. “There we go. It would be better if your ears were pierced but this should add just that right amount of style.”

Steve blushed, looking at the ring on his pinkie finger.

“You ready to go?” Eddie asked.

Steve looked up. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I am.”

*

Eddie slid into the back seat when they picked up Robin. “Nothing against Stevie being here, but we are going to a gay bar. Do we need a token straight for that?”

Steve and Robin shared a glance before they started laughing.

“Dude,” Steve said. “I thought you knew. I’m bisexual.”

Eddie raised both eyebrows.

“Dingus didn’t even want to come until I said you were coming,” Robin added.

Eddie could see that the back of Steve’s ears had gone bright red and figured his face matched.

“Partly,” Steve defended. “I went from no to maybe when she said you were coming.”

“So what made you decide to come?” Eddie asked as they pulled up to another house.

Steve laid on the horn and Will came barreling out the front door.

“For him,” Steve said quietly.

Eddie got it. Everyone knew Will was gay and everyone knew he had feelings for his best friend.

This whole night was about getting Will out of the straight, white Hawkins and to some place where he could meet other queers. Maybe even some his own age.

Eddie slid over to the opposite side window to give Will some room to get in.

“Hey, guys,” Will greeted shyly.

“You ready to have some fun?” Robin asked.

Will nodded.

“Good.” Steve smiled at his young friend through the rearview mirror.

*

When they got to the club, the music was bouncing and Robin bounced with it.

Steve pointed at the bar. “I’m going to be over there if you need me!” he shouted over the din.

Robin nodded.

Eddie watched Steve head to the bar. “What’s that about?”

“He doesn’t dance. Says he dances like a drunk Muppet!” Robin yelled. “Come on!”

She led them through the crowd and introduced them to some of her friends from college. Soon Will had relaxed enough to start dancing himself. Robin kept her eye on him, while Eddie kept his eye on Steve.

About half way through the night he nudged Robin. “That’s the fifteenth guy Steve has sent away. What the hell is telling them to get them back off so quickly?”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Honestly?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.”

“He’s telling them he’s bisexual.”

Eddie frowned. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“This your first time at a gay bar?” Robin asked.

He shook his head. “I’ve been to a couple of others.”

“Well, you probably just didn’t notice,” she said. “Bisexuals get shit for being able to ‘pass as straight’,” she said putting air quotes around the last three words.

“Oh.”

Eddie looked over at Steve. “That must fucking suck. Not being able to fit anywhere.”

Robin shrugged, cocking her head to the side. “He says it weeds out the assholes.”

Eddie laughed. “It looks like he’s about to go through the whole fucking bar.”

“All but one,” Robin said, bumping his shoulder.

Eddie gulped.

“Go get him, tiger.”

Eddie looked over at Steve. He sitting on a barstool, leaning on the bar with both of his elbows, nursing a beer. His long legs were stretched out front of him. Eddie licked his lips. He could see why every gay man in the club was seeking him out, hoping for his attention.

Eddie moved through the crowd like a snake on the hunt. Weaving the through the throngs of people, silent and deadly. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Steve clocked him coming in and bit his bottom lip.

“King Steve, keeping court,” Eddie murmured when he got close enough for Steve to hear him.

Steve flashed him a brilliant smile. “Just waiting for my prince to come.”

Eddie looked around them. “Plenty of them out there tonight.”

Steve scoffed. “These frogs? Not hardly.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know about that. There are some pretty hot guys here just waiting for their chance with you.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Can you see the stars during the day?”

Eddie frowned. “Of course not, the sun’s out.”

Steve sat up and looked Eddie in the eye. “Exactly. Who can see all those glimmering stars when the sun is right here in front of me.”

Eddie blushed. “Yeah?” He put his hands on Steve’s thighs and gently pushed them apart so he could stand closer to him.

“Oh yeah,” Steve breathed.

Their faces were so close.

“I wanted to mark you so bad,” Eddie admitted. “A bite mark on your neck to show everyone you were taken. That you were mine.”

“But you already marked me as yours, Eds,” Steve said, breathless. “I’m wearing your cologne and your ring. They might not have known who I belonged to, but they knew I belong to someone. And now they can see who it is.”

“Stevie,” Eddie said, taking hold of the sides of Steve’s face and pressing their foreheads together.

Steve lifted his chin, bringing their lips together. Eddie let out a low moan swallowed up by the thumping music.

“I’ve been sitting here, hoping you’d ask me to dance,” Steve admitted.

Eddie chuckled. “Robin said you dance like a drunk Muppet.”

“Oh, I do,” Steve said softly. “But I don’t care what people think as long as I’m with you.” He finished his beer and set it on the bar top.

Eddie jutted his chin at the empty bottle. “How many of those have you had?”

“Just this one,” Steve said. “I’m driving. Elise has been kind enough to ply me with tonic water all night.” He thumbed the bartender behind him.

Elise eyed Eddie up and down. “You’ll do.”

He turned to Steve with a raised eyebrow.

Steve shrugged. “My best friends are lesbians, what can I say?”

Elise laughed. “Go on.” She swatted Steve with her towel. “You know I only tolerate you because you shove a twenty dollar bill in my tip jar at the start of the night.”

Steve laughed, and let Eddie lead him to the dance floor.

*

Robin watched Eddie make the moves on her best friend with a fond smile.

Will came up to her and asked, “Where’s Eddie?”

She pointed at the bar where Eddie and Steve were talking.

“About time,” Will muttered.

“I know, right?” she said with a giggle. She bumped his shoulder. “You having fun?”

Will nodded. “Thanks for taking me.”

“It’s good for you to go out meet with different kinds of queers,” Robin said. “Of all ages. Hawkins isn’t the end of the world, no matter how many times it tried to be.”

Will laughed. He watched as Eddie and Steve made it to the dance floor. “Oh god. He does dance like a drunk Muppet.”

“Yup.”

*Also if you want I can write the coda for the scene Robin asking Steve to come with if anyone is interested. It’s the scene that started the fic in my head I just couldn’t fit it in the actual story. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[jiminsass-istant]

Colour : Jimin

I think about Colour : Freedom part of the photo folio a lot. It's literally my roman empire. I think about it at least thrice a day. (Contd.)

Perhaps I wouldn't think about it so much if it was just for an album concept. But we know that all photo folios were self directed. The members had full creative freedom and creative help. Jimin decided to show us 'parts of himself'. He called this particular look 'unrefined boy' and even compared this look to HYYH concepts. For some reason, Jimin has always been attached to HYYH, that album holding a very special meaning for him. Even tattoed 'young forever' on himself. I digress.

So they had full creative freedom to decide the elements put into this photoshoot. And one CANNOT argue that he just did what the stylists asked him to. Jimin won't let these elements into a photoshoot that shows sides of 'HIMSELF' if he wasn't aware of the implications. The lights, the symbolism, the outfits, the temporary tattoos, the props. I repeat, these photos are not for an album or a magazine or a song or a commercial. They're just to represent him. Some other members decided to do more conceptual/fictional shoots- jk with vampire aesthetic, V with vintage european aesthetic, jin with concepts related to sea. But Jimin clearly said he wanted to show different sides of himself.

Now one might say, he was just trying to show his 'gender neutral charm'. But there are so many ways to do that, instead of inserting obvious queer elements. We have other 'gender neutral' charm artists and kpop idols. He could have just shown the feminine and masculine sides, busts of artemis, apollo with gender neutral clothes. But he had to write 'free love' on his arm, and wear THAT t-shirt.

Same with the Robert Mapplethorpe pants in Like Crazy MV. He won't wear pants with some dude's face on it, for the title song about his own experience, for an album about his own self, and NOT ask the stylist about the face on his pants. The same pants that will be immortalised in Youtube forever in his debut title track MV. Jimin knows who that dude is. A 1-minute google search will tell you that Mapplethorpe was a well known celebrity photographer, famous for striking bnw photos and controversial shoots. Notable ones being - the one where he blurs the boundaries of genders, female and male nudes, gay male BDSM photography etc.

I remember how once there was massive backlash on BTS because one of the members was seen wearing a tshirt with the Japan atom bombs attack print on it with the text 'liberation of korea'. I might be wrong. But that made a lot of noise and even a BTS radio show in japan was cancelled. So you cannot tell me that bts members are not careful with what they wear, especially after that incident.

I know a lot of 'woke' armies said we shouldn't assume things about him. But..we aren't blind either. So I guess it's -

If you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't.

We'll never get to see all the layers of his personality on camera and that's alright. And no, we'll never ever get to know any possible queer life experience related to him. (Keyword: possible) There are limits to what he shows to fans.

Thinking of putting down some more thoughts on the entire photofolio. I observed there's a story in it too. Maybe someday.

PS: I hope you realise that I'm not talking from a shipper perspective. That is about something Jimin is actively expressing, not about what fans speculate/analyse. This post is about Jimin and Jimin only.

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I feel like Felix should get a new outfit in season 6 to show him loosening up a little, becoming happier. (I’d imagine Colt prolly influenced how he dressed, too)

But the question remains, what should his new fit be?

Personally I could see some dark academia or on the flip side, academic fashion but with absolutely ridiculous socks. Like, with Shakespeare quotes or random cute things on them. Or, Kagami could give him ridiculous anime socks and despite not knowing what anime it’s from, he wears them happily just because they’re from Kagami.

Wondering your thoughts.

Oh this is a sign that I should really really get working on my redesigns, because @paracosmicfawn (💜) also asked the same the other day!

In the meantime, have a sneak peak of this profile pic I made him for Discord (coloured by my lovely girlfriend):

And some notes!

Colour scheme:

Black, because he’s edgy like that

Purple. Because why the Hell not.

Red accents, because Kagami

Golden accents, because that was the colour of his trail in Pretention and I feel like this says something about him

Style:

Sometimes he will dress like an overly formal British guy going to his office job in the City, with a three-piece suit and a long coat. Sometimes he will wear eyeliner and heeled boots. He likes to choose whatever is less appropriate in the moment, but overall embraces his rebel vibes a lot more.

Leather jackets are IN

So are T-shirts with provocative messages. All the T-shirts, with all the provocative messages. The one pictured above reads “Fuck This Shit”, but he also owns about 20 variants of “Eat The Bourgeoisie” and, of course, one of those Pri-DeMon-Th shirts.

Torn-up jeans, but rarely blue. We don’t play by the stupid rules in this house

However, he still doesn’t like to have his skin exposed (physical touch is complicated for him, he craves it as much as he fears it), so he will often wear these over tights and high-neck shirts (notice how the collar above is similar to his Argos suit’s, because I love it)

He tries to make it look like he’s not putting as much effort into his hair anymore, but don’t be fooled — this slightly messier style took at least half an hour to perfect

Key accessories:

Earrings! Because fuck gender norms! As a Transmasc Felix Truther, I like to imagine his canon design was him overcompensating after years of dressing femininely. Now that he’s fully comfortable with his identity, he’s not afraid to mix it up a little on occasion.

He’s still unsure if he wants to show off his ring proudly, in an act of defiance, or protect it as much as possible. For now he alternates between leather gloves (again, like in his Argos suit) and fingerless mittens.

I might steal the ridiculous socks idea from you Anon, because he so would!

BOOTS. All the boots. Combat boots, especially. We have yet to post the associated lore, but here’s the first draft of the Cat! Felix design I made for one of our AUs:

A dashing young man!