#now he's only a bit smaller then his ma...

[lilacs-stash]

“You think Spottedleaf would've cured them all by now”

Even though Yellowfang isn't in this book as much as the last I still really love her development in it.

[lumibuns-blog]

Ghost x Soap's roomie

Ghosts and Gaz stay the week and Soap's apartment. Ghost falls head over heels for you and can't seem to think of anything else.

its just two idiots in love at this point and also Soap and Gaz are there too lmao. I have more for this concept on my page or under the tag if you like it💪

Dinner was finished quicker than Simon would have preferred considering he still couldn't get the image of your sly smile out of his head, not to mention the piece of food he was sure was stuck in his throat from the laughing fit you had sent him and Gaz into with your well timed nut-tap. You were intoxicating to him, it was almost insufferable how unable he was to get your voice, your face, your figure, everything, out of his head. He could swear that he's never felt this way before about anyone, ever. It was like the moment he set eyes on you, his mind had made itself up and all he could do was let himself fall even further and further in love with you.

So he now watched as you forced a very upset Soap to do the dishes, not without great effort.

"aw 'bon why tha' hell do I have'ta do this shite it's fuckin feechie" he whined

"'cause I do the cooking, that's the deal we have" you bit back "plus, I've cleaned our bathroom before" you turned to face both Simon and Kyle, Simon couldn't help but notice he was the one you locked eyes with "you wanna see nasty, use the shower when he's finished" you sighed

"oye! Not fair" Johnny warned, an accusing finger pointed towards you "you shed more than a hound when 'ure in there, ya clog the damn drain"

"excuse me! I clean up after myself at least, any hair you find in there is yours!" you yelled back, clearly embarrassed

"nae, ma' hair ain't long with split ends, er' whateva' the hell 'ure always moanin' 'bout in there"

you had half a mind to hit him across the face for that, "I don't know, hairs getting a little long there princess" you teased, gesturing to his grown out mohawk "need to get it trimmed? or you worried they might leave you looking bald again like last time?" you grinned

"awe no way!" Gaz grinned "you got pictures?" he ran over to you. Simon was curious too but didn't make a show of it, settling to sit back with his arms crossed instead, surveying the chaos.

"sure do" you beamed, ready to pull out your phone

"Naw naw!" Johnny scrambled to intercept his friend "nae happenin'"

you flung the phone behind you, out of his reach "then wash the fucking dishes man" you scoffed, shoving the sponge into his chest "thought they called you Soap for a reason?"

"feckin whatever" Johnny groaned, returning to the sink and flicking the tap on

you beamed and turned to head towards your room, calling out your dibs on the shower. Not before holding your phone up to Kyle and Simon, mouthing an 'I'll show you later' before slipping out of view.

"cheeky little mother fucker..." Soap mumbled, the half smile on his face turning into a look of disgust as he touched some wet food.

"so...." Gaz started after a moment "Never did decide where we 'going to be sleepin' mate?"

"well 've only got two beds" Johnny said, back turned to his friends "an' mine can only fit one a you's plus ma'self" he continued "an' like -ell I'm not going to sleepin on 'ma own bed while 'm home , so one ya will have-tae take the couch" he paused "unless the other one wants to bunk up with 'er" he laughed

Simon froze simply at the idea, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable in his slacks at the thought of being right up next to you while you rested. If you were closer would be be able to put his hands of you? trace the contours of your waist with his finger tips, burry his nose in the back of your head and wrap his hulking arms around your smaller figure? Feel the curve of your ass as you pressed against-

he bit the inside of his cheek and gripped the counter top so hard his knuckles turned white, "I'll take the couch" he huffed "'ure smaller anyway" he gestured to Kyle

"Whateva' mate" Gaz rolled his eyes, taking his friends jab in stride.

You had claimed dibs of the shower first because you were well aware that three, probably filthy, men (all of which had to be over 6 feet) were bound to need to use it as well and it would be pointless to try and wash your hair after that disaster.

"I'm done!" you called absentmindedly from the hallway, a towel wrapped around your body, wet hair sticking to your neck and back. Simon had found a very interesting part of the ceiling to focus on while you went back to your room, "try to not blow the thing up, I've got a down payment on this thing" you said, closing the door behind you.

silence fell over the room once again, as all three men glanced between themselves. Gaz was first, he took off at a run towards the bathroom door, determined to be second. Soap started off not more then a moment after him,

"aye ya prick, it's my house this?!" he grabbed for Gaz who held on steady to the door

"exactly mate! we're the guests!" Kyle chided "so be a good host 'an bugger off!"

"Nae 'm not lettin' you's skimp me outta a hot shower" Soap yelled attempting to pull Gaz back, but the man had such a a tight hold on the door he might've pulled out the hinges first.

you reopened the door after hearing the chaos, still in only a towel "the hell is-?" you were cut off almost immediately by ghost stepping in, he grabbed them both by the back collars of their shirts with what seemed like minimal effort, and pulled them off each other.

"Gaz you go first," he growled "Johnny, at least finish drying the bloody dishes before you go runnin' off" he shoved your roommate back into the kitchen

"Lt.! 's no fair he's goin' first! Why do you get to decide?" Soap griped

"on base 'er not, 'm still in charge." Simon said plainly, narrowing his eyes towards his friend, "just be lucky I'm the one yellin' at you for tusslin' around inside"

"In 'ma own home!" Johnny threw his hands up in defeat as Gaz pumped his fist before closing the bathroom door.

for a moment, your eyes met Simon's as you peaked from behind your door and they lingered there. His gaze was so was piercing as he glared from above his mask, that he had (unfortunately) put back in after dinner. His eyes only remained that way for a moment however, for as soon as they met yours, they softened. The harsh lines fell away instantly and his pupils began to dilate when they met yours, not aware you had been watching the whole ordeal.

'why did his eyes have to be so pretty?'

He coughed quickly, tearing his gaze from you before returning to the kitchen himself. Leaving you awe struck, fanning your face behind the closed door of your room.

When it was finally time for him to take a shower, Simon allowed himself a moment of respite in the bathroom before actually cleaning himself off. Away from Johnny's teasing glances and their incessant banter that he hated to admit he had come to be too fond of to reprimand them for, and they knew that all to well. Above all else though, it was a moment to internally process seeing you in nothing but a towel because when he had tried to think it over out there, the evidence of that was all too noticeable. You had looked so fucking good, wet hair, glossy skin, that towel that did absolutely nothing to cover up the swell of your tits as you pressed it to your chest. Even the simple fact that your cheeks still flushed from the heat of the shower sent his whole body into overdrive.

'shit- right, the shower.'

He broke from his thoughts to finally enter the shower but that did nothing to aid him in his situation. On the ledge was your shampoo and various other soaps, much like how your side of the sink was covered in various products and bottles he couldn't name even if he tried. Johnny's side had a toothbrush that was joined by Gaz's wash bag, and that was it. In the shower however, he only saw what were clearly your products. He grumbled and opened the door just a crack,

"Either 'a you got any shower gel?" He yelled through the crack, rather embarrassed at his current situation, "lef' mine at base."

"jus' use 'er's!" Johnny called back from his spot on the couch "'s what I do anyway..."

"You what?!" you yelled from across the flat

"dumbass" Kyle scoffed

"kidding, kidding!" Johnny laughed "Mines the one with the green lid mate, ya don' see it?"

"Fuckin hell...neva'mind!" Ghost responded, closing the door again. He swore he wasn't seeing straight. It didn't help that the whole bathroom already smelt like you, your intoxicating scent invading every breath he took. But to use your products? That was some shit couples do, and he had to stop his mind from getting away from him with that fantasy.

Stepping into the shower once more he located Johnny's soap. Spring rain?, no fucking wonder he hadn't noticed it, who would've thought Soap would use something like this? He quickly washed himself and got dressed, rubbing his hair dry with a towel as he exited the bathroom.

You stood in the kitchen, a large sweatshirt dwarfed your frame. You seemed to be waiting for the kettle of the stove to heat up as you noticed his presence.

"oh I can take that" you smiled, walking over to him and holding out your hand to take his towel from him.

He very reluctantly gave it to you, worried it would smell bad or have something gross on it he hadn't even realized. "was just about to start another lode anyway" you chimed, opening up the closet door and throwing it in the machine before starting it.

Simon couldn't help himself "Colors I'm assuming?" he joked

you whipped around to face him "Now don't you start" you scolded, but the smile and deep red of your cheeks was unmistakable, "Johnny's enough to deal with on his own" you headed back to your kettle

"'m sorry, I'll try to be less of a pain in the arse to ya than he is" Simon chuckled

"that's a low bar" you laughed dully "but thank you"

Simon found conversation to flow freely with you, like it does with the rest of his team but only after he had gotten close to them. He had only known you for a day but still found it so natural to speak to you (if he ignored the deafening sound of his heartbeat and the massive lump in his throat).

"want any tea?" your offer broke the silence as you grinned and held up the now boiling kettle.

"uh- sure" he nodded, was his heart getting louder?

you tossed open one of the cupboards "pick your poison" you chirped, gesturing the stocked shelf of teas.

he rounded the island to inspect the selection, peering over you in such a way that his form eclipsed yours and forced you to move back against the counter top. You held your breath.

"'ere" he handed a small tin containing a non-caffeinated herbal blend down to you and stepped away "is it any good?" he asked, pointing lazily at the tin that you now held.

you tried to shrug your flustered feelings away "Better be, 's what I'm having" you turned to grab him a mug from the shelf.

Simon smiled to himself at the knowledge he picked the same type of tea as you purely by coincidence. Moments later you were handing it to him, "here ya go Ghost" you said placing the hot mug in front of him

"Simon." he responded plainly

"Hm?" you tilted your head a bit

"Simon's fine, ya don't need to be calling me that 'Ghost' shit 'ere" he was staring holes into the kitchen island, wondering if it was weird for him to be asking you to call him by his given name.

"Alright, Simon it is then" you beamed, not missing a beat

christ his name sounded so good when you said it

"sorry guess it was just habit, seeing as thats what Johnny calls you whenever he's home"

"'s fine" he mumbled, a brief pause hung in the air as you both took your first sips of tea. You were right, it was good.

"where they at anyway?" Simon tried to fill the silence

"probably giggling under the covers by now" you scoffed "why? trying to get rid of me?" you joked

"'s not it" Simon answered quickly

"I know I know- I'm just teasing" you smirk "Johnny told me you were a bit quiet so don't feel pressured to talk 'er anything"

He appreciated the sentiment, but not talking to you was possibly the last thing he wanted to do right now. "What else does the little twat say?" Simon asked, a little gruffer than he intended to sound, but his reputation was on the line here.

"Oh just stories from all the dangerous stuff you all get up to, usually the ones where he can say he was the hero" you fully laughed and it sounded like music to Simon's ears "That and he complains about all the work he has to do, usually when he wants to get out of chores"

"sounds 'bout right" Simon smiled lightly and you could have sworn it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

At least you didn't think he was some sulking, menacing, edge-lord. I mean he most certainly was most times but he would really prefer it if you didn't think of him like that. Now he just had one more thing to clear up.

"jus' so ya know... I- I didn't use your body wash" he practically had to shove the words out of his mouth he was so tense, but to his surprise you just laughed.

You smiled brightly and waved your hand dismissively, "Don't worry I didn't think you had, I don't blame you for not finding his soap though" you held your mug close to your chest and smiled fondly "He used to use that Head and Shoulder's stuff, you know the one? Anyway, it was nasty so I got him some better stuff and he actually likes it, even if he complains he smells 'like a chick' now" you put that last part in air quotes.

"fair", the soap Simon used on base was Head and Shoulder's. He made a mental note to throw it out and get better stuff the second he got back.

Conversation flowed freely for the next couple minutes as you both finished your drinks, you mostly asked about what it was like living on a military base and he asked about a bit about your graduate studies. Happy just to learn anything about you. When you set your empty mug down on the kitchen counter, he silently glided over with his own and took your mug in his other hand, filling them with water in the sink.

"you really don't have to do that, but thank you" you smiled softly, a yawn escaped you, feeling the tiredness begin to catch up with you.

"don't mind it" he dried his hands off with the kitchen towel. When he looked back at you his heart swelled. you were smiling lightly in the dimly lit kitchen, eyes squinting from even that being too much light. You swayed back and forth slowly, heading nodding slightly every couple of moments. He felt bad for keeping you up but more than that he wished he could just pick you up and whisk you off to bed, curling up next you you and letting you snuggle into his chest. But there was no way he could do something like that, not now anyway, so he settled for the next option

"you look like you're about to fall over love, off to bed now" he said, his voice quiet and gentle as patted you on the back and steered you towards your room.

"aye aye captain" you lazily saluted him and he couldn't help but smile "let me know if ya need anything" you called from the hall "night!"

"yeah g'night" he groaned, shoving himself onto the couch that was much too small for him. He would rather freeze than make you get up to get him another blanket or something. And even though he felt perfectly comfortable he couldn't seem to get to sleep, his heart was just too loud.

*I might make Price come over to give the boys something they left behind just so he can meet/flirt with reader and Simon and get all grumpy and jealous cuz it would be cute <3

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[suguruverse]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ nobody else but you ! or jjk boys as your boyfriend

gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

notes — f!reader, mostly just fluff / not proofread at all lol i was gonna write three for each but i got a lil lazy so here you go !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ gojo satoru

satoru is the type of boyfriend to... have no concept of personal space, constantly having his arms wrapped around your waist, a subtle hand on the small of your back or your hands intertwined as he leads you through a busy crowd, his head resting on your chest while his hand rubs your back soothingly. he just loves to feel your skin on his!! always!!

satoru is the type of boyfriend to... be a little bit of a picky eater but love love loves it when you feed him literally anything . it brings him so much joy to think that you’re willing to give up some of your food for lil ol him. he is willing to ignore foods that are the bane of his existence if it meant you were feeding him. and when you tilt your head asking if it was good, he will painfully choke back his food but still give you that same bright smile he always does. after all he can sacrifice a few trips to the bathroom if it meant he could always see your excited face wanting him to try your new food combinations.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ geto suguru

suguru is the type of boyfriend to... absolutely melt whenever you space out during conversations, only to look up to him with a small "hmm?" followed by a sheepish grin. he lives for the giggle you let out as he pinches your cheek then smoothing over the skin on your cheek with his thumb, cupping your face in his hands, repeating his words for you once more.

suguru is the type of boyfriend to... be able to communicate with you without even saying much at all. he prides himself on being able to read your mind and facial expressions to a tee. even with a small crinkle of your forehead, slightly moving your body closer to him or even if you breathe differently, TRUSTTTT he will always know if he needs to step in and ask you what’s wrong or to let you figure out your own thing.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kento nanami

kento is the type of boyfriend to... love going on cute little coffee shop dates with you. he especially loves when you find yourselves tucked into a small corner booth during the winter, your smaller frame pressed close to his body stealing his warmth while you share your favourite pastries together.

kento is the type of boyfriend to... talk to you with the most warmth in his voice. he wouldn't dare to raise his voice at you or give you unwarranted attitude. you’re his everything and definitely talks to you like you are. respectful eye contact, nodding every so often to show that he’s listening, a slight smile on his face as he listens to you talk about some drama that you’ve already mentioned twice before but can’t bring himself to stop you because he just loves listening to you talk.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fushiguro toji

toji is the type of boyfriend to... love holding out his arms for you to jump into. he just loves the rush of warmth that comes over him when your body smashes into his after a long day of not seeing each other. although he may not admit it, there is nothing more he loves than seeing his favourite girl running at him and jumping into a hug with your arms and legs wrapped around him. idk he just loves showing you how strong he is !!!

toji is the type of boyfriend to... notice immediately when your not in his arms when your sleeping together. now he doesn’t exactly consider himself a light sleeper but even when he’s snoring his ass off, he somehow notices the lack of you in his arms and will start patting the bed looking for your body. he quickly gives up though when a light shines in his eye followed by your hushed movements in the bedroom, trying not wake your boyfriend only for him for pull you straight to his chest, croaking out a “ya took too long ma” and falls asleep before you could even respond

[6esiree]

i picture Alastor's antlers falling out around the same time each year, and for a few weeks before it actually happens he gets the WORST headaches. so he goes to the doe!Reader because he instinctively wants to be near a herd. they smile and just let him hang out while they give him a scalp massage.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝

𝐂𝐖: 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬!

Even after several winters worth of the Radio Demon clambering into your bed, his long, slender limbs raveling around your smaller frame and his cold, sharp nose pushing into the crook of your neck, you had yet to grow accustomed to the intimidating nature of his mere presence. Still, you wouldn’t dare deny the opportunity to have such a powerful overlord succumb to his natural instincts, devolving into something more docile—and, if you were lucky, perhaps even sweet—in the comfort of your arms.

“Wait, has it already been an entire year?” You hummed teasingly, and although Alastor didn’t respond, he let out a huff of acknowledgement against your neck. “Oh, my poor little buck.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you felt his nose scrunch up in distaste. He absolutely loathed when you called him that. Alastor was neither small nor in need of any sort of sympathy. However, he didn’t have the audacity to argue with you, not when you served as his saving grace whenever he felt that distant ache in his skull—a telltale sign that he’d soon shed his antlers. You were kind, considerate, and considerably dexterous, so he needed those nimble fingers of yours to aid him.

“Come now, ma petite biche, I’ve allowed this headache to fester for far too long,” Alastor craned his neck to look at you as he spoke, “The princess required my assistance, in case you were wondering.”

You clicked your tongue against your teeth in mock disapproval—yet another thing that he absolutely loathed—a singular hand simultaneously withdrawing from his lower back. Instead of pulling away from Alastor, though, the pads of your fingers journeyed up and up and up the fine curvature of his body in a pace that was so slow and deliberate, but he allowed you to trace the slenderness of his waist and the broadness of his shoulders anyway, a slight shiver wracking his spine.

In the end, it was him who benefitted the most out of this little exchange that came to fruition when he realized that you weren’t opposed to appeasing the herd mentality that came with your hellish forms. He was a buck and you were a doe—and while the two of you were nothing more than acquaintances on the best of days—it was pure, utter instinct that brought you two together, any unpleasant feelings or specific misgivings you had towards each other discarded for the time being.

“You know, Charlie wouldn’t ask anything of you if you just informed her—“ You started, but as you buried your fingers in his hair, he interrupted your sentence with a sigh. “—about your state.”

Oh, Alastor was well aware of that, but the last thing he wanted was to be pestered by the princess... that and having to admit that he was capable of suffering like any other sinner was not something he would voluntarily do. And when he already felt pathetic underneath the feminine nature of your thick, ruffled duvet set, his ashen skin and dark palette standing out against the soft, vibrant mixture of creams and baby pinks, that only made keeping his problems between you and himself an easier decision.

“And risk the possibility of being hounded over something as trivial as a headache?” Alastor scoffed, but the volume in his voice lowered to a whisper at the gentle press of your fingers on his scalp. “Ha! …no.”

You applied a bit of pressure on the area around his antlers, and while he winced at first, he pushed his face into the crook of your neck not even a second after you began to move your fingers in slow, tentative circles. His eyes also fluttered shut, and his clawed-hands flexed against your plush waist, but it was the way you felt his lips part against your skin with a breathy sigh which oozed pure, utter relief that left you feeling rather gratified—oh, and also thankful over your decision to wear a tank-top.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it trivial,” You hummed, your fingers moving with more confidence when you caught the rare sight of his tail wagging from your peripheral vision, “Not if you have to come to me for relief, at least.”

The only thing Alastor was able to muster in response to your words was a meager ‘Mm,’ completely lost in the wonderful sensation of your fingers massaging his scalp… including the sweet scent of you that infiltrated his nostrils. Not of the oatmeal & honey body wash you used to bathe—even though he quite liked it—but of the pheromones you released when you devolved him into his current state. And while he particularly disliked being vulnerable, his body instinctively craved more.

“Alastor?” You asked when you started to grow tired, but he didn’t respond.

Well, at least not right away.

“Yes, ma petite biche?” Alastor eventually said.

But the way he had uttered it sounded so sweet, so… affectionate, affectionate enough to have you craning your neck to look at him properly. He didn’t protest to you withdrawing your hands from his scalp in the process, and as your eyes curiously flitted down, you realized why. Alastor had fallen asleep—which was strange because you’d been told that the man didn’t sleep—however, the sight of his lips curled downwards in a relaxed frown was the strangest of all.

“Never mind,” You chose to say, fearing that if you wished him a nice nap, he would wake up.

[evandarya]

Prompt fill from the Discord server. This one is courtesy of @tourettesdog

Prompt where Danny keeps showing up like a stray cat at various hero's houses. He just comes and goes and they never know when he'll show up next. He's just this like pseudo-adopted child who will come over for dinner, crash on the couch, and he's gone by morning. No amount of research will tell them who he is past the limited information he's given them

The various heroes are unaware that his stray cat range wanders so far until someone mentions him at a JL meeting and all hell breaks loose.

There's eventually an intervention

Stray Cat Danny

Clark had just got home when he noticed the heartbeat on the fire escape two floors above him. As far as he knew, that apartment was empty, so it couldn't be the residents going out for a smoke. It was weird, very strange, and not his business.

He tried to leave it alone, but the heartbeat stayed on the fire escape for a few hours. Every now and again Clark would hear whoever it was shift, but other than that they stayed quiet. Again, weird, but not his business.

Until it started to snow right when Clark was about to start dinner.

He was just going to make sure whoever it was had somewhere warm to stay. Maybe direct them to a shelter. Clark opened the window and looked up, there was a dark bundle, worryingly still, on the fire escape.

"Excuse me?" Clark called. The bundle shifted but whoever it is didn't respond. Clark grumbled and made his way up to them, squatting down a few feet away.

"Are you alright?"

The bundle shifted, revealing one blue eye and a tuft of back hair.

"''m fine" a young male voice answered. The blue eye closed.

"You know it's going to snow tonight. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in a shelter than on a fire escape."

"They're full." The boy answered. "All both of them."

Only two shelters for all of Metropolis? That can't be right. Clark looked up to the sky, the snow was starting to come down and he could swear it had gotten colder since he'd been out here. He couldn't leave the kid out here to freeze.

"How about you stay the night at my place? My couch is pretty comfortable, and I'm making beef stew for dinner, Ma's recipe." He let a bit of his Kansas accent show through. Hoping the country accent would put the boy more at ease. He was watching him now with both eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Did your Ma ever teach you about stranger danger?" The kid asked.

"Not exactly. She taught me to help people out if they need it. Did your Ma teach you stranger danger?"

"No," the boy said, "my mom taught me to put a full-grown man on the ground if I needed to."

That surprised Clark into laughing. "Well, you won't need to with me. What do you say you come inside?"

The boy watched him for another second before shivering violently and glaring at the sky.

"Yeah, alright. Just one night."

"I'm Clark, by the way," Clark said as he closed the window behind the kid.

"Danny." The kid said. He was rooted to the spot just a few steps into the apartment, eyes scanning the room.

"It's nice to meet you, Danny." Clark held out his hand to shake, but Danny didn't take it. After an awkward second Clark cleared his throat. "Uh. The stew is going to be a little while. You're welcome to the laundry and shower if you need it." Danny was pretty clean, but there was visible dirt on his face and clothes. "I might have some clothes my nephew forgot that you're welcome to." Dick was bigger than Danny for sure, but he was closer to Danny's size than Clark was.

Danny gave him a long look, before shrugging off his backpack. "Sure. Might as well."

Clark left to go get the clothes while Danny loaded some of his clothes and blankets in the washer. Once he presented the tee shirt and sweatpants Danny disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared he was scrubbed clean, his cheeks rosy either from the hot water or scrubbing.

Danny was even smaller than Clark was expecting. He was downright scrawny. Dick's shirt hung off Danny's shoulders, and Clark could clearly see his collarbones. This kid was not getting nearly enough to eat. Well, he was going to tonight if Clark had anything to say about it.

"The stew should be ready in about half an hour. Feel free to make yourself at home." Clark said. He expected Danny to sit on the couch and watch TV, but instead, Danny found his home office. it wasn't more than a desk with his work laptop on it and some of Clark's better pieces and awards framed and tacked to the wall above it.

"You're Clark Kent, the reporter?" Danny asked, eyes switching between the wall and Clark.

"That's me," Clark said. "You know my work?"

"I read your piece on metahuman and alien rights last year. It was good."

"Thanks. I really liked working on that piece."

"Did you always want to be a writer?"

"uh. No. When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut." Clark said, stirring the stew. Danny snorted. "What's funny?"

"Nothing," Danny said, taking a seat at the little kitchen table. "I wanted to be an astronaut, too."

"Yeah? You still could." Clark said.

"Nah. It's hard to be an astronaut without a high school diploma. What made you change to writing?"

"I went through a few different career paths before I landed on journalism."

"Do you like it?"

"I do. I like uncovering the truths people try to hide." Clark said. "You'd make a decent journalist, I'd think. Half of it is just asking the right questions."

Clark served up the stew into two bowls and brought them over to the table with some rolls and butter. "I don't have much in the way of drinks, is water okay?"

"Water would be great, thanks."

They ate in relative silence, Danny was too focused on his food to ask more questions. After they ate Danny nodded off on the couch almost as soon as he sat down. Clark couldn't bring himself to wake him up, so he just covered him with a blanket from the linen closet and headed to his own room.

Maybe in the morning he could make Danny pancakes or waffles and get him some new gloves and a jacket. The question was what to do after that? He didn't want to drop Danny off at a shelter, and taking him to the police would only destroy whatever trust he had gained with the boy. At the same time, he only had a one-bedroom apartment. He couldn't keep Danny here. Clark sighed. He'd have to talk to Danny in the morning and see what he wanted to do.

When Clark woke up he was greeted by the silence of the apartment and it took him a few minutes to figure out why that was wrong. There should be another heartbeat. Fearing the worst, Clark rushed into the living room to find it empty.

The blanket and clothes Danny had used had been neatly folded and placed on the back of the couch, along with a handwritten thank you note.

How did Danny leave without him hearing? Moreover, how'd he leave with the doors and windows still locked?

[miiyas]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIYA !!

little birthday moments with him.

wc: 482, 401, post-ts, fluff, gn reader, may be ooc, slight proof read

ATSUMU MIYA loves his birthday. he’s very vocal about it, bragging to everyone about how he gets to have osamus homemade vanilla-yuzu cake and how he was going to get absolutely wasted with him today. and as much as he loves all the attention and gifts, he also loves you.

everywhere he goes, there always would be a reference to you. your favorite drink, the restaurant you so desperately want to go to, favorite shopping brand, the bundle of smiski blind boxes atsumu always finds himself buying for you— everything reminds him of you.

now, despite his actions towards you, atsumu isn’t one for cheesy sentimentals. he thinks he’d rather suffer through sakusas earful lecture of cleaning his room and which sanitizing products are best for his shared home with you then admit that he’s soft for sweet affection and care. so when you give him his small birthday present after his actual party, he’s a caught a little off guard.

“savin’ best fer last, huh ? what’didya get me ?” he hums, leaning against the bed frame. he watches you crawl back atop of his waist, big hands coming to rest on your hips as you hold the small wrapped gift. it’s dark in your shared bedroom with the only source of light being from a lamp by your bedside.

atsumu almost reluctantly slips his hands off your sides and gently takes ahold of the present. it was no bigger than his palms, maybe a bit smaller, and it lacked weight. with sleep on his mind, the blonde carefully peels off the wrapping with blunt nails, tired eyes widening as he sees a small golden locket drop onto his stomach.

“it’s a keychain.” you whisper to him, picking it up and handing it back in his bigger hands.

“i wanted to get you a necklace so we can match, but i figured because of volleyball, you wouldn’t be able to wear it around as much.”

as you explain, you could see your boyfriends eyes prick up with tears ever so slightly which only engulfed panic in your system. the blonde brushes it of, telling you that he ‘ain’t cryin’ !’ and thumbs the tears away, opening the locket with a hand with a soft click.

“.. there’s nothin’ inside..” he mumbles, a little disappointed to not see your pretty face already displayed. that’s when you tug out your matching necklace already looped around your neck, opening it up to show its similar emptiness.

“i wanted to print stuff out with you tomorrow. y’know, i have your face on mine and—”

“i have yers on … mine.” atsumu finishes the sentence for you, his words a little drifted off as his thumb grazes along the intricate lines on the metal.

atsumu knows for a fact that he fell first and harder, and he can’t help but feel it happen all over again.

OSAMU MIYA doesn’t wish for a lot of things on his birthday.

the only few things he wishes for are for the prices of onigiri ingredients to go down, find a bigger mattress for the two of you, and maybe get sponsored by a good kitchen utensil company and get some free goods. other than that, he likes to think that he’s content with the things already given in life.

he also wishes for people to stop teasing him for taking the second slice of his own cake.

there’s been a small birthday ritual the twins had been doing since they were younger— to give the first and second slice they cut to the people they care about the most.

first slice would always and forever belong to their ma, no matter what. that much would never change. second slice normally was given to one another, but osamu had soon gone irritated with the fact that his brother would always purposely make him take the best slice, only to hand it off later. so overtime, osamu had began to claim the better slice for himself, saving it and giving the third slice to his twin.

he doesn’t think he’s being greedy, just reasonable and fair.

but after starting to date you, he subconsciously sees himself handing you the first bite to all his meals, sharing a bento box when normally he would glare at those who want a bite, and letting you enter the kitchen whenever he’s at work in it which is a surprise in itself.

so when greedy-glutton osamu hands you the second slice to his cake, you’re a little taken aback.

“.. want me to hold onto it for you ?”

you sit right beside him by the table and osamu shakes his head, sliding the plate closer in front of you. there’s a soft look behind his pretty hooded eyes that makes your ears burn red, the atmosphere around you growing quiet until it was just your boyfriend voice you could hear.

“i wan’cha ta have it.”

you blink, eyes wide as you watch your boyfriend continue to slice through the cake with his twin before handing the slice to one another. your lashes flutter as you look down at the plate, you realize how generous of an amount you had received.

osamu likes to say ‘i love you,’ but he loves to show it more.

[soraphic]

some soft angst with plug!connie x black!fem reader + some light nipple sucking at the end🙈

"you'on get it con,my family would never—"

"yea,yea..mommy would never approve of you messin' wit' a 'thug'"

"that's not—"

he cut in rather harshly,running an inked hand down his face. "lo que sea.." his voice fading as you continued to rant over him.

"you wouldn't get it,connie,it's—"

"oh,i wouldn't get it?" he scoffed,head snapping to you in immediate reaction to the words you hadn't meant to tumble so carelessly out of your mouth.

feeling you had opened a dam that couldn't be closed now,you continued- "yeah,you wouldn't get it!"

he took a few strides closer to you,now glaring daggers down at you as if he were waiting for you to say the words,challenging you,provoking it. "say the words,chiquita."

"you've never had a family!" you finished,throwing your arms from your sides as you gawked at him,as if to ask 'is that what you wanted'.

"fuck you." he spat,turning sharply to the kitchen. you watched,feeling somewhat helpless,with a wanton expression on your face from the kitchen door,as he began collecting the small littering of his presence within your home. a worn down t shirt - that had been previously drying - he had left after spending strings of nights in your bed,one he knew you liked as it hung from your smaller frame,as comfortable comparison to the tight,busty clothing you always adorned. his phone and keys laying against the humble,little table that sat within the east corner of your run-down kitchen. and his dark tech he had swung over the edge of a chair the moment he came bombarding into your home earlier that evening,talkin' bout some 'business he handled for his princesa' in the hopes of being rewarded with something a little more than just strings of complaints about his 'lifestyle'.

he then barged back through the house,completely disregarding you as he charged for the door.

"so you just gon' leave,then? like that?"

you raised your brows,questioning him,arms folded tightly against as your chest with an edge of attitude he didn't like.

"go run to 'yo lil' family 'bout it. got me fucked up." he muttered the last part underneath the sound of your cutting in,

"you know i ain't mean it like that! you stay starting shit,connie!"

"there ain't no other fuckin' meaning!" the harshness of his voice and his raise in volume made you wince,the boom of it from deep within his throat rattled you.

"i know that things were tough wit' you and your mom,i would never use that to hurt you!" you wanted to show him that your intention wasn't to hurl insults at him,or think of the nastiest possible thing you could say,but to give him reasoning on why he simply couldn't understand your devotion to abide by your family's wishes.

"don't fuckin' talk about my ma,that's nothin' to do wit' you." his voice suddenly dropped an octave,his tone piercing and cold as he threateningly held a finger up at you.

whatever happened with his family,which you had only heard pieces of,compiling small bits of information over many months,you knew affected him greatly. it took a tole on the way he held himself around you,sometimes letting little cracks of himself shine through the 'big,bad' exterior he put up. he was afraid,afraid of you getting sick of his dirty work,sick of his attitude,sick of the danger,throwing him out the way his ma had.

you also knew that his dad had never really been in the picture. he talked very little of anything to do with his life before he met you,brushing you off by telling you 'we here now,ain't we? so don't worry about it.' but the minuscule times he had mentioned the scum bag,you gathered he certainly had no respect for him.

"it has everything to do with you." you jabbed at his chest,levelling up to him with hard eyes,"and that means it has everything to do with me."

"don't fuckin' play wit' me." he growled,chest bumping with yours,eyes narrowed.

you couldn't help but feel the way he had responded to being asked to open up with fearful aggression was proving everything your family had drilled into you. you were from a much wealthier side of town,the effects of it showing in the way you held yourself. you prized your appearance,fancy cars,big money and the idea of getting anything you wanted,when you wanted it. it was what had drawn you to connie. he was mysterious,in a ridiculously sexy kind of way,but what attracted you most to him was the way he never chased you. he'd simply gaze at you through his brows,lit joint dangling between his lips,leant over a dingy coffee table passing stacks between his gaggle of 'homeboys' that tailed wherever he went,with this unreadable expression on his face. like he was watching your every move,yet completely unbothered by your lingering presence. you found him most often places he didn't belong,places he stuck out. you could spot him almost immediately through the clouded haze of a rich,suburban house party,unlike you he was there to work,not to shake ass in an inordinate kitchen to 'white people music' as he called it. you felt you had fallen in love the first time the two of you spoke,pushed together in a crowded corridor by grinding bodies as he tried his hardest to remain unbothered by you,but that look. you didn't even know him yet you were gazing up at him like he was the one who hung the stars in the sky. sure,he had his fair share of pussy,and he was more than aware of the effect he had on women. but they were all women from his side of town,the kind that were nothing like you. they weren't enthralled by him,by his lifestyle,the way you were. so he wasn't surprised when you told him your family had warned you to stay far away from him. he had been to highschool with your brothers and vaguely remembered a distaste they had for him,not that he ever really attended by junior year. he was already wrapped up in the way of life,the money,the drugs,the status. he knew he had grown greedy,but who could blame him? all these things on a plate handed to him while his poor ma had been working two jobs just to provide for him and his hermanos.

"my brother was right,connie. you ain't shit."

"yea? go ride his dick instead."

"you're fucking unbelievable."

"fuck you!"

"you keep sayin' you gon' leave,so do it!" you snapped. you hadn't meant it,you didn't want him to go,but he continued to push you in ways you weren't used to.

no more words were spoken between the two of you,just an angry puff of air through his nostrils as he swallowed thickly at you. he waited for maybe 2 seconds,waiting to see if maybe you'd take it back. but you were done. you had no more left to say to him.

he slammed the door angrily behind him as he left,the gust of air and the deafening emptiness of your home suddenly making the corridor you were standing in feel cold.

you curled in on yourself as you cried,tears of pure anger and a hint of regret.

you were awoken by some federal ass knocks on your door,groggily checking your phone to see no messages left and the digital time glaring at you: 2.05am.

you were too hopeful to be irritated,racing down the stairs as you nearly tripped,missing the bottom step.

you hadn't bothered to tug on a shirt,almost knowing who could be knocking on your door with such force so late. his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of you when the door was swung open,revealing your figure lazily hung against the door,big brown eyes batting up at him. you were in a comfortable bra and a pair of his grey boxers hung loosely around your waist,almost deepening the smooth carob of your skin. he hadn't realised how much his time away from you had effected him,slinging his arms loosely around your frame as he pulled you up into his embrace,muttering strings of apologies into your hair.

"you came all the way out here to apologise?" your surprise irked him,a mean scowl immediately resurfacing on his face as he kissed at the valley of your breasts. your long acrylics scratching at his buzzed head soothed him enough to push you further inside,kicking the door shut with a soft bang,mumbling - 'so what? i can't come see my lady?'

you began to apologise for what you had said earlier,how you had no right to bring up his past the way you had,but to your utmost surprised he shushed you again with a kiss to your lips.

"'ion wanna hear it,mami,we in the present now."

you mumbled a soft 'ok',scratching down his back the way you knew he liked as some other form of apology. his lips came to close around your nipple,suckling gently as he gazed up at you,eyes full of boyish adoration that made your heart thump with love for him.

maybe introducing him to your family wasn't such a bad idea,after all.

soraphic 2k23 — please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works on other platforms: i do not tolerate them at all.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Steve’s Station

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

If you ever find yourself on the run from the more reputable institutions of the universe, you may be prevailed upon to make your way to a little known star base called “Steve’s Station” in the Cambra system.

Designated as the haven of the underworld, Steve’s Station operates outside the boundaries of all official governing bodies and interplanetary enforcement organizations. It operates as a safe haven at one point or another for every criminal, terrorist, extremist, and other shadowy group that seeks to cause unlawful conduct across the universe.

Normally a station that housed so many unsavory characters would hardly survive a day given the tenacity for grudges its patrons held. It was only through the simple governing of the stations founder, a human known only as “Steve”, that the station was able to not only operate but actively thrive as a hub of underworld activity.

Originally founded some thirty years prior, the human Steve had saved up his life savings to by a third generation mobile station. With only four docking arms and two cargo holds, the third generation stations were largely overlooked as they were the smallest of mobile stations. What did make it more desirable was the fact that it’s smaller size allowed it to make system to system jumps. Even more beneficial was that its core housings could be upgraded and replaced to increase the size of the station if one had the credits.

With the majority of civilized systems already having an overflow of star bases and stations, cutting into the market there would neigh impossible. So Steve instead set course for the Cambra system; a little known and uncharted region of space that barely shows up on star charts save for a pair of skull and bones. This did not dissuade Steve however as he was always of the opportunistic nature.

Forty jumps later and Steve was setting up shop when his first customer came in.

A battered Benaren smuggler had just barely escaped from the authorities and made a blind jump. With his engines all but destroyed from the jump he would have been left to rot had it not been for Steve’s station.

Much to the surprise of the Benaren Steve asked no questions on how the damage came about so long as he followed the station rules.

1.       Pay on time.

2.       Keep your feuds at the door.

3.       Don’t start trouble, lest you want troubles of your own.

Within a short while the smuggler’s ship was repaired and ready to go again. The Benaren paid in full for the repairs and went on their way.

Now that may of well had been the end of Steve’s story had it not been for how connected the criminal underworld was. Not more than three weeks later another group of wayward outcasts and lowlifes stop by the station for use of its quality services.

From there the station’s reputation became wildly known as every criminal, pirate, smuggler, rogue ai and wayward warlord found their way to Steve’s Station to call it home. The wealth being generated from the constant traffic of ships and cargo allowed the station to quickly grow in size as Steve was able to purchase more parts and modules to be included.

Within the first ten years it went it nearly doubled in size, and in another five it was the size of a first 7th generation star base complete with over fifty docking ports and repair bays, sixteen cargo holds for storage, two dozen habitability compartments for stores and clubs, and a fuel depot capable of supplying an entire fleet.

The sheer volume of different factions and cultures using the station facilities would have rapidly devolved into rampant infighting and destruction were it not for the quiet hand of Steve. Patrons kept their animosity at the door unless they wanted to lose access to the safe harbor Steve’s station held. Storage and repair bays were expensive to maintain and were often prime targets for rivals within their own territories, so they were more than happy to maintain a truce while on Steve Station for their own benefit.

At least, that is what the smart ones were willing to abide by.  

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“Give us the access codes and this can all be over.”

The Jinari leaned down and grabbed hold of the human’s head. He lifted it up so the mauled human could see him through his one good eye as the other was well and good swollen shut from the beating his men had given him the moment prior.

Before them lay the one and only human “Steve”; founder of Steve station and currently their captive as they continued with their hostile takeover of the station. Jinari’s group had long wanted to make a name for themselves and by taking control of such a hub of underworld activity they could gain vast amounts of credits to finance their own operations.

It had been easy to breach the station’s control bridge as security was light. The guards had grown lax with the fear of Steve’s displeasure keeping many of the patron’s inline. They’d been dead in moments with the door breached not long after.

Steve had been understandably uncooperative with handing over his access codes that gave full control of the station; so Jinari’s men had proceed with some aggressive interrogation tactics to loosen him.

Steve looked up at Jinari; spitting out a glob of blood on to his shoe and grinned.

“It won’t do you any good you know.”

Jinari’s good mood quickly evaporated as he watched the human Steve begin to laugh.

“You broke the third rule,” he laughed, “you aren’t going to make it out of here alive.”

Before Jinari could ask what the human meant a loud bark of several weapons came from outside the control room followed. The rest of his crew turned their guns on the open doorway as the sound of several heavy footfalls began to draw closer.

“You’ve got one chance,” a deep rattling voice came from outside, “so I want you idiots in there to listen well.”

“Release. The. Human. Steve.” Another voice came in with thick robotic overtones.

“An jus may’be, we lets you go with your bits intact!” One more voice came with a throaty chuckle at the end.

The door to the control room was suddenly ripped open from its frame and the figures entered the room.

“That’s….you’re….” one of Jinari’s crew stammered as the first figure came into view. A towering mass of muscle and bone covered in thick black armor plating.

“Gur, leader of the Black Reavers.”

Gur grinned as his name was spoken with such fear.

Besides him stood an equally tall cybernetic body or polished metal and spikes. It was called “Cybrosis”, the rogue AI responsible for the collapse of three economic zones via hacking and alterations of monetary values.

On the opposite side of Gur stood a squat brutish Ularen decorated with skulls and bones of its victims. This unfortunate figure was Gobsnob, the assassin infamous for decapitating the Hybren prince during his own coronation then escaping with the severed head. Many believed one of the heads mounted on his armor was the prince’s head.

“Let Steve go, and we’ll let you live.” Gur spoke with a calm, collected voice.

Jinari’s eyes darted between the figures now blocking escape from the control room. There were even more waiting patiently in the outside hallway all armed to the teeth. In fear he drew his gun and pointed the muzzle at Steve’s head.

“What makes this flesh sack so special?” He shouted at the group. “It’s just one human! We don’t need him to run this place!”

“Correction.” Cybrosis remarked. “He. Is. The Only. One. Who Can. Run. This. Station.”

“WHY?!” Jianri demanded.

“He makes me laugh!” Gobsnob chuckled.

When the answer did not dissuade Jinari Gur spoke up and pointed at him.

“Deals changed. Whoever kills this stupid metal brain gets to walk free.”

Cybrosis turned to glare at Gur at the remark but said nothing. Jinari laughed and pushed the muzzle deeper against Steve’s head.

“You think my own crew would-“

The bark of an auto-blaster ran out and Jinari collapsed to the floor in a pool of blood and bone. His ribcage now cracked wide open from the blaster fire that tore into his back.

Those gathered turned to see one of Jinari’s crew holding the smoking gun before dropping it to the ground and raising their hands.

“I can go free now, yes?” they stammered.

Gur smiled and reached for something in his pocket. “Nah, I lied.”

Before any of Jinari’s crew could react Gur pulled out a thick barrel cannon from his coat and fired a slug at the thug closest to Steve. The barrel slug slammed the thug back into the wall with enough force to turn him into an art piece.

After that the station patrons who had been waiting outside stormed into the room and quickly subdued the rest of the thugs. They barely had time to get off a round before they were torn to pieces. In some cases quite literally as Gobsnob got ahold of one of them and began beating them to death with their own dismembered arm.

Gur slowly walked forward and helped Steve into the command chair at the center of the room.

“Glad you guys made it.” Steve laughed through bloody teeth. “Was starting to think you’d give me up to that nobhead.”

Gur shook his head. “They broke the rules.” He said calmly, wiping a stain of blood off his boot on Jinari’s twitching corpse. “And here you don’t last long if you break the rules.”

Steve smiled and switched on the com channel for station wide broadcast.

“Attention station,” Steve said calmly, “All possessions belonging to the former Jinari and his crew are now forfeited. Patrons may claim them as they wish for redistribution.”

A low rumble of cheers could be heard echoing down the halls as the denizens of the station began a free-for-all on the would-be takers belongings.  Steve was not finished though.

“Additionally, a free month’s worth of supplies and repairs to the loveable bastards that came to my rescue.”

Even more cheers erupted from those gathered in the control room as they carried off Steve to the nearest bar for celebration.

[sweetteainthesummerx]

THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (11)

In which the Europe trip starts

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Note: this is kind of a filler chapter, but I'll keep updating! If you want to be added to the taglist, just let me know. Enjoy :)

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caption: ready for the next two weeks :)

dior.n.goodjohn replied

GONNA MISS U AND U BETTER COME BACK W A MAN

aubreyyang

gonna pretend I only heard the first part ILL MY U TOO

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aubreyyang looking for a London boy

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taylorswift love

-- aubreyyang OH MOTHER

alexandrasaintmleux hâte pour l'europe avec ma belle 💞

-- aubreyyang YAY je peux pas attendre!!

user1 damn she getting brave

user2 someone tell her ollie is from essex

charlesleclerc did u just steal my girlfriend

-- aubreyyang I got tired of third wheeling

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caption: in London today 🇬🇧

landonorris replied to your story

U ARE NOT SLICK

olliebearman

??

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alexandrasaintmleux with my boyfriend, his son and my girlfriend

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WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME

alexandrasaintmleux

pls just kiss the tension is wild

Sighing, Aubrey slipped her phone back into her pocket. Alex and Charles meant well, but…Ollie meant too much to her to ever risk ruining their friendship. When he crashed, she remembered halting the scene they were blocking because of the sheer amount of notifications she was getting. Her phone dropped out of her hand when she read the first headline, one of the assistants catching it and placing it back into her shaky grip. She felt tears welling up at the photo of the mutilated car. Finally, when he picked up, the relief had hit her like a tsunami. She was afraid of what this sweet boy could make her feel. 

“I’ve got it.” Ollie came up behind her in the aisle, chest pressed up against her back, long arms looping around to hoist her (very heavy) luggage easily into the over head storage.

The last time they'd seen each other in person was the club in London. Even then, when they'd only known each other for a little bit, he had given her a hug, guided her where to go, held her drink for her...

And she realized that he was such a touchy feely person and she loved it.

She flashed him a grateful smile in thanks, and tucked herself into the window seat. She watched as he put his much smaller luggage up and helped the elderly woman behind him too.

As she watched him, she realized something. Obviously, he was tall. His mom, Terri, as the older woman insisted Aubrey call her, had shown her some photos of his teenage years, lanky and stretched, with big hands and feet like a huge puppy. But he was one of the tallest on the grid now, the growth spurts of youth still seemingly present. But she hadn’t noticed how broad he’d gotten. Sure, he’d been toned when they met, and she’d been very taken by his arms, but his shoulders looked so wide in his blue sweatshirt and his neck so thick. His chest was maybe four of her hands outstretched. She wanted to check. For science, of course.

He sidled back to her, long legs stretching put and bumping hers.

“Excited?” He grinned, and she had to smile herself.

“It’s a two hour flight, Bearman.”

“Yeah, so we have lots of time. What’s your favourite colour?” 

“What?” She laughed, a little shocked.

“No, I’m serious.” He poked her arm, “We hardly talk about this stuff. I want to know you better.” 

“Red. I think I really like red.”

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charles_leclerc bread. beer. bon.

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charl_locklerc yo who took that photo of him and Alex

aubreyyang never eating a pretzel again

-- charles_leclerc this is why you pace yourself

-- aubreyyang you would know

-- user1 THE SHADE BAJAJA

-- user2 CONFIRMED SHES WITH THEM IN GERMANU HIEFJIEK

olliebearman don't tell them about the beer

--bearheartxx WHAEJOT HES WITH THEM TOO HIM AND AUBREY HAVE TO BE DATING RIGHT RIGHT

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caption: pretty view 🏞️

olliebearman replied to your story

pretty girl more like

aubreyyang

I had a very handsome photographer

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BRING ME BACK BREAD PLS

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caption: actually pretty wild

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clip one: a video taken from afar on a grainy iPhone camera, four figures walking out of a club in Berlin, Germany. It zooms in, and we see that it is two renowned Ferrari drivers, Leclerc and Bearman. Walking between them with linked arms are Saint Mleux and Yang.

f1wagsupdate during the f1 summer break, Ferrari drivers Leclerc and Bearman are seen with girlfriend and potential girlfriend partying in Germany.

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f1girlypop YES WERE ABOUT TO GET SUCH GOOD CONTENT

user1 manifesting this is real PLS

user2 stop the hand placement 😫 Ollies hand on her back

cutiesgrid24 the height difference is everything my cousin was there and she said right after that video he picked her up and carried her because her heel broke

-- user1 WIEHFIJOE I just went into cardiac arrest THATS SO CUTEE

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[yestrday]

sklfhjk i'm loving the little hc/lore posts you're doing about the different aus, i'm a huge sucker for those. may i ask about your hybrid venti thoughts?

well! how could i refuse! i love venti sm as my first ever 5* and i love writing him as my perverted lil boy. i havent written much for him in the hybrid au so!

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't dirty the young master with that perverted fondling of yours, old friend."

You laugh awkwardly as Zhongli's admonition only spurs Venti to snuggle even closer to you, sitting on your lap with his bare legs brushing against yours. He sends a sly smile towards the old dragon and revels in the way his gold-brown hands tighten on his teacup's handle.

"Hmm... you might not know since you came later than me, but me and our young master here have a ve~ry intimate relationship," the dove hybrid says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder with smug look. "Why, you should've seen them when they were smaller, always begging and crying for me to hug them. It's only natural that we've become close— both physically and emotionally!— throughout the years."

Venti nuzzles his cheek against yours. "Aren't I right, ma~ster? ♡"

"Venti's right, Zhongli," you try to alleviate his concerns, though the disgusted look on his face grows more and more palpable. "This is natural for us. Although, uh." Your face reddens when you feel Venti's hand slip and take a feel on your tummy. "I... I have to admit that he's handsier tonight than usual."

Venti giggles. "Whatever are you talking about? You're way handsier with me when you're in bed~"

Your face almost explodes as the horrified expression on Zhongli's face grows. "Th– That! It's not what you think, Zhongli, I promise! Venti's just teasing me about how clingy I get when I asleep. Aether knows about it too. There's nothing else to it!" By the way Venti is laughing but not denying your words, your secretary can tell that you're telling the truth. Nevertheless, he schools you with a stern look.

"You ought to be more wary around us hybrids, [Your Name]. Especially around... this one." Venti pokes his tongue out at him and Zhongli only scoffs into his teacup. "You don't know how out of hand he was back in his days, and he's every bit as wily before as he is now. So keep your guard up and don't be seduced by him."

The subject of his admonitions gasps dramatically, turning to you with a can-you-believe-this-guy look on his face. "That's not true! You don't believe him, right, master? After all, I am the epitome of all things pure and innocent!" He places your hand on his bare thigh and looks up at you with those darling green eyes and ever so gently caresses your cheek.

"If there's anything perverted here, I think it's how you eat me up with those eyes of yours, ma~ster ♡."

Venti's delighted giggling erupts when you finally explode and hide your face in Venti's shoulder in shame. "Venti..!"

"Ahahaha! You're so easy to tease!"

Zhongli shakes his head, taking another sip to ease his nerves. He doesn't know whether or not he should report your corruption to your father and risk his wrath.

[byunpum]

Auntie Sully: New tail, new family | Part 2

Pair: Auntie sully reader x Ruk'e mate x sully family x rotxo x spider

Warning: None, cute moments <3

Request: (Anon) Can I asked auntie Sully with her mate and hybrid baby? Along with spider in a sweet family moment together? (Anon) How would Rotxo be when Auntie Sully along with her mate and kids accepted him to be part of the family by giving him his own bow, as auntie Sully crafted for him with alot of love and care that her small hand craft with the help with her mate and Spider+baby sibling.

Note: I am going to adopt as many children as I can, because I can and I want to!!!! -auntie sully

Avatar masterlist | Part 1

The arrival of your baby had been a miracle and a surprise for everyone. A human had given birth, a na'vi baby. Indeed, it was a perfectly healthy na'vi baby. It had the blue color that so distinguished the Omaticaya clan, and its beautiful blue stripes. And her luminous freckles on her little feet. She was a perfect baby, a beautiful na'vi baby. She was a blessing to the whole sully family. Jake was so excited to be an uncle for the first time, even neytiri couldn't hold back her tears when she hugged her for the first time. This was such an important event, this baby was a new opportunity for life. A mixture of two species.

Everyone could be excited, but not as excited as spider. The boy couldn't contain his joy at being a big brother. He dreamed of this, this was all he had ever asked for in his life and now he had his little sister in his arms. He couldn't ask for more from life. He had amazing parents and now they had given him a sister. He was holding his sister carefully, while playing with her little hands. The baby was much more small than the average na'vi baby, you were pretty sure she would be smaller than the average na'vi. But you didn't care, seeing your two children together made your heart fill with joy. But someone was missing…Rotxo.

Rotxo had been by your side, long before you got pregnant. The boy was so happy when he knew you were having a baby. Celebrating with spider, and the whole family. He even cared for you during your pregnancy, accompanying you through everything. He was your middle child…or so you thought. For you and for your mate. Rotxo was already part of your family. You had never mentioned it to him, but you thought it wasn't necessary. It's obvious, he was always with you. Spider referred to him as your brother and he practically lived with you in your marui. So now you feel a little worried.

After your labor, you spent some time resting in your marui. Ronal assisted with the baby's arrival. She took care of you, and left you ready for your healing process. She was surprised to see that the postpartum care was the same as that of a Na'vi woman. The only thing is that you had to rest longer. After a couple of hours you began to worry about the absence of rotxo. You knew he was out hunting with a group of young metkayina. For something like training, but they were supposed to return this morning. And you didn't know about him…he wouldn't want to miss his sister's arrival, would he?

"Ma ruk'e…have you seen rotxo?" you ask. You were lying on a kind of bed made of woven cloth, for your comfort. Ruk'e was holding the newborn baby, while spider was taking care of dinner. "Mmm no, now that you ask I don't know if the group of kids arrived" speaks your mate. You open your eyes wide. Lifting yourself up a bit with your elbows. " Ruk'e and if something happened to him?" you sound worried, that boy was practically your new son, and if something happened to him you were going to panic. Spider rushes over, trying to calm you.

"Mom…he's arrived. But he told me he wasn't sure if you wanted him to be here." spider speaks, lowering his head.

"And what did you tell him?" you ask. "I told him to come…that you wanted him to be with us…but he refused. He said this was a family thing" spider sounded a little sad.

How could Rotxo think something like that, after all this time. He was part of your little family too, even jake and neytiri had already accepted him as part of the sully family. The kids invited him everywhere, including him as part of the Sully family. Why did he feel that way about you…you had done something wrong?. You felt yourself getting nauseous and a pain in your chest began to feel.

You put your hand on your chest, your heart ached. "Love…calm down. You must not get like this, I will go find him and talk to him" says ruk'e. He didn't want you to be stressed, ronal was very clear about your care. You had to be in a calm environment. You decide to breathe and let everything calm down. You are sure that everything will work out. You had grown so fond of rotxo that you felt you owed him something.

The next day… ruk'e woke up earlier than the whole family. He hadn't been able to sleep anyway. The baby had cried many times during the night and in the early morning he was caring for her while you rested. Now as he was getting ready, he took a look at his new scenario. Y/N was holding her baby on her chest, asleep with her hair in a messy bun. She looked beautiful, while her oldest son, spider. He was curled up in his hammock, barely visible. But there was an empty hammock…and that was rotxo's. Someone was missing.

It didn't take long to find the group of guys…rotxo with a couple of friends. Some pretty nasty guys, who ruk'e knew were just taking advantage of his son. Because rotxo was too good for them. Ruk'e walks over carefully, watching as the group of metcayina boys walk away and laugh. Rotxo's eyes widen in surprise, trying not to make eye contact. "Hey…rotxo, son how are you?" says ruk'e casually, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. Rotxo laughs a little, something like irony. Ruk'e is a bit shocked by this behavior. Rotxo has never been like this.

"Hey…Your little sister was born already and " ruk'e was about to continue talking when rotxo interrupts him.

"She's not my sister…spider's not my brother and you're not my parents. Stop pretending to care about me" rotxo speaks, wiping away with his arm some tears that had begun to build up in his eyes. Ruk'e steps closer and bends a little so that he is now at the boy's level. Rotxo felt that his presence was no longer needed.

"Who told you that?" asks ruk'e, watching as rotxo takes a look at the group of boys he was hanging out with earlier. "Those idiots don't know what they're talking about… do you know how much we need you back home?" ruk'e watches as rotxo looks up, he looked so helpless.

"Why don't you come with me… and meet your 'sister'… because she is your sister too" says ruk'e getting up to guide rotxo. He was still a bit shy, he felt that he was not part of the family anymore.

After a short walk, they both arrive at the marui. Rotxo enters worried, but excited. He was lying if he said he didn't want to meet the baby. He had waited all those months to meet her. When he walked in, he saw how Y/N was sitting, with spider sitting next to her. He watched as she looked up, and gave him a big smile. "My rotxo…come here" you speak, stretching out your arms. Rotxo runs quickly, and sits down next to you. Hugging you. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to" rotxo was crying, feeling ruk'e sit next to him, placing a hand on his back.

"No need to apologize…look" you lift the baby up, so rotxo can see him better. You can notice how his ears perk up and his tail begins to wag in excitement. The baby had its little eyes open, raising its hands to try to touch Rotxo. "Can I?" asks the boy, and you laugh and pull the baby closer so he can take it in his arms. The excitement he was feeling at this moment was something he had never felt before.

"Spider…hand me that bag over there" you speak, spider reaches for the bag and hands it to you. Everyone looks at you curiously. Watching as you pull something out of it. It was a bracelet, just like the one everyone in the sully family had. Including spider, ruk'e, jake, neytiri, your nephews…everyone. It was symbolic, it was a way of saying you were part of the family. You take it and show it to rotxo. The boy is a little surprised, feeling ruk'e take the baby from his arms.

"Come here, come closer" you speak, watching as rotxo obeys. Coming closer to you, bending a little. You take his hand and place the bracelet on him.

"I think it's formal now…don't you think so, son?" you speak, seeing how rotxo's eyes at no time leave you. His tears were starting to run down his cheeks. "It's official…. I told you that you were my brother!!!" says spider, hugging rotxo from behind. At that moment, you see how jake and neytiri enter the marui, accompanied by your nephews. They were all happy, and you could see how they were holding things to celebrate. Hugging Rotxo, welcoming him. You had told Jake about your plan, and he immediately accepted. "It's going to be a little celebration…but we'll make your welcome celebration" says Jake, hugging the boy. And ruk'e joins them.

You stand quietly, watching the whole scene. After so long…after everything, you finally had what you had longed for…a family.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

First time for everything

Pairing- Human!Norm x Na'vi!reader

Summary- You and Norm have sex while he is in human form.

warnings- human x alien sex, riding, scratching and biting, bottom!norm (my fav), top!reader, you low-key have a size kink (getting turned on cause he's in his human!form and he's so much smaller than you) lmk if i missed something.

Paskalin- honey

Request- yes

Norm was out for the day and you had done all of your dutys the previous days so you decided to wait for him. While waiting on him you look through Norm's shirts and finally you found one, it was red and had buttons on it. You tilt your head and then shrug your shoulders. Taking your previous covering off and tugging the red fabric over yourself you look in the mirrior and lie on Norms bed, he got it bigger just for you two and waited for him.

It took a while for him to get back but he finally made it, taking his mask off he spoke. ''Sorry it took so long babe-'' he cuts himself off as he eyes your body. No matter how many times he has seen you in his shirts it just does something to him. ''Hello paskalin I missed you.'' You say as he crawls next to you on the bed. You turn over between his legs a bit not putting your full weight on his small human figure. His body was hot as he felt your breath hit his stomach and the way you shuffled your hips. You look up at him and his flushed face and you felt your stomach flutter and you rub your thighs together, he looked so sweet, so small you needed him.

You get up slightly and straddle Norm's lap, ''Ma Norm..'' You whine into his ear as you wiggle in his lap. ''need you.'' ''Y/N we haven't done it with me in my human form what if I doesn't work.'' he groans at the feeling of your covered cunt humping his clothed cock. ''it will it will please Ma Norm.'' You say leaving small but frantic kisses on his neck. He shakes his head up and down not wanting to waste anymore time. Ecxited you jump up, he goes to take his pants off before you pop him. ''I want to do it.'' You say as you pull his pants down along with his boxers, letting his needy and lealing cock free.

Pink spreads across his cheeks as you play with his cock, smeering the pre-cum across the tip and jerking him slowly in you hand. ''Y/N please no more teasing.'' he begs and you look up at him and smile pulling from his cock. Reaching for your own loincloth you untie it taking it off showing your wet cunt and Norm groaned at the sight, if it wasn't already painfully hard he was now. You straddle him once again and he goes to help you find your entrance before you spoke, ''No! i want to do.'' you hiss making him put his hands down. Sinking down onto his cock made both of you moan until hes balls deep in you.

Your velvety walls feel amazing around him as his cock pulsates inside of you begging for release. You oull yourself up again before smalling yourself back down, digging your nails into Norm as you do this over and over again until a rhythm finally connects.

pa, pa, pa

Could only be heard through the room, your lips connects with hips lips, and then the tip of his cock, hit the spot and you bit down and Norm moaned from the feeling of your canines sinking into his skin. His hands held onto your hips as you bounced. He was moaning, groaning, whimpering anything and everything.

He was covered in bite marks and scratches, he loved it. ''Gonna-gonna cum in you okay.'' was all he said and when he saw you shake your head okay he filled you up, cum spurting into you. fucking it onto him until you feel the bubble in your stomach burst making you hips shutter, toes curls, and nails dig into his shoulders. You slumped over him and wait a second, your chest heaved in and out both of your energies was ran out. You got off of him and laid next to him, ''Norm,'' you said he turned to you him still catching his breath, ''Yes.'' He replied. ''The other day you said 'righteous' what does that mean?'' You ask and there was a moment of silence before Norm laughed. ''What what is funny.'' ''Nothing baby nothing.'' ''Do not laugh at me.''

It was the next day and Jake and neytiri walk into the lab and cover there ears loud music played in the background, ''Sorry I just showed her Ac/Dc.'' He yelled as he turned the music down, though it didn't faze you as you were focused on the radio. Norm turned around and his shirt tugged a little showing a small bite and scratch mark. ''Damn Norm what got you?'' Jake asked pointing at the marks making his face flush. Neytiri looks in at you and then him and then pressing her lips at Norm who only looks at the floor. Jake looks at his mate. ''What?'' he asks cofused before looking at you and then him.

''Holy shi-''

[sinning-23]

My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.2

Okay so iwasnt expecting so many Mirage smps to like up my post but HEYYY welcome home yall lmao. Heres part two and let me know is yall want like a tag list for the next couple parts. ANywhoo there's some tension that forms this chapter so start getting ready for more flirty and spicyyyy interactions with old boy.

Heres the link to pt.1

Heres the link to pt.3 shawty

ANywho ENJOY!

Pt.2

Touch me softly 

Mirage had allowed you to explore his anatomy, and he was more willing than you thought. You had managed to make a nice little sketch of his body and made 4 separate copies to try and get a placement in where everything was. Then you had 5 more separate sheets just in case there were some more internal systems you wanted to note. He watched as your eye brown pinched and formed a line on your forehead and your fingers guided the pencil to the paper. 

“Wow, you drew me kinda sexy.” He jokes making you draw a breath trying to hold back a laugh. 

It really wasn’t sexy, it was about the equivalent of the Vitruvian man drawing and basic anatomical positioning for a robot. He watches you stand, hair pulled back, yet a couple of braids still fall in front of your face. He’s quiet, looking at the way you focused so intensely on exploring him.

When you gestured for him to move his leg, he did so without complaint, the feeling of your soft, warm hands under his exteriors heating him up from the inside. Of course, you’d never know that unless you kept poking and prodding. 

“Ok so compared to me, and well, other humans I’m sure your overall body parts are called different things. So let’s start from top to bottom, yeah?” You suggest, eager to learn. 

Mirage kneels in front of you, giving you an opportunity to see better. You’re much smaller than him, but he could tell when you stood next to Noah you were definitely average human height. Small to him but normal to everyone else. 

“Alright I hope you’re ready cause there’s a LOT.” He explains, clearing his throat as you move closer to his face just to see better, he blinks a bit, getting used to the feeling.

You smile slyly, placing your hand under his chin to  guide his face, 

“Let’s start with your face. Stick out your…tongue?” 

He opens his mouth and lets the ‘flesh’ inside lol out before speaking 

“Gloth-ah” he announces and you tilt your head in confusion, only for him to repeat.

“Glossa” 

You nod prodding at what you soon learned was his helm and face plates. You brush over his vocalizer for a moment and he hums, high-pitched enough to be a moan but not loud enough for either of you to acknowledge it. You know what you heard though.

“Whoa- lets not touch that alright ma?” He asks. 

Soon enough your trailing downward and when you do he announces each part for you to make a note of. This is the quietest he’s been since earlier today. He lets you work, touch, poke, pull, and press whatever you'd wanted. It’s not like it hurt really, but he’s never had something smaller than him want to examine at such close range and actually touch places he’d never been able to. In fact, it was kind of nice-

He yelps when you slide your hand down his chest plate and even farther under his chassis. You pull away, startled at the noise with wide eyes. 

“OK, that’s enough exploring don’t you think?” The statement is rushed and you side-eye him when what sounded like cooling fans whirred from inside.

Had you gotten him worked up? Maybe those were sensitive spots that had never really been touched like that before? You nod, not wanting to pry and ruin this newfound friendship by being a perv. You collect the papers and paperclip them together as he begins to wind down. It's about 6am now, and the sun peeks in through the garage windows. Your dad should be awake about now and- 

You gasp pushing Mirage back into the space he was originally parked in last night(even though he didn’t budge). Your dad couldn’t know about this! AT ALL! Knowing him he'd stress out and then his pressure would get too high and he’d have a heart attack and-

“Whoa hey, what the rush, mamas? Got something to hide?” Mirage questions, figuring out why you were trying to get him back into a corner. 

Was he being clueless on purpose?!

“YES, YOU! Now go back to being a car! My dad can't know about you, it might just be the death of him.” You huff out, gripping your scalp and pacing back and forth. He gets the idea, chuckling a bit before right back to that beat-up Porsche.

You sneak out the garage, tiptoeing up the stairs and into your room. And the moment your head hit the pillow, not even a tornado could wake you. 

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You'd be lying if you said you didn't sleep the rest of the day away. By the time you woke up it was already 3-4pm and sounded like your father was cleaning up the kitchen. You sigh, running yourself a shower considering you didn't get one the night before. Mirage was still in the garage as far as you knew and you were hellbent on getting the rest of those notes.

You step in, the water feeling soothing against your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you sigh in relief. Thoughts of your apartment fill your head. 

‘Maybe Mirage could help with the unpacking? Or maybe not. He could be spotted and then that’s more problems for us. Mirage…..Miraaaaageee….’

Your turn to face the water, soaping up your towel as suds slide down the drain. 

‘I wonder if a car wash is the equivalent of a shower for him….does he stay a car or like…fully transformed….does he have a-‘ 

Shutting the water off you opt to pull your hair back today since youd being doing more exploring. The steam from the bathroom escapes when youleave and pad downstairs, catching a glimpse at the note you father let you on the kitchen counter

~Working late, leftovers in the fridge~

You smile to yourself, grabbing a bottle of water to try and beat the obvious heat outside and head to the garage. Sure enough, the Porsche is right where you left it. Mirage is right where you'd left him, and when you tap on the window, the doors unlock almost instantly. You flatten the back of your blue jean skirt and adjust the seat. Awfully quiet today?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice. 

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp. 

“Drive you flirt, I got more notes to take. Wanna go to that garage you took me to yesterday?” You ask, using the garage clicker to leave. 

It was hot, the sun beating down on you as Mirage insisted you keep the windows down instead of running the ac. The streets were somewhat empty on this fine Sunday morning and Mirage’s only response was to drive in what you assumed was the direction to the garage. You fidget with the radio nobs and glance at the aux cord below the cd player. Maybe he did have CDs in here? You open the armrest to find nothing but-

It was easy to be nosy and explore when Mirage could drive himself, youd put that together on your own last night. There was so little you knew about him but his demeanor overall made you feel comfortable enough to ask. He was…charming. You pull the blank CD case out the armrest, and dust it off. 

“MIrage’s Mix (from-)”

The name was scratched off, well more smudged than anything. You crack the case open and slide the CD into the player, the wait for the music to start making you a bit nervous. Had he realized you'd put it in? Was it personal? You begin to regret your decision but before you could press the eject button, it began. N.W.A. blasted from the speakers, startling you for a moment but you're soon amused.  What did he know about N.W.A?

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It doesn't take much longer for you to arrive at the garage, most of the lot being empty while the two of you enter to complete more of your research. You set your purse down, taking the papers from yesterday out and trying to organize them as he peers over your shoulder.

“Still think you drew me sexy-”

You scoff playfully and push him a bit, not moving him in the slightest but still, but he still finds it amusing. 

“Stop it, I need you to sit so I can finish. You got all squeamish on my last night.” You tease, sliding your hand down the back of his ‘leg’ and he freezes.

He kneels back down, watching your every move. Your fingers hover over his vocalizer, the warning from yesterday replaying in your mind. Right, don't touch. You skip his chest plate and chassis, watching his expression slightly change to disappointment for what seemed like only a second. Again, he announces each part of himself, the air slightly awkward and VERY quiet. Maybe now was the time to try and strike up some more conversation.

“Soooo, where are you really from?” You ask, writing down each part you trace over when he speaks. 

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them. 

Servos 

"Never been?" He jokes again, admiring how small your hand looked compare to his.

'Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head in response, looking at the details of his hands, moving back to his torso, purposefully skipping over the plated area between his thighs. Boundaries were definitely not something you wanted to cross, trying not to make him uncomfortable. I mean, he was willingly letting you poke around, and he clears his throat when you skip that spot.

“You, you can look if you want. And touch…ask questions. It's all good babygirl.” He offers, almost melting when you look up from under your lashes at him.

 He could practically feel his pump about to explode. Why did Earth girls look so damn pretty? Mirage couldn't wrap his head around it honestly, the feeling he got when he passes a pretty girl when Noah would take him for drives. How they would gasp if he revved loud enough to embarrass Noah a bit but also score him a couple numbers.

Talk about a damn good wingman. You were different though.

You were a softer kind of pretty…He'd seen you come into the garage so many times before you really met. The day your dad parked him in that spot, he watched you skip in with your little low-rise jeans, the piercing you sported shining in the sunlight. 

You hugged your dad, eyes lighitn up at the new car with a gasp. 

“A Porsche! Dad oh my gosh really?” You ask, seeing him nod. You squealed more, inspecting his paint job, it was just as beat up then as it was before you officially met. 

You chatted on and on about how ‘cute’ he’d look when you finally got to paint him a nice shade of hot pink and added your glitter seat covers. Not so exciting for him considering pink wasn't particularly his favorite but god did you look adorable when you were excited. 

And there was that same look. Pure, unbridled excitement, yet your eyes shone almost darker this time. That look is almost salacious. It makes him swallow hard, legs opening a bit more and you brush your hand over his thighs, sparing one more glance as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’ He only nods. 

“Mirage, you gonna keep telling me what everything is, or am I to assume on my own?” You question, tracing the skirt plate.

Ita hard to speak, his fans feelijg as if they were working overtime to keep him from overheating. Primus you looked so pretty between him and now he was wondering how would you look riding his-

You stop touching, whistling to get his attention. Damn, he kinda liked that.

“ ‘Rag, we good?” You questions and he swallows hard at his new nickname.

Where did all that slick talk go now? 

“Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears. 

You slide your hands up and down his midsection plating, teasing at this point. How was he supposed to focus on helping you learn when you touch under his plates like that? When your fingers slide over his thighs and over the skirt plate over and over, the pace only makes him want to thrust into your touch.

He felt perverted sort of, getting off on you exploring him in the name of science. That was such bullshit. He looks down at you, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Oh….you liked this. Your thighs pressed together as your tongue darts out to lick your lips. 

You look up at him again, smile mischievous. And before he could ask any questions you slid you hand right back to his chassis and vocalizer. Oh that was a moan without a doubt. You hum in satisfaction, you’re practically playing with him, his body. It wasn’t helping that he hadn’t been touched like this in so long either p.

“Wanna tell me what happens if I keep touching you like this?” You purr, seeing Mirage avoid eye contact. 

“C’mon ma, don’t mess with me like this.” He breathes out, hollow.

You stop your ministries after hearing tires and revving come to a halt. With footsteps approaching you stand quickly, Mirage doing the same. He crosses his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall as if he’d been caught while you shove the papers into your bag and swallow hard. You’d never moved so fast in your life.

Noah enters, feeling as if he’s just interrupted something but panicking once he realizes the predicament you were about ot be in. Why were you two here? Did Mirage even think this through? Probably not.  He glances back at the other 3 bots behind him, trying to find a quick solution to hide you. But, before he could get any sort of plan out, three other robots similar to Mirage walked in, and one of them, was not at all pleased. 

“Primeee, i had no idea youd be back so soon!”

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[itsscromp]

Happy birthday !!!

Birthday present to the one and only @callofdudes who for the past year has made my day every single time, every idea that comes out of your head is pure gold. Much love bestie, Happy birthday !!! Word count:1.9 K

With your birthday coming up fast, Johnny was stuck to decide what to do for a present.

"Come on MacTavish think" He struggled to figure out, He couldn't get you the same present as last time. What would his best friend want then ??

A ding popped on his phone, reminding him that in a couple of days, he'd be heading back home to Scotland for leave... wait yes yes !! that's it !!!. He would bring you along with him to Scotland and introduce you to his family and you would all have an amazing party !!!

So with this now in mind, he booked your ticket and printed it out. Now it was off to find you. You were busy with your paperwork when Johnny came zooming by and knocking on your day frantically like the gremlin he is.

"Y/N Y/N Y/N !!!"

"Ok ok I'm coming Johnny" You chuckled as you opened the door, he was starting to shake with excitement.

"What's gotten you so happy ??" If he had a tail right now it would be wagging so hard.

"Your coming to Scotland with me" He smiled as he handed you your ticket.

You stared at it for a little while. "Are you sure Johnny, I wouldn't want to intrude..."

"Nonsense ya dafty" (fool) "Come on, it'll be an awesome birthday present for you, think of it that way" He smiled.

You looked at the ticket, He was right, You had never been to Scotland before, So maybe it'll be a fun time. "Thank you Johnny" You smiled and hugged him tightly. To which he returned the hug. "I promise y/n your going to have the best damned time of your life"

Soon, the day arrived and Johnny was already dressed and ready to go, To be fact, He never changed into his pyjamas last night, he stayed in the clothes he would wear the morning out of excitement. Rushing to your door and once again, knocking frantically. "Come on, get up, we got a plane to catch" He smiled behind the door.

You were just starting to slowly wake up and get ready. "Johnny we got almost 6 hours before the flight, easy there" You giggled as you then finished getting dressed.

Price dropped you both off at the airport a couple hours later. "Have a good time you two, stay safe" He joked to you two.

"Thanks price" You smiled and waved goodbye to him as you both soon checked in and waited for your flight.

"Oh man, My Ma and Pa are gonna love meeting you" He said to you as you waited at the terminal. "My sisters too"

"I didn't know you had sisters"

"Yeah, two. I was the third and the youngest."

"So how much of me have you told to your family"

"A fair bit"

One of the traditions Johnny does is once a week he would ring his family and check in with them, Johnny went on and on talking about you to his family. How awesome, how badass, just how amazing you were. He could literally talk about you all day and never get bored. Basically, you were a Mactavish now.

The plane began boarding and soon you were off to Glasgow. Landing about a couple hours later, you collected your bags and rented your car. "I booked us an Air BnB to stay just for the night, my parents have an inflatable bed for you when you get there" He smiled as you two walked to the car.

Watching Glasgow pass through your eyes as the car drove on the streets, His parents lived in the smaller villages further out. But it was home to Johnny. Once arriving at the AirBnB, you both crashed for a much-needed nap... yeah... we're ordering delivery. You felt a slight shift in the bed as you woke up from your nap, finding Johnny wrapping his arms around you... He needed his bestie post-flight cuddles. Smiling, you wrapped your arms around him. It was moments like these you cherished with Johnny, Moments with your best friend, your rock. Forgetting all the hardships out in the world, knowing that you were safe and sound with him.

The next day finally rocked around and Johnny couldn't be even more excited than yesterday, even on the car ride to his parents you found his knee bouncing.

"Your excited to see them huh ??"

"Yeah, first time I've seen them in... steamin' Jesus almost 4 years." This only made him even more excited to see them.

"I'm kinda excited to meet them too, They sound like good people"

Soon you both finally arrived at the Mactavish residence, a brick-layered building, almost 80's like... Johnny bursted from the car and knocked frantically on the door, waiting for anyone to open the door so he could squeeze the living daylight's out of them.

And the first person to open the door would be... Mama Mactavish who's eyes went wide seeing her son for the first time in a long time. "JOHNATHON !!!" She shrieked as she lunged at her boy.

"Mama !!" He hugged her so tightly, both crying from pure happiness.

"Oh look at you, You've grown so much !!" She smiled, gently cupping his cheeks. He smiled for a bit and turned to you. "Mama, This is y/n, the one who I've been talking about"

"It's nice to meet you Mrs Mactavish" You said as you walked up to the door, both yours and Johnny's bags in each hand.

"Oh it's so nice to finally meet you y/n, John has told us so so much about you. I'm so happy you kept him company" She smiled. Inviting you both inside, You looked over and found the photo wall, One stood out immediately as you set your eyes on it.

"I always knew you were a leash kid" You snickered.

The photo was of a young Johnny, who was wearing one of those leash backpacks to stop him from running off so far. "Oh he was a little rascal and still is" She giggled as she ruffled his mohawk.

"Maaaaa" Johnny groaned as he fixed his mohawk.

"Now y/n, John told me that you're not usually too fond of spicy food, so I made a separate dish for you if that's ok ??" She smiled to you.

"Oh... thank you, you didn't have to do..."

"Ahh nonsense. Your our guest, your important as much as john is" She reassured you.

"Where's Pa ??" Johnny looked around for his dad, who was nowhere in sight.

"He's out with your sisters, They'll all be back shortly. So come sit, and tell me about all your adventures" She smiled as she made you coffee.

You told her about the missions that you've been on, like Las Almas. Obviously leaving out most of the details. Not to mention the mischief you two would get up too on base. "He hasn't changed one bit hasn't he ??" His mother giggled after your latest story of him.

"Nah, Besides i wouldn't want him to change" You wrapped and arm around him.

"Me neither gul (bud)" Johnny ruffled your head.

Soon they heard slight bickering as the door opened revealing Johnny's sisters. Who rushed in and hugged him tightly.

"Oh my god when did you get in ??" One of them said.

"About an hour ago" He smiled.

"And you still look like the same doofus you are" His other sister teased.

"Ahh ma boy !!!" His dad came in and pulled him into a bear hug. Now you know where Johnny got his physique from. His dad was built like a wrestler. "Good to see you too dad." He smiled.

One of his sisters laid her eyes on you. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there. Y/n right ??" She smiled and greeted you.

"Yeah that's me" You smiled as you stood up to shake their hands. His dad was the last. "Oh wow, strong grip" You complemented.

"It's the training for the highland games" He stated proudly.

"You participate ??"

"Every year, I'm sure you would like to try it out some day too huh lad ??"

"Don't you have to like toss a tree ??"

"It looks heavier than it seems" He chuckled.

"I remember when we were kids, we used to do out own highland games before we even allowed to participate." Johnny smiled as he spoke up.

"Oh yeah, I remember that" One of his sisters nodded.

"You should've seen it y/n, It was the best, we had our own weight toss, our own stone throw, even we did wrestling too"

"Too which he stole my win" His other sister playfully scolded him.

"I won that victory fair and square"

"That's because you farted in my face" The story making you laugh.

"Not my fault ma gave me pea and ham soup for lunch" He snickered.

The next few days were nothing but amazing, the Mactavish's treated you like one of their own, Mama Mactavish making sure you were well fed and comfortable, His sisters treating you like how they would treat Johnny lovingly and his dad even helped train you for your future participation for the highland games.

"You're doing very well y/n, you'd make a great Scottish warrior" he chuckled and gently pinched your bicep.

"Thanks Mr MacTavish" You smiled and flexed your bicep, to which he did as well, both laughing.

Your birthday finally arrived and the Mactavish's planned a surprise party, So Johnny took you out and explored his hometown for a couple of hours as his family set up.

"Over their, that was the field i used to play soccer on with my team"

"What position were you in ??"

"The goalie"

"Why the goalie ??"

"The coach saw how resilient I was after getting knocked down" He smiled as the memories came back.

"So how are you liking Scotland ??" He turned to you with a bright smile on his face.

You stood there as you started to smile brightly. "Johnny, this has... been the best leave that I have ever had, Your family is fucking awesome"

He gave you bright puppy eyes and hugged you tightly, squeezing the living bejeezus out of you to which you returned it happy.

"Happy birthday y/n... I love you so much caraid" (Buddy)

You didn't say anything, but you responded by squeezing him tighter. Soon he brought you back to the house, to which you found dark and empty.

"Hello ??" Johnny feigned worry as he then flicked the lights on.

"SURPRISE !!" They shouted and popped party poppers, showering you with confetti.

"You guys" You giggled as you dusted off the confetti, Mama Mactavish showering you with kisses on your cheeks. His sisters ruffling your hair as you made your way to the kitchen, Celebrating with cake and a few party games like twister.

"John, right foot yellow" his dad said, you, johnny and his sisters were now literally in a knot.

"Got it" He carefully placed his foot down... after some attempts.

"John your ass in my face !!" His sister called out.

Johnny looked at you and smirked, mouthing "Watch this" Soon he farted on his sister's face, She soon tried to escape, making you all tumble out of the twisted knots. You ended up laughing and playfully punching johnny.

The best birthday ever with your best friend. You couldn't have asked for anything else.

A/n: Happy birthday el, I hope you enjoyed this story, love ya bestie :D

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Could we get a part 2 of Between Sky and Pandora? To see how neteyam adjust to her small size. Like forgetting she's small and staying on top of her and other things. Or that he takes advantage of the fact that she is so small and maneuver her like a doll. Thank you<3

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get out, I've been busy with house renovations and school that I hadn't had much time to write, hope you enjoy! <3

Between Sky and Pandora II: Neteyam Sully

It had been a huge adjustment going back to being human full time and it sucked absolutely sucked for you. You could no longer just run and kiss Neteyam when you wanted to, you could no longer hunt with your bow because it was too big, you were too small to play wrestle with Lo'ak like you usually do. 

Neteyam hovered like crazy, you used to be able to go off be on own your own for a bit but now that you were fully human, he was always near you making sure you weren't hurt in case you forgot that you were human and it was driving you crazy, because you loved you did but god it felt like you were suffocating and being treated like a child. 

"Nete please, I can do it myself." You said with a sigh as he wouldn't let you help skin the fish for dinner today. 

"Yawne the knife is much bigger than your hands, I don't want you to hurt yourself." He said as you rolled your eyes and pushed the food away from you. 

"Y/n what's wrong?" He asked placing his hand on your knee worried about you. 

"It's you! Always hovering and treating me like a child ever since my accident. I'm not mad of glass neteyam, I'm just human so stop treating me like I am." You said as the tears streamed down your face. 

Everyone was shocked to hear you lash out at Neteyam like you did and they all watched as you scurried off with tears in your eyes. 

"I was just trying to look out for her because she's so much smaller." Neteyam said wondering if he had been hovering too much. 

"I know you did son, it's hard to go from being Navi to human, I know because I went through it as well. Let me go talk to her and see what's going on." Jake offered as Neteyam nodded his head. 

Jake found you off on the small island away from everyone and took a seat next to you and gently rubbed a hand up and down your back trying to calm you down, he wasn't surprised that you were lashing out because he went through the same thing when he first got here. 

"Was it ever weird for you to go back to being human after being in your avatar?" You asked Jake. 

"Absolutely especially for me being in my avatar gave me the freedom and use of my legs like I used to have and when I left it, I was back to not being able to use them. It was so hard and I can only imagine what you are going through right now, but you also need to remember that Neteyam only cares about you and is just trying to look out for you, he has no idea how you are feeling, so you need to talk to him about it." Jake said as you sighed knowing he was right. 

"I will. Thank you Jake." You said to him. 

"Of course kid, and you know I'm always here if you wanna talk about it or anything." He said hugging you. 

You walked home and thinking about what Jake said and when you walked in, you saw your mate tying a bow around something making you confused. 

"Ma 'Teyam?" You asked quietly. 

"For you yawne. I know how upset you were about your bow breaking and being too big for you so I made you one, so that we can go hunting again." He said handing it too you as your heart swelled and the tears fell down your face. 

"Yawne? Do you not like it?" He asked concerned as you set the bow down. 

"Thank you. I love it so much. I'm sorry for being short with you here lately, this has been a huge adjustment for me not having my avatar anymore, I miss the freedom that I had with it and when you hover around me it makes me feel weak and like I can't even do the basic things. After talking with your dad I understand how you were only trying to look out for me." You said through tears as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

Neteyam heart broke hearing how upset you were, he didn't blame you for being short with him, he could only imagine what you were through. He had only wanted to protect you since you were smaller and more vulnerable to the world around you than before, he gently ran a hand through your hair before kneeling down to your level.

"Oh yawne, you are anything but weak even as a human." He said running his hands across your cheeks as you looked at him. 

"You are so beautiful and strong to have gone through what you did and still keep pressing forward. Most people would've given up but not you, you are so strong and I only hovered because I was worried about you, I know how dangerous to world can be for a human and I just wanted to protect you and help guide you through it, but I can see I went over board with it, and I'm sorry." He said to you. 

"It's alright Nete, I know we are both still trying to figure this new dynamic out. Plus I enjoyed picking me up and carrying me and just holding me in your arms." You said pressing a kiss against his fingers. 

"Good because I enjoy that too. I love you so much y/n." He said pressing a kiss to your lips. 

"I love you more Nete." You said smiling at him as he wrapped his arms around you. 

Neteyam ended up easing on his hovering but he was still near by just in case something happened. You also became better vocal about what you liked and didn't like about his hovering, but the only thing that remain consistent was him picking you up and kissing you, carrying you or just holding you in general which was something you both loved. 

[gretavanlace]

Poppins (part 1)

Josh and Jake x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: language, kissing, adult themes, pretty tame…for now.

A tiny hand tugs at the hem of your dress before an even smaller voice floats up “He’s late.”

“Uncle Jake is always late, Lil.” You run your fingers over a dish towel before ruffling her curls soothingly. “He’ll be here.”

“What if he forgot?” Her voice wavers with threatening tears, and you abandon the tray of finger sandwiches you’ve been fussing over in order to focus solely on her welling eyes.

“Your fourth birthday?” You lend an incredulous gasp to your tone. “Uncle Jake? Forget his best girl? Never!”

Karen appears in the kitchen with Josh hot on her heels. “I said the cake should say ‘Happy Birthday Lily-bit.” He complains, shaking his head with great frustration while nervously tugging at the pearlescent beads around his neck…a habit reserved for when he is tromping along the edge of panic.

Lily-bit has been her nickname ever since she bestowed it upon herself unknowingly. Unable to pronounce Elizabeth correctly, it had stumbled out ‘Lily-bit’…and stuck, it had.

“Well, you should’ve picked it up yourself then, Joshua.” Karen snarks right back, sliding the cardboard box housing a sheet cake onto the counter. “It says Elizabeth. That’s still her name. And stop fidgeting. If you’re that concerned, drive it back to the store and cause an enormous scene like an idiot. We’ll wait.”

She bends down and nuzzles her only granddaughter’s nose. “Won’t we, baby? We’ll wait right here while Daddy goes and acts like a dumb shit at the grocery store.”

“Daddy’s a dumb shit!”

You suppress a laugh at her squeaky-mouse voice cursing as Josh grows visibly perturbed, yet calmer, all at once.

“Jesus, ma!” He searches over her shoulder and raises his voice. “Veronica, come and get your mother!”

Ronnie’s voice floats in from the family room, relaxed and unconcerned. “I’m not in this!”

Lily begins to giggle only to stop dead in her tracks when a familiar voice booms through the house. “Where’s my birthday girl?”

She’s gone in a flash. Racing from the room with an ecstatic gasp, as fast as her tiny legs can carry her. Everything else forgotten, in an effort to get to her Uncle Jake.

The three of you are drawn like magnets into the hall, unwilling to miss the spectacle of a jake-lily reunion.

“Look at this.” Josh frowns, with a smile tugging at his lips as he watches his twin scoop his niece up with a flourish. “Even my own daughter loves him best.”

“Stop.” Your elbow nudges into his side lovingly. “He’s the fun uncle, is all.”

His eyes slide in your direction as his voice drops to a whisper “All the girls I adore love him best.”

Reaching out for a lock of your hair, he gives it a gentle yank and moves in to greet his brother just as Lily relays the important news.

“Uncle Jakey,” she conspires, running her chubby hands through the hair hanging in his face. “Daddy’s a dumb shit. Gramma said.”

Jake throws his head back with a hearty belly laugh, hugging her close. “He is, girly…you’re absolutely right.”

She laughs along with him, pink-cheeked and enamored, hiding her face in his hair.

“I know it is, Lily bit.” He nods. She must’ve whispered to remind him of her big day. “That’s why I brought you this.”

She slides down, holding fast to his barely buttoned shirt as he deposits her on her Mary Jane clad feet. Her tiny palms clap with unbridled excitement as he pulls a glittering tiara out of his back pocket.

“There.” He places it carefully, tucking it into her wispy baby hair until it sits just right. “Birthday princess.”

Her eyes are flashing with devotion, as she makes grabby hands at the gift bag stuffed messily with tissue paper in his grip. “What else?”

“Later, girly.” He sneaks it behind his back with a kiss on her flushed forehead.

“He’s not that great.” Ronnie quips, feigning boredom from the other room. “Come see auntie…I’ll tell you about the time he crashed a car and broke uncle Sammy’s head.”

Lily’s eyes grow wide with concern. “You broke his head?”

“Ah, hell,” Jake waves her off with a smile. “His head’s empty anyway.”

“Jacob,” Karen scolds as if she can’t fathom the audacity. “Watch your mouth around the baby.”

You collectively watch the birthday girl scamper off to soak in the tale her aunt has to tell.

“Dumb shit?” Jake tilts his head. “Is that not what you taught the baby, on this, the day of her birth?”

She swats at him, then softens the loving blow with a peck on his lips, before wandering off with a clipped “Shut it.”

“Hey, prick.” You watch on, feeling slightly out of place as Jake pulls Josh in for an aggressive, brotherly hug. Both twins smack at each other’s backs in pats that seem as though they should sting.

They begin chatting in that strange, half-spoken, unfinished sentence, twin language of theirs, and you, feeling even more intrusive than before, move to slink off.

Jake stops you with a hand coiled loosely around your wrist, eyes still honed in on his brother while they catch up. He doesn’t dare slip his hand down to link fingers with yours, though he wants to…you can feel it.

At last, Karen’s voice sounds out, and rescues you from this awkward limbo. “Can someone go collect your father and his son from the house?” ‘Your’ father and ‘his’ son, is all the explanation needed. She refuses to stake claim over any of them when they’re stretching the limbs of their Kiszka lineage.

“Took an Uber in from the airport!” Jake shirks responsibility with a lie - you can see his car swiveled crookedly in the gravel out front clearly through the bay window.

“I’ll go.” Josh sighs, turning to you. “Keep them civil, warden?”

“Of course.” You grin, smoothing a curl down atop his head with your freehand so that he looks less maniacal. It does little to help.

You’ve been alone in the entryway for less than thirty seconds before Jake is pulling you into the quiet of the hall. “How’s my Mary Poppins?” He taunts quietly. “I’ve missed you. Look at this smart little dress. You’re killin’ me.”

In reality, you’ve opted for a modestly festive dress whose skirt skims over your knees. It’s Lily's birthday, after all, not a night out.

“Jake,” you can feel the warmth of your blush, and duck your face to conceal it. “Go be with your family, you shameless flirt.”

“Do you think you’re not family?” He bends at the knees to catch your eye and counter your shy methods of hiding away. “Can’t you see the way we all love you? Me most of all.”

“Not one of your groupies,” you giggle like a schoolgirl, to your dismay, pushing a little more distance between the two of you. “Get outta here.”

He steps in even closer, and you can smell him. The warm, inexplicably comforting scent that follows him around like a delectable cloud. He’s like the woods after a campfire has smoldered itself out, mixed in with something vaguely christmas-like. “I have no groupies. I play dive bars filled with sad old men who stare into their drinks and dream about pretty girls like you.”

His fingers drift against your cheek and then curl a turf of hair behind your ear with a hushed, “I’ll find you later, poppins, yeah?”

Poppins. Yes, you’re the nanny. Yes, it’s a terrible idea. Yes, Josh has also been known to wear his heart on his sleeve for you. And yes, all those things seem to matter…that is until Jake steps into your space and fixes that warm, chocolate truffle gaze upon you. Until he lowers his voice so that only you can hear. Until his touch skates over your skin, confident and sure.

You’ve never gone too far with Jake, no matter how badly you’d like to.

There was a night, Lily conked out on her toddler bed, you off for the remainder of the night, but lingering on in the kitchen sipping Dos Equis with your charge’s favorite uncle. Gazes had locked a little too long, lips had met, until the warm, wet, grace of his tongue against your own had caused you to pull away.

“Yeah.” You nod. Leaning back against the wall when he slips away. He makes you want to run for the hills and into his arms all at once.

The party commences as Josh returns with a slightly inebriated Kelly and Samuel in tow, and everyone falls in love with Lily-bit all over again as she opens presents and charms her way through the hearts of her most beloved.

Before the candles have even been lit, she has crawled into her uncle Jake’s lap. Falling asleep like a worn out kitten, tiara askew on her head, glitter lipgloss Ronnie applied to her rosebud mouth smeared and smudged against Jake’s torn up jeans.

“Her cake.” Josh sounds both defeated and relieved…exhausted from trying to make sure her day was perfect.

“Goddamn thing said Elizabeth, anyway.” Jake huffs lazily before throwing a wink at his twin that seems to relax Josh’s shoulders in a way no one else has been able to manage all day.

“Mom’s fault.” Josh smirks.

“Isn’t it always?” Jake smiles back, as if the answer is obvious.

“Oh, to hell with both of you.” Karen sighs, with absolute love in her insult. “You have miss girl FaceTime gramma first thing in the morning.” She points at Josh to get her point across and then nudges at Kelly, who has trotted off to dreamland along with his granddaughter. “You and Sam in the car within five or you both can walk.”

~

You’re tidying up the kitchen by the warm, shadowy light of an accent lamp when Josh’s voice comes softly in the silence.

“Thought you and ma already cleaned up?”

“Just little details,” you shrug. “You know.”

“You staying tonight? It’s late.”

You have a cozy little place across town. No more than a studio, but you’ve furnished it beautifully, and eclectically, via thrift stores and yard sales. It’s you, and it’s home. Sort of. Really, the guest room here that has evolved into your room, is more home than home.

“Probably.” You swipe the sponge over a perfectly clean spot of butcher’s block “She still sleeping?”

“Out like a light.” The love dances in his eyes like it always does when he speaks of his baby girl. “Put her in jammies and all, she slept right through.”

“Well…” you offer softly, at a loss for words as you so often are when you find yourself sinking into these domestic moments with him.

“Yes, well…” he nods, tilting his head down to look at you through his lashes with the smallest of grins.

“Oh!” Your face lights up as you turn toward the fridge to pull two bottles of water out for him. His nightly routine. “Here. You almost forgot.”

He catches them one after another as you toss the bottles his way and then points with one, cap wiggling in your direction. “I wish you’d let me take care of you the way you take care of me, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t mean it in any way other than gentle…he’d like to coddle you. That’s all. Somehow, that makes your heart hurt worse.

“Don’t get too comfy with my brother tonight.” He adds, padding off down the hall before you can grow defensive.

You slump against the counter, embarrassed and sad. You wish you could chase down that spark of something that plays about in your heart for Josh now and again, but Jake always moves in…all soft smiles and whispered words. Nicknames and airy brushes of calloused hands that make you shiver and keep you awake at night…

…the memory of his tongue slipping, slick and hungry, against yours, that blurs your mind when your hand finds itself between your legs in the dark.

~

Shaking off the thoughts before they have a chance to drag you down too deeply, you finish up in the kitchen, double check the locks, and start down the hall to the room that serves as your own.

You’re moving quietly, and you know why…but you also feel a little silly for it. Aren’t you just little miss hot shit to assume Jake would be listening for you?

I mean, sure, he likes to flirt, and you kissed once for like, twenty seconds, but why would you really believe that —

“Hey, poppins.” His voice comes, smooth as warm silk, a split second after his fingers close tight around your waist. “Come here often?”

“Hello, Jacob.” You smile into the dark, covering his hands with your own.

“Oooh,” he moans softly against the nape of your neck. “Jacob? Put me in time out, nanny. Do your worst.”

“Stop it!” You laugh quietly, wrenching around in his grip to face him.

“Hi.” He grins once you’re nose to nose. “Are you staying tonight?”

His question, mirroring his twin’s, comes hushed as he walks you back against the wall.

Your reply is an inelegant swallow, paired with a nod.

“That’s good.” He trails the back of his knuckle along the curve of your jaw. “It’s so dark out there. And chilly. Best you stay here where you’re safe.”

The sincerity stuns you. He means it. He worries for you.

But are you safe?

This isn’t good. Isn’t it easier if one wants to love you and one wants to fuck you?

There you go again, running ahead of whatever this is. He doesn’t want to love you, he’s simply glad to see you snug and warm for the night.

“You know,” his fingers card slowly through your hair, lips impossibly near, breathing softly in your ear. “It would make it so much easier to kiss you if you didn’t look like a deer caught in headlights.”

A sound, foreign and high-pitched, escapes you before you have a chance to quiet yourself, and his body tenses against yours in response. “So pretty, poppins. You’re a song, aren’t you? Sweet and soft. If I played you, it’d be acoustic.”

You’re a song…if I played you…fuck…

“Jake, I…” you’re scrabbling for excuses on why this shouldn’t happen when you hear it. The faint whimper of Lily. She’s still asleep, you can tell that much, but not for long.

A bad dream, perhaps, brought on by too much excitement and sugar.

“Let me check on her.” You whisper, pushing him away gently.

“What?” He’s confused. He isn’t a parent, or her caregiver, and he’s missed the early quiet muffled rumblings before the wailing storm.

But Josh hasn’t…

And when he steps into the hall to rescue his little girl, he is greeted with the sight of Jake pressing you up against the wall, hands in places they shouldn’t be.

“M’sorry.” He murmurs, hurrying by as you break away from Jake, rushing to explain.

Your words of justification land against deaf ears and Lily’s bedroom door as Josh quietly shuts you out.

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