#ok ok this was my bathroom musings alright

[gudakdalee]

I know william and others often accuse Eliza of her AMBITION, AMBITION, AMBITION, but what I've finally understood about her in the last few eps of Season 3 is that it's not just about her career ambitions- investigating is her PASSION.

it almost feels like something she can't control.

it's a part of her personality, her intellectual desires, her curiosity, her calling. It's not just a professional ambition or goal that she can choose to switch to another field or career.

It makes her a more relatable and likable character when I see that it's not bc she wants to 'get ahead in her career at all costs so she'll take a case even if william asks her not to', but it's more of 'I am so passionate and curious about finding who did this and solving something that puzzles me that it's hard for me to say no if you ask me and it's just unfortunate happenstance that you were slightly involved before.'

I realized this bc I was shipping William/Eliza, and thinking how brilliantly crafted the emotional conflict is between why they would WORK TOGETHER SO WELL, but also why they could potentially ruin their friendship.

Bc I thought, Eliza!!! WHY CANT YALL JUST GET TOGETHER!! Is your ambition really so strong that you would let that get in the way of your relationship with William?

Well, 1) ambition is not a flaw, nor is passion, and it just so happens that the path of her passion intersects, often uncomfortably, with william's values and expectations

and 2) william will need to adjust his expectations and POV if he is to seriously consider Eliza as a romantic partner bc she deserves FULL acceptance emotionally, professionally, and aspirational-ly.

[ejzah]

A/N: Happy 5th Anniversary to Kensi and Deeks! I can’t believe five years ago we were wondering if it would ever happen. We’ve got a little bit of fluff, domestic Densi, babies, Rosa, and of course, romance.

This story ignores the fact that Sam is now in Hawaii.

***

Here’s to Five and Many More

When Rosa first met Sam Hanna and G. Callen (it would be a couple months before she heard what the G stood for thanks to Sam’s teasing), she thought they seemed nice, but fairly intimidating. She never imagined that they’d ever consider her their honorary niece, or that she’d feel comfortable to have them over for dinner.

Even more surprising was that they both accepted and didn’t seem fazed when they found out Kensi and Marty wouldn’t be in attendance.

“Have you ever considered opening your own restaurant?” Callen questioned after his first bite of chicken stew.

Rosa dipped her head at the compliment, shrugging. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it. But I think I’ll keep cooking as a hobby for now.” She shifted her weight. “And thank you for coming last minute.”

“Hey, I’ll never say no to a good meal, but something tells me that you didn’t invite us over just to sample your cooking,” Sam observed.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” Rosa admitted, brushing her hair back. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

Callen paused with a pepper halfway to his mouth and Sam’s face instantly shifted into something darker.

“Who is he and what did he do?”

“Uncle Sam, it’s nothing like that,” Rosa assured him quickly before he could find some poor and unsuspecting boy. “Steven is still wonderful. It’s not something bad.”

“Ok, but if that changes, I’m a text away, and have no problem lightly abusing my power to make arrests.”

By now, Rosa was fairly used to such offers, so she took it in stride. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” Folding her hands together, she breathed in once, not sure why she felt so nervous. “So, Marty and Kensi’s fifth anniversary is coming soon and I want to plan something special for them,” she explained.

“Yeah, March 17th.” Callen nodded.

“Yes. It’s four weeks away.”

“I want to plan something special for them. It’s been a really exciting year, but also so much has changed, and I know it hasn’t all been easy,” Rosa continued. “Maybe a nice dinner out or even a couple days away. Although I don’t know if Kensi and Marty will want to leave the twins overnight.”

“Hm, it would take some planning to pull off, but it’s possible,” Sam mused.

And don’t worry, I’ve saved some money from my job. All I need is help with the actual scheduling and execution,” Rosa assured him.

“Kid, we’re not making you pay for anything,” Callen interrupted with a roll of his eyes. “Kensi and Deeks would kill us if they found out we let you spend all your money on them.”

“I can afford it,” Rosa said stubbornly, pride getting the better of her.

“But you don’t have to. That money is supposed to be for your needs. Like tuition, and books, and ice cream during finals week ,” Sam told her gently.

Rosa smiled reluctantly at the last part. “Ok. I’m chipping in though since it was my idea.”

“Always so stubborn.”

“Well, it’s a Deeks-Blye trait,” Rosa explained with a self-deprecating shrug. Then more added more earnestly. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Anytime kid.”

***

“Babe, have you seen my breast pump?” Kensi asked, rushing from their bedroom.

“Uh, it’s in the hallway bathroom,” Deeks told her without looking up from wrangling Sophia into a clean onesie. He finished and tucked her under his arm.

Kensi hurried out of the room, coming back with pump and a couple fo bottles.

“Alright, you’re all clean, how about some tummy time?” Sophia made a sighing sound at Deeks’ suggestion, palming at his nose. When he had her settled on her stomach in the middle of a blanket with some toys, he grabbed Caleb.

Roughly three months in, they’d found a rhythm to caring for the twins. It was an exhausting and completely insane rhythm, but it worked for the most part.

“Now we have two clean babies,” Deeks announced, setting Caleb next to his sister. “Which should last anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half.”

Kensi laughed wryly from the couch, head flopped back on the cushion as the pump whirred quietly.

“Did Rosa say if she’ll be home for dinner?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Ok, I’m going to start some chicken and broccoli. Maybe potatoes if I’m feeling ambitious,” Deeks replied. Crouching briefly, he tickled each of the twin’s tummies. “Now don’t get into any trouble while I’m out of the room.”

***

Rosa arrived shortly before six with a loaf of crusty bread and a chocolate cake in hand. Deeks accepted both, grateful to have something to round their dinner out.

“¿Cómo están mis hermosos hermanitos y hermanitas?” she asked the twins, getting down on the blanket with them. They cooed happily, Caleb lifting his head higher in excitement. “Mira lo fuerte que eres.”

“I swear Sophia almost rolled onto her side this morning,” Deeks said, responding to the one-sided conversation.

“Isn’t that really early?” Rosa asked.

“It is,” Kensi confirmed. “It’s exciting, but I’m not quite sure I’m ready for them to be mobile yet.”

“Eh, it figures given their mom’s a ninja assassin.” Deeks winked at Kensi, who rolled her eyes.

“And their dad excels at any sport that involves ice or water.”

They held each other’s gaze for several seconds, Kensi’s eyes darkening, until Rosa pointedly cleared her throat.

“Do I need to leave the room?”

“No, no we’re good. Uh, dinner will be ready in five minutes,” he said, moving back into the kitchen. Rosa followed him. “How was your day?”

“It was ok. Do you need any help?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Leaning against the counter, Rosa watched him put everything on the stovetop and begin dishing out servings.

“My literature class and ethics are always interesting. But I’m regretting taking history more every day.”

“Still unreasonably boring and complicated?” Deeks guessed.

“Yes.” She groaned and rubbed her hands over her face. “I never want to hear about 15th century kings again.”

“Ooh yeah, that’s not fun.” He winced in sympathy. “If you want any help studying, I’m always here. I might ask for payment in the form of baby-holding, but I’m always happy to help or just commiserate.”

Rosa giggled, her entire face brightening. “Thanks, Marty.”

“Any day, Rosalita. You wanna grab the last plate and bread?”

They set everything on the table while Kensi settled the twins in their car seats. Generally one of their toys kept them busy long enough for a quick dinner.

“Before we eat, I have something for both of you,” Rosa spoke up, pulling a gift out of her bag. “Happy Anniversary.”

“Oh, thank you, Rosa.” Kensi took the package, which was about dinner plate sized and based on the way her hands dipped, heavier than anticipated. She started peeling at the tape holding the paper together. Whatever it was, Deeks knew it would be creative; he’d learned very quickly that Rosa gifted from the heart and usually with her artistic side in mind.

“I know it’s not for a couple more days, but I wanted to give it to you early. I hope you like it.”

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous,” Kensi gasped as she let the wrapping paper fall away. She ran her fingers over the smooth mahogany stained wood. Across the front surface two raccoons with their noses pressed together were engraved in the very middle, set against a backdrop of trees.

“I know it might be kind of silly—”

“No, it’s perfect,” Deeks interrupted, glancing up from the gift. He held out an arm, pulling her into his side. Kensi wrapped her free arm around Rosa too. “Thanks you so much.”

“It’s really beautiful.”

“Actually, it’s not your only gift. Did you have any specific plans for your anniversary?”

“Uh, dinner here, and then falling asleep to Titanic?” Deeks suggested. He did have a gift for Kensi, but the last few months had taught them that planning for outings were best left flexible and without too much expectation.

“Why, did you have something else in mind?” Kensi asked.

Rosa folded her hands together, looking unusually timid. “Uncle Callen and Sam and I might have orchestrated a little surprise. We made reservations for you at your favorite sushi restaurant and then booked an Air BnB nearby for two days.”

“Rosa…” Kensi shook her head, and Rosa hurried to explain,

“You don’t have to stay overnight if you don’t want to be away from Caleb and Sophia that long, but I thought it would be nice for you to get away for a little bit.”

Deeks pressed his lips together, feeling the prick of tears building behind his eyes, overwhelmed by Rosa’s love for them.

“Rosa, that is so incredibly generous of you,” Kensi said, hugging her again.

“You deserve a break,” Rosa said simply, as if it wasn’t a big deal. Her excitement growing, she dove back into her backpack, and came back with a large envelope. “This has all the plans and reservations. If you do decide to go, Sam and I will take turns watching Sophia and Caleb.”

“That’s asking an awful lot of you.”

“You didn’t ask me to do anything,” she pointed out. “I’m offering, and I want to.”

“Man, we sure are lucky. Thank you,” Deeks murmured, pressing a kiss to Rosa’s forehead.

“Like you said, any time.”

***

“That was phenomenal,” Kensi sighed, dropping onto the bed in the master bedroom of their Air BnB with a graceless flop. She’d forgotten what it was like to enjoy a meal without any interruptions, to hold a conversation that didn’t involve at least one break for a diaper change or feeding. Of course she missed Caleb and Sophia, but she couldn’t deny the reprieve was nice. “But I might die.”

She looked up at Deeks, who had come in more slowly with their few bags. He grinned, tugging the first couple buttons of his shirt open. For once, he’d dressed up, choosing a deep blue shirt that matched her dress. He looked amazing, but she knew he was probably dying to get into something more casual.

“I’m saying nothing,” he said, though his smug grin pretty much said it for him.

“I know, I know. I shouldn’t have had that last spicy California. It was just too good.” Sighing, she rolled onto her side, patting the spot next to her, and held out her hand invitingly. “Come join me.”

“I should put our stuff away while I’m up.” He didn’t sound too certain about it though.

“You don’t always have to be so responsible,” Kensi teased. “C’mon, it’ll wait for a few minutes.”

Giving in, Deeks dropped the shirt he’d just pulled out of his suitcase, and slid onto the mattress next to her. He let out a contented groan as he sank into the thick quilt.

“Just a few minutes,” he repeated. They were both asleep in thirty seconds.

***

Kensi woke up with her nose buried in Deeks’ chest, arms loosely wrapped around her back. Untangling her arms, she stretched them above her head, her spine cracking as she arched her back. She felt better rested than she had in months.

“So much for just a few minutes,” Deeks muttered, eyes still closed.

“I think that was the best nap I’ve ever had,” Kensi said. She studied Deeks’ features, brushing back the pieces of hair that had grown more unruly in sleep. He leaned into her touch, one corner of his mouth lifting when she trailed her fingers down his cheeks and neck.

Scooting closer, Kensi pressed her lips to the warm tan skin left exposed by his open shirt. His hand tightened on her back, pulling her that much closer.

“Mm. I’m suddenly wide awake,” he drawled. Kensi pulled back enough to see his eyes were now open and slightly hazed with desire rather than sleep. He cupped the back of her neck, gently guiding her mouth to his.

They’d barely had any times to themselves, let alone the energy to consider sex since the twins were born, but suddenly the desire came back in full force.

Kensi dropped her hands to the front of his shirt, fingers scrabbling over the buttons and to tug the material free from his pants.

“Woah, and here I thought I got lucky with the nap.” Deeks gasped in between kisses.

“Oh, you’re about to get a whole lot more lucky,” Kensi promised, not caring how cheesy it sounded. She rolled Deeks onto his back, crawling up the length of his body, and then settling across his thighs. Hovering over him, she stared down at his flushed face, loving everything about him. “Happy Anniversary, baby.”

Deeks pulled her back to him, and they spent the next few hours making a very enjoyable anniversary.

[lux-scriptum]

Elliot Vampire Au part 4

ok everyone: scavenger hunt for the itty bitty reference to elliot's og universe

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In the end, Elliot did in fact take a nap. More than a nap. He showered, of course. Just to get the ick of the five in one shampoo off his poor curls. Took the time to do the basics of his skin care routine. At some point Hector ended up curled up against his back in his cat form, purring like a storm. The sun was setting by the time Owen nudged them awake. Hector stretched, using Elliot’s hip to do so, and then bounced off the bed. His tail hooked upwards as he meandered away.

“Sleep well?” Owen asked.

Elliot rubbed his face. “Yeah. Time to go?”

“Well, Hector decided to sleep instead of pack, so you have some time.” Owen settled on the bed beside him. He folded his hands on his stomach as Elliot rolled onto his side to face him. “I know you’ve met Sorin, but we really need to talk to Cyrus. As much Hector is a nerd, Cyrus is a walking encyclopedia. I’d rather you talk to him than finding a random vampire to answer your questions.”

“I didn’t go on the vamp forums,” Elliot protested.

“Yet.” Owen flicked his nose. He eyed Elliot’s outfit. “Are you going to want to change?”

“Are you implying I’m not pretty right now?”

Owen laughed. “Imp,” he said between chuckles. “No, I just know you like your outfits. We might have time to head over to your place if what you’ve left here isn’t up to par. Long as you promise not to take three hours picking.”

Elliot scrunched his face. “It wouldn’t take me three hours.” He sat up, fussing with his curls for a moment. “I don’t want to waste your time. I’ve got plenty of clothes here.”

Owen settled more comfortably against the headboard as Elliot slid off the bed. “You do,” he agreed, sounding amused. “So what are we wearing today?”

He’d known Owen long enough to know when he was being teased. He poked his head out of the closet. “Don’t be mean,” he complained. He popped back in, rifling through the options. He liked the swish of his skirt. That could stay. A little simple, but he didn’t want to dress up today. So he picked out a sapphire cropped shirt and a pair of flats and called it a day. A night? He mused.

He flounced into the bathroom and pulled out his makeup.

“Hey, before you get too into dolling up, are you hungry?”

Elliot paused. His own reflection stared back at him, and even that was enough he looked down. “Nah,” he tried for lightness. “I’m sure what I had this morning was enough. Thank you though.”

The bed creaked. He had enough time to close his eyes and take a deep breath, but Owen was there in the doorway when he looked over. “Hey. It’s okay. You can’t hurt me any more than I allow.” Owen offered a grin. “So if you’re hungry, I’m offering.”

“I’m fine,” Elliot promised. He went back to his makeup on autopilot. “Really. I’ll let you know if I’m hungry. I just want to figure this out and then go home.”

“Alright,” Owen conceded. He paused, clearly debating something. “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m fine,” Elliot repeated automatically. He grimaced at Owen when the only response he got was a raised brow. “I am! I can’t say this isn’t the weirdest thing that’s happened to me, but I’m okay. I might have killed someone earlier, but- that wasn’t my fault. And- I won’t let myself lose control like that again.”

“Hm.” Despite that unconvinced sound, Owen just turned to leave. Judging from the sounds that came from the living room, he was now mother-henning Hector instead. Good. Better the cat-witch than Elliot.

With Owen gone, Elliot was free to consider his options. He absently washed his hands again, taking care to clean under his nails. After some careful consideration, he put on lotion to make up for the excessive amount of hand soap he’d had to use in the last twenty-four hours. The rings he’d worn earlier were a loss for now; he didn’t have the time to scrub them to his satisfaction. Instead he decided to go back to Owen’s closet. Surely he’d left some jewelry in there.

He lucked out. There was a simple moonstone pendant on a thin silver chain he could wear. A few bracelets he fished out of a jacket pocket later and he deemed the outfit good enough. By then Owen had managed to herd Hector to the door. Hector’s duffel was slung over Owen’s shoulder.

“You coming?” Owen asked. Elliot quick-stepped across the living room, nodding hard enough his curls bounced. Owen held out Elliot’s phone. “Don’t forget this.”

Hector shifted his weight restlessly, his brown face pinched in distaste. He led the way down the stairs without explaining what was wrong. It was only at Owen’s well loved teal sedan that he said, formally, “You can sit up front if you want.”

Elliot blinked. “Oh. Um. That’s alright, Hector.”

“Thank the stars,” Hector said in a rush. He slid his lanky body in the front seat and immediately tucked one knee to his chest. Owen shot Elliot an amused glance, but just opened the backseat for him.

The ride was quiet, other than the country station (Elliot was outvoted and too indebted to bother whining like usual) and Hector’s occasional vampire facts. Or, well. His curse facts, as he was more interested in the curse aspect than the vampirisim itself. Apparently, the curse had evolved as time went on, as all curses do. Obviously.

By the time they’d gotten to Hector’s dads’ house, Elliot knew far more about the differences between spells, curses, jinxes, and hexes than he thought would ever really be useful to him. It didn’t take much (if any) encouragement to keep Hector spouting his facts. Thankfully, they did drown out the country music, and Elliot had always enjoyed listening to people talk about their passions.

“Cyrus explains it much better than I can,” Hector said, sounding self conscious for the first time. He’d rolled his window down but made no other move.

Elliot got out of the car, but leaned on the car door. The other option was facing the cottage behind him (Really? A witch and a cat shifter living in a cottage in the woods?) “I think I have a good basic understanding,” he reassured. “You explained it very well.” He tilted his head, absently tonguing his fangs again. “You gonna get out?”

“Let him have a minute.” Owen circled the car, Hector’s duffel on one shoulder. He nudged Elliot off the door and shut it for him. “Cyrus is inside.”

Even as they made their way up to the porch, a mostly white cat that Elliot recognized as Hector’s father Sorin trotted past. Sorin’s fluffy ginger tail rippled like a ribbon as the cat hopped in the open car window. Owen snorted, but the sound was more amused than anything else. He steered Elliot forward with a featherlight touch to the small of his back towards the little cottage, and the answers Elliot desperately needed.

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[alaydabug2]

@sparklenarniawizard

Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter Twenty-four

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Eighth Grade:

Sophie licked the ice cream that was melting down her hand. Sophie, her parents, and Keefe were at the board walk. Her parents had brought them as a treat for the both of them getting all As for the first nine weeks.

Her parents were on the bench while her and Keefe sat at the edge of the dock. Their legs were dangling off the side.

"I kinda want to shove you into the water," Keefe mused.

"Do it," Sophie started. "And you're getting dragged in with me."

He smirked at her. "That might just be worth it."

She raised her eyebrows at him. "Don't make me shove you in first, buddy. You know I'd do it."

"Hey," he pouted. "At least let me finish my ice cream cone!"

"Alright then. Don't push me in."

He laughed and went back to starting out at the water. He wrapped an arm around her. Sophie's cheeks heated. She leaned her head on his shoulder to hide her red face.

Keefe started humming along to the guitarist at the corner. He took a big breath before taking his arm back so he could face her.

"Hey, Sophie," he murmured. "Um... I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure." She pulled her legs into crisscrosses. "What is it?"

"I don't really know how to say it."

"That's ok. Take your time."

He went back to stare at the water. The sun was beginning to set. It was beautiful. The vibrant colors shimmered and reflected off the water.

After several minutes, he turned back to her again. "Sophie, I..."

He trailed off when he met her eyes. Sophie tilted her head in confusion.

"Ne-nevermind," Keefe stuttered. "It's not that important.

"Oh..." Sophie said softly. "Alright then."

She grabbed his hand. The silence between them went from comforting to tense. She wished he would tell her. But she didn’t want to push him.

"Time to go, Kiddos," Grady called from the bench.

Sophie and Keefe followed him. She was still holding his hand, but his grip seemed more tentative than usual.

As they were entering the parking lot, Keefe pointed to the restroom sign. "Going to the bathroom. Be right back."

Sophie let go of his hand. Edaline slowed her pace, letting Grady take the lead to the car.

Edaline gave a goofy grin. "So... what happened between you to earlier?"

Sophie tilted her head. "Nothing happened."

"You're sure?"

She nodded. "He said he needed to tell me something, then changed his mind."

Edaline let out a sigh. "Alright then." She picked her pace back up again.

She waited for Keefe. When he got back, he seemed distracted.

"You alright?" She asked him.

He seemed to snap back into reality for a moment to respond. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just got stuff on my mind."

"Is it about earlier?"

His eyes shifted, which made it hard to believe him when he shook his head. She dropped it.

They followed Sophie's parents into the car and drove away.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 16 - Distraction

Developments develop. John lives to regret his eldest brother befriending his AI daughter. But can bagels ever be bad?

TW for sickness. This remains the only part of this entire story that could be viewed as a self-insert as I drafted it in my head when I too was curled up on the bathroom floor… Estera is much braver than I was though.

Apologies if these are coming somewhat thick and fast… figured I’d get as much as I can posted while the muse cooperates and before something shiny breaks the current hyper-fixation I have on this story 😏

(Previous… Prologue - Stars are Only Visible in Darkness, Estera - 1 - Colour, 2 - Dinosaur, 3 - Shoes, 4 - Thunderbird, 5 - Lesson, 6 - Safe, 7 - Gull, 8 - Deliver, 9 - Coffee, 10 - Flight, 11 - Run, 12 - Fall, 13 - Trying, 14 - Hide, 15 - Wait)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

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Slumped in the corner of the bathroom, cold sweat prickling from every pore she pressed her face against the coolness of the tiles and willed away the nausea.

She did NOT. Have. Time. For. This.

It was obviously an occupational hazard of spending every working day with small children, but she often seemed to dodge the viruses that took down her colleagues and had always been secretly pleased by the fact she was able to invincibly swoop in and cover for them when required. Pride before a fall.

It was particularly embarrassing as she’d been back at work a mere 3 days after so much time off. Just tomorrow and Friday left before the holidays… she COULDN’T call in sick it was just too ridiculous. Somehow she had to power through.

This particular bug seemed determined not to be ignored, however. Another wave of sickness hit and left her curled in a tight ball, sobbing into her best quality bath towel.

Too much self pity, Estera, need to think of something else…

Her feverish mind supplied only Baby Shark on loop.

Which didn’t really help.

Groaning in frustration she reached for her mobile phone, maybe she could find distraction of some kind online. Not that anyone she knew was likely to be awake at this time.

Oh, there was just one, according to the little green dot next to the word Blue.

As always her brain warred with itself - the anticipation of the warm, safe feeling their silly little exchanges always brought versus the sharp bite of guilt that demanded to know why she had any kind of right to his time or attention after what she had done. After the pain she’d caused him.

The nausea rolled by again, threatening to drag her into despair. She gritted her teeth. Desperate times… maybe he wouldn’t mind sharing another daft joke or something…

Hi, you’re up late?

Hey there 😀 no it’s mid-afternoon here ☀️

Oh! Sorry, I actually have no idea where you live and shouldn’t have assumed.

Not a problem, we tend to keep it quiet for security so I wouldn’t have mentioned where we are.

You ARE up late though? Everything alright?

Well she should have seen that coming. Fever made her honest. Or at least had eliminated her ability to formulate a plausible lie.

“Just a bit of a sickness bug, caught it from the kids.”

Ugh, that’s the worst. You want company? I can be there in half an hour?

She blinked. He was joking, surely?

Ha, err no I’m good thanks. That’s pretty fast though!

Told you One was the best Thunderbird 😉

She laughed out loud at the reference to the passionate debate in the cave. Which triggered another bout of unpleasantness. She lay on the floor for a while waiting for her head to stop pounding.

A soft ping made her open her eyes again.

You ok?

Sorry, yes. Just… well, you know.

Don’t apologise. Just wish I could help.

I could do with some distraction.

Want to hear about how our pool got filled with jello?

You have a pool? 😲

And yes please

WELL

It started (as it often does) with Gordon (2nd youngest) winding up Alan (youngest)

I never figured out precisely what it was about but that rarely matters…

She focussed on allowing herself to relax and to be carried away by the tale. He was an engaging story teller although she was sure much of it must be exaggerated - surely no real people would take a prank war to such extremes.

He asked about Italy so she found herself telling him about her family, her nieces’ exploits and how she’d got herself completely lost on the day trip to Venice.

She even admitted the trip took place when it did because she had been signed off work - fever really did make her too honest.

She didn’t say why. He didn’t ask. But the ball of tension that had resided in her throat for weeks eased, just a little.

She talked about Bez. He told her about his family, their different skills and interests and how proud of them all he was. He shared more dad jokes. She informed him they were terrible.

An hour or so later, having been chivvied to finally send the email to the school office, she crawled back into bed and a thankfully dreamless sleep took her.

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She woke with a start to the sound of the doorbell and Bez skittering about excitedly in the hallway. 10am - was it someone from school checking she was really ill? Staggering on jelly legs to the door she cautiously cracked it open.

“Delivery for Miss Herz… Herma…zew…” the courier frowned and held out a large brown paper bag.

“That would be me. Err thanks.”

Leaning heavily on the closed door she gently pushed Bez’s enthusiastic head out of the bag. In fairness to him it was emitting quite a pleasant aroma. Which turned out to be chicken soup and plain toasted bagels from a deli in town. she recognised the name of the place but it was far too fancy for her to have ever darkened the door. A bottle of isotonic drink and a range of herbal teabags were also included along with a printed note reading only “Get well soon, S x”

Well that was… unexpected. And kind.

Bez was beginning to lose his mind so she poured half the soup into his bowl and curled up on the sofa. She nibbled at a piece of fancy bagel… it really was excellent and probably wasted on her somewhat battered palate. She picked up her phone to send a thank you message, trying to calculate what the time difference must be when suddenly she froze and the bagel fell from her hand to immediately be wolfed down by her delighted dog.

How had he known her address?

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“John?”

“Yes EOS?”

“What kind of bagel flies?”

John ducked, concerned that the AI might be regressing back to old tricks. His immediate vicinity remained airborne-bread-product free, however.

“I’m sorry?”

“A plain bagel.”

“What?”

“It is a pun. I have deliberately exploited the fact that there are two meanings of the word plane for comedic effect. It is funny.”

Silence reigned.

“John?”

He lifted his head from his hands and sighed. “Yes EOS?”

“Why aren’t you laughing?”

“I was distracted by plotting my eldest brother’s demise.”

“He mentioned that you might initially react with threats of violence to his person and advised that persistence is generally the key to good comedy. What do ghosts put on their bagels?”

John flinched unwillingly and tried to cover it by playing along.

“I don’t know EOS, what do ghosts put on their bagels?”

“Scream cheese. This one is another play on words because although it isn’t precisely the same phoneme the sound is very similar.”

“I get it EOS.”

“You still aren’t laughing, John. Should I continue with the persistence strategy? Or perhaps I should carry out further research?”

“The latter I think.”

There was a pause.

“John, whilst we are discussing bagels, I believe you would enjoy a trip to the South West of England.”

John looked up from the weather front he was monitoring and frowned as he tried to predict the punchline to this one.

“Why is that EOS?”

“This deli claims to produce the most delicious bagels in Europe.”

“Good to know. What brought that to your attention?”

“Scott asked me to research the best place to order from in that locality.”

John noted the dropping of the surname from her habitual reference to his family members. Thus far, only he had been on first name only terms with his AI. It seemed his big brother had been upgraded too.

“He did, did he?” John paused, wondering whether further enquiry was overstepping a boundary. Maybe it was a little, but Scott had been acting weirdly and as a caring brother John should keep an eye on him.

“Did he say why?”

“We sent a ‘care package’ to a friend.” EOS enunciated the new phrase carefully.

John’s eyebrows defied his attempt to maintain a poker face. Turning away from EOS’s camera track he opened a private line to Virgil.

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Hey how are you doing? Hope you managed to get some sleep?

She typed and deleted three variants of a reply, then buried the phone under a cushion and curled up on the couch with her head on Bez’s flank. The dog huffed in his sleep.

She had eaten the rest of the food. She wasn’t insane - it was delicious and probably eye-wateringly expensive - and she didn’t have the energy to prepare herself anything else. It really was a thoughtful gesture and she had to say thank you. Should have done already.

But the initial glow of warmth at the thought she had a friend out there somewhere who cared had been swamped by the creepy feeling. She wasn’t listed in the directory. Never had been. There had never seemed any point as who would look her up and it would only result in sales calls or junk mail. And advertising her surname might invite the attention of the unpleasant minority with a particular political statement to make.

The “It’s over now, why are you still here?” type of statement. Best avoided.

So how had he got it?

She thought again of his immediate offer of company, which had seemed sweet if rather silly at the time.

What if there was an ulterior motive?

She shivered and had to focus to push back certain memories that still lurked too close to the edge of her consciousness.

Don’t be ridiculous. The man had the entire world at his feet. And she was literally being sick at the time. Hardly attractive to someone thinking in that way. She thought back to the time they had had coffee… no… he didn’t seem like that kind of a person. He’d seemed… surprisingly genuine. The occasional text exchanges they’d had since then had backed up that initial impression. And last night in all that time messaging her, keeping her company, there were no red flags at all, she’d even felt maybe he was someone she could trust… could actually talk to.

Aaaaaah which meant he was just being nice and she hadn’t responded! Being wary, even cynical was one thing, but she couldn’t bear to be rude. She grabbed the phone but found herself hesitating again. Maybe she could just ask about the address and if he was weird about it let him down gently and delete his number and hide. Yes, hide from the guy who could buy her entire town if the fancy took him. Right. That would definitely work.

"Damnit Scott Tracy, you’d better not be a weirdo stalker."

Bez looked up sleepily.

“Sorry, Bez, didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Right. Ok. Thank you message.

She added a smiley face to make it seem less flat and reread it again.

And then again. It would have to do.

She pressed send.

Hi, I seem to be ok now just really drained. Thank you for the soup, it was just what I needed. 🙂

Glad to hear it. Make sure you keep hydrated and get plenty of rest

I get the impression you say that kind of thing a lot?

Ha. Yeah I’ve 4 little brothers. We’ve seen our fair share of stomach flu.

Seriously though, the hydration thing…

She eyed her empty glass. He had a point actually.

I am literally getting up to refill my drink now

Good 🥃

That was the wrong emoji, I do not recommend whisky at this time!

Estera leant heavily on the side of the sink, sipping water and trying to calculate whether she could take more tablets for the throbbing headache yet. No, not quite. She eyed the phone on the table. Ah, it was no good, she had to ask or she’d be driven to madness by overthinking.

Can I ask you something?

Of course!

Fire away

How do you know my address?

The little ticks turned green and she waited for the completely normal and un-terrifying response that was obviously coming.

Except it didn’t. After ten minutes, she stopped watching the unchanging screen and hid the phone in a drawer. Being unable to see it didn’t help in the slightest. Checking it again showed no change. She slammed the drawer closed.

She crawled into the shower and sat motionless under the flow of water, trying to work out how on earth she could afford to quit her job, move home and change her name.

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Chapter 17…

[jungle-angel]

Little Benny: Part 2

Summary: The best moments in life are always ones that are unexpected

Tagging: @nobody7102​

Miles still couldn’t believe that the two of you had made Benny and how perfect he had turned out. Every time Miles looked down at his little face, he saw a piece of you and him in it. 

Benny’s tiny little fingers curled around the tip of Miles’s pointer finger as he tickled the palm of Benny’s tiny hand. He swore for a minute that a tiny smile was forming on his small lips as Benny slept away in the little cot at the foot of the bed. 

“You ok baby?” Miles asked as you tossed aside the covers.

“I’m alright,” you assured him. “I just need to get up and stretch for a minute or two......maybe catch a bath.” 

Miles smiled a little before helping you up. You were well enough to shuffle off to the bathroom where you began to run the hot water, leaving Miles with Benny. Outside the sun was shining, peering in through the windows while somewhere in the distance echoed the early morning chirping of the birds. A breeze blew up from the lake and with it the smell of the water....a perfect summer day. 

Miles carefully lifted Benny out of the cot and into his arms, cradling him so that his little head was supported by his elbow. He was still so tiny, but Miles was assured time and again by his mother that Benny would grow. 

A knock on the doorframe signaled the arrival of Otis, a broad grin on his face at the sight of his son and grandson. “How’s he doing?” he asked. 

“Still asleep,” Miles answered. “You wanna hold him?” 

“You don’t mind?” 

Miles shook his head and carefully passed Benny into the arms of his father. “God I can’t believe I’m a grandpa already,” Otis mused. “Seems like yesterday I was holding you.”

Miles chuckled a little. “You remember it?” 

“Hell yeah I do,” Otis half laughed, running a free hand through his greying dark-blonde hair. “One minute I’m stitching up Marines on Okinawa and the next thing I know, I come home to a snowstorm and I’m delivering my son in the upstairs bedroom of the house we owned.” 

Miles smiled and shook his head. “And now, twenty six years later.....” 

Otis laughed as he adjusted Benny. A little coo escaped Benny’s mouth as he stretched a bit. “Here,” Otis said. “I’ll give him back to you. Your mother and I need to go into town for a little while. You remember what your Ma told you?” 

Miles nodded before he began to strip off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark washed jeans before he took Benny back into his arms. “You gonna be long?” he asked. 

“Nah,” Otis answered. “We’ll be back in an hour or two.” 

Miles bid his father farewell until then, slipping back into bed and propping himself against the headboard before laying Benny’s little head on his chest. His quiet little coos were heard every so often along with Miles humming him back to sleep. Benny’s eyes drifted shut as the sound of Miles’s heartbeat and his breathing, his fingers gently brushing against the smooth, soft little tufts of hair on Benny’s head. 

Miles looked up as he saw you enter the room again, fresh from the bath as you stretched just a little bit. “There’s my two favorite boys,” you purred. 

You could feel Miles smiling as he kissed you on the lips. “Feel better?” he asked you. 

“Loads,” you answered. “I think I really needed it.” 

Miles hummed as his free hand brushed your cheek. “And at least I got to spend a little time with Benny,” he added. 

“Which reminds me,” you laughed, kissing the back of his fingers. “I’m gonna need to feed him in a minute.”

“Oh baby, please?” Miles pleaded. “Does it have to be now?” 

“Miles my tits are so sore, I feel like Muhammad Ali just sucker punched me in the chest,” you chuckled. 

Miles stuck his bottom lip out, pretending to make a pouty face. “Ok fine,” he said. 

He sat himself up, adjusting Benny in his arms when he felt his son’s little head turning in and something else brushing against his nipple. “Oh no, no, no, no,” Miles chuckled. “I don’t have anything you want Benny......but Momma does.” 

You laughed and made a face at Miles, at first a little shocked but laughing nonetheless. “Jeez, thanks Miles,” you laughed. “I guess I’m a cow now.” 

“Oh baby I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry,” Miles apologized, blushing a little.

“No, no Miles it’s ok,” you half laughed when you saw his cheeks going red. “I kind of am.....well, at least to Benny.” 

Miles cracked a smile as he carefully handed Benny off to you, covering you a little with the crochet blanket that had been at the foot of the bed. You felt Miles’s head resting on your shoulder as Benny rooted and fed. “I love you baby,” Miles whispered. 

“I love you too Miles,” you answered, kissing the crown of his head. “My two favorite boys.”

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Geto's Best Friend: Sundress No Panties (Part 7)

Jujutsu Kaisen Smut Geto Suguru x Reader x Gojo Satoru

This fic is my entry for #sundressnopanties collab hosted by @25306

CW: Plot, Car Sex, Breeding kink, Beach Sex, semi public sex (pretty vacant beach and secluded), Pet names, Fingering, double penetration, degration, slapping, themes of bdsm.

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Looking at the calendar you stared at the weekend circled with red sharpie with no explanation other than bold wording “call off work for the weekend ;)” the handwriting was Geto’s but the winky face was definitely Gojo’s work. You knew it wasn’t your anniversary with either of them and it wasn’t anyone's birthday so what was the occasion? You thought to yourself. Putting a finger up to your chin and tilting your head as if that would help you figure out what the deal was.

“Are you packed yet?” Gojo’s unexpected voice startled you slightly as you turned around. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you princess” he said before planting a kiss onto your forehead. Staring down at you he smiled. “Packed for what?” You quizzed, wrapping your arms around his waist knowing this had to get him to spill information. “Mmm top secret, no can do. If I told, Geto would be pissed. You can’t imagine how much work he put into this it’s truly bea-“ Gojo spoke before being interrupted by an ‘ahem’ from Geto who now was standing in the kitchen as well.

“I doubt your packed Gojo, why don’t you go do that too. Y/n just pack a weekends worth of clothing. Anything you want” Geto said, leaning against the doorway. Gojo walking past him and sticking his tongue out. Shrugging your shoulders you walked to the bedroom and stared at the walk in closet that you now shared with Geto and Gojo. All the spaces in your apartment was shared spaces with the exception of one separate bedroom that was supposed to be just Gojo’s but you always found him in your and Geto’s bed anyways.

Looking at all your clothes you decided to pick out a sundress, comfortable shirts, shorts, and sleeping clothes as well as undergarments. Lastly you stared at the rows of bathing suits, you couldn't even remember buying half of these which was probably the result of Gojo and Geto buying ones they thought you’d look hot in. Closing your eyes you skimmed your fingers along them and just picked a random one out, throwing it into the bag and zipping it up. Next you went to the bathroom and collected all your hair products, makeup, and skin care items placing it all into one bag that you set next to your clothes.

Walking out of the room and into the living room you noticed Geto had two bags as well next to the front door so you placed yours there. Plopping onto the couch and turning the TV on to your favorite show. Gojo seemed to take his sweet time packing as Geto sat beside you and rested his head on your shoulder. “This is why I told him to pack last night” he mused. “Mhm. So where to? Are you kidnapping me and taking me somewhere to get rid of me?” You said giggling at the last sentence.

Geto picking his head up from your shoulder “maybe to get rid of Gojo but never you. So I can have you all to myself.” He chuckled. “But no telling, it’s supposed to be a surprise” he said, stroking at your hair.

“A surprise for what? It’s not our anniversaries or birthdays” you quizzed, turning your face to look at him. “It’s just a secret ok, let me treat you, alright? You’ve been working so hard you deserve a getaway-“ Geto said.

Gojo walking into the room and dropping his bags to make a loud thud on the tile. “Yeah and what is a better way than spending it with your two lovely partners” he said with a grin on his face. “One annoying, one-” Geto mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you two to hear him. Laughter filling the room, Geto and Gojo often teased each other like this just like they had prior to them both being in a relationship with you. Finally standing up Geto outstretched his hand to you to help you up from the couch.

Taking it, he brought you to your feet. Gojo grabbed one of your bags with his and Geto grabbed the other as well as his own. Walking to the car they placed the bags into the trunk as you took your place in the passenger's seat. Gojo sat in the middle seat in the back as Geto got into the drivers seat, pulling his hair into a ponytail and tucking the flyaways behind his ears. His beauty never failed to amaze you, anyone you looked at him it was like falling back in love over and over again. Shaking your head quickly to keep yourself from staring too long, he chuckled softly to himself as he knew you were staring the whole time.

After some time driving Geto placed one of his hands on your thigh squeezing it softly as he drove. “Y/n why don’t you come sit back here with me, I’ll show you a good time” Gojo said, laughing softly to himself as Geto glared at him in the rear view mirror. “Someone’s jealous, hmm?” You said, looking back at him with a grin growing on both of your faces. Geto’s hand trailing up your thigh, his fingers reaching your damped panties. “Already turned on? We’re almost at the airport. Better make it quick Geto said, the bulge growing in his pants as he slipped his fingers between your wet slit.

Removing his fingers from you and bringing them to his lips, you watched as he lolied out his tongue taking his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. “Delicious” he groaned. “Go on, get back there babe, we wouldn’t want you to be all worked up before the plane ride” Geto said, biting his lip. You quickly joined Gojo in the back seat, Geto slapping your ass when you crawled across the center console.

“Daddy will take care of that” Gojo said, undoing his belt and sliding down pants just enough to allow himself to be free. His cock hitting his stomach as you positioned yourself onto his lap. Cupping your cheeks with his big hands he pulled you into a passionate kiss before trailing down your cheek to your neck. Biting a spot before suckling it softly. A moan leaving your lips when his fingers circled along your clothed clit “Gotta make this quick baby” Gojo groaned into your ear as his lifted you up by your hips, hovering your dripping cunt above his hardened cock, tip red and already leaking.

Pulling your underwear to the side he entered your body with a quick thrust. A loud moan erupted from your throat as he helped bounce your hips up and down along his length. The quick and sudden bumps from the road helped, adding another sensation when your clit rubbed against Gojo’s pubic bone. Geto couldn’t help but sneak looks once and awhile, wishing it was him back there with you instead. Gojo took a fist full of your hair and pulled it back to allow Geto to get a look at how much pleasure you were in. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Gojo kept his quick and hard thrusts, your wall clenching against him as he pounded away at your g spot while his fingers focused on stimulating your clit.

Your moans sounding like music to both of the men's ears. If Geto wasn’t driving he sure would’ve loved to join in. Stuffing your mouth full of his cock as drool flowed down the corners of your pretty lips. The thought alone would have made Geto cum if he were to keep his imagination going.

“Ganna cum Princess? Cum on Daddy’s dick y/n” Gojo grunted out. Placing kisses along your chest before taking a nipple into his mouth and biting on it softly. The tinge of pain sent shivers down your spin as you moaned out his name. “Ah, ah. What do you call me” He said, stopping his thrusts and holding you above his tip. “D-daddy. Please put it back in” you managed to get out in between pants, a wide grin growing along his face.

“That’s right” he mused. Pulling you back down onto his lap. Getting back up to pace again your cunt took him so well, his own orgasam nearing as his thrusts up into you started to become sloppy. “Every time you squeeze me like that I just want to finish inside so fast. J-just wanna put a baby in you already.” He grunted out, his eyes staying off the rearview mirror to avoid Geto’s expected angry glare.

“Have to cum” you moaned out, the pressure in your stomach bubbling over as Gojo’s cock began to twitch inside each time your walls clenched him. Milking him dry inside your cunt, you stayed still as you both rode out your own highs from cumming. “You look so beautiful” Gojo cooed, a smile on your face as you placed your head in the crock of his neck. “Shhh you’ll make me blush” you giggled out. “We will be at the airport in 10 minutes, try to clean up the best you can sweetheart. You can change if you need to” Geto said.

“I can lick you clean” Gojo whispered into your ear, your hand covering his mouth as you whispered into his ear “don’t get me riled up again”. You could feel his cock twitch underneath you before you got off his lap and wiped yourself up the best you could with the paper towels Geto kept in the backseat for occasions like this. Gojo sighed as he put himself back into his pants before wrapping his arm around your shoulder pulling you back onto him and nestling his head into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses along it.

You couldn’t help but peek glances at Geto using the review mirror, seeing how it was positioned you knew he must’ve been watching. A grin growing on your face as your cheeks burned hot. You knew he liked to watch but it was always hot to catch him looking. Rubbing your thighs together you shook your head to get away from the lewd thoughts wanting to avoid getting horny again. Sparking up a conversation would definitely help but you failed to come up with something to talk about resulting in asking the same questions you wanted answers to earlier.

Geto and Gojo kept their lips locked. “Ah-ah, no telling. Be patient Princess” Gojo said, as Geto pulled into the airport parking garage. Shrugging your shoulders you got of the car and grabbed your bags, walking between Geto and Gojo into the airport. You let them lead a bit as you had no idea what terminal you would be going to. Your brain traveling elsewhere as you thought to yourself that a mini vacation was much needed so what was there to complain about even without knowing where the vacation was going to be at. If they planned it then it would be perfect no matter the occasion.

But you still couldn’t help but think you may have missed an important date or maybe they mixed up the dates for an anniversary but that was also unlikely. Bumping into Geto and Gojo you looked up and saw the terminal labeled “Fiji”. Before you could even pick your jaw off the floor or say anything, Geto was handing you the boarding pass and taking the bags from your arms to get checked in. His smile was so warm and full of love, he took happiness from the look on your face. “It was worth not telling you huh? ”Gojo asked, a cheeky smile was plastered across his face as well. Taking both the men into your arms you hugged them tightly mumbling “thank you” over and over again till you finally let go. Tears threatening to pour from your eyes from such happiness.

The flight was smooth and felt like it went by quickly but that was mainly because you slept the whole time. Sitting between Gojo and Geto as they silently fought whose shoulder you’d lean into as a pillow to not wake you from your slumber. In the end you were leaned up against Geto and Gojo was leaned up against you. Once the flight was over the flight attendants had to wake the 3 of you.

Stepping out of the terminal you finally got the chance to take a deep breath. The air was so refreshing compared to the stuffy plane. The smell made you feel like there was nothing better than this. How lucky you are to have two loving partners who planned out a weekend for you to get away from life back home. Taking a bus to the resort you couldn’t stop taking in the scenery, already longing not to ever leave.

Once the three of you were shown to the room you all plopped onto the bed. “Wasn’t it weird we didn’t see any kids running around through the halls, I remember whenever I went on vacations all the resorts had children seemingly unattended mind you, running around acting like little shits- of course I was one of them but still” Goj, said puzzled. “That’s because this resort is for adults only” Geto said. Before the conversation could continue you quickly sat up, your face wore an excited look. Geto propped himself up on his arm and put his cheek onto his palm “what is it y/n?” He asked. Gojo rolling over onto his back l, staring up at the ceiling fan. Wearing the facial expression of slight boredom. “Let’s go to the beach” you said, clapping your hands together and running to your bag and grabbing a change of clothes, disappearing into the bathroom. Coming out in a sundress, Geto and Gojo fell silent from their conversation as they caught a glimpse of you.

“Beautiful” “Gorgeous” they said, both men standing up from the bed and making their way towards you. Knowing just the look they had on their faces told you they were eyeing you with desire and if you didn’t get past them now they definitely wouldn’t be letting you out of the room till you got your fill. Quickly making your way between them and to the door you wore a grin on your face, a taunting one. “A game of cat and mouse hmm?” Geto thought to himself, chuckling at Gojo’s sigh as they walked to follow you out of the door and down the hall.

You led the way to the beach that was conveniently right outside of the hotel, it was surprisingly not crowded even with the beautiful setting sun. The waves crashed against the sand creating a peaceful sound, the water danced along your feet. It wasn’t too cold and it wasn’t super warm either which was perfect for just walking along the shore. Inside your own head you weren’t really paying attention to the conversation Geto and Gojo were having but finally turning around, you were caught off guard from the sudden breeze that swiftly pushed up your dress exposing your nude body. Geto’s eyes widened in shock as Gojo rushed to cover you, pulling down the dress “No panties?!” Gojo squealed.

Geto’s face burned a bright red, quickly ushering you and Gojo towards an even more secluded area. “I don’t think anyone saw, are you ok y/n? What’s with the No Panties, I thought you had packed a bathing suit?” Geto asked, his chest heaved to catch his breath. The dark color from before returning back to his eyes, you could tell he was trying to hide it but these were things he couldn’t hide from you. Everything was going according to your plan and it was now or never.

Walking over to Geto you took his face into your palms bringing his lips to yours, passionately kissing him. His mouth allowing your tongue access, his hands palming your ass and slapping it softly before resting his hands on your waist. Your swift finger movement letting Gojo know to come join the two of you. Pressing himself against you his hands traveled to the front of your body. Taking your breasts into his hands, squeezing them softly. His fingertips finding your hardened nipples and playing with them between his fingers causing a breathy whine to come from you.

“Such a naughty thing, did you hope something like this would happen when you wore this dress?” Gojo cooed into your ear. He read your mind like a book, a smirk across your lips as you nodded your head before putting your mouth back onto Geto’s neck - leaving hickeys and teeth marks along him. A low groan coming from him as his cock pushed against your body. “You two drove me crazy, you know that? How badly I wanted to apart of the action. So tell me y/n where do you want me?” Geto asked, his cheeks burning red.

Removing your mouth from his neck Gojo craned yours back allowing him to bite down along your collarbone and lick up, sending shocks down your spine. “Gojo can have my mouth, and you can have my pussy” you lowly spoke.

Gojo checked to see if there was any possible people who could possibly hear or see but as far as he could see there was no one in sight. But the idea of someone else being able to hear the three of you thrilled him. Walking back to you and Geto he pulled your chin over to meet his lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. “Gojo share” Geto grunted. Adding his face beside Gojo’s, your tongues lapping over each other before they kissed down opposite sides of your neck. One hand each on one of your breasts. Fondling them and teasing your nipples.

The heat between your legs was starting to become unbearable as you desired to have just any form of touching. Their hands trailing down your chest, to your tummy, and finally between your legs. Geto and Gojo were moving in sync, both taking a leg into their arms and lifting you, Geto’s hand toying with your clit as Gojo rubbed between your wet folds. “That’s our girl, so wet for us” Gojo said, a devilish grin on his face. Geto biting his lip “Let me get a taste”, his fingers joining Gojo’s as they pumped in and out of your tightening walls. Hooking his fingers touching the right spot made your legs shake in their arms, a hushed moan leaving your lips.

“We’ve got you all worked up, think you can take us now sweetheart?” Geto asked lovely into your ear. The heat from his breath sending pleasurable shivers throughout your body. “Y-yes please Master” you breathily said between panting. “Well how do you want us princess” Gojo said, nipping softly on your ear and his fingers pinching your nipple.

“Gojo can lay down on the sand, and I want Geto to take me from behind” you said excitedly. The men putting you down onto your feet.

Gojo was glad he brought along a towel as he laid it down before laying on top of it. Pulling down his shorts he stroked his cock as he watched Geto lift your dress off your figure. His eyes ogling over your breasts bouncing. Geto landing an open handed slap across your ass, his hand over your mouth to muffle your whines of pleasure. “Can’t be too loud sweetheart, now let us take care of you” Geto said.

Resting your elbows on the towel you arched your back preparing for Geto to enter you. Your hand wrapping around Gojo’s cock, pumping it up and down at a slow pace. Geto getting onto his knees teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, rubbing the head along your lips. Only allowing the tip to quickly go inside and back out, your body instinctively clutching down. Lolling out your tongue you flattened it against Gojo’s base and licked up, his soft moans made your body ache.

Taking Gojo partly into your mouth you moved your head along with your hand to touch the rest that you couldn’t fit. Geto taking it as a perfect opportunity to enter you with a quick hard thrust, a muffled moan vibrating against Gojo’s cock made him place a hand onto your head. “F-fuck. A warning would’ve been nice” Gojo grunted. That move alone would have made him cum in an instant if you were at a quicker pace.

Geto took things slow from there working his way up to a pace that you desired, he could tell you wanted more by the way you pushed your ass back onto him trying to make him quicker. You wanted so badly to order him to go faster but with Gojo’s cock stuffed in your mouth you couldn’t. Drool dripping down the creases of your lips as you looked up at Gojo, your cheeks pink eyes half lidded in purse bliss. Gojo’s moans encouraged you to keep using your tongue along his tip, pre leaking from it.

Geto leaned down against your body as his hips rutted against your ass with hard slaps, his pace increasing. “Just like you wanted sweetheart. Now Gojo I’m ganna show you how to properly pleasure her” Geto said, making eye contact with Gojo. The men exchanging glares before Geto returned to his previous position, his fingers finding their way to your clit as he rubbed circles into the raised bud.

The other hand slapped and groped at your ass, with each thrust your mind reeled at the pleasure of having both men inside of you one way or the other. Your walls tightening down against Geto, his low moans became louder with each time you clenched around him. Your body begging to milk him dry of his seed. You were nearing your orgasm just as Gojo was, your body continuing to send signals to Geto as your thighs shook. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” Geto teased, taking his cock out and leaving you clutching on nothing.

The feeling of emptiness made you whine out and tears began threatening to spill from your eyes out of sexual frustration. “Go on, tell me. You wanna cum y/n?” Geto asked again this time slipping only the tip of his cock inside. Taking Gojo out of your mouth you panted out “p-please”. Gojo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when you took him back into your mouth, your hand pumping him at the same pace Geto began to fuck you with. The knot in your stomach returning as his cock kisses along your g-spot continuously, his fingers still stimulating your clit.

“Ganna fill you up till it drips out of you sweetheart. Do it till it takes. Just keep squeezing me like that s-shit” the knot in your stomach snapped as your walls pulsated on Geto’s cock. His white warm ropes filling you up forming a ring around his cock as he continued to fuck it into you to ride out your orgasam. Gojo filling up your mouth next his moans becoming softer and softer before it was just heavy breaths. Picking your chin up with his hand “show me” he said. Opening your mouth to show him your cum covered tongue before swallowing it down.

Geto stayed inside letting his breathing return to normal before pulling out. There wasn’t enough room on the towel so Gojo got up letting you lay there instead. The men slipped your dress over your body letting you rest as they watched the rest of your sunset beside you.

“All fucked out and it was only one round” Gojo said. “Give her an hour and I’m sure she’ll be begging for more, this time we should go back to the room” Geto said. “You guys know I’m not sleeping right? Just resting my eyes. I’m giving you two a break, I could keep at this all night” you cockily said.

“I’d like to see you try” Geto breathily said as he held you onto his chest. Gojo laid beside you on the sand watching the clouds pass as the sun descended more. “Already worth the trip, good idea on the sundress with no panties ” He said, winking at you. Once the sun was gone the three of you got up and began your walk back to the resort. Your hand intertwined with Geto as Gojo’s arm was around your shoulder. It really was going to be a good weekend.

[ilovefandoms102]

Strangers to Lovers-Part 2*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You and Steve reunite after the snap…

Note: Should I continue to 5 years later? Let me know!🥰

Warnings🛑: mentions of blood, injuries, cleaning wounds, nomad!steve, soft!dark!steve, smut(unprotected sex, oral(male and fem receiving), dom/sub aspects, noncon/dubcon, breeding kink, squirting, overstim)

Part 1

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Steve’s heart thumped loudly as he flew the jet as fast as he could to you. He watched his best friend disappear before his very eyes, and he begged whoever was listening that the snap didn’t take you too…

You’d heard about everything on the news, panicking when Steve didn’t answer his phone. Tears flew down your cheeks as you kept pressing the call button on his name, but got no answer. Your heart felt like it was caving in, shattering to pieces.

You excused yourself to go home, furiously wiping your tears as you sped through the backroads. Cursing yourself as you got to your door, you realized you’d forgotten the house keys, meaning you had to drive the whole way back to the motel.

When you turned back, you ran into something resembling a brick wall. Steve caught you before you fell, your breath catching as you stared into his eyes.

“Steve,” you whispered.

“Baby,” he whispered back, crushing you to his chest.

Sobbing against him, you wrapped your arms tightly around his large body. Steve had never felt so relieved in his entire life, the thought of losing you was something he couldn’t fathom. He shed his own tears as he held you, swearing to himself he’d never let you go.

“I-I thought-you weren’t answering your phone and I-” you stammered through your sobs, Steve gently hushing you.

“I was on my way here my love, it’s ok now.” he soothed, rubbing his hand gently down your back.

It took a few moments for you to calm down, your tears surely soaked through Steve’s suit. You tilted your head back, looking up to realize the state he was in.

“Baby! You’re hurt, why-why didn’t you say something!” you gasped, framing his beaten face in your tiny hands.

“I’m alright, nothing to fuss about.” he chuckled, he really just wanted to be wrapped up in you.

“Fuck! I have to get my keys, I left them at the motel.” you cursed, closing your eyes frustratingly.

“Hold tight babydoll,” he smiled softly, feeling around his pockets until he found the extra set you gave him.

Once you two were inside, you ordered him into your bathroom while you grabbed the medical supplies you needed. Steve took this opportunity to finally get out of his stealth suit, hissing at the ache of his muscles. Being the thoughtful man he is, he put his suit by your washer since he planned on staying a while.

“Steven!” you yelled, huffing when you didn’t find him in the bathroom.

“Coming my love, calm down.” he reappeared seconds later, giving you time to drink in his beautiful form.

Yet, your heart was broken to see all the cuts and bruises littering his perfect skin. You reached out once he was near, gently pulling him to stand by you. Taking the peroxide on a small cotton round, you cleaned his cuts trying to be as gentle as possible.

“You’re very cute when you’re concentrating my love.” Steve mused, grinning when you shot him a glare.

“Hold still Captain, you’re making it hard for me to get you all clean.” you scolded him as you swatted his wandering hands from your ass.

“Maybe we should get in the shower, so you can make sure I’m all clean.” he winked, pulling at your shirt.

“Stevie, let me doctor you up first.” you whined childishly.

In all Steve fashion, he didn’t listen��no he promptly plucked the cotton from your hand, and smashed his lips to yours. A surprised squeal left your mouth as you held his bearded cheeks, rubbing along the scruff you were obsessed with. It didn’t take long for Steve to rid you of your clothes before shoving both of you in the shower. The water ice cold at first, causing another squeal to fall from your lips until it finally warmed up.

Steve’s hands couldn’t stop from feeling you up, mapping your body into his mind as if he hadn’t done it hundreds of times before. A satisfied hum left your lips as his kisses moved down your neck, taking the time to leave his mark at your sweet spots.

“Mmmmm honey, enough teasing.” you whined, grabbing his hardened length.

Steve all but choked out your name, growling as you twisted your wrist up and down. You grinned triumphantly as he let out little moans while you kept your movements up. You needed more however, sinking down to your knees in front of him.

“Want my cock baby? Want it down your pretty little throat hmmm?” Steve goaded as he grabbed a good handful of your hair.

“I want it so bad Stevie,” you whimpered, pouting up at him.

He wasted no more time, feeding his cock down your throat until his balls touched your chin. You moved your head back and forth, nuzzling the tuft of hair on his pubis. Steve groaned as your throat constricted, hissing when your hand came up to massage his balls.

Steve pulled back his hips, watching the way your lips stretched around his length before pushing back down. He shivered when he felt your tongue play with his tip, laving its way around all the sensitive areas. Steve was completely mesmerized by how amazing you looked while he fucked your mouth, grinning menacingly when you started gagging, and spit drooling down your chin.

“What a pretty sight.” he panted, moving his hips faster.

Your hands gripped tightly to his large thighs, nails scratching at them as Steve‘s hips started faltering.

“Fuck baby, ‘m gonna cum down your pretty throat.” Steve growled, thrusting a few more times before he let go.

After swallowing every drop, you gave his tip one last kiss before standing. Steve’s chest heaved as he looked at you with glazed eyes, suddenly grabbing the back of your neck and yanking you so you two were chest to chest.

“Never letting you go baby, you remember that.” he murmured, laying a too gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Stevie-” you sighed, but he squeezed you tighter.

“I thought I lost you forever, and I will not spend another day without you. It’ll take some time to get things settled for you here, but you’ll like New York.” he explained all while you shook your head no.

“Steve, baby I can’t just leave everything I’ve worked for!” you exclaimed, something dark twinkling in his eyes.

It brought you back to that night years before, when you’d been so frightened of him.

“You don’t have a choice.” he said, too calm as he gazed into your eyes.

“What do you mean I don’t have a choice?” you asked quietly.

“You’ll see.” he hummed, wrapping his big arms around you.

The comfort you found seconds ago from these same arms diminished, but at the same time, your body reacted before your mind did, curling into his big frame. Steve gently brushed your hair, his fingers wandering lower and lower until he felt around your front.

“St-Steve,” you whispered, a moan catching in your throat as his fingers delved into your folds.

“So wet, all for me.” he cooed, teeth nipping at your jaw as he rubbed at your clit.

“Oh-mhhmmm, Steve-wait-” you whined, but Steve went a step further and lifted you in his arms.

He walked until your back hit the cold tile, smashing his lips to yours as he slid his cock inside your weeping walls. Steve swallowed your screams of protest, not waiting as he drove into you ferociously.

“So perfect, all mine forever.” he grunted, loving the wet squelch of where your bodies connected.

“Steve! Please it’s-it’s too much!” you cried, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved when he went at you like an animal.

You felt ashamed at how much you loved him using you, yet it felt so right. Your body shook as your first orgasm hit, but you knew Steve never stopped after one. Tears leaked at the feeling of your poor pussy being abused, but it felt so good. Steve reached down and rubbed at your clit, making the tingles in your body erupt as you squirted all over him with a scream.

“There we go, that’s my girl.” Steve chuckled darkly, fucking you even faster if that was possible to make you squirt more.

“Steve! Fuck-please, please stop!” you sobbed.

“Not stopping until I fill you with my cum baby, have to make sure to get you full so your belly can grow.” he said as he slightly switched his angle so he was hitting right on your gspot.

You screamed as you came again, your toes curling painfully as you tried to get away from Steve. He kept to his word, forcing more and more orgasms out of you until he finally came inside you. He made sure to stay in for a minute, pushing himself all the way to the hilt. Your mind was so foggy, you couldn’t think straight. Every slight touch was overstimulating, even as Steve kissed you sweetly.

“Can’t wait to watch your belly grow and then we’ll be a family.” he murmured, gently setting you on the ground.

You could barely stand, Steve having to wash you off before carrying you to your bed. He dried you off gently, murmuring soft praises that made your heart swell, but at the same time made you want to scamper away. You were so worn out, you couldn’t protest as Steve slid into bed beside you. He pulled your back to his front, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

Your eyes widened as his cock slipped back into you, quickly trying to scoot away, but Steve pulled you back.

“Keep my cock warm baby, be easier for me to fuck you if I get horny in the middle of the night. Gotta make sure my super swimmers get us that little one.” Steve hummed as he rubbed your belly.

“Stevie, hurts.” you whined.

“Just relax baby, ‘s ok.” he whispered, laying gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders.

You did your best, trying to quiet the thoughts racing in your mind, and somehow, you fell asleep just after Steve told you how much he loved you.

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Bachelor Disaster

Part I/II

Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader, almost bratty slut!Bucky Barnes x soft dom!Thor Odinson

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Bucky gets cockblocked.

Warnings: explicit language, almost explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, public sex), slutty Bucky makes dumb decisions, mentions of pregnancy and labor, 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Alright, I hadn’t originally planned on this being a two parter, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to transition between the two big scenes, so I figured I’d cut the transition out and just give you the good stuff!! Hopefully my muse wakes up a little more and I can give you guys part 2 and a wedding before Tuesday 😘

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“Shut the fuck up, Wilson!” Steve smacked his friend on the shoulder when he booed at him as he dug his phone out of the bin, flipping the rest of the assholes off when they kept hooting good natured insults at him as he wandered away from the table on drunken legs. “I’m not pussy whipped, I’m considerate!”

“Whatever, think you just miss the sound of her voice, lover boy.” Sam grinned and caught the napkin Steve chucked at his head, making kissy noises at the blonde’s back while he wandered away to call you. “Hurry the fuck up, it’s your bachelor party, wanna hit that cigar lounge before it closes!”

Steve didn’t even get a chance to throw a retort back at him before his phone was ringing in his hand, a lopsided grin spreading his lips wide when your face flashed on his screen, finding a secluded and relatively quiet corner to take your call and try to not sound too drunk.

“Baby!” He failed at not sounding drunk, speaking far louder than was necessary but unable to care because he was so happy to hear from you. “I miss you!”

“Oh, Stevie! You sound like you’re having such a good time.” Something in your voice was making him confused, you sounded a little stressed. “Why haven’t any of you been answering your phones?”

“Bucky made a no phones rule for the night, I only picked up because he disappeared somewhere.” He felt himself sobering up as he listened to your voice, something was wrong. “Doll, what is it? Did something happen? Is Sarah ok?”

“Baby, no, don’t worry, everything is fine, sort of.” There was some sort of commotion in the background and your voice was muffled for a second until you came back to him. “Becca’s in labor.”

“What? Oh my god, the twins! Connor’s gonna lose his… shit!” Steve was feeling too many emotions at once, horror finally taking over when he remembered where he was. “Fuuuuuuck, we’re in Toronto.”

“What the fuck are you doing in Toronto?!” Steve could hear someone (he was pretty sure it was Winnie) screech ‘Toronto?’ in the background and he winced. “Steve, you were supposed to stay in the city.”

“Shit, someone mentioned they wanted dim sum and sake and Buck was right there with a recommendation for the best sake place he’d ever been. Yeah, it was Thor.” Steve started rushing back to the group in a frenzy. “Oh my god, they’re going to kill him.”

“There’s a line, you would not believe the looks I started getting when I mentioned Toronto.” At least you sounded amused, chuckling softly while someone with you ranted incoherently. “I think Winnie is calling her son an idiot in several different languages.”

“He is an idiot, a slutty moron.” Steve ignored his friends’ questions as he dug through the phones and chucked Connor’s phone at the man. “Baby, I’ve gotta get these assholes to move, I have to go, I love you so much. Try to talk down the Bucky kill squad, ok? Connor, your wife’s having your babies, get your ass in gear.”

“What?! Goddamn it, I knew we should’ve stayed in New York! Why do I listen to that dumbass?”

“I don’t know, where is the idiot?” Steve looked around as everyone started frantically packing up. “Shit, Thor’s gone too. Where’s the bathroom?”

It didn’t take him long to find it, slamming the door open and sighing indulgently when he walked in to find Bucky on his knees at Thor’s feet with an enraptured look on his face. A look that fell to an annoyed snarl when he spotted Steve out of the corner of his eye while he reached to start undoing Thor’s belt.

“Get the fuck out of here, Rogers, we’re celebrating.” He rubbed his face into Thor’s bulge and groaned at the scent of him, feeling like he was about to melt into the floor when the blonde ran his fingers through his hair and cooed at him.

“Hello Steven.” Thor gave Steve a very pleased grin as Bucky kept mouthing at the outline of his cock through his pants, shushing the brunette when he tried to get Thor to pay attention to him again. “James here was a little insistent, just loves love.”

“Yeah, I’m happy for you, but we have to go.” Steve chuckled when Bucky growled at him and shot him a venomous glare, striding forward to start the task of pulling the two of them apart. “Buck, your sisters having the babies, we have to leave now.”

“What?!” Bucky froze and gazed at Steve with wide eyes, spluttering uselessly while Thor did up his pants in a rush and the two of them dragged the stunned man to his feet. “But she’s not due for another two weeks!”

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate you explaining that to her once we get there.” Steve and Thor dragged the poor man out of the bathroom while he still kept spluttering hopelessly. “Please let me me there when you try to justify this to her and your mother.”

“Oh my god, my mother!” Bucky sucked in a harsh breath and dug in his heels once they got him outside, shaking his head with a horrified look on his face as Steve frowned at him and Thor held open the back door to the car. “Steve, they’re going to kill me! Maybe I should just stay here.”

“No, you’re not going to miss the birth of your nephews just because every woman in your life wants to hurt you a little bit right now.” Steve finally shoved him into the car and they took off, Bucky pouting to himself as the two blondes just grinned at each other. “Your jet gonna be able to meet us at the airport, Odinson?”

“Yes, and I believe Samuel is arranging for a police escort from La Guardia, so with any luck we should be at the hospital within three hours.” Thor grinned when Bucky let out a sullen huff as he leaned on him, winking at Steve when he rolled his eyes before turning to nuzzle into Bucky’s hair. “That’s enough pouting, James, you know I don’t appreciate brats. You’re going to meet your nephews soon, cheer up.”

“No, I’m so happy I’m gonna meet those little dudes and Becca’s gonna be such a good mom.” Bucky relaxed a little when Thor pressed his lips to his temple, giving Steve a small, slightly goofy smile when the giant bit at his ear before it fell into another whine. “I was just so fucking close!”

“Oh my god, do not complain about getting cockblocked by your sister going into labor, they already want your head on a pike.” Steve shook his head and dragged Bucky off Thor once they arrived at the airport.

“We’ll get another chance, love, don’t worry.” Thor cooed at Bucky when he started pouting again as they boarded the plane, grinning at the rest of their friends before pulling the stairs back up and letting the pilot know they were ready to go. “Just worry about apologizing to your mother and sister so they don’t actually kill you.”

[madaboutmunson]

Everlong Chapter 5 - Shadows (Let Me Call You Sweetheart Part 2)

Warnings: talk of drinking, hungover, vampire stuff, biting, blood, arguing, angst, kisses, swearing, a lil bit of spice, food, nausea, vomiting (once not graphic)

Summary: As the bond between reader and Eddie grows closer, he reveals more about what it means to be a vampire. A new dream starts putting pieces of the puzzle together.

Tags: @munchabunch @silverrings-n-prettythings

Special big thanks to @portaltothevoid for helping me with this story, coming up with a classic Eddie line, being a supportive mega muse and providing feedback that makes me laugh so hard!!

Your eyes blink open, outside the sun is just setting. You try to sit up to get a better view, but a leg and an arm are thrown over you, and pull you firmly back towards Eddie, "No," he grumbles sleepily.

You smile looking over at him, his face totally hidden by his beautiful mass of perfectly defined curls, he's still dressed in what he had on earlier, as are you. You'd half expected him to be gone by the time you came round, just like normal, but he'd stayed, snuggled up next to you.

The only problem was, as much as you loved being totally enraptured by this sleeping prince, you were also horrendously ravenous. The cart of food is way too far out of reach. Your stomach growls loudly.

You feel Eddie's head move and his lips press up against your shoulder as he speaks with a little slur, "Could you think quieter? Jesus, babe." Your stomach growls yet again, and you wriggle your way out of his grasp to a chorus of much complaining.

You sit next to the cart and graze a little, a grape, a slice of apple, some juice, a sip of coffee, a bite of a pastry, until you're grabbing fistfuls of whatever you can find and can't fit it in your mouth quickly enough.

"You ok, babe?" Eddie's concerned voice stops you in your tracks, as you let go of a handful of some kind of cake you hadn't even tasted the flavour of, as it plops back onto the trolley.

"Er…yeah…was just…hungry," you say, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and suddenly all the food and drink swirls in your stomach, sending you hurtling to the bathroom to throw up.

You hear Eddie rifling around in your suitcase before he appears in the bathroom doorway, with your set of aviator sunglasses on. "Well at least I don't have to feel like shit on my own," he laughs, and reaches for his head and tries to laugh quieter, "You ok?"

"Yeah, just hungry," you squint back, getting up to wash your face and brush your teeth.

Eddie cuddles up to the side of you, and kisses you on the cheek. Which is amusing because you can see him clear as day out of the corner of your eye, but in the mirror all you can see is where your robe and cheek press in.

He heads back to the room and sits down at the table, clearing up your mess, as gently and silently as he can, for his own sake.

You quickly scurry out to grab some clothes and run back into the bathroom and lock the door to get changed. Whilst alone you take a little time to assess the damage. You take off the bathrobe and note only a tiny droplet of blood has made its way onto it. Well that's a plus, he's not a messy eater. You can barely see the bite marks at all, it doesn't look all that different to a hickey. You hop up onto the sink to take a closer look and that's when you see the two tiny pin prick holes.

Since Eddie's fangs, or any of his teeth for that matter, weren't this small, it must have healed incredibly fast, which makes sense in a way, otherwise people would just bleed out. What if a vampire wanted you to bleed out though? You shake your head to stop your brain going down this rabbit hole.

You throw on the polo neck and jeans and join Eddie at the table.

He's made you a little plate of food up, "Just eat this…but slowly this time, alright?" He puts the sunglasses on top of his head and pretends to be looking at his phone, but you can feel his eyes staring at you.

You put down your cracker, and sit back in your chair, "Do you want to talk about what happened?" You ask him as he hurriedly looks down at his phone.

He shakes his head, "Nah, you're good." He wrinkles his nose and scrolls whatever is on his phone a few times so you go back to your food, but you can see out of the corner of your eye he keeps looking up at you.

You drop your cracker on your plate again, "Eddie, I do not have the power to read minds like you do, so if you have something to say or something you want to ask, please do it."

He shrugs his shoulders, and points at his phone, "I was just reading the spa here has great reviews, we should go right? Could be fun," he speaks much quicker than before, his voice still a little rough.

You reach over and snatch his phone from him, "Yes because you're bound to have found reviews for the spa here by scrolling through…." You glance at his phone screen, "someone painting a miniature orc, Eddie." You turn the phone screen to him.

He looks a little ashamed and gives you the big eyes.

"Out with it! Now!!" You shout at him.

He throws his hands up, "Alright, alright, Jesus Christ, don't wake everyone up." You laugh and gesture to the setting sun outside. Eddie laughs too and the tension in the air dissolves.

"All I wanted to know was, if you were hurt, and then I thought that was a stupid thing to ask because I…well I….I bit you," he gets a little awkward towards the end, and something occurs to you.

"You don't wait around after feeding do you? Wait…am I….Am I your first post bite debrief?" You say with a big smile on your face.

He looks a little down at the table, a little shy, "Maybe…"

"So you just run up to people, bite them and run off?" You ask curiously.

"No it's not like that, you can hypnotise them, or you know, seduce them or whatever, and then you have your fill and leave them be, or you know kill them," he says with a smile, it's like he's explaining a variation of a recipe to you.

He looks at a spot on the table and prods it a few times with his finger, and swallows nervously, "And you should know, that, no one has really offered it to me before, you know without me using my powers. If you see what I mean?" he clears his throat, "And that was kinda…um…hot?...and nice….Also a nice thing not just hot…very nice of you to offer" his voice goes a little higher as he stumbles over his words.

"You're lying…you have to be…in 36 years?" You say frowning at him in disbelief.

"Remind me to never open up to you ever again. Wow," he says, folding his arms while looking unamused.

You let out a small laugh before answering, "It didn’t hurt. Not at the time and not now.…not at all…very much the opposite of hurt…it felt…how did you put it…nice. Maybe you've got anaesthetic in those things," you chuckle.

Eddie raises his eyebrows and a smile spreads across his face, "How nice, exactly?... and be specific," he says tilting his head pushing some food around on a plate.

You puff out your cheeks and then blow all the air out of your mouth, "Like really nice," you say whilst repetitively nodding, whilst looking out of the window.

Eddie chuckles mischievously, "Interesting."

"Anything else you wanna know?" You ask as your food plate becomes a very interesting thing to look at now you feel very embarrassed. You'd heard it said before that if you were too shy to talk about something, you shouldn't be doing it, and this certainly made you feel shy. It felt mind blowing, like nothing else you'd ever felt in your life, but if Eddie hadn't used his vampire luring powers, why was it like that? It didn't make any sense. Unless it felt like that for everyone.

You stop pushing your food around the plate, because you realise Eddie is very quiet. You look up at him and narrow your eyes, "Did you just?" Eddie's smile erupts into a huge grin, and he laughs heartily.

You throw a grape at him, "Eddie!!! You said you wouldn't do that if we were sitting together!!" You whine, "You can't just read my thoughts whenever you like!!"

"I'm pretty sure it doesn't feel like that for everyone," he adds still smiling to himself, "I've had people yelling and screaming in terror before," Eddie grimaces at what he's just said because he's realised something before you have.

You point a finger at him, "Wait...You didn't use your powers on me. You could have really hurt me."

"It was the heat of the moment alright. I wasn't thinking especially after what you did and said. I wasn't acting alone," he complains.

You hold your hands up, "You know what. You're right. We know better for next time," you say with a shrug

Eddie stops still, "Next time?" He says seriously.

"Oh, no next time? I don't know how it works, sorry." You say with an apologetic smile.

"Well…if there was a next time...like, if that just happened...You know, I never cared for Tequila. More of a beer guy." He smiles over at you.

"Wait, you can taste that?" You ask a bit weirded out, Eddie nods. "What about food, is that the same?" Eddie nods again. You look at the trolley cart and laugh to yourself.

"What's so funny?" He looks at you with a curious happiness.

"I had a stupid idea." You say, shaking your head and getting up from the table.

Eddie reaches his hand out and taps your wrist, "Hey, you can't have a stupid idea without letting me in on it. That's not fair."

"Well I just thought, you don't eat food right? And no one offered to be fed from before? So I thought, what if we order some of your old favourite foods, and I eat them for you, and you can, you know, taste them. Told you it was weird," you say tidying up your plate and pushing the trolley out the door.

As you shut the door and turn back into the room, you find yourself face to face with Eddie. The side of his nose brushing the side of yours. He lets out a small sigh that shudders, as he pushes you gently back against the door.

"You'd do that? For a monster like me?" He asks sincerely.

You smile and stroke the side of his face, "The only thing monstrous about you Eddie, is your refusal to see yourself as I do."

His lips crash into yours and he kisses you softly. As he pulls away he looks over your face, and whispers as he sings, "oh help me someone, help me please." Then he pulls you away from the door, twirling you around to sit you on the edge of the bed. He stands in front of you, "Ok so I like your idea. Like so fuckin' much," he grits his teeth in a smile and clenchs his fists with excitement, "but I raise you", he composes himself, "I raise you, we go out."

"Have you lost your mind?" You laugh at him.

"Well yeah…but ok just watch. Something I was working on last week." He says shaking out his arms, and legs and puts his hands to his jaw, and pushes them up his face and over his head.

Your jaw goes slack. Eddie has completely changed his whole face and hair. The only thing that remains the same are the shape of his eyes, and his mouth. His long brown curly hair is now a short cropped blonde hair cut. His deep brown eyes are blue, his angular features are softened, his button nose is now pointed.

"What the fuck, Eddie?" You say in shock.

"No, no," he replies, "This is Ambrose," he says in a stereotypical nerdy, stuffy nose type voice and bows at you. You run over to your suitcase and find him some clothes. A non band tee, some belted trousers, and some shoes. He takes the clothes into the bathroom and emerges a few minutes later, looking like someone's lost Dad.

You look over the whole ensemble and laugh still in shock, "I mean you can't see in a mirror, but I think you've created the anti-Eddie."

He stretches his arms out to you, "Now come over here honeybun, and give me some sugar."

"No…that's weird…is the voice necessary?" You say still giggling about the whole thing, but also horrified about kissing someone who wasn't Eddie.

"Of course it's necessary," he pulls out a pair of glasses from his jacket pocket and puts them on, "This is what conformist American thinks a nerd looks and sounds like, but also," he walks over to you and covers your eyes and gives you a small kiss, "see it's me." He smiles his new smile at you as he uncovers your eyes.

"So weird, but I see what you've done here. Ok…let's get out of here."

You spend the next few hours walking around the streets of New York City. Eating and gathering up little bits of food and drink that Eddie liked. Neither of you could resist going into a guitar shop, which was a lot of fun, because you got to see the faces of the people in there when "Ambrose" picked up the most Metal looking guitar in the store, plugged it in and started wailing on it.

"You know, I think he's growing on me after that performance," you say jokingly.

On the way back into the hotel, arms laden with bags of treats, and lost in playful conversation you come to an abrupt stop when you hear, "Hey Y/N!!" Your eyes go wide, it's Terry's voice.

You try to pretend you haven't heard and keep walking toward the elevators, but Eddie stays perfectly still, committed to his role, "Hey, honeysuckle. Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friends here?"

You try to communicate with Eddie using your eyes that you should really just go. Now! He just smiles, and extends a hand out to Terry as he approaches, "Ambrose, and obviously I know who you all are. My little cherry blossom’s amigos." He points each one of them out and names them, and gives them a limp handshake.

You push the elevator button as a backup for exiting quickly if needed, and begrudgingly walk back over.

"Hey, you all heading out somewhere fun?" Eddie asks, enthusiastically.

"Just gonna hit some bars, pick up a few snacks to bring back you know," Armani winks at Ambrose.

"Oh sure, sure," Eddie replies. "That's what we've been doing today. Haven't we, sweet pea?" He pushes his glasses back up his nose.

The band laughs at Ambrose's apparent obliviousness to their meaning. Harley and Jenna smile at one another in a way that just reads 'He's so frickin adorable.'

Terry pats Ambrose on the arm, and points a finger at you, smiling, "You should know, they were extremely, annoyingly almost, well behaved all tour."

"Well I wouldn't expect anything less from my lil' love bug. I hope you weren't trying to corrupt them out there," he lets out several snorts of laughter at his own joke.

All of the band turn and stare wide eyed at you, almost as if waiting for the green flag to wave so they can commence falling about with laughter.

You offer them back a tight closed mouth smile, and a nod, taking Eddie's hand in yours. Ding! Universe be praised, the elevator shows up just in time.

Eddie cannot help himself as you wave goodbye and head towards the lifts. He looks back over his shoulder, "Now, have a great night kids, don't do anything I wouldn't do!" and he gives them a little salute wave.

Only the two of you stand in the elevator. You ride in silence for about 5 floors until Eddie erupts with a huge amount of cackling and jumping up and down, "Did you see that? Oh my god. Their faces. Holy shit, that was fun. Fucking idiots."

"Come on now, how could they have possibly known it was you?" You say nudging him playfully.

"Oh, I'll be calling them whatever I want. I know what they were insinuating out there, so now I know the tour bus might have been a deeper pit of debauchery than I thought…" he says a little annoyed, "... buuuuut I now also know you didn't forget about me even when you weren't having any of your painful reminders," he says leaning into your personal space.

You laugh and push him away as you finally reach your floor. Your heart is already thudding in your chest in anticipation. You click open the door and Eddie still as Ambrose checks around the room carefully. Once happy that the coast is clear. He shakes off his disguise and zooms around the room making sure everything is locked up so you'd be safe from any disturbances.

He eventually stops in front of you, locking your eyes with his and takes the bags from your hands, dropping them on the floor before taking your hands in his, and walking you towards the window that looks out onto the lights of the city.

Eddie moves behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms around your waist.

You lean back on him with a sigh, "It's so much more beautiful at night, isn't it?"

"What? New York?" He asks looking out at the city with you.

"Well…yeah…and like, home, the sky, nature, crowds of people, music, but also everything else," you say, turning your head toward his face.

He looks at you from the corner of his eye and with false surprise asks, "Are you hitting on me? Because if you are, you should know…. it's working," he smiles.

He firmly pulls your body tighter to his with one arm, and with his other hand gently tilts your chin up as he plants a trail of soft slow kisses from your lips, and along your jawline.

He pauses and his fingers run along the collar of your polo neck teasing it downwards, planting a small kiss on every newly exposed area of skin.

You feel him stop and softly nuzzle against the bruise from earlier, before taking in your aroma, and running his tongue across it patiently.

You just about resist making the noise you so desperately wanted to in that moment, but when he plants a kiss on the bruise a sudden gasp escapes your mouth. You realise how tightly you are gripping onto his arm that is draped around you. As you move your fingers you see a set of deep impressions in his flesh.

He kisses the bruise again, the contact lingering this time, his tongue escaping from between his lips to drag across the minuscule bite marks that remain, sending an explosion of electricity from the point of contact throughout your body.

He pauses and releases his restraint of you, reaching for the lower hem of your polo neck jumper, gently toying with it between his fingers. Your hands meet his and you slowly remove your top.

Eddie's cold hands clasp onto your newly exposed sides. A new uncharted territory for his lips to stake their claim on. From the base of your spine all the way back up to your shoulders. His fingers tracing gently along your collarbone, and up the front of your throat where his hand stops and gently rests.

A trail of tiny fang drag kisses commence around the site, and your brain goes into a daze as your head instinctively drops to the side, to allow him as much access as he wanted. This silent invitation makes his body tense up and a quiet rumbling growl emerges from him, if he hadn't been right next to your ear, you probably wouldn't have even heard it.

To your surprise he turns his attention back to your shoulders and snakes one arm around your waist again, his cold rings gliding over your torso.

You hear his hair rustle next to your ear, before he utters in a haunting rasp, "Would you say it again for me?"

He nose bumps against the bite from earlier again, as if you needed reminding.

"Go ahead," you say easily in a breathy voice. "It's yours…All yours, Eddie."

The next noise you hear will probably stay with you until the end of your days. An almost terrifying lustful growl intertwined with a complete enraptured whimper, and they were both emerging from Eddie at the same time.

The speed of the motion he makes to bite down on you is supernaturally fast, but to you, when contact is made, it feels no different from a passionate kiss.

At this angle you can feel Eddie's own throat is against your skin. His rhythmic gulps almost in time with the pounding of your heart. The waves of elation crash into your mind thick and fast. You close your eyes and feel as if you could just melt into nothing. Nothing had ever felt like this, not even close.

A small, pleased murmur comes from against your skin, "You taste so good…jesus…" Eddie says, sounding a little out of it himself, before biting down again. He grips onto your upper arms so tightly it almost hurts. He moves his hands again so they clasp together around you and squeezes so he can lift you up towards him. It's almost like he's trying to find purchase and pull you closer together, but it's impossible.

You feel your eyes start to slowly blink open and shut as your head rolls back onto his shoulder. You can feel Eddie smile against your neck, and he parts from you slowly. He laps gently at the wound, before scooping you up in his arms.

"All mine," he says, sitting you on the edge of the bed, his blood red eyes looking into yours, stroking your hair.

He moves away for a moment to get you a drink of water, which he helps you drink because your limbs are jelly right now. He dresses you for bed, making sure you are comfortable, before undressing himself, climbing in and snuggling up next to you.

You sigh contentedly as his hair and face snuggle up to the side of your own, his arms slide around you, and the safety you feel, allows you to drift into dream.

You hear the ring of a bell and look up to see a greying gentleman and a teen enter. Looking around the area, you see musical instruments of all different shapes and sizes. Most notably a neon lit wall of guitars that the teen is waved towards by his guardian, who approaches the counter.

The greying gentleman does not acknowledge you, and deals with the man at the register. He leans over the counter, and in a hushed tone asks, "Name’s Munson, I've got a custom order due next week. For the boy's birthday."

Something about this man is so familiar to you, but you can't place it. You look to the lad he's indicated and move around the shop for a closer look from the other side of the wall of guitars.

Through the gaps between the wall slats, you spy the young man. A head of dark curls, his deep dark brown eyes gazing up at the guitars in awe, his mouth slightly open.

There was no mistaking this face. You move closer still, and as you do, the boy's hand reaches out to where you are, his eyes transfixed on the particular guitar between you.

The want to reach back was overwhelming, but you resist. Instead opting to test a theory. You move a distance down the wall behind a different guitar.

You look back to where the boy stood. His face looks confused for a moment, he’s almost frowning, like something had been snatched away from him. He lowers his hand to his pockets and looks around bashfully, in case anyone had seen him.

His innocent, doe eyes scan over the wall of instruments and as he gets closer to where you are he slows down. He turns to face the wall in front of you, he looks around himself and cautiously lifts his hand towards you again. A smile erupts on his face, and the neon lights dance in his eyes.

You smile back and raise your own hand towards him. His eyes widen so that you can see the whites surrounding the deep pools of brown, and he lunges forward at the guitar between you.

"Leave it alone, boy. We don't got time today, Eddie." Both of you nearly jumped out of your skin, having not seen the older man approach. The man puts his arm around the teen's shoulder and begins walking him out of the store. Eddie puts up no resistance and smiles warmly back up at the man, but as he leaves he takes a last look back.

As he spins his head towards you, time slows and you are right back holding a basket standing in an apothecary. Slowly blinking as the curls swish and bounce gently on his face. You let out a sigh. He blinks at you one…two times.

And you've waited. Oh how you've waited for that look your entire existence. He was here at last. On the very land you'd laid in that meadow. In the very place you'd lost your life. And here he was giving it back to you, in those eyes. This wasn't an infatuation, this was a true connection.

You knew what you had to do, it's why you'd been left to wander, to haunt, to inspire, to watch the world walk by. All those painful, gut wrenching days, months, years, decades of utter loneliness had been worth it, because there he was.

You rush back to behind the counter and scan over all the guitars in the customisation queue, reading the names as quickly as you can, until you find the one labelled with the name Munson.

It was due a custom paint job, they'd be back soon enough guaranteed.

Nothing would stand in your way this time. You vowed to destroy the world, the universe, the gods themselves if you couldn't be with him, as promised, for eternity.

As quick as a flash you are plunged back into the reality of your hotel room, breathing heavily. Your frantically searching hands find Eddie's cool to the touch torso.

You shake him awake, whisper shouting at him, "Eddie! wake up!! Wake up! Eddie!"

He wakes up with a start, "Wh-what is it?" He asks in alarm trying to look around the room whilst rubbing his eyes.

You grip onto his shoulder and give him one firm shake, "It's the guitar, Eddie. I need to get to the guitar."

"Honey, no. Ok you've had a bad dream or something ok? Let's just calm down, alright?" He says groggily, trying to coax you back into his arms.

"No…you don't understand, there is a connection here. Between these dreams and the pain, tonight I know it's the guitar. It must be from when I landed on it, maybe a piece of it is still in me. Like a splinter or something? That's why I feel so awful away from the cell, and away from you."

Eddie shakes his head again, "Look, let's say you're right, babe. That guitar is under more security than the crown jewels, we can't get in there."

You look him in the eyes, "Maybe we can't, but I know a man who can."

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Play The Hero.

Barney Ross (The Expendables) x reader

Warnings: mention of violence, injury

Context: Just a little thing that popped into my head today

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"What in the hell happened to him?!" I exclaim loudly as I open the front door to reveal two very familiar figures: Barney, and his best friend, Lee Christmas, the first of whom is currently hunched over in the other's arms. 

Lee shoots me an apologetic look, followed by an exasperated yet fond glance at Barney as he tries to shrug under the man's weight.

"Had a bad run-in with some other mercenaries out in the sticks of Sudan. This asshole decided he needed to play hero." He informs me, shaking his head as Barney looks up at him wearily, his bloodied face carrying an expression of protest. 

"When doesn't he." I have to roll my eyes, stepping aside to let Lee in, the mercenary chuckling at my comment as he limps past. 

He immediately goes into lounge, carefully loading Barney onto the sofa with a sigh of relief, rolling his shoulders to relax them a bit. I follow after him, instantly going to kneel beside him, brushing some hair from his face as I take in the full extent of the damage, wincing at the sight of the gash running along his forehead. A little blood collects on my fingertips, and I sit back on my heels, lips pursed as I wipe my hand on my jeans. Glancing back at Lee, I notice his expression of worry, and his slightly restless stance, a tired smile forming on my lips as I go to speak.

"Hey, you look tired. You should go home, I'm sure Lacy's worried sick. I'll be fine with him." I gesture to the drowsing mercenary, who's turned his head to watch us, his dark eyes lidded and tired. 

"You sure? I can stay and help…"

"It's fine, don't worry. Just go." I reassure him, grinning as I shoo him away.

Still looking a little unsure, Lee hovers for a further moment, chewing his lip until Barney speaks.

"Go, Christmas. She's done this before." His voice is rough and low, but his words are clear enough. Well, clear for his usual slur.

"Alright. See you later, Barn. Goodnight, (Y/n)." He says his goodbyes and leaves, shooting me a grateful smile as he goes. 

As the door shuts, I turn my attention back to Barney, who's breathing heavily as he leans back on the sofa. 

"What am I supposed to do with you?" I murmur, ghosting my fingers down his face. 

He grins crookedly at me.

"God knows." He chuckles, coughing a little as he grips at his side. 

"Apparently so." I reply, moving to undo his body armour, "Come on, help me out a little."

Together, we manage to rid him of his armour and torn shirt, revealing his bruised and scratched chest to the air, my breath hitching in my throat at the sight of him, still loving the sight of him after all the time I've known him. Reverently, I run a hand down the expanse of skin, feeling over the raised scars and lines of rippling muscles, freezing when he suddenly tenses up, biting back a grunt of pain. Mortified, I withdraw my hand, only for him to catch my wrist in his grasp, a soft smile on his lips as I look up at him. 

"I still don't know what you see in me." He mumbles, eyes roaming my face as if searching for any doubt. 

I sigh at this, used to his self-deprecation by now, but still hating it when he says these things.

"I see a brave man who does a world of good and gets beaten up for it." I tell him, smirking as I continue, "I also see a man who needs a shower."

Barney laughs, the sound a little gruff but still as hearty as always. 

"That's true." He grins, looking into my face again.

"Alright, let me stitch you up, then we'll get you in the shower." I announce, standing from my position on the floor to get my first aid gear and a bowl of warm water. Grabbing a cloth, I return to him and sit on the coffee table, opening up the kit beside me. 

Swiftly, I take the cloth and wet it, leaning forwards to drag it over a particular wound, a gaping slash made by a knife of some sort. He hisses as I wipe away the blood, glad to see it isn't weeping any more of the stuff out onto his skin as I take out some gauze and rubbing alcohol. Cleaning the wound properly, I then get to work stitching him up, quickly closing the wound and moving onto another. This time, it's a bullet wound, but there's thankfully an exit puncture, meaning inwont have to pull anything out of him. For another ten minutes or so, I work at cleaning him up, only just catching his little shivers as I stroke my fingers over the clearer areas of his skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his sternum as I finally finish. 

"Is there anything on your legs?" I ask him as I lean back, resting a hand on his lower abdomen. 

"Just a few grazes and bruises, nothing serious." He tells me, smiling thankfully. 

"Ok, good." I nod, before quickly cleaning up the wound on his forehead, "Now come on, let's get into the shower."

With a few bumps and stumbles, I finally manage to get Barney to the bathroom, helping him out of his clothes as I run the shower, waiting for it to heat up properly. He watches me work with the hint of a smile on his lips, dark eyes scrutinising my every movement. The black-haired man steps into the shower, slowly starting to wash himself off, only to start when I join him, helping him to clean off by rubbing his back and legs. I have to fight off the butterflies in my stomach as I run my palms over his skin, keeping my eyes averted as he eventually turns around, looking at me as lovingly as always. 

I squeak as he suddenly wraps his arm around me and pulls me into him, holding me gently against his chest. Looking up at him, I almost melt under his intense gaze, floundering under the weight of the care in it, enjoying being in the circle of his arms. 

"God, I love you so much, (Y/n)." Barney mumbles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead, trailing his lips down the bridge of my nose to my own, bringing up shivers down my spine. 

Humming in pleasure, I kiss him back, smiling into it.

"I love you, too, Barney. Far too much to be healthy." I whisper against his lips, "Even if you do always play hero."

Laughing, he pulls away, turning off the tap as the water gets cool, helping me out of the shower.

"You and Lee, honestly." He shakes his head, grinning.

I chuckle and help him dry off, tugging a shirt and some shorts on as he does the same, before we both go and climb into bed. 

"Do you need anything? Painkillers? Food? Drink?" I ask him as I sit on the edge of the bed, watching him settle down. 

"Some painkillers, maybe, but I have them here." Barney decides, swallowing a couple of pills as I slide under the covers beside him, laying down against the cushions.

After a moment, I feel a muscular arm wrap around my waist, pulling me onto a firm chest, my hands coming up to balance on his pectorals as he holds me close to him. Barney's expression is loving as he gazes down at me, his face open and relaxed where he lies, every muscle in his body loose for once, even if his grip around me is somewhat tight, as if he's worried I'll up and leave him. Smiling, I trace my fingers lightly over his chest, breathing in his scent, which makes me feel safe and at ease, every note - the bite of metal, the fumes of the plane that never leave him, the sweet tang of the shower gel and his usual cigar smoke - registering in my head. It relaxes me and I feel sleep starting to pull at my mind.

"Thanks for taking care of me, (Y/n)." Barney mumbles after a moment, watching me closely.

"You don't have to thank me, Barney. I'll always look after you." I tell him, meeting his gaze.

"I know, and I'll never understand why." He muses, squeezing me affectionately, "I'm old enough to be your father."

I pull back slightly, a playful smirk on my face.

"Lucky it's Father's Day then, isn't it?" I grin, leaning back down to kiss his chin, "Happy Father's Day."

Barney laughs loudly, pulling me back down and tucking my head into the crook of his neck, holding me in place as his body rocks with laughter.

"Should I be offended?" He questions mockingly.

"Nah, it's all affectionate." I reply, cuddling closer to him, careful to avoid his wounds.

"I know, and I love you for it."

"I love you, too."

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Baby Boy Chapter 2 | Lando Norris

Summary: Milana Navratilova is the best friend of Victoria Verstappen, and is for lack of a better word, a minx. She can pull anyone into bed with her at any time. So when she attends the Austrian Grand Prix with Victoria, the drivers make for good bedfellows. Until she finds a man who makes her finally feel like herself. Her baby boy.

Warnings: smut, swearing, non-con kiss (will be a chapter warning for that one), OC is a w h o r e and i love her.

“Well, I think you well and truly confused my brother.” Victoria giggled as the two arrived in their shared hotel room. Milana let a small chuckle pass her lips and launched onto the bed. She scooched further up the bed, letting her silver hair fan out on the pillow beneath her. She beckoned her friend toward her with grabby hands, her legs making room for Victoria’s body to slide between them, her head resting on Milana’s chest. They talked for a few hours, catching up on recent events, and occasionally returning back to the awestruck faces of her brother’s friends. Netflix was playing in the background on a low volume, their focus entirely on each other. They fell asleep after a long time, Victoria’s head still nestled between Milana’s boobs, one of her hands intertwined with the Czech’s and her other resting on the bed next to them. Milana’s other hand was beneath her friend’s shirt, resting on her lower back.

The beeping of a keycard on the hotel door didn’t stir either of the girls, nor did the slight squeak of the hydraulic arm that helped to automatically shut the door. The older Verstappen sibling stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the two women. He looked away quickly, feeling awkward seeing his sister in such an intimate position. He shuffled around quietly and faced away from the two as he tried to come up with a solution to wake them up without seeming like a creep.

“You know, if you’re trying to think of a way to be less creepy, you probably should have done it before you came in.” A thick accent and husky voice startled Max out of his thoughts. He turned quickly to see that Milana had woken up, and had turned her head to look at him lazily, a smirk curling onto her face as his expression betrayed that it was exactly what he was thinking.

“Sorry, it’s just, there’s a party tonight for all the drivers to bring their guests and have a good night before we’re all focused on racing again this weekend and then off for the summer break. I sent Vic a few messages and tried calling, but she didn’t reply. I figured she was asleep, so I wanted to make sure she had enough time to get ready otherwise I’d be a dead man.” Max explained, his eyes avoiding the two women on the bed.

“I’ll get her up and ready. She’ll be good to go in thirty, so meet her in the lobby.” Milana told Max, her accent slowly slipping away as she woke up further. Max’s head cocked like a puppy’s, his eyes finally flickered over to meet Milana’s and he was stunned yet again by the depth and intensity they held.

“You’re invited too. You’re Vic’s guest, which means you’re mine as well. Plus, I know she would never have as much fun without you.” Max smiled as he saw the small smile on Milana’s lips. They were still quite a deep red, though they were nothing compared to that dark maroon that he had imagined wrapped around his cock a few times already today.

“Alright. Thirty minutes in the lobby. I’ll be waiting.” Max winked as he walked away from the bed, straight out the room and along the hall until he was a safe distance away. The Dutch leaned against the wall and sighed heavily. The dirty thoughts that swirled in his head when he saw that short skirt bunched up even higher on her leg than earlier today, and the smirk that curled the right side of her lip could definitely make him commit treason.

Milana began pecking the top of Victoria’s head, the hand that rested against her back began tapping in rhythm with the small kisses. Victoria let out a happy sound and snuggled further into her cocoon, a.k.a Lana’s tits.

“Come on baby girl. Your brother invited you to a party tonight. We have to be in the lobby in a half hour.” Milana whispered, and suddenly Victoria was sitting bolt upright. She scrambled to stand on wobbly legs, and hurled herself toward Milana’s suitcase.

“We have to get ready now then! Fuck why did he not give me more time?” Victoria whined, slipping into her native Dutch language to begin cursing her older brother.

“Wear the navy blue dress that has the spaghetti straps. It suits your figure a lot more than mine.” Milana commented, watching as Victoria rifled through the Czech’s suitcase as she had more ‘party appropriate’ clothes. Victoria’s hands fell on the familiar fabric and pulled it from the case with a victorious smile. She pecked Milana’s lips quickly before stripping down, plucking a navy blue bra and thong set that was a similar shade of blue to the dress. Milana paid her no mind, pouring through her suitcase for a dress to wear herself. While Victoria was tall, slim and an athletic build, Milana had the ‘Instagram curves’ as Victoria had so affectionately named them. Her waist was naturally quite small, and growing up pulling around a tarot reading booth in the streets of Prague had meant she had a very strong lower body, essentially meaning she had muscular thighs and a large, well sculpted ass. It also meant that nine times out of ten, dresses off the rack of her and Victoria’s favourite shop wouldn’t fit as nicely as they did for her blonde friend. Still, she pulled a maroon suede dress that was so tight around her hips, ass and legs, it might as well be a bodycon. Deciding to forfeit a bra, Milana pulled a white lace thong up her legs, followed by the tight dress. She could hear Victoria rustling in the bathroom, presumably starting her makeup. Milana began styling her hair in the large mirror across from the bed, messy waves it was.

“Hey babe, should I do a nude lip with this?” Victoria’s voice called loudly from the bathroom. Milana walked up behind her, arms instinctively wrapping around her small waist.

“I think so, it’ll make the eyes look less dramatic.” Milana mused. Whilst Victoria was known for bold, dark eyeshadows and a light coloured lipstick, Milana’s eyes were always framed in a light brown or peach, her lips holding the infamous dark maroon colour that had pulled many people into her bed before.

“Ok, I’m putting my hair in a ponytail, and then we’re calling it because otherwise we will still be here in three hours.” Victoria finished, her long hair secured quite high on her head, the strands falling down her back like golden thread. Milana smiled, throwing the tall heels with too many strings and laces for her to figure out at her friend. She, herself, pulled on the trusty heeled leather boots that had kept her from breaking toes at concerts and clubs more times than she could count.

“Look at that, we even have time to take a photo.” Milana drawled, knowing Victoria could take up to fifteen minutes to get the perfect Instagram pic. The Czech posed alongside her friend, the slit in both of their dresses showing off more skin despite the dresses cutting off at barely mid thigh. The two women strutted out of their hotel room, phones, purses and valuables left in the hotel room as it wasn’t going to be a responsible night.

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What about a fic where Tricky sees Sanford's tattoo and tries to tattoo Hank with paint brushes and markers? (Got this idea from an anon)

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⭐️ [Summary] — Tricky likes Sanford’s tattoo, so why not give his favorite person a tattoo as well? (Lee!Hank + Ler!Tricky)

⭐️ [Warnings] — TICKLE FIC; if you don’t like then please scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt/s] — Tricky gives Hank a tattoo with markers and brushes

ok so this is difficult to explain but this is mixed with like. normal canon MC and a modern ish au? trickys still. tricky because im not creative but also this prompt didn’t really strike me for the canon setting so! take this as you will

THIS SAT IN MY NOTES. FOR SO LONG. 😭 IM SO SORRY

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“Alright man, we’re heading out now. We’ll be back later!” A gruff voice called to a man laying upside down on the sofa, phone in hand. “Okay. Don’t get drunk cause I won’t pick you up.” The upside down man answered back.

A snort followed. “Who do you take us for, Hank?”

Hank sat up, propping himself on his elbows. “Well I take you for Sanford,” he said, pointing his head at Sanford, then over at Deimos. “And I take him for Deimos.” He flopped back down, pointing his attention back to his phone. “…Well he has a point.” Deimos whispered. “…Yeah okay, fair enough. Anyway, don’t burn the house down while we’re away.”

“‘Kay.”

The door shut, and then it was just Hank alone in the living room. The man mindlessly scrolling through some boring social media.

The silence was nice for a while, just Hank alone with himself and his thoughts. Usually that sentence never meant good, but for today it was like any other sentence.

Then the door opened again, and Hank raised an eyebrow as he propped himself up again. “Back so soo-?” Hank stopped mid sentence, staring at Tricky who had a bag in his hand.

“Oh. You aren’t who I thought.”

“HI HANK!” Tricky grinned widely, allowing himself into the house and closing the door with his foot. “Hello. Supply shopping go well?” Hank asked, watching as Tricky dug through the bag. “YES! CLOWN FOUND ALL HE NEEDED.” Hank nodded. “Cool, cool.” Hank watched as a variety of markers and brushes were pulled out, a couple of paints too. Tricky was the artistic type of all of them, and it didn’t really surprise Hank much.

“HANK. CLOWN WANTS TO TRY SOMETHING.”

Hank raised an eyebrow again. “Okay. What’s that?”

“CLOWN WANTS TO GIVE HANK A TATTOO! LIKE SANDFAR.”

Hank blinked a few times, mouth open but not saying anything. “Uh. Sanford.” He corrected, standing up off the sofa. “YES. THAT IS WHAT CLOWN SAID? SANDFUR.”

“That’s just further away.”

“SANDWICHES NAME DOES NOT MATTER RIGHT NOW, CLOWN WANTS TO GIVE HANK A TATTOO.”

“Did you just call him Sandwich?”

Hank let out a sigh through his nose and crossed his arms after throwing his phone onto the cushion. “Okay, sure. Where are you giving me this tattoo?”

“LIKE SANDALS!” Hank had to resist the urge to slap his own face. “On… my back?” “YES!” Hank stood there awkwardly for a moment, shifting on his feet as he breathed out through his teeth.

“…alright, fine.” Tricky clapped his hands together and picked up a pack of markers. “SIT.” Tricky ordered, pointing at the floor in front of the sofa. Hank muttered something under his breath as he sat down, tugging off his shirt. “Just take it easy, alright?” Hank looked over his shoulder at Tricky, who hastily nodded. “YES, YES. CLOWN WILL BE CAREFUL. FACE FORWARD!”

Tricky maneuvered Hank’s face to look forward again as he uncapped the marker in his hand.

Hank wasn’t ashamed to admit the sound of the marker uncapping made his stomach drop.

Hank inhaled sharply at the feeling of a markers tip pressing into his skin, and it took everything in him to not flinch away. “HANK IS TENSE.” Tricky said, as if he needed to point it out to Hank. “Well yeah. You’re giving me a tattoo.” Hank said matter-of-factly.

“BUT IT IS NOT A TATTOO GUN?”

“No but— ugh forget it. Just keep going.” Hank shook his head, bunching his shirt up in his hands and holding it tightly.

Tricky didn’t need to be told twice as he got right back to work. Slowly creating strokes up and down. Tricky was watching as the man he drew on twitched occasionally.

Hank had his phone in his hand again, trying to distract himself from the ticklish feeling against his back. He couldn’t say he hated it, per se, but he didn’t like it. “SIT STILL. HANK IS MESSING CLOWN UP.” Tricky’s voice held a light undertone of annoyance and Hank just huffed. “Well I’m sorry I can’t help the fact it tickles.” He hissed back, yelping when the marker dipped underneath the blade of his shoulder.

“…TICKLES?” Tricky parroted back, staring at Hank with what could only be described as a curious look. “Look just— finish the tattoo or I’m leaving to wash it off.” Hank tried to change the subject.

“HANK IS TICKLISH??” Tricky pushed, the marker lingering underneath Hank’s shoulder and making him squirm. “Do you want to finish that damned tattoo or not?” Tricky was silent before he went back to work.

The sneaky bastard though… he knew what he was doing.

The marker’s strokes were much slower than before, lingering on parts of Hank’s spine and making him flinch, slapping a hand to his mouth. “Tricky!” Hank hissed through grit teeth, giggles spilling past his lips.

“CLOWN IS WORKING.”

“Yohohu’re tickling mehee.”

“SHUT. STOP MOVING.”

Hank just groaned, the noise broken up by laughter as he put his face to his knees, hands crossed over his head. Hank squirmed slightly, letting out a loud yelp when Tricky drilled a finger into his side. “HEHEY! Asshohole!” Hank spat. “YOU ARE MESSING CLOWN UP! CLOWN WILL SIT ON HANK IF HE DOES NOT STOP MOVING.” Tricky threatened, continuing to draw on Hank’s back while he wiggled his thumb and index finger into Hank’s side and ribs. “Son of a bihihitch!” Hank hissed into his arms, feeling a smile pull at the corner of his lips.

Hank resigned himself to his current fate; he wasn’t happy about it though. (Though the more he thought about it… it wasn’t so bad.) Every time he’d squirm there’d be another jab to his side— he’d twitch inwardly when the brush marker swiped over a certain part of his spine, helpless giggling muffled by the clenched fabric of his shirt in his hands.

Hank yelped again, swatting Tricky’s hand. “Wohohould you quihihit it!?” He snapped, not really angry. “AAHAK!” He yelped when Tricky dug all five fingers into the skin.

When the marker stopped and Tricky’s hand pulled away from Hank’s side, he looked up. Face flushed a little red as quiet giggling started to subside. “Ahahre… are you dohone?” He asked, Tricky nodded. “YES! COME SEE!” Tricky pulled Hank away to the bathroom, shoving him to the mirror.

Hank looked at his back in the mirror, Tricky standing beside him with a wide grin on his face ad he waited for Hank’s feedback. The tattoo itself looked like a vertical eye with an X across it.

It looked badass actually.

“Huh. I’m impressed, Tricks. Nice work.” Hank hummed, pulling his shirt over his head again. Tricky clapped his hands together again. “TATTOO FITS HANK!” Hank nodded. “Yeah, I like it.”

[qitwrites]

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Momo is 13 when she gets her first period.

Her parents had talked to her about it of course, told her it was completely natural and normal and healthy, and to come to them when it happens.

What nobody was prepared for was the pain.

She’s in the family garden creating some Lego blocks for herself when a bout of cramps, sharp and intense, roils through her abdomen and up her left leg. It’s so sudden she can barely call for help, and by the time the guards reach her, she’s on the ground sobbing, clutching her stomach and shakily taking in gasps of air.

They tell her it’s a combination of her diet and her genes. The high-fat diet has consequences, no matter how much she uses her quirk to balance it out and her father’s side of the family has a history of debilitating period pains. It’s just really bad luck, or so they tell her.

Of course, this doesn’t deter Momo from her plans of becoming a pro-hero. It’s all she wants. So, it’s what she chases and works for and earns.

The period pains get worse.

Class 1A doesn’t notice for the longest time. Momo is good at hiding it, at hiding how often she uses the loo for the first two days, how much pain she’s biting back in class, how badly she’s performing in training. She practices her smile in the mirror, sits through hours of class and training and socializing with a smile plastered on her face, and screams into her pillow at night. She spends those nights on her bathroom floor, alternating between throwing up and enjoying the cool feeling of the tiles underneath her.

Nobody realizes until Momo doesn’t show up for class one day.

Of course, everyone is immediately concerned- Momo isn’t one to skip. She takes the best notes, has perfect attendance, submits her assignments on time, the works. First period passes like that, and Aizawa even brings it up but nobody knows where she is. She hasn’t messaged a soul or called anyone about anything.

They’re on break after second period when Todoroki finds her on the staircase landing between the first and second floor.

Momo is on the ground, laying on her side. Her hand is in her mouth, blood dripping down her skin as she clenches it tightly between her teeth. Her other hand is wrapped around her abdomen, squeezing tightly. Tears stream down her face continuously, like an endless river. She’s muffling her screams, and it’s almost like she can’t even see Todoroki, her gaze piercing straight through him.

Todoroki is immediately alarmed, getting to his knees in front of her. He looks over her and can’t see any physical injuries, any signs of trauma.

‘Yaoyorozu,’ he says urgently, ‘what’s going on?’

Momo blinks at him, some of the tears dispelling. She finally sees him, recognizes him, and gasps. She pulls her hand away and the tears spill again.

‘I can’t-‘ she starts and sucks in a sharp breath ‘-I can’t breathe. I can’t- there’s too much pain fuck.’ Todoroki raises his brows- Momo never curses. Never. Not even when she stubbed her toe against the dining table and broke it.

‘We have to get you to recovery girl,’ Todoroki says, moving to help her up.

‘Wait,’ she groans. ‘I need- dammit, Todoroki let me borrow your left hand for a moment please.’

Todoroki complies without question, and watches as she takes it and places it on her abdomen above her uniform.

‘As hot as you can go,’ she says, ‘without burning my uniform. Please.’

Todoroki has no idea what’s going on, but he does as she asks. The effect is almost immediate- her breathing evens out, her eyes focus again, her body stops jerking in pain. It’s almost like she’s been sedated.

After nearly 2 minutes of sitting in silence, she gently takes Todoroki’s hand and places it on his own knee. She sits up gingerly and wipes away her tears, smearing some of the blood on her cheeks instead. Todoroki watches her carefully, ready to step in if she asks for help.

‘What happened?’

Momo looks at him with sad eyes. ‘It’s just my period cramps Todoroki. I’m ok, I’ll be alright.’

Todoroki quirks a brow. ‘You’re not ok Yaoyorozu, even I can tell just by looking at you.’

Momo is about to voice another protest when the door to the stairwell bursts open. Bakugou and Kirishima walk through with vending machine drinks in their hands and stop when they spot the pair on the floor.

‘Yaomomo?’ Kirishima shouts, running towards them. Bakugou trails just behind, eyebrows furrowed.

Momo plasters a smile on her face, trying to hide her bloodied hand.

‘What happened?’ Kirishima yells, crouching down with a concerned look in his eyes.

‘I-‘

‘She said it’s period cramps,’ Todoroki interrupts. In all honesty, he never grew up around his mother or his sister, so he has limited knowledge of periods in general. But with that limited knowledge also came the lack of a stigma towards periods in general. He doesn’t think anything of talking about it.

Kirishima’s concerned look melts into one of sad understanding.

‘Oh man,’ he says, ‘that sucks Yaomomo. They’re that bad, huh?’

Momo keeps her smile in place. ‘Really, I’m fine, it’s nothing I cannot handle, I’m ok-‘

A hand, absurdly gentle, pulls her bloodied one away from where she’s hiding it. Momo startles when she sees Bakugou holding her hand, giving her a tight look. He drops it gently and sighs. With a grunt, Bakugou sits down next to her, back leaning into the wall. Kirishima sits cross legged in front of her while Todoroki sits on her other side.

‘My old hag,’ Bakugou grumbles, ‘has period pains. More like period torture, I guess. She threw up every month on the first day. She’d have dark circles from the lack of sleep, and she’d slap hot water bags to her stomach 24/7. She even burned the skin there a few times. Painkillers didn’t do shit, there were no surgical options, not even birth control made much of a dent. She’d just grit her teeth and bare it every month.’

Momo listens silently, her hands slowly unclenching.

‘My moms,’ Kirishima pitches in, ‘are pretty chill with it. Well, Mama’s get really bad sometimes, but mom is usually ok. I’ve seen them bring each other ice-cream or squeeze each other’s shoulders. They sync up a lot too! Mama would always tell me to be nicer to mom, and mom would always tell me to give mama a kiss. They’re both so manly when they battle their periods every month.’ He offers Momo a gentle smile.

Todoroki hums. ‘I admit, I don’t know much beyond the biological part of it. But from what I can see, Yaoyorozu, this isn’t very normal, is it? This level of pain?’

Momo sighs, brushing away the fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

‘I, between my quirk and my genes, I have received the shorter end of the stick. Of course, I have looked into treatments. There’s nothing I can fix with surgery, and painkillers are usually ineffective. I have tried birth control measures, but they interfere with my quirk.’

Momo looks up at the ceiling. ‘I don’t think we talk about this enough, about heroes that menstruate. I can’t stop being a hero on the days I have my period, but sometimes, I’m in so much pain I can’t see straight. I-‘ she sucks in a stuttering breath ‘-I don’t know what to do sometimes. I want to stand on equal footing with my peers.’

Bakugou scoffs. ‘You shitting me? You’re top of the class, your quirk can make fucking canons, you tutored our fuckwit classmates into not failing miserably, and you did it all through this shit? What part of that is not equal with your peers?’

Kirishima nods in agreement. ‘I mean, Mina has some cramps too, so I usually bring her hot water bags when she asks. I read somewhere that spinach is great for period health, so I make us both protein shakes with spinach and banana! She says it helps.’

‘The iron in spinach must be beneficial,’ Momo muses, her face breaking into the first genuine smile of the day. ‘I usually up my iron intake as well. It does help.’

‘You’re right though,’ Todoroki adds, eyebrows furrowed, ‘we don’t talk enough about heroes that menstruate. Plus, the fact that you can’t seem to find a way to manage your pain without it affecting your life is proof that they haven’t put much thought into it, isn’t it?’

Bakugou grunts in agreement. ‘My hag volunteers at women’s shelters and tries to raise funds for pain meds and hygiene supplies and shit. It’s ridiculous. All of that shit should be free. No one asks to have a period every month.’

‘We can change that though,’ Kirishima pipes in, always the voice of positivity. ‘Look at the four of us, talking about it! Yaomomo, I’m sorry.’

Momo blinks, ‘What for Kirishima?’

‘For not noticing! You must’ve been in so much pain all this time, huh? I’m sorry for not noticing and doing more.’

Momo feels something cold press against her arm. She looks down to see Bakugou pushing his unopened drink into her elbow.

‘Take it, staying hydrated helps with the cramps.’ He stands up and brushes his pants. ‘Think you can stand?’

Momo takes a sip of the drink, relishing the cold fizzy burn as it slides down her throat. She takes a deep breath and stands, stumbling a little before catching herself. Todoroki steadies her around the elbow.

‘Can we take you to recovery girl?’

Momo smiles warmly. ‘I’ve been already. We’ve been working together on some remedies. It’ll take time, but I hope we can come up with something.’ Momo hums. ‘I should put more work into this. I can’t be the only hero that faces such bad period pains.’

‘That’s so manly Yaomomo!’ Kirishima beams. ‘I’m kinda dumb so I don’t think I can help with the research but let me know if there’s anything else I can do.’

Momo giggles into the back of her hand and they start moving towards class together. As they reach the top of the stairs another bout of cramps settles into her gut, and she clenches the railing with a white knuckled grip.

The boys stand around, guarding her, supporting her, giving her small smiles and reassuring nods. Todoroki offers her his hand again, and she quickly makes a heating pad and hands it to him, so she can continue to use it during class. Bakugou urges her to drink more water, and Kirishima keeps telling her how manly she is.

When they get to class, everyone crowds around her and she laughs softly, promising to explain everything later. The rest of the day passes by with little incident, and throughout it all, Todoroki takes the heating pad from her, heats it up and hands it back, hour after hour.

They talk about it in the dorms after class, and recounting her episode opens the floodgates for all the girls.

‘I get really bad migraines,’ Uraraka sighs, rubbing at her temples as if in anticipation. ‘It makes the nausea from my quirk even more unbearable.’

Jirou nods. ‘I get you. I have leg cramps, makes it impossible to use my legs during heartbeat surround. The speakers are too painful to use, and I’m never as stable as I’d like to be.’ She gives Kirishima a pointed look. ‘I’ll join you at the gym next time, teach me some leg moves. I want to get stronger.’ Kirishima gives her a huge thumbs up and a blinding grin.

‘My back gives out sometimes,’ Mina says. ‘I have this pain that burns in my lower back on a few occasions, it’s the worst.’

‘I don’t have a lot of physical symptoms,’ Hagakure pipes in, ‘but I do have PMS and depressive episodes. I’ve been trying to figure out a good med balance to fix it.’ All the girls nod at that, squeezing her arms and shoulders in silent support.

The teachers are brought into the loop too, and Aizawa gently berates Momo for not coming to him sooner.

‘We’re here to help,’ he says, eyes the gentlest she’s ever seen. ‘Learn to rely on your teachers more, will you? Such troublemakers , the lot of you.’

Momo makes hot packs for the girls after that, and the teachers don’t blink when one of them passes it to Todoroki in the middle of class as the boy just heats it the appropriate amount before passing it back without so much as a hiccup in his work.

Bakugou sends Momo articles and tips from his mom about pain management and dealing with cramps. He says it’s because he wants her to be in top condition when he beats her for #1, otherwise it won’t, in his eloquent words, mean jack shit. Momo tries some stuff out, happily surprised when her symptoms are even the slightest bit reduced. Kirishima offers to make them all spinach shakes, and they take him up on that every so often, complimenting his limited cooking abilities.

And on the days Momo is back on the bathroom floor heaving into the toilet, Jirou holds her hair back. Mina cuddles her on the couch when her hands are clenched as she bites back tears, and Ojiro sits by her feet, a reassuring presence to depend on if she ever needs something.

They’ve still got a long way to go as a society, but it’s a start. And a damn good one at that.

[jungle-angel]

Fixer Upper (Hangman x Reader)

Summary: Who said girls can’t help fix the car?

“Alright turd blossom,” Jake muttered under his breath as he turned the socket wrench. “You’re gonna cooperate with me one way or another.” 

He was a mess, a complete filthy mess with oil and black stains all over his skin, his white-beater and his dark washed jeans from endless hours of working on that ‘67 Impala that he and the guys had found at the junkyard just a few days prior. The thing was an utter nightmare, needing one thing after the other as far as parts, paint and tires were concerned. How Bob and Payback had even gotten it into the garage was a complete mystery to him. 

Jake hummed along to the song playing from the radio, blurting out the words as he knew them and remembered them, the songs bringing back memories of his middle school mixtapes. 

He didn’t even notice the slapping of small sandals on the concrete floor until he felt the urgent tugging of his pantleg. When he looked over, there was Molly, his small, redheaded daughter in her denim shorts and her American flag tank top. God she was adorable.......adorable, but feral as hell. 

“Hey princess,” Jake greeted happily. “Where you been? I haven’t seen you all day.” 

“Geneva and Auggie and I beat up a bully at the playground!” Molly declared proudly. 

Jake was stuck somewhere between being proud of her but also fearing the wrath of the parent. “Who was the bully?” he asked. 

“Julian,” Molly chirped. “And his mean sister.” 

Ah so it had been Julian and Brianna Roach they had gone after. Jake knew of them and knew them well along with their bitchy mother, Hillary. He smiled a little knowing what would come later. God forbid the witch should catch your aunt if she ever came down his way. 

“Did they come at you first?”

“Yeah,” Molly said. “Brianna pulled Geneva’s hair.” 

Jake kept his musings to himself as he kept turning the wrench. “Ok,” he said. “You come here and you can help.” 

Molly pushed her small wooden stepstool up against the tire of the car, watching her father as he worked. “Wanna get Daddy’s tools when he needs’em?” 

“YEAH!” Molly shouted. 

Molly helped him until the noon sun began to fade well into evening, getting things that Jake needed out of his toolbox and even putting them in where they belonged. It wasn’t long before Molly had smears of black grime on her face, clothes and little hands but neither she or Jake ever cared. 

“Aw shit,” he joked. “This is Daddy’s JAM!!!” 

He picked a giggling Molly up and placed her on the shelf of the work bench as the radio blared the song. He picked up his beat up old Navy baseball cap and placed it backwards on her head, tickling her sides to get a laugh out of her, singing the words with her. 

“ Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again “

Jake tickled her again, scooping her right up in his arms and littering her dirty cheeks with kisses until she turned red in the face from laughing. “Alright my mini Muhammad Ali,” he said. “Let’s go get cleaned up. Mommy’s probably got dinner waiting.” 

Into the house they went with Jake bringing her up the stairs to the bathroom and setting her right down in the bathtub. “Stay put,” he told her. 

He had just been about to leave when he caught you in the hall. “Ah! No!” you told him. “You two are absolutely filthy.” 

“Babe I’ll strip as soon as she’s had a bath,” he chuckled. 

“Ok give her a bath and then it’s straight for the mudroom with you,” you told him. 

Jake laughed as he helped Molly strip off her dirty clothes, tossing them in the laundry basket in the hall. It took everything in his power to get all the dirt and grim off of her, but as soon as he had her dried off and in a fresh set of clothes, he could finally get himself cleaned off. 

As soon as he was ready, he followed Molly as she barreled down the stairs to her twin sister Missy. He didn’t even need to say anything as you looked up at him. For the both of you, it was moments like these that made life worth living. 

[furikakyo]

a return to roots | 5

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break.

genre: socmed/smau, slice of life

warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence

masterpost

Ichiro arrived right on time at 5:45 in the morning, buzzing your door just as you had gotten dressed after a quick shower. Steam wafted out of the bathroom as you rushed to the door to greet him and show him where the luggage was. Without anything to say, he promptly picked up one of the large hard case suitcases and you followed suit, going after him into the elevator. When your bodyguard loaded both of your cases into the trunk of his car and then opened the door for you to get into the car, you quickly said, "I need to double check everything in there is fine. I'll be back in a minute."

After reassuring Ichiro that you would be ok by yourself, you dashed back inside to survey your apartment, checking each room to make sure you hadn't left anything important behind. The kitchen and living room were clean, check. When you got to your bedroom, you paused, seeing one of your acoustic guitars sitting in the corner. Should you bring it? Were you actually going to write music? When you had announced your hiatus officially, you had stated that it was to gain inspiration for new music... but then that wouldn't really be a break, would it? You gnawed on your lip, remembering what Kuroo had asked of you the night before: "Take care of yourself in Hyōgo, alright? You're there for a reason; to take a break." 

You scowled, cursing Kuroo and his knowledge of your work habits. But, a voice inside you reasoned, it wouldn't be work if you were writing just for fun... You thought back to those moments in your childhood home, in your room, writing songs and uploading them to YouTube and SoundCloud without thinking that anything would come of it; back before you felt any pressure to perform. Back to when you wrote lyrics that weren’t very sophisticated, but earnest and heartfelt all the same… back to when you had your muse to sit beside you every step of the songwriting process.

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you ran to the corner of your room and snatched the guitar, put it in its case, and then snapped it shut with finality.

If Ichiro was confused about you carrying down another piece of luggage, he said nothing, only staring ahead and driving when you were buckled. "Onigiri Miya," you reminded him, then settled into your seat. The ride there wasn't too far from your apartment; you had rented out the space because of its convenience, so anywhere you usually wanted to go to was within a reasonable distance. You watched the traffic with disinterest and spotted restaurants with dim lighting inside, most likely already prepping for the day ahead of them. The world kept moving on ahead, regardless of whether or not you liked it.

When you arrived at Onigiri Miya, Osamu was already out back in the van, probably waiting impatiently. You checked the clock in the car and clicked your tongue. You weren’t even late.

When you stepped out of the car, Osamu opened his door and got out too. You smiled widely. “Samu!” You rushed forward and gave him a strong hug, which he somewhat reciprocated. He wasn’t as big on physical touch as his brother.

Osamu only rolled his eyes though, patting your back as you told him he looked great. “You do, too. Want me to help with your bags?”

You led him to the trunk of your ride, where Ichiro was already opening it and carrying one of your suitcases. Osamu hefted the other one up, and you trailed behind with the guitar case. After securing everything in the back of the van, you turned to your bodyguard.

You smiled, a genuine smile, and then repeated what you’d already told him over text. “Well, Ichiro-san, I don’t know the next time I’ll see you. I’ll make sure to text you in advance if I plan on going to more public areas.” He said nothing, so you continued. “Thank you very much for all you’ve done for me, and I look forward to seeing you again in the future!” You gave him a bow, which he reciprocated stiffly before quickly getting back into his own car and driving off.

You sighed, then looked to Osamu. He quirked an eyebrow. “Ready?” You nodded determinedly, getting into the passenger seat of the van and buckling, him doing the same.

“Alrighty, then,” he cracked a grin. “Time for a road trip.”

After a while of scrolling through your social media accounts you sat back and stretched. Then you flopped back into your seat and looked over to Osamu. “Samu,” you whined in the most obnoxious voice possible, “do you have any food? I’m so hungry.”

Osamu rolled his eyes, jerking a thumb towards the back of the van. “Ya really think I wouldn’t bring food for the trip?”

Immediately, you turned around and began looking behind your seat for food. Sure enough, there was an insulated bag with onigiri. You gasped, bringing the bag into your lap with stars in your eyes. “You brought some?”

You ignored whatever his response was, instead unwrapping one and biting into it. “Mmm,” you moaned, chewing slowly. The nori was still crisp and the rice was fluffy yet still sticky. You closed your eyes to focus on the food. He must have made them right before you got there for them to be this fresh.

“I’m guessing you didn’t eat breakfast, then,” Osamu said, eyes staring ahead at the road.

Your grip on the rice ball tightened before you quickly realized what you were doing. Your apartment didn’t really have much left to eat after you’d finished up the gyoza last night, and even if you’d had food, you weren’t sure if you would’ve been able to keep it down. Butterflies had filled your stomach as you had tried to go to sleep, and they hadn’t really disappeared yet. “No,” you shook your head. “I woke up early in the morning and was tired.”

Osamu hummed and then didn’t say anything else. After another long beat of silence you squirmed in your seat, a little on edge. “Mind if I play some music?” He shook his head at your question and so you took over the AUX, playing some songs that had been stuck in the back of your mind lately. After the music started, any awkwardness immediately dissipated as you sang along and Osamu tapped his thumb on the wheel to the beat of whatever was playing. At one point you had even pointed out his cute habit to which he had denied before doing the same thing twenty minutes later. Giggling, you just looked out the window and didn’t comment on it that time.

After about an hour of songs, Osamu finally spoke again. “You can go back to sleep, if you want. Ya look tired.”

You looked over at him and then nodded, curling into yourself, rubbing your wearied eyes. Sleeping would be a good opportunity since you hadn’t gotten much last night. You leaned against the seatbelt and window and closed your eyes, ignoring the bumps in the road which made your head hit the glass each time. Before you knew it, you were asleep. 

After a little less than five hours, you woke up to Osamu driving, now playing the radio instead. You looked outside. Gone were the skyscrapers and bright lights; in their place were rows and rows of empty fields, all blurring past you. "Are we in Hyōgo yet?" you asked, turning back to him.

Osamu gave you a quick glance and then switched his gaze back on the road. It was just the Onigiri Miya van on the stretch, the rest of what you could see of the roadway completely devoid of another vehicle. "Yeah," he replied. "We have about an hour left. I was gonna stop at the next place to stretch, though." He looked over at you again. "Is that alright with you?"

You nodded and then dug out another rice ball from the thermal bag, munching on it as you stared out the windshield. The nori wasn’t crispy anymore but at least the filling was still yummy.  "So we're going to stop somewhere first. What's the plan after that?"

Osamu adjusted his grip on the wheel, driving with only one arm. "I was thinking that we could stop by your house, unload your luggage, maybe clean up your space since no one's been there for a while, and then go to do my business in Hyōgo." He paused, then added, "With Kita."

Your heart raced. It was your first day back and you were already going to have to face Kita. You could just stay home, a voice nagged at you. No, you thought, your face filled with grim determination. You could do it.

Almost as if sensing your internal strife, Osamu said, "Y'know, Y/N, I think Captain is just as nervous, if not, more." He continued staring ahead, not looking at you. Now he started tapping his thumb against the wheel again.

But you, your head snapped to look at him. "Really?" you asked, eyeing him skeptically.

Osmau nodded, smiling. "He's barely said a peep in the group chat he's in with me. Although now that I think about it, that's usually how he is." He chuckled. "Unless he's getting in between me and Tsumu."

You sighed, sitting back. Why had you expected Kita to hold anger towards you? Because you chose a career over him? Because you chose success over two of you, the voice in the back of your mind whispered. You ignored it, crossing your arms. You felt bad for thinking he would be anything less than how he always was in your mind (he was always Mr. Perfect), but it also made you feel better knowing he was scared too. No, not scared. Nervous, Osamu had said. Oh, god, how were the two of you going to act when you saw each other?

"Hey, Y/N." You turned to Osamu just as he pulled into the driveway of probably the only gas station within a 50 mile radius. He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "You'll figure it out."

As you followed him out of the van to stretch out your legs, you could only hope that you would figure it out. Preferably before you had to see Kita.

You had, in fact, not figured it all out by the time you and Osamu reached your childhood home. Instead of thinking about your lack of a solution, you resorted to reaching under the dingy welcome mat and pulled out a plastic bag with a key inside. “Still here,” you said cheerfully, showing the dirty bag off to your friend.

Osamu rolled his eyes and waited as you fumbled with the key to the house and then eventually opened the door.

You peered into the dark corridor and slipped off your shoes before stepping onto the hardwood floor. “I called the electricity and water guy,” you muttered, dragging one of the suitcases behind you. You paused and then grabbed the handle, which extended, then let the suitcase’s wheels do the work for you. “Everything should be functional by the end of the day.” When you got to the end of the foyer, you gasped. “What…?”

The inside of the house was, contrary to your belief, not at all covered in a thick layer of dust like you’d expected. Instead, it looked almost exactly the same as when you had moved out from there.

Osamu trailed behind you, taking his cap off and scratching the back of his head. “To be honest, I forgot that this was happening. Everyone here didn’t want to see your house collect dust and fall apart, so they..." He motioned around him, your eyes following.

The tatami mats in the living room and your parents' bedroom were clearly cared for, otherwise there would’ve been the overwhelming scent of dust or mold. You could imagine the diligence it would’ve taken to clean them so regularly. And the furniture— you ran a finger along the top of the kotatsu and then looked at it; nothing. You’d have to move the kotatsu into storage since it wouldn’t make much sense to have it out right now; you only used it in the winter...

You drank in the rest of the house, mentally planning where to place things and what to rearrange to your own liking. "I'll get the other case you brought," Osamu muttered, sidestepping around you to reach the doorway. You barely noticed him leave as you crept to your own childhood bedroom, sliding open the shōji screen door.

…Huh. It didn't look any different from what you last remembered. You walked inside. You had your western-styled bed, which still had the furniture sliders under the legs to protect the tatami mats; the bookshelves along the wall with your favorite books and shōjo manga... You paused at the string of fairy lights strung above your dresser. Clipped onto them were photos from high school: you and Osamu proudly holding a double-tiered cake you'd made in home economics, you and a few of the other Inarizaki boys fooling around after practice, you with your parents in front of the school in your third year. You laughed to yourself while looking at them, recalling the moments in which the pictures were taken; back when Samu's hair was grey and Tsumu didn't know what toner was, back when your only responsibilities were as Y/N the assistant manager and co-class representative of 3-A.

You stared at the end of the string lights, where there was a picture missing. You knew what was supposed to be there, in that gap. You were unsure of where it had gone though, so you searched your entire bedroom, taking out all of the books in your shelves and turning them upside down, removing all of the drawers in your dresser and peeking inside the base. You scoured your belongings for a sign of where that photo could have been, but to no avail. 

"You looking for something?" Osamu pushed off of the doorway he'd been leaning on and peered over your shoulder. "I can try to help ya find it."

You shook your head, smiling. "No, it's okay. I lost something but it's not that important." You stood up and dusted yourself off, brushing your hands together. "We have some free time now that I don't have to clean up around here. What should we do?"

Osamu nodded, thinking to himself. "Well, we could go reacquaint you with your neighbors… or we could get to the farm early. It’s,” he checked his phone, “around 3 right now so we would have a couple hours to check out the entire farm. It’s big, so having too much time on our hands wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Uh…” You bit your lip and stared expectantly at Osamu. You make the decision.

He lifted an eyebrow incredulously, then said, “Alright, farm it is.”

You dropped your phone into your lap in disappointment, tempted to just throw it out of the window of Osamu’s van. Kuroo really is kind of useless, huh, you thought, staring out of the window glumly.

The sound of the tires hitting gravel road caught your attention and you looked out the front windshield. You sucked in a breath. You were here. At Kita’s farm. Or rather, you thought, Kita’s house. You had parked in the driveway of his home which overlooked all the fields. They were still somewhat of a muddy brownish color from how far away you were.

“Ready?” Osamu tried to look grim, knowing of your inner turmoil, but his glittering eyes said otherwise.

You exhaled and then nodded. “Yes.”

The two of you didn’t end up getting very far along the fields before Osamu ran into someone he knew, probably someone else working on the rice fields under Kita based on the way he was dressed. He wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and, somehow, long sleeved shirts and pants. Osamu smiled, greeting the man, “Koji.”

His recipient smiled too. “Osamu. How’s business in Tokyo? Still thinking of opening another shop in Osaka?” Koji motioned for him to follow him down the path in between the rice paddies, and he did, already lost in a conversation. You watched as another group of workers came towards the duo, and you heard laughing and cheering as Osamu talked to them.

Well, damn. Osamu had left you behind. You looked around and then checked your phone. You still had basically two hours to kill. “Ugh…” Should you just wait in the van for Osamu? What if Kita saw the van pulled up and approached it, though? You did NOT want to be alone with him, just the two of you. Plus it would be hot waiting in there. You pulled at the front of your t-shirt. At least there was a slight breeze every once in a while when you were outside.

Am I really going to do this? You looked up at the sky and shielded your eyes from the sun. It was already beating down on your shoulders and back. Sighing, you started in the opposite direction of where Osamu and the workers had gone. There seemed to be a lot of property, you thought, admiring the view. Although the rice paddies were still muddy, the view you had from this side of the farmhouse was stunning. In the distance were lines of trees so dense, and mountains even further away, just a faint silhouette smoothed against the sky. You imagined what it would look like when the rice was ready to be harvested, all green and heavy with the fruits of labor. 

A few days ago you’d thought absentmindedly that life had been kind to you, Kuroo, and Kenma. But now, looking around the serene landscape and close-knit community of workers, filled with a fresh green newness brought from only the spring, you wondered: maybe the years had been kind of Kita, too. 

Behind you, you heard dull rustling, and you turned automatically. You froze, stunned. Your mouth moved and formed words before you could even comprehend what it was you were saying.

“Kita?”

a/n: ohhh my goodness i had the worst experience with a karen yesterday and i never thought i would have to deal with one for some reason…. fuck you amy and i hope i never have to see your bitchass face again 

taglist (pm me to ask to be added): @papiibuprofen​, @duhsies, @succulentmom, @kenmaslov3r​​​, @introvertatitsfinest

some ~fun facts~ 

- ichiro the bodyguard/driver may or may not have shed a tear or two after y/n left. (i told you he was a big softie)

- he wanted to give you a hug goodbye but wasn’t sure if that would be overstepping 😔

- imagine samu loading the van with your luggage and pushing off the doorframe after previously leaning on it with his muscly arms and glorious tiddies… BEEFY SAMU SUPREMACY 🧎‍♂️

- one of osamu’s guilty pleasures is pop music 😭

- one of y/n’s fav things to do on social media is just go through atsumu’s public profiles and read the thirst comments 😭😭