#okay everyone go read it okay? okay. glad we got that covered

[sorunort]

i don't read fic too often, much less draw fic fanart unless its for friends, but !! i found human after all by @dunkalfredo and i keep thinking about it. aaaa cryptid sif... cryptid sif my best friend. we're gonna get you outta there buddy. please go check out the fic if you haven't yet :D

[viewerspookyhappenings]

okay buckle up chuckle fucks here is everything i remember from tonight (absolutely missing some stuff)

- before dan comes on he introduces himself over the speaker stating that he asked phil to do it and phil said no because he didn’t want to be sat behind a curtain for an hour

- dan comes on stage and stands in the big church plinth thing (iconic)

- he tells a story about how he went to a&e the day before yesterday because he had sore eyes. says phil was trying to get him to put eye drops in but he was being very dramatic so whilst on the phone to 111 phil knelt over him lying on the bathroom floor holding his eyes open to put drops in. dan then went to hospital to check it and everything’s fine (lol) he just needed some special eyedrops. phil did not accompany him and dan had to cross a dual carriageway on his own whilst not being able to see well (i doubt he will ever let it go)

- here is a diagram i drew on the way home to depict said event

- it is also giving this

- spoke about the butt chair. union chapel said they did not have any furniture for him to borrow so he had to bring his own - he bought the butt chair from his bedroom and a lil plant to decorate. said phil carried the plant to the car but made dan get the chair in the uber and then said “okay have fun at work sweetie” (this was said jokey but we died nonetheless)

- he then talks about pissyourselffordan trending and how he had to explain to harper collins what the actual fuck was happening on stan twt. apparently they were glad the fans were supportive and he has an engaged audience but they were not going to use the hashtag in the promo. called the whole scenario pissgate and the crowd chanted piss at him

- he was told there was wine and advertised wine before realising alcohol was not allowed in the church. he then got given a sprite and everyone screamed that it was piss

- talked about the book and the previous release, how weird covid was, talked about the photoshoot for the book cover and the graphic design. said he didn’t love the pics because they were super dramatic. someone shouted “it’s cunty” he replies: “oh it’s cunty is it?” then realises he said cunty in a church which was a big lol

- he then read the new chapters, several mentions of phil not being supportive and abandoning him at the hospital (he talked about phil a lot it was very sweet)

- then brought out dan’s slit (box used to put questions in before the show)

- the questions i can remember include but are not limited to:

- what was the weirdest position you wrote the book in: “cheeks out in an armchair curled up over my laptop, you might think your scrolling posture is okay now but when you hit thirty you will all be broken”

- fave comfort show: “the office - is the office a bit millennial? it isn’t as millennial as friends. ross being offended by a manny? that’s where my internalised homophobia is from”

- how has the gaming channel affected your mental health? A: he is finding it a lot more sustainable than before because of help with editing, but will see where it goes

- will he ever judge drag race: he didn’t want to when he was asked because he didn’t want to be exposed to more speculation about his sexuality at the time, same with strictly come dancing

- how do you cope with feeling lonely whilst surrounded by people: talked about how online friends are truly real friends and distance doesn’t have to determine friendship levels. says it is important to notice the friendships even that aren’t close

- i can’t remember the question but he said that phil has to remind him of some of the stuff that is in ywgttn when he struggles “i literally learnt the word catastrophising from your book dan come on”

- another tour? “do you guys want that” *screaming* “what would it be?” *dan and phil games screams* “well 👀👀”

- are we going to get more sister daniel: *everyone loses their minds* “maybe i should have done it for the church but it is far too exposing under the spotlight”

- did you work in the asda in Lower Earley: “what in the baby reindeer? yes i did”

- then went to the insta questions that were too inappropriate for the audiobook including

- piss

- will you wear wigs

- when will you wear wigs

- how long is your big toe “six centimetres - i don’t have a big toe im just a long person”

- pee pee poo poo time

- what were the other names for the book: “you will get through this was a bit cliche, you will get through this night? she is sexy and mysterious. at first we wanted to call it “you are messed up read this to fix your issues” but then realised the book was more serious in tone after it was finished so went with ywgttn instead”

- i genuinely can’t remember most of these i think i dissociated a lil at this point if anyone remembers please add

- then read the author’s note at the end of the paper back, talking about how lockdown impacted him and was a big scary thing and also how incredible it is to see people recommend it, find it useful, have therapists recommend it etc. “it is an honour to have created this”

- took a selfie with everyone

- someone gave him a bouquet of flowers and he said “aww you guys are so gay”

- then said “if you enjoyed seeing me in person… i’ll see you again very soon”

this is everything i remember off the top of my head so people please feel free to add what i have forgotten!!

and here are all the pics i got!!

[blkluci]

idk if your taking requests but i literally js read your mha boys seeing you fight and fell in love and i was wondering if you could do a part 3 with hawks, dabi, and iida or anyone else you’d like pls

𝒎𝒉𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚/𝒎𝒆𝒏 and you fighting pt.3...

CHARACTERS ) keigo tamaki, toya dabi todoroki, tenya iida.

PLOT ) a headcannon of the boy/men seeing you fight.

A/N ) thankk youuu anon for the request!! glad you've been enjoying it :) sorry it took so long to fill. i'm so happy that everyone is enjoying this series. lmk if y'all want me to do a different fandom! :3 my requests are always open, so don't be shy y'all <33

[ 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 ] hawks is a walking chick magnet—nopunintended. but he's he made that EXTREMELY clear in multiple interviews; he only wants you. so, it makes no sense when his random girl pushes up on him talkin' bout sum‰—"HE'S MINE." she followed you guys around for too long and hawks asked her to politely stop. when she insisted to not leave him alone, you intervened. didn't go to we for her according to him.

... you've been patient enough

... when she twisted her mouth to say something disrespectful you took off

... your fist connected with them nasty thin lips

... keigo's distress signals in his body weren't working properly

... he didn't know whether to pull you off her and cheer

-> "get In the paint!"

... his chants fuel the punches

... the girl tried the cover her face but your hulk hands still found it

-> "LOOK WHAT HAPPEN TO YOU NOW!"

... you was whoppin' her like you had real issue

... kei was really really amused

... but being that you guys were in public, he didn't want trouble for you

-> "okay baby, i think you got enough hits in."

... right before you let go off her bald head, you landed one for good measures on her nose

-> "DON'T LEMME SEE YOU AGAIN!"

... keigo was chuckling as he covered you guys with his wings and snuck away

... in the secluded area he admired your features

… your face was untouched but a bit of dirt on your shirt

-> "you did her real dirty babe."

-> "so?"

... he smirked

-> "she gonna have bruises for a while."

-> "her problem."

... damn

... that's kinda hot to him

... he chuckled

-> "so cruel. i love you."

… you gave a confused concerned face

… he didn’t care. judge him all you want!

… HE AINT ASHAMED

[ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ] toya hasn’t been with many women in his lifetime. but he’s been with one before you. he’s never mentioned it because he ain’t like her. so randomly, when she decided to take it upon herself and text him to leave you. mind you, he been blocked her on everything. he obviously doesn’t entertain, care nor does he want to or have to energy to deal with her. so he gave you the phone and you told her line it up.

… miss girl was BOLD

… she dropped that address with quickness

… so being an amazing and supportive boyfriend

… he took you to her

… as soon as the car pulled up you called her

-> “come outside, we not gon jump you.”

… dabi chuckled

… he sat on the car hood with his hands in his pants

… he made sure he pull out that phone too

-> “don’t beat her up too bad.”

-> “no promises!”

… shawty buss through the doors and ran up on you

… just to get kicked

… dabi almost fell out on the car

… you was putting beat to ahhhhh bruh

-> “ damn. damn. damn.”

… your hits echoed all down the dark street

-> “betcha won’t try it again!”

… dabi seen you fight before but not with typa anger and adrenaline

… your fist moving like lightning fast to her face

… you damn near pull her head off with how hard gripped her hair

-> “GET UP! GET UP!”

… next thing he know you pick her up like some WWE champion and body slam her

-> “OH!”

-> “DUMMY.”

… he didn’t know what to say but snaked his arm around your shoulder with a smirk

-> “where’d you learn that? how you know how to do that.”

-> “i’ll never tell.”

… he looks at you with a straight face

… them blue eyes damn near glowed in the dark

… like gojo

-> “you always doin’ that.”

-> “i love you too.”

… he rolled his eyes

… now he gotta go beat twice cause he knows he taught you that

[ 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 ] mr. idc-ima-tell really ain’t have no romantic past. he does however have haters. boys and girls but he’s mr. don’t-care! so guess what, he don’t care! but some people really be bold out here. just like this ragamuffin boy that try to fight him. so what’d you do? JUMP THE HELL IN! you like corbin fr. but what makes no sense is why this girl would jump in. yeah she got dealt with.

… iida really didn’t have much time to react he could only swing

… you watched with the boy put his booger hands on your pootie, you wasn’t having it

… you punch the random in the back of his fathead

… iida notice that the weigh was off him

… but then he see it’s you

-> “Y/N!”

… all of a sudden!

… some shawty doo-wop run up

… iida pulled the guy off you and punch him in the jaw

… boy got slumped

… you and the girl tho

… y’all still going!

-> “WHAT YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS!?”

-> “y/n! come on, let her go.”

-> “HELL NO! RUN UP AND STILL BEAT YOU !”

… poor girl was scattering on the floor like a roach

… you was giving her that work!

… twisted every way but sideways

… iida eventually pulled you back

-> “calm down, please. you’ve been her up.”

-> “MAKE SURE SHE DONT TRY IT AGAIN!”

… the girl was limping walking away

-> “she won’t! i’ll make a complaint to aizawa and principal nezu."

… he was livid , but he needed to make sure you were okay

… so he asked if you guys could have the day off

… ofc he was granted permission

… so yall went to eat and chat

Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you; I will help you; I will hold on to you with my righteous right hand. (‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41‬:‭10‬ ‭CSB‬‬)

[jjungkookislife]

New Year With You (M)

pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, light smut [18+]

summary: Ringing in the new year means saying goodbye to Grandmother Jeon, lots of alcohol, and a devastatingly handsome Jungkook.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol use/mention (body shots), implied smut (unprotected sex, hickeys, sexual thoughts/conversations), food mention, Tae is a flirt and Seokjin is shy about it, oc scratched the hell out of JK's back (with consent), teasing

a/n: thank you @btsgotjams27 for helping me again 💜💜

read home for the holidays

date: January 19, 2024

Grandmother Jeon had left early this morning with the Jeons and Parks in tow. She had pulled you into a tight hug as Dae loaded her suitcases into the trunk.

“You two have a good new year, and if I don’t see you before Spring Break, make sure to call,” Grandmother Jeon instructs as she releases you to hug Jungkook just as tight.

“And you,” she smiles. “Make sure you check the house out before you return to school. I’ll make arrangements for renovations if you want to change anything up. Do what you want with it, okay?”

“Yes, Grandmother Jeon. Thank you,” he says as he hugs her tighter, and she kisses his cheek before releasing him.

“Don’t get into too much trouble tonight while your parents are away,” Grandmother Jeon raises a brow. “I’m gonna be overseas, and your parents are going to be out of town so we can’t bail you out of jail.”

“I’ll keep him in check, Grandmother Jeon,” you promise as you wrap your arm around Jungkook’s waist. His sweater is thicker than yours, and the wind rattles you to the core, but your goodbyes are more important than a few chilly minutes.

“That’s what I like to hear, honey!” Minji laughs. “We’ve got to be tough with these Jeon men!”

“Mom!” Dae calls from the car as he shuts the trunk. “We’re all set.”

Minji smiles again. “You watch out for that Park boy, too. Jimin and that mouth of his. I’m sure I’ll be hearing about tonight from his grandmother. We’re gonna play shuffleboard and find us some dance partners before midnight! Don’t worry about me.”

“Get ‘em, Minji,” you giggle as you hug her one last time, promising to call soon. She waves as she links her arm with Jungkook’s as he walks her out of the house and toward the driveway where his parents wait for them. Luna is buckled in her seat, barking her head off when she finally spots her mother.

Across the street, Jimin is helping his grandmother get into his parents’ car. He waves when he spots you in the doorway, and you grin.

The eight of you had plans to spend the New Year together. The weather was still rough. Snow still covered the streets and you weren’t in the mood to be stuffed in a club like a sardine.

Jungkook had invited everyone over. Jimin, Joon, and Tae would probably walk home, and Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi would either sleep over or go across the street.

The plans for tonight involved games, alcohol, and plenty of food. The home was still decorated for Christmas, and Aera promised to put everything away once she returned. Before you could offer to help, Jungkook shook his head.

“Mom likes to keep them up a little longer. She decorates for Valentine’s Day and so on. We should come back for Halloween. You’d love it.” Jungkook smiled.

“I’m gonna miss her,” you tell Jungkook as he joins you on the front porch. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, kissing your cheek.

“Grandmother Jeon will be fine,” Jungkook assures you. “My parents will be back in a couple of days and then we can go look at the house.”

“It’ll be nice to party with Minji on Spring Break,” you giggle as you head back inside and shut the door after Jungkook. 

“If we can keep up,” he chuckles with a shake of his head. 

“I’m glad this all worked out, Koo,” you admit as you wrap your arms around his waist. He rubs your back as you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It soothes you. 

“Me too, baby. Otherwise, I would have waited until we got back to school to say something,” He giggles, his nose scrunching the tiniest bit. 

You smile, kissing the mole beneath his lip. “Come on, babe. We have the house to ourselves and a few more hours before our friends come over.”

“Oh, and how do you suggest we pass the time, baby?” Jungkook smirks.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say coyly as you walk two fingers up his broad chest. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

Your laughter fills the home as you take off running toward the stairs with Jungkook right behind you. His laughter and yours grow louder when he catches you and leads you to his bedroom, where you spend the next few hours wrapped up in each other. 

You shouldn’t stare.

You shouldn’t.

You’re not.

Honestly, you’re not.

But you so are!

“Are you part of some male dancer association?” you blurt, covering your mouth with your hands. You did not just say that!

Jimin cackles, shaking his head. “No.”

Seokjin smirks. “Hoseok picked our outfits.”

Your eyes look over at Hoseok, the menace. He smirks when you eye him up and down. He lowers his sunglasses to drown you in his dark look. Fuck, fuck, wow! 

“Don’t you look ravishing,” he comments as he sets his sunglasses on his head. “Gotta say, you look just as hot as I imagined.”

“Hoseok!” you giggle, shaking your head.

Hoseok shrugs. “It’s a nice dress. Still had the tags on when I found it in your closet.”

“Has Kook seen it yet?” Seokjin asks as he rakes his eyes over you. 

“Not yet,” you explain. “We decided to get ready separately.”

“Oh, he’s gonna die,” Jimin chuckles as he walks past you to the kitchen, where Yoongi finished cooking the food.

Alcohol fills the refrigerator and the counters. Jimin has a bottomless stomach when it comes to alcohol, and Tae always tries to keep up.

You’re excited to see Jungkook, but after the stunt Hoseok pulled, you’re not so sure you could handle it.

“Darling,” Jungkook calls from the stairs.

Hoseok chuckles as he watches you turn around slowly, gasping when you spot Jungkook. 

Jungkook’s dark hair is coiffed in a slicked-back manner. The blazer is too big for his frame, but the black mesh shirt hugs him in all the right places, showing off his taut chest and ripped abs. Silver jewelry adorns his ears, neck, and hand, but what you really love is the one pierced into his bottom lip. 

You swear your brain malfunctions as it does for SpongeBob when all he needs to remember is fine dining. You don’t think you could even remember your name right now if somebody asked because all you can think is how fucking hot your boyfriend looks. You don’t even think you’re breathing, your voice caught in your throat as your eyes take in every delicious inch of his body. 

Were you two alone, you’d have him beneath you already. His chest would get covered in your lipstick, and his cock would be inside you, making you cream around him as you bounced on him. 

Jungkook isn’t faring much better. The dress you’re wearing leaves little to the imagination. He’s breathless as he admires your radiance. The smile on your face is bashful but directed right at him. 

Jungkook should send Hoseok a personalized thank you note after this trip. Perhaps even a bouquet of peonies, freshly picked from a field they visited as children not too far from their home. He knows Hoseok wishes he had more time to make something for you. He’s very talented, and no doubt would create amazing clothing for each of you if given the chance. Jimin wore a suit made just for him, a gift for his birthday just a few months ago. 

Smirking, Jungkook takes the last step as he eyes the necklace sitting perfectly on your chest. It’s on a thin gold chain with his initial. There’s an accompanying one on your thigh that glimmers in the light when you move toward him, the slit on your dress dangerously high up, and your heels click on the floor as you meet him. 

“You look gorgeous,” Jungkook whispers when you grab his suit jacket. He notes how you bat your lashes, eyes sparkling when you look at him.

“And you look good enough to eat,” you respond, not noticing how your friends give you a moment alone. 

To be honest, Hoseok was a little worried you’d jump each other in front of everyone. You wouldn’t lie.  The thought had crossed your mind.

“Do I?” Jungkook smiles as he cups your face. His lips look very tempting as he toys with his lip ring. 

What you wouldn’t give to strip him naked where he stands. The thought alone sends a tingle down your spine as his fingers move downward to the necklace you’re wearing. 

“Perhaps there’s something I can do about that later on,” he whispers as he releases the initial and locks eyes with you. You blink, left breathless as his gaze locks you in place. 

Should you take him to his room? Forget all about the evening planned with your friends and welcome the new year tangled in sheets, his name on your lips, and his hands on your hips.

“If you guys are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Namjoon asks with a brownie in one hand and a champagne flute in the other. 

Jungkook chuckles as he steps away from you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to your friends in the kitchen. 

It’s no surprise that Jimin’s already got the alcohol open. Yoongi turns the stove off and moves a pot off of the eye before calling everyone for dinner. 

The dining room is filled with laughter. Joy spreads from one person to the next as the alcohol and fond memories flow. 

Taehyung and Yoongi suggest moving the party to the living room. The table gets cleared by Seokjin and a tipsy Namjoon, who’s had too many brownies and flutes of champagne. 

Hoseok has cleared the living room coffee table and set the liquor and glasses on it. Each of you has a different glass straw to not get confused, but you know you’ll end up sharing with Jungkook and possibly Jimin by the end of the night. 

The TV is on in the background, a show on mute as they prepare for the new year. The countdown flashes on the screen, still two hours away. 

Fireworks blast off outside from the neighbors and their kids. Despite the cold weather, gatherings still take place. 

Jimin smirks when you take a seat on the couch beside Jungkook. Your hand rests on his thigh, and Jungkook toys with the small chain on your leg. 

“How about we start with body shots?” Jimin suggests, feigning innocence when his eyes connect with yours. 

Jungkook scoffs. “As if, Park.”

Jimin chuckles. He knows Jungkook well enough to know when he’s pissed him off. 

“Don’t worry,” Seokjin giggles. “We won’t do it off your girl.”

“Already making him mad?” Yoongi asks as he sets down a bowl of perfectly cut limes for the tequila. Yoongi normally sticks to whiskey and Tae and Jimin love tequila. Hoseok and you loved cocktails, and Jungkook and Seokjin will have what’s available. Namjoon keeps a flute of champagne in his hand most of the night, sipping in between sweets. 

“Can we just drink already?” Taehyung pouts as he eyes the bottle of tequila sitting untouched on the coffee table. “Please?”

Everyone laughs as they open bottles. Yoongi sits in a recliner with a glass of whiskey in his hand as the music plays from a speaker on the mantel. 

Hoseok sits on the loveseat, a sketchbook in his lap as he watches you. He’d have to get your measurements later, perhaps in a few days or once you return to campus before the semester gets too busy for everyone. He’d like to make something for you and Jungkook. Perhaps matching outfits if time allows, but if not, matching accessories are just as good. After all, nothing is better than a gift given from the heart. 

An hour l and a half later, everyone is giddy and tipsy. Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon play cards on the floor. They grow louder, and curses and groans of dissatisfaction escape them when Seokjin lays down his winning hand.

Yoongi hums along to the song playing, and Hoseok puts the finishing touches on his sketch. 

Jungkook has shed his suit jacket, as have most of your friends. The fireplace roars brightly after getting started by Jungkook and Yoongi. 

Hoseok insisted everyone pose for pictures for his Polaroid camera, which caused Taehyung to ask everyone to pose for him. 

“Memories,” he had said with a stern look. “Precious memories that you will thank me for twenty years down the line when your kids ask how you spent your first New Year's Eve.”

It was hard to say no after that.

The countdown seems to fly by once you’re done taking photos. Jimin and Taehyung demand one more shot before heading outside to watch the fireworks and ring in the new year. 

“Oh, come on,” Jimin chuckles. “One body shot.”

You laugh. “I’ll do it off Koo if he’ll let me.”

Jungkook nods, eager to get your hands on his body. He’s been pretty tame due to company but he’s been eyeing you all night, wanting to get you alone to kiss you as much as he wants. 

He hopes he can see you in that dress again when both of you are completely sober. He clears his throat as he lies on the couch after removing his mesh shirt. He’s done a good job of covering the hickeys left on his torso from your past few romps.

 You kneel in front of him while Jimin shoves a lime wedge in Jungkook’s mouth. 

“Lick around his belly button,” Yoongi instructs with a cheeky grin. 

“You guys are the worst,” you grumble. 

“You can back out whenever,” Seokjin assures you. “No judgment.”

Taehyung’s nods. “I’ll do a shot off Seokjin next if it’ll help.”

“No,” Seokjin huffs. “The last time you let it go down into my underwear.”

Taehyung shrugs. “I would have gotten it.”

Seokjin blushes. “Shut up.”

“Can we do this before we miss the clock striking twelve?” Hoseok frowns. 

“Okay, okay,” Jimin says as you lick around Jungkook’s navel. Yoongi puts some salt around the circle and moves out of the way. 

“Come on, Seokjin,” Jimin says as he moves to the older man to get his shirt off. 

“Wait, you were serious,” he laughs as he takes his shirt off, and the friends get distracted for a moment while they tease him. 

You do your shot seamlessly, kissing Jungkook’s hip before moving toward the lime wedge. You grimace when it touches your tongue, and you spit it out into a napkin.

“Ugh, that never goes down easy for me,” you complain as you get on your feet. 

Namjoon and Yoongi have left to fill flutes with champagne in the kitchen while Seokjin put his shirt back on. 

“Get your coats on,” Taehyung claps as he starts handing coats to your friends. Jungkook gets off the couch, turning around to grab his shirt when your friends freeze, and you cover your face with your hands. 

“Geez,” Jimin said your name in between bouts of laughter. “Did you have to maul him?”

“Oh, lord,” you murmur into your hands as your face grows hot. 

“What?” Jungkook asks as he puts his shirt back on and then his jacket. 

“Keep your shirt on around your parents,” Taehyung giggles.

“Unless you want them to see the claw marks on your back,” Seokjin cackles as he leads his friends toward the door. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, mortified. “Does it hurt? Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Darling, it’s fine,” Jungkook assures you. “I asked for it, remember? I kept asking you to do it harder and harder?” 

You bite your lip, nodding. Jungkook grins, kissing your lips. 

“Maybe tomorrow we can do it again?” Jungkook kisses your cheek as he leads you to the door to get your coat. He helps you into it before you join your friends on the porch. 

Jimin hands you a flute, and Yoongi hands one to Jungkook. 

Hoseok nearly jumps in his spot as he counts down from thirty. 

Giddiness fills your body as you look at your friends. When all of this first started you never imagined feeling joy like this. True friendship that would last a lifetime surrounded you; and included you. 

Jungkook’s hand goes to your hip as he pulls you closer. The wind is brutal but the fireworks burst with color in the air, and their beauty makes being cold worth it. 

“3! 2! 1!”

“Happy New Year!”

You smile brightly as you raise your flute with your friends, taking a sip before Jungkook’s lips are on yours. 

A new year, a new chance to make wonderful memories with the man beside you. 

Nothing could be better than this. 

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Cover Me In Kisses, Dear

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta takes care of you when you’re sick

Masterlist

“Achoo!”

“That’s the third sneeze this hour.” Peeta gasped and lowered the book he was reading.

“Hey. Stop counting my sneezes.” You pointed at him with a playful warning. He set his book down and moved from his couch onto your couch with a cheeky smile.

“I can’t. I’m bored and I have nothing else to count.” He said as he tried to push your book down.

“Go count the flowers outside if you’re bored.” You replied and brought your book back up to your face.

“Why would I do that when I’d have to take my eyes off you?” Peeta asked and pushed your book down again. You playfully rolled your eyes and let him push your book down. Your head was felt it was full of cotton so you weren’t paying attention to the book anyway.

“You know, you can be really cute when you want to be.” You said before erupting in a coughing fit. Peeta patted your back to help you through it until you were done.

“I knew it.” He sighed. “You’re sick.”

“I’m not sick.” You said and rubbed your red nose.

“Yes you are. You must’ve caught a cold from not wearing your mittens.”

“Please. I can’t have the mitten argument again.” You pleaded and rubbed your aching head.

“We’re gonna have the mitten argument again because you still refuse to wear the mittens my mom made you when you go hunting.”

“Because I can’t use my fingers when I have mittens on. And I need my fingers to use my bow.”

“Too bad. It’s the price you have to pay if you don’t want a cold. You didn’t pay it and now look at you. You’re all sniffly and sick.” Peeta pointed out. You laughed at the same silly argument filling your home and leaned into Peeta’s side.

“I’ll wear em next time if it means that much to you.” You told him.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You covered his lips with your hands and pushed his face back.

“I don’t wanna get you sick.” You smiled sympathetically.

“That’s a very good point. I definitely shouldn’t kiss you.” Peeta agreed and got off the couch to give you space.

“I agree.” You nodded and eyed him suspiciously.

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Peeta said as he strolled around the couch. You knew he was up to something and it was confirmed when he bent over the couch and grabbed your face to kiss you. He climbed over the couch and smothered you with kisses. You laughed and tried to push him off of you but he was too strong.

“Peeta.” You whined. “You’re gonna get the sniffles.”

“It’s worth it if I get to kiss my girl.” Peeta said as he kissed both your cheeks.

“You won’t be saying it’s worth it when you’re up all night because you can’t breathe out of your nose.”

“Maybe so.” He chuckled and then leaned down to kiss you slowly.

“No. No more kisses. You’re gonna get so sick.” You groaned and pulled out of the kiss.

“It’s okay. We can be sick together.” He insisted and kissed you again.

“How fun.” You laughed between kisses. Peeta kissed your face all over before pulling back.

“I have an idea.” He smiled excitedly.

“What’s your idea?”

“I’m gonna take care of you today. Like how you take care of everyone else.”

“That’s okay, P. You don’t have to do that.”

“Please?” He asked. “I want to. You always take care of me.”

“You have things to do. Don’t worry about me.” You waved your hand and got off the couch. Peeta got up as well and wrapped his arms around you.

“The only thing I have to do today is take care of my baby.” He said as he lifted you off the floor. He tossed you back into the couch and was quick to trap you under a wool blanket.

“You can’t keep me here. I won’t be your prisoner.” You joked as you struggled to get out from under the blanket.

“Yes you will. Good luck breaking out. I’ve mastered the art of tucking in.” Peeta said and tucked you in on all sides. You easily got out of the blanket and got off the couch.

“Stop it. Let me take care of you.” He whined and chased after you. You ran away from him and ended up in your bedroom. Just when you thought you lost him, he tackled you into the bed. You both laughed and he covered you in kisses once more.

“This was my master plan all along. To get you in bed.”

“Oh?” You smiled and raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that.” He blushed. “I want you to rest. And I’m gonna take care of you all day.”

“It’s hard to let people take care of me.” You admitted.

“I know, sweetheart. But maybe today can be your test run?” He suggested.

“Maybe. What did you have in mind?”

“You’re gonna take a nap. And when you wake up, the air is gonna smell really good. But for a secret reason.” He said as he got off the bed.

“Is the secret reason that you’re gonna bake me something?” You asked as you got under the covers.

“Shh. It’s a secret.” He said and pressed his finger to your lips. You rolled your eyes playfully as Peeta turned off the lights.

“Get some rest.” He whispered and kissed your forehead.

When you woke up an hour later, there was a vase beside your bed filled with flowers from the garden. You smiled and sat up to smell the flowers before noticing the piece of paper beside them. Peeta has sketched a drawing of you sleeping and left it there for you to find. You smiled at his attention to detail just as you heard a knock at the door.

“Come in.” You told him.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Peeta smiled as he walked into the room.

“You were right. The air does smell good.” You said as he sat down on the bed.

“Could it be because I baked something?” He asked coyly.

“Aw. What did you make?” You asked him. He kissed your temple before running out of the room. When he returned, he had a loaf of bread on a cutting board.

“I made your favorite.” He said proudly and sat back down on the bed.

“Lemon poppy seed bread?” You smiled in excitement as he cut you a piece.

“What can I say?”he shrugged. “I know my girl.”

“It’s delicious. Thank you so much.” You said with a mouthful of bread.

“Of course. See? Isn’t it nice to be taken care of?” He asked as he put his arm around you.

“Maybe.” You slyly admitted.

“Good. Now how does your throat feel?”

“A little scratchy.”

“Oh no. I’ll be sure to let the doctor know of your condition.” Peeta chuckled and got off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I was gonna put the kettle on so you can have some tea.”

“But then you’ll leave again.” You whined and pulled him back by the hand.

“I thought I was supposed to be the clingy one in this duo?” Peeta laughed as he fell onto the bed. You wrapped around him with your arms and legs to keep him from leaving again.

“You still are. We just switched today.” You said into his ear. Peeta laughed again and hugged you back and you both settled under the covers.

“I like when you’re clingy.” He said before kissing you. You went quiet when you heard this and he noticed.

“What’s wrong?” He wondered.

“I just feel bad that I’m not as good at showing love as you are.” You admitted without looking at him.

“What?” He laughed. “What do you mean?”

“You did so much for me today. And everyday. I’ve never been able to show how I feel the way you can. If you were the sick one, I would’ve done the medicine and rest route. Not the lemon poppy seed bread and kisses route.”

“I know how you feel about me, sweetheart.” Peeta assured you. “I don’t need you to write a poem or paint me a picture.”

“But you do those things and it makes me feel loved. I feel bad that I’m not good at doing the same for you.”

Peeta rolled on top of you and moved the hair out of your face so that he could look into your eyes. You stared into his and he smiled a little.

“Every night before I get into bed, I kick my boots off and leave them on the floor. But when I wake up, they’re neatly waiting for me next to the doorway. I would be tripping over them every single day if someone wasn’t moving them for me.”

“Moving your shoes is hardly showing love.” You insisted.

“Well what about this? You reorganized the cabinets so I don’t have to search through them all when I’m baking something. Everything I need is in the cabinet to the right of the stove.”

“Because you’re right handed.” You smiled to hear that he noticed what you had done.

“Exactly. And you always say my food is good even when I try a new recipe and it comes out bad.”

“I still can’t taste basil after that tomato bread you made.” You chuckled at the memory.

“I know you can’t. And that’s why I haven’t been using it lately.”

“Oh yeah.” You realized. “Thanks for that.”

“Just because we show our love in different ways doesn’t mean one is better. And it definitely doesn’t mean I can’t feel how much you love me.” Peeta said in a soft voice. You stared into his eyes for a minute before leaning down to kiss him. Peeta quickly moved his head to dodge your kiss.

“What?” You wondered as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t wanna get sick.” He replied before breaking into a smile. You rolled your eyes as he covered you in kisses once more.

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I'm just curious since I absolutely adore all your trans Ed fics, what made you read Ed as being trans? Is it more of a personal headcanon since we tend to see ourselves in fictional characters, or did you notice some tiny detail on the show that made you think so?

Oh my friend, I'm so glad you ask.

The cool thing about reading Ed as trans, I think, is that you do not even have to squint to do it. Literally you need to change exactly nothing, and this read suddenly adds a lot of nuance and additional juicy layers to his story and his journey with masculinity.

Ed's whole deal with masculinity, precisely exactly all of it, makes him feel so much like a trans guy who never outgrew the "I need to be hypermasculine so I pass" phase, fitting that read so precisely that given there are trans writers on the OFMD team I would be absolutely SHOCKED if at least some of it wasn't intentional. Every single trans guy I know has been through a version of this, where you come out and you know you're a man but you need everyone else to know, too, and so you lean very hard into masculinity to make damn sure you pass. And not just pass, but pass perfectly. Ed is forcing himself into such a heavy ideal of masculinity that it feels artificial; he needs to make sure everyone sees him as this perfect ideal of a masculine man that he cannot possibly live up to because no one could.

Certainly, parts of Ed's hyper-masculine presentation seem to be things that genuinely make him happy and bring him joy. That's important. Ed's happy to be a man, the problem is that he's trying to force himself into such a narrow idea of masculinity that it's stifling him. It's preventing him from enjoying more ""feminine"" things that he genuinely loves, because he's terrified of being seen as less of a man for it, and people like Izzy reinforce the idea that if Ed fucks up in his performance of masculinity, he's going to be in danger because of that. It's very real, and the added juiciness from reading Ed as trans adds so much to the great story that's already there, I think. There's this additional element of Ed knowing he's a man but needing to make sure everyone else could never doubt it, there's an additional perceived danger to slipping up, there's a sort of jealous admiration for guys like Stede who seem, at least on the surface, so much more comfortable with a different type of masculinity that Ed wishes he could have more of.

And on top of that, there's just a lot of other little additional things, like:

Ed making his beard his whole brand, it just screams beard dysphoria and "no one could ever claim I'm not a man because the beard is my whole THING."

Something about his relationship with his name, and how hard he has to try to get people like Izzy to call him by his name in front of others

The way Ed is dehumanized when he dares to step outside a very safe, masculine gender presentation - it's why Izzy saying "this thing you've become" when Ed is wearing a robe and painted nails hits so hard for me, I think

Okay. okay. listen. You know the scene where Ed makes CJ whip him in the balls. Listen. Ed baby. It just SCREAMS "people here don't know I'm trans and I don't know how much getting hit in the balls should ACTUALLY hurt so I'm gonna lay it on really really thick just to be safe"

There's a lot to be said about Ed and his clothing in a lot of directions, but I'm gonna leave it at how he's really figured out a safe set of clothing that works for him and consistently allows him to be read as this super masculine guy, and he's scared to step away from that. Also, I really like imagining the full-fingered gloves at the end of s1 as a way to cover up the nail polish on his fingernails until it wears off.

I think it's very sweet that Ed tends to be very private when talking about his personal and sex life with others, but a very, very easy explanation for how that got started is he just doesn't want to go around sharing personal details about his body with people!

Yeah. A trans read of Ed is so shockingly easy, fits so well, and adds so much to his journey, frankly I'm amazed it's not more common.

[silent-stories]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: You visit Eddie at the hospital after the demobats incident.

Warnings: just fluff

You peeked into the dark hospital room with a smile on your face, trying to hide the horrible sensation you'd been feeling relentlessly for the previous few hours, waiting for a doctor or nurse to come out to tell you if Eddie was going to be okay. If he was still alive.

You were really scared that he could have died, that you would lose him and you never thought you could feel this way about someone you've known for so little time.

"Hey" You said walking into the room towards his bed. He was wearing one of those awful sort of dressing gowns that hospitals usually supplied, part of his face was covered in scratches and he had a tired expression drawn on his face. Even if you couldn't see it, you were sure that his torso and chest were covered in bloody bandages. "How are you feeling?"

Stupid question, maybe, but "I'm so glad you're alive I could cry right now" seemed too profound.

He looked smaller than usual, without his leather jacket and jeans with chains, more vulnerable without the clothes to helped him keep up the tough guy facade. Some people would say he looked less scary that way but Eddie never looked scary to you.

"Good enough for someone who almost died" he replied when his big brown eyes landed on you, an almost surprised expression painted on his face "You stayed."

"Of course I stayed" You said "we all stayed but then it got really late and the kids had to go home and they needed someone to drive them, so now Steve is also a chauffeur as well as a babysitter."

"Late? What time is it now?" He asked and you caught on to the fact that he had no idea how long it had been since he lost consciousness.

"It's almost four."

"In the morning?" he asked incredulously. You nodded.

"Jesus Christ Y/N, go home, please, I-"

"I haven't waited all these hours for you to send me home, Munson." You cut him off in a tone a little too harsh. You absolutely didn't want him to think he was a burden, you stayed because you wanted to be there for him. You had the impression that not many people were there for him, usually.

"Can I sit?" You asked then, softening a bit and pointing to the space next to him on the bed, he just nodded before silence fell between you.

You're sure at some point you let out a sigh of relief, after all that had happened you were grateful to know that Eddie was going to be okay and that everything was going to be fixed, somehow. Now that Hopper was back you were sure that if you and your friends explained the whole situation to him he would help you and be able to prove that Eddie was innocent.

"Can I ask you something?" he said after a few moments.

This time it was you who nodded.

"Why are you still here? I mean, you stayed even after everyone left, you're still covered in blood, you must be really tired and dying to sleep. So why did you stay?" He asked looking down, playing with the rings on his fingers.

You sighed. "We're friends. I care about you. I didn't want you to be alone when you woke up. After everything that's happened to you lately, you don't deserve to be alone. You didn’t even before."

He just looked at you like you were something weird or saying the craziest thing he's ever heard.

"We are friends." he muttered, repeating your words as if you had said nonsense.

"Of course we are." You tried to read his expression but you couldn't figure out where he was trying to say.

Didn't he want you to be friends or wasn't he used to people treating him like one? Had anyone even told him they were his friends? Did anyone ever tell him he wasn't a freak and didn't deserve even half of the bad things that had happened in his life? you find yourself thinking.

"Yeah, sure. I'm sorry. It's just that it's weird you know? A few days ago I never thought that a girl like you could even talk to someone like me and then everything happened and now you're here at tell me we're friends. It's weird, but it's- it's cool. Really. I'm glad you are here, Y/N." He finished the sentence with a chuckle.

You weren't exactly one of those considered "popular" at school, but certainly no one ever stopped you in the hallway to yell insults or you never found the words "freak" and "murderer" engraved on your locker.

Did Eddie really think you wouldn't be on his side just because he was considered one of the "outcasts"?

"No, you're right." You replied "I wouldn't talk to someone like you because there's no one else like you, Eddie. That's why I like you. The way people in Hawkins talk about you isn't fair. You are not mean or scary. You are not bad. Bad at school yes, but a bad person? No way. And you also almost died to save our asses."

He laughed and looked down. "It was metal though."

You couldn't help but smile and shake your head at his comment. "It was. But never try to do something like that ever again."

"Thanks Y/N." He added then.

"For what?"

"For everything. For being my friend. For staying."

You just nodded and reached out to grab his hand, his rings were a little cold against your skin, but you didn't really mind because as soon as you did that, a smile appeared on his lips.

Silence fell between you again -and probably also in all the rest of the hospital given the time- but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was calm, pleasant and somehow intimate.

The last thing you remember before sleep overtook you is Eddie's hand lazly playing with your fingers and yours drawing imaginary circles on the back of his.

"You think... that they're like together-together?" Mike asked Dustin the next day. Both were in front of the hospital bed, watching you and Eddie sleep next to each other. Eddie's arm was around you to hold you close to him, like he was afraid that if he didn't you'd disappear.

"Nah, they're just friends." Dustin answered with a note of doubt in his voice. He was a little mad at you for not calling to tell him Eddie was fine, but maybe now he understood why you didn’t. You and Eddie were like him and Suzie, just more disgusting.

"Mh, I'm not sure. Friends don't act like that, man."

[vlassk]

Keeper

A/n a short fic just to keep the story moving. I've had a lot to do before the Halloween holiday, so i haven't been writing as much as i wished. I also work a lot and I often get home super tired

After learning of Stanleys past with Ford y/n decides she wont be getting close with the twin. But finds it difficult as Ford is just so damn cute

Warning: age gap, angst, 18+ NSFW Swearing. Pervy Ford.(lmk if i missed any) not proof read as i no no wanna

The kids and stanley finally came home. A tired Stan sat on the couch, You and Ford hear the ruckus upstairs. Slowly getting up to greet everyone. Straighting your clothes out before you went up.

"What have you guys been up to today?" Stanley looks up to you, taking a sip of some soda he made dipper get him.

"Work" Ford speaks, going to make himself more coffee.

"Yeah, todays been a slow day. Even my work sucks. " You sit on the next couch.

"Hey, i assigned those.." Ford turns around as he chuckled, getting a cup.

Stan sighs and leans back.

"How was your time Stan?" You look over the man who only gets more relaxed.

"Wellllll to start off -"

You continue to listen. Eventually, Ford came to sit down as well, listening to the adventure they all went on. "i should have gone. It sounds like a good time." You laugh

"What, that means i would have done all my work alone." Ford laughs as well. Hurt you'd leave for such a chaotic adventure.

" You said the day was slow "

"Slow still means there's work. Just not that much. " Ford scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. Standing up "well in going to bed, for once, i think, I'll sleep at a decent time." he walks away awkwardly, going to put the code in the vending machine and going downstairs. You both stare at him. Laughing at Fords stiffness. After a while of watching Stans show, he gets up and heads to bed. Giving your head a pat before leaving. You sneak to the basement. I'm wondering if Ford is really asleep, and of course, he wasn't. Ford sat at his desk, working on adding to the journal.

"Ford?" You watch as he jumps, quickly turning around. You laugh, walking towards him.

"What is it?" He looks up at you. Slowly picking his glasses back up. A small pink shade on his face

"You said you'd sleep..early," you rub fords back. I'm leaning over to see his work.

"Ahh, but this needs to get done.. I'll sleep soon, okay?" You sigh. Shutting the book. He looks up at you, confused. You try and lift the man up. He gets the idea and stands up. Letting you drag him away. He pulls back when he sees you heading for the stairs.

You turn around quickly, putting your finger to his lips before he can say anything. You smile and continue to guide him. Going through the living room and upstairs again to your small room. You slowly shut your door, and when you turn around, Fords face is red as he sits on your bed.

"Whats up, Ford?" you whisper.

"I feel like a teenager... this is ridiculous. I'm should go back to my room." Ford rubs the back of his neck. Looking around the room.

"Well, we are both tired, so too late to go all the way down?" You continue to whisper. Ford following as well. Your small conversations filled the room as he watched you change into pajamas. You toss Ford some clothes that you stole from him. His eyebrow raised as he changed, too. A smile on his face as he sits back into your bed. You join him, getting cozy under the coveres.

"So... about stopping Bill." Ford runs his 6 fingers around your back.

"I've got no clue. He seemed to not really know me. He probably thought i was so insignificant he ignored me when i saw Bipper..." You sigh, hugging onto Ford. He sighs as well. Running his hand through his hair.

"How could he ignore someone like you, i mean, I'm glad he did. But i can't understand it, he picked me of all people. Saw my Brilliance but ignored yours... " Ford pushes the falling hair of yours aside. Looking at your face. He kisses your forehead, going back to hold you, falling asleep as you both hold each other.

As the window shines light on you both. Ford slowly gets up. Gathers his changed clothes and leaves, slowly shutting your door. He turns back around, sighing and going to get ready in the nearby bathroom. Once he's done, he leaves sighing at the work he has for the day.

"Uh-hem.." A small cough was heard.

Ford once again jumps slightly. Turning around quickly only to see Stanley

"Up early," Ford furrows his eyebrows. Getting ready to leave.

"Woke up. Usually, Y/n pretty loud. The kids wouldn't be awake after a long day yesterday... only leaves You" stanley grunts waving Ford off

"Well. There's only one bathroom open to everyone -"

"Why are you up hear so early...fleeing something poindexter...or someon-"

"Shut up, Stanley. You dont know shit. " Ford looks at Stan.

"No... no, you don't know anything. Y/ns a good person, she didn't have anyone when she moved here...i didn't have anyone. I know she likes you, and i already what you think about her"

"Whats your point?"

"My point is. Don't hurt her. Could you do that? Jeez, we are worried about Bill, we've seen what happened to Fidds, and im asking you if you Both Do This, will you actually love her?!" Stan gets more aggravated. Ford pushes him back into his room. Covering his mouth as he kicks the door shut.

"What the hell are you doing?" Stanley gasped as he is pushed onto his bed.

"She could hear you," Ford sighs. Pinching the bridge of his nose.

" I have work to do...i dont have time for this." Ford turns around, beginning to open the door. "Trust me, Stanley. I won't hurt her. I wouldn't even think of doing that, " Ford leaves. Allowing Stanley to get up and start the day.

Letting Soos in as they prepare for the shift. Along with them overing the Twins talk about their birthday. You had a late morning. Rushing to get ready as the Twins hogged the bathroom. Heading downstairs to begin your work. Ford smiles at you. As you start. Minutes pass as you notice Ford had left. You hear a loud bang upstairs and someone screaming for Dipper. You quickly run up seeing Ford talk to Dipper. Cooling off his face. You sigh, watching as mable grabs two bags. Telling Dipper he should go on the mission. Ford rushes the boy and walks towards you. Pulling you into the now empty room.

"Do you mind if i take him? I know i usually take you. Or both of you but, its needed. " Ford holds your hands.

"Gosh, of course. Be safe, okay? I'll stay back and help mable. Or maybe actually work on those blueprints... hmm, " you hold your chin thinking. Ford looks around and quickly kisses you. Beginning to walk away. He shoots you wink, and before you can pull him in for a second kiss, Dipper runs out. Chasing Ford and holding his head. Soos takes mable to the towns high school. I'm leaving you to get pulled into working with Stan.

"Ya knowww, I've actually got Blueprints to draw up for For-"

"Shut up," stan laughs. "You're my friend, not Fords. Prioritize me. " Stan steadily places his hat on, fixing his suit.

"Ahh, fine, i guess working upfront is a step up from creating Blueprints. So far, he's just making me design stuff and having me fact-check stuff. Sometimes, we will go on adventures to study new creatures. But after we have to write everything, " you sigh, going to stock more snacks.

"Well. If you ever need a break your good friend Stanley would love to work with you again...he misses the lunch with you" he sighs. Looking at the cash register. Your heart throbs a bit as you look at your Firend.

" No amount of work could turn me away from my only best friend. You've been there for me, thick and thin, old man. " You both smile at each other. Going back to work.

Stanley goes to comfort mable. You watch as she runs upstairs. As she previously burst through the door. No usual Hello or Hi

As the hours pass, you see Dipper and Ford walk through the door. Scratches and Holes on his Coat. He looks tired as Dipper gets himself clean.

" i said, be careful!" You rush Ford to the basement. Getting your aid kit.

"It was a good time... i have something to talk to you about" Ford smiles watching as you slowly strip him to clean his wounds.

"Okay. What is it? " You start the help the bruised man

"I want Dipper to stay. Once summer ends, i can teach him everything i know." He winces slightly at the cuts being cleaned." I'm getting old Y/n, and i love adventuring with you, but. I want to keep this in the family. I want Dipper to lead this all someda-" he winces again as you put pressure on the mans cut. You hold his face, making him look up to you.

"What about Mable?"

"She's smart. And magnetic, she will be fine, i know it. " Ford slowly removes your hand from his aching face.

"What about me..." You look down at his lap. Ford frowns. But pulls you closer.

" If you allow it. I always want you by my side, it would be nice for... another Twin Pines to know my knowledge and pass it on. Cmon, what do you think. You could even teach him some of your knowledge. Seeing all that you can do, Hed be lucky to have tou teach him. " Ford watches you smile. You pull him in for a deep kiss. Sighing and nodding, then going back to cleaning the mans wounds and bandaging them up.

You help him get dressed. As much as he wanted to keep the clothes coming off. You both had to get back to work. You continue to rewire things as he cleaned up along the machines. Dipper walks in and sighs.

"Let me guess. Mable didn't take it well?" Ford sighs.

"I--i don't know maybe I'm making the wrong decision. I need to think about this." Dipper fights with himself. You look over slightly only to accidentally burn through your iron.

"Dipper, right now, we need to focus on the mission." Ford comes down from his ladder.

"Now cmon. I got the glue. Y/ns got the loud soldering! Hand me the rift and lets make history" Ford gets the tablet with the purple Goop, you slowly look up from the zapping.

Dipper pulls out mables' birthday invite, looking up concerned

"Oh no, the rift!" He panics. You stand up looking towards Ford as the world shakes. You three run outside. Seeing the Sunset darken as a Split goes across the Sky

"We're too late.." Ford looks up."It's the end of the world, " you watch as Bill laughs. Static and lightning zapped through the air. Ford reaching for your hand.

[w-wolfhard]

hi would u write for rodrick heffley? i’m living off of crumbs lmaoooo

paring : rodrick heffley x f!reader.

warning(s) : none.

a/n : yall oh em gee i havent been on tumblr in so long holy shit😭 missed y'all😪 also i'm writing f!reader cus thats what im used to but if ya need me to write it differently i could try and do so 🫡🫡

in which y/n & rodrick try to bake cookies for a thanksgiving party but fail horribly.

it was thanksgiving weekend and rodrick's family next door was throwing a party. everyone had to bring a dish if they wanted to enter, so there you were; in your house next door, trying to bake a batch of last minute cookies with rodrick.

he pulled out the cookie dough from the fridge, slapping the package on the counter, "soooo.." he sighed. "do you know how to do this?" rodrick questioned, looking at the package of cookie dough as if it were a question from his previous math test.

"sure i do!" you said hesitantly. "you just have to– i dunno." you sighed as well.

"well okay.. that's fine. that's alright! neither of us know how to bake fucking cookies but that's decent!" he tried to be enthusiastic but he just sounded stupid.

"rodrick no, we're being fucking dumb. we don't even have to make the cookie dough. how are we gonna fuck this up if the cookie dough is already made?!" you rambled, slapping the cookie dough.

"i don't know man! it's you and i, and we could never cook!"

"we've never even tried cooking, dumbass!" you slapped your forehead. "y'know what, directions exist for a reason; let's read the directions." you told him, taking a deep breath.

"nuh-uh! directions are for babies, y/n. we're highschoolers, we can do this without that dumb shit." he scoffed.

"yeah, we're highschoolers that don't know how to bake cookies," you bit the inside of your cheek. "if you don't wanna read the directions then be the director! go on, i'll follow."

"fine! then i will," he folded his arms. "why dont we just roll up the cookie dough into a ball, place it on a paper plate then pop it in the oven?" he said proudly. "ya ever thought of that smartass?"

"i'm glad i haven't, 'cause what in the world kind of plan was that. you sound like a kindergartener rodrick." you narrowed your eyes at him and he looked at you offended. "seriously?! a big ball of cookie dough, on a paper plate, in the oven? we'll blow up or something!"

"will not!" he argued.

"gosh, i'm dating someone insane," you muttered.

"well do you got a better plan? 'cause if you do, i'd like to hear it." rodrick scoffed.

"how 'bout we, i dunno, read the directions?"

he groaned, giving in. "fine. just so we can get this over with so we could finally feast back at my house."

you chuckled and picked up the package, reading what it says; step #1 – get a trey. step #2 – put small pieces of dough onto the trey. step #3 – bake the cookies in the oven at 350° for 10-12 minutes. step #4 – take them out let them sit for a bit & feast on your cookies!

"that's basically what i said—"

"that's the complete opposite of what you said." you cut him off, shaking your head. you both did as the directions said; rodrick handed you the trey and you covered it with parchment paper while rodrick was preheating the oven. you and rodrick made small balls of dough together and placed them on the trey, spaced out good enough.

once they finished doing all that, rodrick popped the trey of cookies into the oven and closed it. once they finished, they pumped their fists in the air, celebrating. "woohoo! we so just did that!" you gave him a high five.

"definitely! i can't wait for them to be done!"

"yup, then we can finally go to your place and feast on the funnel cake your mom made." you licked your lips.

you both cheered and went over to the couch in your living room and watched tv. you guys were so indulged in the movie that was playing that you forgot about the cookies. except the smell reminded the both of you. "rodrick! the cookies!" it's definitely been over 10-12 minutes since you guys last popped those in the oven.

"fuckfuckfuck" rodrick hurriedly took out the cookies which looked burnt but still looked edible. you both sighed, "well we tried?"

"did we rodrick, did we?"

"yes we did." he nodded slowly. " atleast that's what we'll tell them," he chortled, grabbing two paper plates and stacking the cookies on it neatly, he made his way to the front door while you followed. he handed you one of the plates, as he unlocked the front door, "after you m'lady."

"never call me that again," you both laughed and he shut the door behind him locking it. he picked a cookie from the top of the stack, "cheers to shitty cookies on thanksgiving?"

you chuckled and grabbed the cookie on the top of your stack, "cheers to shitty cookies on thanksgiving." you clinged your cookies together and then took a bite.

god were they burnt.

you both forced yourselves to choke it down. "i'll stick to your mom's funnel cake." you sighed as rodrick unlocked his front door.

"yeah same."

susan answered with a grin, "hello y/n! come in, come in!" she stared down at your cookies and her grin morphed into a different look, "are those edible?" she motioned to the cookies in your guys' hands.

"well yeah, but i advise that you don't eat them. leave it to the little ones to chow it down." you snorted and rodrick nodded in agreement.

[doppiodrips]

that mean dom kyo was delicious thank you for the juice and oh lawd a 4some with the moon bros??? i think i will ascend. just- ugh all holes filled?? please please please i wanna read it please make it 🙏🙏🙏

Glad you enjoyed it! ALSO YEAAAA 4SOME MOONBROS Also Aster cross dresses in this, bcs sucking someone's dick with their skirt up is hot idc what anyone says. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ILUNA was hosting an event that all the students were outside attending, they often don't get the chance to go outside onto the massive field to compete against their fellow student body, but no one seemed to notice that their top students were missing. Only person who knew about what they were up to, was you. Everyone knew you four were a thing, but they also didn't know you were the infamous moon bros cocksleeve, ready to please them in whatever way they wanted, and today was one of those days, as the three men have been so stressed as of recently, and you were such a good way to relieve stress! Ren was behind you, fully inside your ass and fucking you at a merciless pace. His was different from the other two, his cock had a bunch of patterns that made every moment like this all the more addictive. "You take it so well.. you really are a slut" He said through the slaps of him fucking you. As much as you wanted to try to deny it to remain some shred of pride, you couldn't respond as you were taking down Aster's cock in your throat, every time you would take more in your throat his skirt would graze against your face.

"M-mm.. h-hahh... your so pretty like this you know? You can take so much more though!!" He gripped your hair and pulled you down further, you moaned against him which caused him to grip your hair even more. "Aww look!! Your cock is dripping!! Don't make such a big mess okay? We don't want others to know what a dirty little whore you are for us!!". All that did was push you further into lust, focusing on nothing but pleasing the three men. Ah right three men. Kyo was busy treating your hands like it was his personal fleshlight, anytime you lost rhythm or got too distracted with Aster or Ren: He slaps your cock "Fucking focus, come on you can keep going" He says while pressing onto your tip, causing you to mewl and clench around Ren tighter, making the alien groan. You kept pumping Kyo's cock, trying to focus on him just so he can keep touching you, you wanted to cum so bad but anytime you got close, Ren would just stay still inside you watching you attempt to bounce on him but with his hands on your hips to keep you still, you couldn't beat him. "Finally your being good" Kyo said through wheezing breaths. Ren continued to speed up from behind you, causing you to moan more against Aster, he pulled you fully against him, grinning at the slight bulge in your throat. "Should we let him cum? Has he been good enough for you two?" Ren said, trying to calm down his breathing. "Y-yes! They'll look so cute all dirty and ruined from us!!!" Aster said while moaning loudly, he always seemed to enjoy this no matter what you did to him. Kyo grabbed your cock and started to pump it, trying to copy them rhythm of Ren's thrusts. Ren thrusted faster, almost as if he's trying to compete with Kyo. The familiar feeling in your stomach started up, it was nearly burning you, you were so lost in the feeling of the three boys using you like a toy, you could tell all three of them were getting close, since Kyo was pumping you an a insane pace, with Ren trying to follow suit, Aster was gripping onto your hair to hold you in place. Soon enough, you moaned against the bi haired male, arching your back causing the bulge in your stomach to become more prominent, and you finally came, the floor under you stained with your juices. Not long after, the three men came all over you, Aster's cum was dripping down your chin as you struggle to swallow it all down. Kyo's cum completely covered your hands while Ren slowly pulled out of you, admiring the amount of liquid dripping out of you, all three got up and looked down at you: Covered in their and your own fluids. Aster gripped your chin, making you look him in the eyes: "Don't worry my star, we'll clean you up so well!!" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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Kenneth Sean Carson x afab reader

Better than ice cream.

(Part II)

One shot smut.

After rumours spread online about Barbieland, you, a curious human, were hellbent on finding a way there, only for you to befriend Ken… and he has curiosities about the real outside world himself.

You glance over at the fireplace that was still barely lit under the plasma TV that hung above the mantel. The short yet fake flames brought some comfort to you; like this place had a warmth you couldn't put into words. A warmth you hadn't felt in your own world of reality in a long while.

"What're you thinkin' about, Y/N?" Ken asked, noticing your silence.

"This place… I know you know it has its differences to the outside world but…" you seemed to trail off a little, like you were trying to understand what you wanted to say. Your brows furrowed softly before you turned to Ken. He was looking at you, his bright blonde head tilted a little as if to try to read your facial expressions clearer – you did think it was cute every time he did that. Like a puppy.

"Well, I'm sure I don't know all the differences," Ken replied, his brows raising a little. "I mean– Okay, I may have got some stuff from your place a little mixed up, but that's cool now. We're good. This place, Barbieland, if I can't find my place here, then…"

"You're Ken," you spoke up again, your eyes dancing between his blue ones. "You can find your place wherever you want to. If you ever want to come back to the outside world, try one more time, I'd be glad to try to show you how it really is."

"You'd… You'd do that? Seriously? Thank you, Y/N," he seemed to cough a little, trying to man himself up somewhat. "Thanks."

You offered him a smile and a small laugh before going to turn away, Ken's voice perked your ears again.

"D'you think… maybe, you could tell me some now? If I ever decide I wanna go, I can," his blue eyes shifted away for a moment before he moved a little closer to you, his head doing that tilt thing again, "get it a bit more. I won't be so lost."

"Oh, wow," you muttered softly. "Right now? I… I dunno where to start."

"Do people still fall in love the same way they do here?"

You blink in surprise at his question. His first question. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, it's Ken. He's gonna wanna know how to get a girl if he truly wanted to. But you knew that he didn't need that. …Even if you were feeling something towards him recently.

"There's a million ways to fall in love, Ken," you replied, your smile pulled back slightly. "Everyone here feels like it's an obligation a little, though. You don't have to fall in love to still feel something. To feel connected to another person."

"I can make friends real easily," Ken explained confidently, fixing the navy bandana on his head. "Obligation… So, it's kinda true then, you don't have to fall in love?"

"It's your life anywhere, Ken." You hummed softly before speaking up again, "Like I said, in the human world, we have… so many ways to feel and express." You pause for a moment, your brows raising when you realise where this conversation might lead. "You have your plastic… and we have– we have more than plastic."

Ken was quiet when you finished speaking, like he was trying to put your words together like puzzle pieces in his brain. When he glanced to his own hands, his brows furrowed before turning back to you. "Well, you humans have, like, blood and stuff."

You let out a small giggle, your hand covering your mouth when you did. Oh, he was charming. "Well, that is true! What I'm trying to say is… uh… Actually, I don't know." You brush off your words, trying to find something else but your mind was a little in the gutter. You shake your head, like you were trying to mop away the dirt.

"Ah, you don't know?! Come oooon, I was so listenin' to all that." Ken groaned a little, throwing his hand out in frustration slightly. "So, if you don't gotta fall in love, then, like… The feelin', those feelings you get when you do, how do you…"

"Replace them?"

Ken nodded.

"Hm," you hummed a little, bringing your hand to your chin as you leaned forward slightly, your elbow on your knees against your chest. "Lots of ways to fulfil that joyment. A career. Family… A hobby. Sex. Friends. Eating good food."

"That's a lot," Ken mumbled, his deep voice soft a little as he spoke. "So, all of that we can do here, besides the food thing and the… Wait, what was the other thing?"

Oh no.

"Uh," you mutter a little before clearing your throat. "Sex?"

"I heard that word a lot back in the outside world," Ken spoke up again. "Always kinda… thrown about everywhere so I couldn't get, like, a definition for it, y'know?"

"Yeah, well, uh…" you fumble your words a little, feeling your cheeks flush a small shade of pink as you try to find something to reply with. "It's how babies are made."

"Oh. …Wait, so, how?"

"I– I don't think I'm the right person for this conversation," you replied quickly, turning away from him as he looked to you.

"You're actin' real weird," Ken chuckled a little, his brows raising on his forehead. "What ya actin' all weird for?"

"K… Ken," you mustered up enough confidence to turn back to him, though, Ken's brows seemed to raise that little more when he realised the expression on your face. "You know the physical differences between people in Barbieland and people in my land, right?"

"Oh, like…" Ken chuckled before shaking his head. "I'm not like the other Kens if that's what you're talkin' about. I have all the bits."

You stare at him for a moment, confused but you feel your face flush even more, your eyes widening in surprise. Before you even could notice, your hands slapped on your face and turned away from him again. "That's not what I…!"

"That's what you meant, right? Y/N?" he asked, somehow his voice seemed somewhat naïve to what just came out of his mouth before. "What's that gotta do with the sex thing?"

Your hands then slowly dragged down your face a little, exposing your eyes as you looked from the fireplace to Ken. "You… don't know?"

Ken shook his head before giving you a "well, then tell me" look.

"Kenneth!" you groaned before shoving him a little. "You did not just say you have all the bits and not even know what that suggests!"

"Woah, woah, handsy! What's with the shovin'?!" Ken groaned before he noticed you were laughing to yourself, his lips stayed apart slightly after he stopped speaking; admiring your smile for a moment.

"You're lucky you're so charming, it's actually ridiculous," you laugh again, covering your mouth a little. "You should watch what you say about that stuff around humans. You'll give off the wrong idea."

"And what idea would that be?" he asked, almost an annoyed tone lingered in his voice like he wanted you to just lay it all out for him. "Don't go all quiet on me now."

You shook your head, still laughing a little before you sighed. I guess someone had to tell him. Guess it was gonna be you. "O– Okay, I'll say this once." You felt your hand rub the nape of your neck a little before bringing it back to your lap." The parts people don't have in Barbieland… In the outside world, people… um, smush them together. To make babies or…" Your eyes drift away from him a little, an almost smirk laying on your lips. "To just have fun."

"You put your genitals together to make babies."

"And just for fun."

Ken's pretty much perfect lips stayed parted for a moment, like he was trying to understand what you were saying. "Why would you do that for fun? Sounds uncomfortable."

You tried to hide the ever growing playful expression on your face but it was proving to be difficult. "It's not. It's hard to explain but… it feels nice."

"It feels nice? I guess that's why there are so many humans about out there," Ken countered.

You shrugged a little before turning away from him again. "It's something I feel bad that you all miss out on here. Romance is one thing but… To me, it'd feel incomplete."

"It must feel real nice to compare it to everything else you listed."

When you looked to Ken, you noticed his blue eyes on you instantly. He didn't take them off of you, even for a moment, like he was a detective; trying to pull at your every word and expression.

"Y– Yeah, I guess so…"

"Show me."

Your eyes widened, still looking into his. He was giving you such an innocent yet sincere look – a serious expression laying so firmly on his face. "I–"

"I know, I don't… have… But just, tell me. Show me what else I'm missin'. If it feels so good and it doesn't exist here, maybe I'll feel just as good when I feel it outside. In the real world." Ken's voice was so raw; like every word that slipped his lips sounded genuine. He meant everything he ever said and in this moment, more than ever. Like you were the world he was missing at his fingertips.

You felt your heart race a little faster in your chest, you couldn't help but bring your knees to your chest slightly. "It feels like… like craving an ice cream on a hot day but the ice cream truck just gets pulled away every moment you get closer until… It suddenly stops. You get the ice cream and that first lick…"

"And?"

You smile to yourself, closing your eyes as your brows curled up a little. "It's wonderful, Ken."

You feel a small silence linger between the two of you which caused your eyes to shoot open again and you quickly looked away.

"I wanna feel it," Ken spoke out bluntly. He looked down at himself, like he knew what was missing but couldn't reach for any ice cream of his own. "What about… yours…?"

Yours. When that word left Ken's lips, you felt your face redden and your thighs seemed to clench together tighter. "M…ine?"

"It's touchin', right? That makes it feel good?"

You simply nodded to him, though you wanted to keep your attention off of his handsome face, so he wouldn't see how flustered yours was.

"Y/N," his voice fell a little, lower and almost into a whisper, "show me."

You felt your toes curl in your socks, your heart racing that little bit faster in your chest as you turned fully away from him now, looking behind you before slowly glancing back to him. "People will hear, Ken."

"No one can hear us, Y/N. It's just us."

You remained quiet, the feeling of your heart throb in your ears and between your thighs only grew faster and more intense as he spoke.

Before you could part your lips to finally speak, you watched Ken raise his hand and ghost it over the side of your face, his fingers barely in your hair. "Kiss me."

Your eyes flickered a few times before your lips parted, your own attention being drawn to his. You wanted to stay in the right headspace; to help Ken figure himself out but… with his offer, how could you say no?

You leaned forward and before you could even comprehend the situation you'd ended yourself up in, you felt the pressure of Ken's lips against yours, and my god, did it make you melt.

Your kiss only lasted for a moment before you both pulled away, your eyes flickered up to his blue hues looking down at you with a half lidded expression. "I didn't know you could…" you muttered, your lips still so close to his.

Ken smiled, almost smirking, down at you. "Kiss so good?" he cooed.

You nodded to him before pushing your skirt between your legs. You squirmed on the carpet the two of you were sitting on together, feeling your own non-barbie parts ache for something. Anything. Someone. Him. "I can show you… If you promise to not let anyone hear."

Those words alone were enough to cause Ken to chuckle a little. "I promise."

"A– And I'll promise if you think it… looks good enough, I'll…"

"I'd like that," he replied. "Promise kept, Y/N."

"Okay…" You sucked in your bottom lip a little, your teeth biting down on the flesh. You watched as Ken's eyes drifted to your hand between your thighs, pulling on the fabric of your little skirt. Your own attention was now there too; even if you had trouble building up the courage to move your hand. You wanted to show him. You really did. "T– This is embarrassing, y'know… S– So you owe me."

"Don't be embarrassed," Ken spoke softly, his body so close to yours now.

With your hand clenching at the hem of your skirt, you finally managed to pull it up a little, revealing your black panties with a pink ribbon at the lacy band.

"Woah," he muttered, his voice sinking a little, his eyes not leaving that pretty sight between your legs. "Okay…"

Your eyes glanced over to Ken beside you once more, his own eyes on your panties before you push your middle finger down the fabric that laid so tightly and beautifully over your clit – the pad of your finger pressed between the folds and your lips parted instantly; a small hum escaping from behind them when you quickly attempted to hide your moan.

Ken's attention was on your movements completely, watching as your finger circled your clit over your panties, your other hand still clenched so tightly on the hem of your skirt.

"Mmm…" another soft muffled moan purred behind your closed lips as you close your eyes, your finger not letting up on the pressure, the fabric of your panties causing friction on your clit. "K– Ken…"

The blonde man's eyes quickly drifted up from your hand to your face, his blue hues narrowing at the expressions you were making. He'd never seen someone look so… entranced. "Y/N…?"

"Want… you," you barely mouthed, your voice soft and meek. "Please…"

"To touch you?" Ken asked, like he wanted you to say it for yourself. He wasn't going to do anything without your consent at all.

"Mhm…" you hummed a yes to him, even though, in a less dazed state you'd know that wouldn't be enough for Ken Carson.

Ken's gaze searched your body like a pirate would a treasure map, almost like he was looking for the x. His eyes stopped on your face once again before slowly reaching his hand out to yours that was now flexing on Ken's shaggy carpet. "Y/N, use your words."

Your eyes flutter open just enough to look to him before nodding again, your other hand dancing along your clit not wavering at all. "Yes… Please. I want you to make me feel good."

With his attention flickering from your eyes to your lips, Ken brought his other hand to your jaw, his fingers in your hair as he brought you closer to him – your lips meeting each other one again, this time, though, you felt him deepen that kiss from before. His lips moved across yours in a way you wouldn't have guessed from him at all. Ken was full of surprises.

When his lips parted yours with a huff of hot breath escaping from the both of you, Ken whispered against your reddened lips, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

When you brought your body closer to him, you felt his hand wrap around yours, bringing you to your feet before pulling you across the room; you could barely make out a smirk spurred across his face through your almost half–dazed state.

He pulled you closer to him before his hands found your hips and lifted you up a little, pressing your body down onto the black silk sheets of his mattress. Your eyes glanced out of the window that looked out into Barbieland – Ken was right, it was quiet. You only assumed everyone else was at the beach. But not this Ken. You looked up at him, watching as he moved closer to you – you had more plans for this Ken right now than beach.

"It's not fair," you muttered as he was almost on top of you now.

"What?" he asked, his voice low and almost to a whisper.

"That you make me feel this way."

Ken chuckled, his brows raising slightly, "Good?"

"Good," you echoed his words before pulling him into another kiss, your tongue pushing into his mouth now. Maybe that surprised him but you weren't so sure, especially when he offered the same luxury. He seemed to be confident in what he was doing.

You pulled on his blue shirt to which he understood and practically ripped it off, discarding it elsewhere in the room.

"Fuck," your voice fluttered that word as it left your lips. You remembered he didn't have… what else you wanted but after this, I'm sure he'd like to have some experience of this ice cream himself.

"It's hot when you swear."

"It'd be hotter if you did."

Ken's brows shot up a little out of curiosity, that half smirk laying ever so confidentially on his face, "That fuckin' so?"

"Ken–!"

Before you could continue, you suddenly felt Ken's fingers slip under the lace of your panties which made you squirm under him instantly. You watched his eyes fall from yours to where his hand was, like he was trying to figure out what you were doing before over your panties. "It's wet here," he muttered. "What's all that about?"

You whimpered as his index and middle finger slipped over your clit before roaming further down, his digits lapping up everything he'd never felt before.

"Really wet," he whispered, his lips staying parted.

"Ken, that feels…!" You felt a moan pour from your lips now, your head falling into the pillow behind you. "S– So good…!"

"Yeah?" Ken's baby blues shifted back up to your face, watching your expression become one of pure bliss. "Shit, those faces ya makin'... It really feel that good?"

You felt Ken's middle finger circle your now swollen clit before pushing down along your slit, the wet noises from your cunt echoing in the room. "Y– Yes! Mmm! F– Fuck…!" you whimpered, clenching the sheets of the bed under you.

Before Ken could say anything else, he suddenly felt his middle finger slip inside you. When he opened his mouth to ask what just happened, instead a different kind of moan blessed his ears – one he hadn't heard yet. "Well, that must mean somethin' real good," he thought.

With that now in mind, he ran his index finger around your clit once more before slipping his middle into your slick pussy. The more he pushed further, the more you moaned and whimpered under him. "It's so wet and hot," he mumbled, his face falling a little closer to yours, feeling your body heat just that much warmer on him. "This feels awesome…"

"M– Move…" you whined, your hips jerking against him. "Pleaseplease…"

Something inside him made him want to egg you on more for some reason. Like, how far he could push you to beg even more. "Please what?" he asked, the tone in his voice was ever so teasing now. He was in for a fun game and he was gonna play hard ball.

You bit your bottom lip for a moment, turning your head to the side as you squeezed your eyes closed. "Ken… Ken, please." When his finger flicked around inside you, like he was testing you, another moan left your parted lips. "Want you~"

Ken's eyes drifted up your body, watching your squirm and wiggle under him. This was an ice cream flavour he definitely needed to try. "I'll give you all of me, baby." he pushed another finger inside you, his eyes on you as your head tilted back into the pillow. "All of me when we get outta this place too."

With those words, he pulled his fingers out of you before running your own slick up to your clit; oh, how he was enjoying watching you moan and whine much like a needy animal. If he knew whatever you were feeling felt this good, he'd left Barbieland with you much sooner.

He pushed his fingers into your cunt again, curling them around inside; like he wanted to feel every part of you. Be where you feel most euphoric. And, oh, how did you feel it. The way he slowly moved his digits in and out of you was making you see stars – especially when you were in those stars fantasising about how his cock would feel inside you too. New territory. Again. How fun.

"This what you wanted, Y/N?" he purred, his face ever so close to yours, his eyes dancing over your lewd expression. "Wanted this Ken to finger fuck you?"

You gasped, throwing your hands over your face; looking through your fingers up at the blonde doll in front of you. How he seemed to be all about your needs in that moment, the way the movements of his fingers curling in and out of you didn't waver. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were in deep trouble with this. "Mhm…" you mumbled, soft moans still escaping your peachy lips. "I'm… I'm gonna…"

You saw Ken's brows raise a little, his head tilted further down slightly to bring himself closer to you. "Gonna what? Tell me…"

"Ken–" you felt your hand quickly wrap around his forearm, your other to the bedsheets when his fingers begin moving faster against your tight cunt; feeling yourself getting wetter and closer to climaxing. "Ice-cream…!"

Ken's blue eyes flickered a little as his attention stayed on your face. "...Sounds tasty." He brought his thumb to your clit with his fingers still pumping inside you; grazing your sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb as he watched you twirl your hips more and more as you drew closer.

"F– Fuck! Ken…!"

That hot tied knot that ached in your core finally lifted, feeling yourself let go as you came around Ken's fingers. "Ah!" you gasped and whined as Ken pulled his fingers out with a wet pop sound, your pussy fluttering and twitching around nothing as you jolted your thighs up into him.

Ken was quiet for a moment, looming over you as he watched your breathing fasten in your chest, your hips trying to push down onto him. "You look so pretty like this, Y/N," he almost growled those words as he looked down at you. He reached his hand out and grabbed your chin, pulling your face down to look him in the eyes. "I don't wanna forget the look on your face right now."

"K…en…" you mumbled through sharp breaths.

"Tonight, you n' me… We do this the whole way, right?" he asked, his eyes glued to yours. "I still wanna touch you like this." He brought his hand back to your pussy, his index and middle fingers stroking up and along your wet slick which only caused you to whimper again, your brows curling up in delight. "There it is. My pretty girl.

Let's get that ice cream together."

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Warnings: crying, cursing (I always forget this one I am sorry), self-doubt, blame, mentions injuries, angst, adult banter, adult jokes, but so much wholesome love ❤️

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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You and Mav contacted everyone to let them know the news. The first to come was Phantom, Evelyn, and the girls. They were so happy to see that Bradley was awake and getting better.

Phantom came over and rubbed Bradley’s head. “I was just here earlier, I was hoping you’d get up. You were doing so well all night. But you timed it right for when your girls got here. I’m so glad to see you up.” He gulped and a tear slipped from his eye. “I am so happy you are here, Brad.” He leaned down and kissed his head. 

Bradley smiled up at Phantom and placed his hand on his arm. “Thank you for being here for me, for my family.” 

“Of course. You are my family.” Phantom let the girls greet Bradley as he went to go and hug Mav. Bradley gave the girls high-fives. Evelyn covered him in kisses and cried to see him awake. Bradley reassured her he was okay and thanked her for taking care of you and Leia. 

Phoenix was the last to show. You were out in the hall way waiting for her with Austin. Everyone else was in the room with Bradley. She came up out of breath and kissed Austin. She looked at you with wide eyes. You grabbed her and hugged her. You smiled. 

“He’s looking for you, Nat.” You started to tear up. 

She was lost for words. All she did was take a deep breath and nod her head. Austin placed his hand on her back and brought her into the room. You followed behind. When she walked in everyone turned to see her. Bradley noticed and looked over in her direction. 

He smiled big at her, “Hey, Trace. My girl.”

Her lip started to quiver, her head dropped down and Austin comforted her. “He’s been waiting for you, darlin. Go see him. He’s okay.” Austin placed a kiss on her temple. She looked back up at Bradley and wiped her tears. 

Bradley waved his hand and caught everyone’s attention. “You all think we can have some 1 on 1 time? Trace and I?” He looked at everyone as they nodded. They all came and placed kisses on Bradley’s head before exiting the room. You went to go and give Bradley a kiss.

“I’ll be out in the hall, babe. I love you.” You smiled and kissed him again. You walked by Austin and patted his arm. He nodded at you. 

Austin placed a kiss on Phoenix’s head, “We’ll be in the hall, darlin.” He smiled and brushed Phoenix’s hair from her face. You and Austin exited into the hallway to give them privacy.

Bradley’s POV

When the door closed behind y/n and Austin, I waved over Phoenix. “Come and sit with me, Trace. I’ve been waiting for you all day.” It was hard to talk. My chest felt heavy, but she needed to know I was okay. 

She walked over with her arms crossed, tears slowly falling from her cheeks. She sat in the chair next to my bed. “Bradshaw.” She hissed out with a slow devious smile. I reached my good arm out. I held my hand out for hers. She looked at my hand as it shook slightly, waiting for hers. She placed her hand in it and I pulled her to me. She shook her head, “Bradshaw, stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head, “You aren’t going to hurt me, Nix.” I started to cough. 

She sighed and looked at me with hurt in her eyes, “How are you so sure about that.” She furrowed her brows and her face covered in concerned guilt.

I pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed by me, “Stop that.” 

“Stop, what?”

I sighed and the wheezing started up again, “Blaming yourself. This isn’t your fault, Phoenix.”

She shook her head and looked at her hand in mine, “I promised I would keep you safe and look where you’re at, Rooster.” She scanned my body and closed her eyes tight, “If I was just quicker…”

“That’s enough.” My voice was stern and louder than a whisper. I forced it out of me. I was out of breath. I took a deep breath in and wheezed loudly.  

Her head shot up and she looked at me. “Bradley…” I shook my head and regained myself. 

“Rooster, I made a promise to your wife, your daughter, your boys… I promised I’d keep you safe. Instead, look where I placed you.”

I shook my head at her and took a deep breath. Another wheeze and pain, “You kept your promise. You got me home. Yea I’m beat up, but the truth of the matter is you got me home. That’s all they could ever ask of you.” I gulped. My mouth was drier than a dessert. She noticed and got up to pour me a cup of water. She helped me drink it. I nodded and she placed the cup on the table by us. “Stop blaming yourself, Phoenix. That was a decision that I made on my own. I knew the risk, I was doing my job.” 

She closed her eyes tight. I placed my hand on hers. “Natasha, please.” She opened her eyes and looked at me, she was hurting. I knew she’d been beating herself since it happened. “Please, don’t blame yourself. I know it’s easier said than done, but you did everything you could. That’s all I could have ever asked of you.” I smiled at her, “I’m here, Nix. I’m not going anywhere.” I placed my hand on her cheek. 

Her tears streamed into my palm. She leaned into my hand, “You better fucking not go anywhere, you asshole.” She started to cry as she leaned into me. I held her close and chuckled. 

“I won’t, I promise. I could never leave my wingman. Like she never left me.” I smiled against her hair. 

I heard her chuckle and she held onto me tighter. “I’m so sorry, Rooster.”

“Don’t be. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you taking everyone down in sight so they could come save me. So thank you, Trace. Thank you for saving my life.” 

She let go of me and looked at me with her tearful eyes, “I love you, Bradshaw.”

I nodded, “I know.” She frowned and narrowed her eyes at me. I started to laugh, “I love you too, Nat.”

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After some time, you and Leia came into the room with Mav. Phoenix and Austin left to go and grab some food with Phantom and his family. Leia came into the room and sat next to me on my bed. She looked my whole body over. I patted her leg, “Hey, sweetheart.”

She looked at me with a sadden look, “Daddy…”

“Yes baby?” I grabbed her hand and rubbed my thumb over it. 

“Daddy, can you please be more careful?” She looked down at our hands together. “I thought I lost you again.” 

You and Mav looked over at Leia as she sniffled. Mav looked at you with furrowed brows and a sad expression. I looked over at the both of you, sadness plastered in your emotions. I looked back at Leia. “Baby.” She looked up at me. 

“I will be more careful, sweetheart.” I nodded to Leia.

She pushed her lips together, “Do you promise?” I kept nodding, “Daddy, I’ve been trying really hard to be strong for mommy.” She started to cry. “But it was so hard. I hugged teddy over and over again, but it didn’t make me feel better. I wanted to hug you. I wanted to be with you.” She started to sob. My heart broke into a million pieces. I broke down crying. 

“My Leia.” I pulled her to me. I didn’t care about the pain. I wanted to hold my little girl. I pulled her onto my chest and she laid on top of me. I rubbed and kissed her head over and over again. “I’m not going anywhere, my girl. Daddy’s here, sweetheart. I am so sorry I put you through that.” I started to cry as I held her against me. “I’m here, baby. Please don’t cry anymore. I’m here, my girl.” 

She held onto me tight. “I missed your hugs and kisses so much, daddy.” She started to shake in my arms. My girl was being strong for so long. My heart hurt for her. I needed her to feel safe and secure. I held her in my embrace so she could fall apart like she needed to. I wanted her to know I was here, that I was always going to be here to build her up. I was her structure. 

“I missed you so much, my Leia Rey.” She looked up at me. I kissed her nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead. “I love you, Leia, Forever.”

She wiped her tears, “I love you, daddy.” She laid back against me. I looked over at you and Mav. Mav was hugging you and rubbing your back as you cried into his chest. He had his eyes closed and his head laying on top of yours. He had tears rolling from his eyes falling into your hair. He was comforting you and letting you know it was okay. 

Your POV 

Mav took Leia out of the room down to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. It was just you and Bradley in the room again. You sat by his bed side and held his hand in yours. You tapped your finger against the back of his hand. He was watching your finger tap against his hand. He chuckled and looked up at you. “I’m sorry for the stress I’m sure I put you through, baby.” 

You shook your head and looked up at him through your lashes, “Bradley, don’t.” You brought your head down and kissed his hand. “Don’t apologize. Even if you were awake and conscious, I would worry. You are my husband and I always want to make sure you’re okay.” 

He sighed and laid his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Why are you apologizing, Bradley.” You cocked you head to the side as you looked at him. “Bradley. You have nothing to apologize for. I know this is a part of your job. I know what comes with all of this. I’m not going to be mad at you or upset with you for something that you couldn’t control.”

“I could have controlled it.”

You stopped him, “Bradley. You can think through a scenario over and over again. Play it a million times in your head, but there will always be something else that happens that changes it. You can only do so much, baby. I know you were doing what you trusted. You were protecting your pilots.” You leaned forward and placed your hand on his cheek, “I am just glad you are here, baby. I am more than grateful to have you still here with us.” 

He leaned into your hand and gave your palm a kiss. “I promise to be more careful, sweetheart.” 

You smiled and rubbed his cheek, “All I can ask of you is that you try your best, always. Don’t think…”

He chuckled, “Just do. I know, baby.” 

“I need you, Bradley. Your kids need you. I can’t do this without you, babe.” You placed your free hand on your belly and gave it a rub.

Bradley looked at your hand on your belly. You stood up and placed his hand on your stomach. He gave it a little rub. The boys started to kick against his hand. He smiled, “Daddy’s here, boys. I’m not going anywhere.” He looked up at you and nodded. “You will never be alone, honey. You won’t have to do anything alone. I am here.” You leaned down to him and kissed his lips softly. “I love you, sweetheart, forever.

“I love you Bradley, always.”

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Another week went by, Bradley was almost ready to go home. The doctors told you every day that he was progressing and healing fairly well. He was reaching all the milestones quickly and was going to be able to go home soon.  Bradley laid in his bed with Leia, eating and sharing PB&Js. They were giggling as Bradley kept taking bites of Leia’s uncrustable. 

You went back into the hall with the doctor as they explained things you would need to do at home with Bradley. He started to give you lists of medications he would need and what times he would need to take them. You felt a rub on your back. You looked at Mav confused and he raised his brows to you. You turned around and were met with Hangman in his whites. He was smiling and holding his hat against his hip. 

“Oh my gosh! Jake!” You jumped and turned to hug him. You looked at the doctor, “I am so sorry!” 

They chuckled and waved you off, “No worries, we have plenty of time to discuss the agenda for when Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw goes home.”

Hangman looked at you with wide eyes, “Wait? Home? He’s awake?!” 

Mav looked at you with furrow brows. “Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?”

You looked at both of them laughing and nodding your head. Hangman kissed your cheek and ran into the room. Mav stood there shocked and blinking. You giggled and rubbed Mav’s back. “Your boy promoted a month ago. Did I forget to mention that?” 

He chuckled and looked at you with a big smile plastered across his face. “I think you may have forgotten that, sweetheart. ALONG, with being pregnant.” He wrapped his arm over your shoulder and went back to the Doctor’s station with you.

Bradley’s POV

I was cuddling with Leia on my bed. We were sharing PB&Js while you and Mav were talking to the doctor. 

“Daddy, stop eating my PB&J! You have your own!” She giggled and put her hand over my mouth.

I kissed her hand and gave it a little bite. “But I am so hungry! Your sandwich looks so good!” I tried to go and bite it again. 

She started to squeal and scream. She held her sandwich above her head and tried to push my mouth away as I was lunging for her PB&J. “Please just one bite!” I kept trying to eat hers. 

“NOOOOO!” She was squealing and laughing as I started to place kisses all over her cheek. 

Then we heard running into my room. The curtain ripped open. Hangman was standing there with his eyes wide. He looked at me in shock. He was silent and I smiled at him. 

“UNCLE JAKEY! YOU’RE HOME!” Leia jumped off the bed and ran into his arms. He kissed her face over and over again.

“My Vapor girl! How are you, honey?” 

She kissed Hangman on the cheek and poked at his uniform. “I’m VERY good.” She smiled at him and he chuckled. 

He let Leia down and he looked at me, slight smirk on his face, mouth slightly agape. He shook his head. “Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.” He smiled big and chuckled as he came around the bedside. 

I laid back and rolled my eyes. I looked at him and smiled back. I pushed my tongue into my cheek as my mouth hung slightly open. I looked at him with squinted eyes. “Hangman… You look… Good.” I started to chuckle. 

He nodded and raised his brows at me, “Oh I am very good, Rooster.” 

I shook my head and looked away from him as I bit my sandwich and laughed. He started to laugh with me. He came over and gave me a hug. He held my head to his chest. “It’s great to see you up, man.”

I patted his back, “I’m glad to finally see you. I’ve been sitting here for nearly a week and a half waiting for your ass to get back.” I chuckled.

“Oh, I missed you too, baby.” Hangman winked at me and chuckled. He sat in the chair next to me. Leia jumped in his lap and he kissed her cheek. “And I most definitely missed you the most, little lady.” Leia laid on his shoulder as he rubbed her back. He leaned forward while holding on to Leia and grabbed my hand. “God, how’s my wingman? You’re looking really good, buddy.” 

I looked at myself and shrugged, “Do I actually, though?” I shook my head and looked down. 

He patted my hand and sat back in the chair. “Hey.” I looked up at him and he smiled. “You look really good, Rooster. So fucking handsome. You’re making me blush.” He started to laugh. 

“Shut up, Seresin.” I sighed and looked back over at him. “How was work? How was it out there this week?” 

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about work. You just focus on getting better and stronger.” He smiled and nodded his head to me.

I sighed and nodded. “All right. Everything was okay though?” I raised a brow at him.

He smirked slightly. “Everything was fine, Rooster.” 

I licked my lips and then bit them. I felt like something was off. “How are you doing?”

“Honestly, a lot better now that I’m here and get to see you’re doing so much better.” He pushed his lips into a line and looked at me. “Seriously. I was having a rough time out there. Just wondering if you were all right. If the girls were okay.” He rubbed Leia’s back and placed a kiss on her temple. 

“Don’t go soft on me now, Seresin.” I huffed out a chuckle.

“Me? Soft for you?” He shook his head, “Never.” He winked at me and we laughed. 

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Your POV

You and Mav went down to the cafeteria after talking with the doctors. “So, he is really an O-4?” Mav looked at you with squinted eyes as he ate his snack. 

You smiled and shook your head. “No? He’s not?” His eyes went wide.

“No. No. He is. He promoted.” You sipped your water and started to laugh.

Mav shook his head at you, “You guys didn’t say anything. I’m so happy for him.”

You nodded your head to the side and played with your chip bag, “Well.” You placed a chip into your mouth, “I didn’t even know he was trying to promote until 2 days before his promotion ceremony.” You chuckled. “He literally told us after Leia’s graduation party. There was no time to tell anyone.” You swallowed your chip. “We had a celebration for Leia and then turned around and had his promotion stuff. Then literally the next day he was gone on the boat again. A day later…” You looked down at your bag of chips and gulped. “We were here. Waiting for him to get out of surgery and waiting for an update.” You pushed your hair back from your forehead. 

Mav grabbed your hand and massaged it in his hands. “Hey, It’s going to be okay. He’s here now.” You looked up and he smiled at you. You nodded your head and smiled. “I’m glad he decided to promote. He’s getting to do what Goose always wanted.” Mav smiled thinking about him. “He’d be so proud of him and how far he’s come with his career so early.” 

Mav chewed on his lower lip, “I can’t wait for him to progress in the Navy. He thinks he likes where he is now. He’s going to love it when he proceeds.” He smiled at you. 

“Follow your foot steps, Mav?” You raised your brows. 

He shook his head and laughed, “Oh, no, sweetheart. He is more level headed and smarter than I am. He’s going to do great things. He’s just like Carole and Goose.” He sat there for a minute remembering Bradley’s parents. “More Carole.” You both started to laugh.

He squeezed your hand tight, “Get ready, sweetheart. He’s going to be going home in the next couple of days. Are you excited?”

You nodded, “More than anything. I can’t wait for him to be home.” 

You and Mav made your way back up to the room. Hangman was on his way out. He was holding a napping Leia. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and fist-bumped Mav. “I’ll be on my way out. Give Rooster some time to relax and get this little one back home. She fell asleep.” He turned to show you Leia fast asleep on his shoulder. 

“Should we all expect you home later on tonight?” Hangman raised his brows. 

You rubbed Leia’s back and nodded. “We will be home later on tonight. Phantom’s gonna take night duty with Bradley.” 

Hangman flashed you a wink. “I’ll see you both later on tonight. Call me if you both need anything.” He gave both of you a hug and left.

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You and Mav went back into the room with Bradley. He was laying back with his eyes closed rubbing his bad shoulder. 

“Hey, baby.” 

His head shot up and he looked at you. “Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled softly to you and Mav. He readjusted in his bed. “How much longer am I trapped in this bed?” He chuckled.

Mav came over and rubbed his arm. “Not much longer, kid. You’re gonna get to go home in a couple of days. They’re gonna start tests on you to see if you’ll be good to go and be at home without their surveillance.”

Bradley furrowed his brows, “What will they make me do?”

“You’re gonna have to try and get up to walk, baby. Try to shower tomorrow with super vision. They’re going to have you do some light therapy.”

He nodded, “I’m nervous. I haven’t been up and around in a month.” He looked down at his body. “What if I can’t do it?” 

You came to his bed side and scratched his head, “I know you’ll be able to, baby. I believe in you.” You smiled at him reassuringly. “And you’ll have all of us here to help you. You don’t have to do it completely on your own.” You kissed his temple, “Remember baby? It’s you and I, forever.” You looked at him and smiled. 

He placed his hand on your cheek and repeated after you, “You and I, forever. Thank you for believing in me, honey.” He smirked at you. You could still see his discouragement. The evaluations terrified him, but you knew he could do it. He was so strong and had so much willpower. You knew he could do anything as long as he set his heart on it. 

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Over the next couple of days, Bradley was put to the test. The first day’s goal was to get him up from the bed and try to walk around for a while.  Hangman and Austin came with you to the hospital while Mav and Phoenix stayed home with Leia. 

“All right, big boy. Let’s get you up and out of this bed!” Hangman clapped his hands together and rubbed them as he made his way over to Bradley. 

“You gonna carry me, baby?” Bradley laughed as the nurse started to raise his bed to put Bradley into a sitting position. 

Austin helped bring Bradley’s legs over to the edge of the bed. “Whenever you’re ready, let us know.” He smiled up at Bradley and patted his legs. 

Bradley took a deep breath and started to scoot from the bed so his feet could touch the floor. When his feet hit the floor he gulped. “Shit.” He looked up at Hangman and Austin. “That’s fucking weird.” They all started to laugh. Bradley nodded, “All right, let’s do this boys.” He held his hand out to them. 

Hangman slung Bradley’s arm over and around his shoulder. Austin wrapped an arm around Bradley’s waist and held his other hand against his chest to help stabilize him. “All right, on three. One, two, three!”

Bradley grunted as he got up. The guys were holding him. You placed your hand over your mouth and started to tear up. “Oh Bradley…”

He smiled at you. The guys let him go for a second. He was a little wobbly on his legs, he was having some pain from where his stitches once were in his thigh. “Come and give me a proper hug, baby.” He stuck his arm out for you to come and hug him.

You buried your face into his chest gently and wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his arm around you. He took a deep breath as he felt you against him, “God this feels so good.” He chuckled and kissed your head. You pulled back and he wiped the tears from your eyes. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m okay.” He kissed your forehead. 

The nurse tried to give him a cane to help him stable himself. He waved them off. “I want to try. Please.” They nodded and let him try. Hangman stood behind him and Austin in front. 

“Easy does it, Rooster.” Hangman had his arms out for him. 

“You got this, buddy.” Austin held his arms out for Bradley. “Come to Austin.” Austin made grabby hands at Bradley and smiled.

Bradley shook his head and laughed. 

Bradley took a deep breath and took a step. He winced at the unfamiliar feelings in his body. He started to feel all the pain settle in. “Holy shit. This sucks.” He chuckled as he walked another step. “Damn this is a lot harder than I thought it would be.” He took deep breaths as he walked a couple of more steps. “I’m never gonna take walking for granted.” He walked all the way to the door. “Okay. Hold me, boys. I am exhausted.”

And with that Austin and Hangman were sandwiching Bradley in-between their bodies. Bradley started to laugh and he looked over at you. “Oh shit, sweetheart. Watch out. Hot guy sandwich.” He looked at Austin and Hangman as he continued to laugh.

Austin dropped his head and looked away as he started to laugh while he supported Bradley. Hangman laid his forehead on the back of Bradley’s neck and started to chuckle. “Shut up, Bradshaw.” 

Bradley took a deep breath and straightened himself out, “All right. Let’s give this another go. I’m ready.” He looked at you and winked. 

“Bradley take your time. That's enough for now.” You smiled at him.

He shook his head, “Don’t think. Just do.” 

Bradley walked around for at least 20 minutes taking breaks provided by Austin and Hangman. You were so proud of him and how hard he was trying. He was really pushing himself. He didn’t want to quit. Austin and Hangman helped him lean back against a wall. You came over to him and laid on his chest. “You’re doing so well, baby. I am so proud of you.” You rubbed his side and placed a kiss to his chest. 

He looked down at you and wrapped his arm around you. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss to your temple. “I love you so much, baby, forever. Thank you for being here with me.”

You looked up at Bradley and kissed the scar on his neck. “Baby, you don’t have to thank me for anything. I love you so much, Bradley, Always. It’s you and I forever. Remember?”

Bradley brought your gaze to his, “Sweetheart, you should be home. Resting and off your feet. You are so pregnant with our boys right now and you are here everyday almost all day taking care of me. I can’t thank you enough.” He held you close to him. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid into his good shoulder. “Bradley, being here with you is so important. I don’t mind being on my feet for you. You are just as important, baby. You are everything to me, Brad.”

He looked back down at you and furrowed his brows, “I don’t deserve you, sweetheart. You are so good to me.” He kissed your temple. 

You giggled and scratched at his stomach. “Bradley, you’ve done so much for Leia and me. You deserve the world and more, babe.”

Bradley placed his lips to your head, “You and me always, baby. You and me always.” He hugged you tightly as he rubbed your back. 

“I love you, y/n, forever.” 

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This one was so full of so many emotions all at once! Bradley and Phoenix finally talked, Hangman finally got to see Bradley awake, our baby girl pleaded for her daddy to be safer, AND Bradley tried to make progress and walk? OML besties. I am so sorry for all that has been thrown in here. Thank you all for reading and being here! I'll see you all in the next chapter! 🫶🏼

My lovely babes are in the comments ❤️

[ladytabletop]

Game Roundup 2023 - Part 1

So I made it a mission to read through the games I've gotten in various bundles in the past. And it's uh... an undertaking.

But! I've read a lot of cool games and encountered a lot of new concepts.

For reasons (namely that I have a few thousand games) I am not going to mention every game in these posts, just ones that caught my attention for one reason or another. And in keeping with my reflection on ratings earlier this year, I'm going to refrain from critiquing the stuff I mention here - I may say "this one isn't one I'd personally play" or "there was some unpolished stuff in here", but I'm going to focus mainly on the positives and why the game grabbed me.

So, here we go!

Blades in the Dark by John Harper

Yeah, yeah, I know, this game is talked about a lot! But consider me a recent student of TTRPG history outside of d20 systems. I got the chance to play this game for several sessions and read the rulebook cover to cover. The stuff that works, really works. The stuff that doesn't? Bogs the whole thing down. But I find clocks to be such an intuitive mechanic, and downtimes is really a delight to me. There's a whole ton of Forged in the Dark stuff that toggles a bunch of the game's switches on and off to make things more streamlined. Was very glad to read this one.

Lumen by Spencer Campbell (GilaRPGs)

I made it a mission to read SRDs this year. I want to understand the how and why of the games I've been reading: why are they built the way they are, what is accomplished in building them this way, and can I build games this way myself? Spencer has a really solid handle on what he wants his games to do. They're power fantasies with little if any chance for failure. It's not about whether you do the thing, it's about how. I ended up having the chance to meet Spencer at GenCon, and I'm really excited to see Lumen 2.0, which is going to be completely diceless. Power fantasy games aren't my thing typically, but I really appreciate the intentionality of this system's design.

Are My Wings Even? by Sadia Bies

What a lovely, simple game that lets you play dress-up! This one isn't necessarily as polished as some of the others but you can tell it was designed with so much care and personal meaning. I love a tactile game. I love dressing up. This one has so much potential to be really tender. It won't be for everyone and that's okay, but I really adore it.

Sprouts by Julie-Anne "Jam" Munoz

This game came to me in a bundle for Trans Rights in FL, but I actually dug into it when I was looking for RPGs to play with kids. You draw your character on a post-it, and it's just a silly little guy! It has a pretty simple roll mechanic and advises a "get from point A to point B" adventure style, which takes place in actual 3D space in your home, because didn't you know? Sprouts live in your home, like dust bunnies! It's got really great language for children and emphasizes cooperation, and that you can't mess up your drawing - sprouts are sprouts.

The Wildsea by Felix Isaacs

I know, I know, I talk about this game too much! But really, it's been the gateway into other games for me. I think technically I probably read this last year, but I had to brush up for GenCon this year, so I'm counting it. Lots of folks have compared the tracks in this game to Blades' clocks, but they sprang up parallel, funnily enough! It has some definitely shared DNA in its design, and it rewards you for things out of combat more than things in combat, if that's how you want to play. The setting is lovely, the community is lovely, and really it was a joy to read, even as long as it is.

I'll do another of these soon, I imagine.

[tripleaxeldiaz]

until the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away (i’m yours)

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The sun is setting, a warm orange glow seeping in through the blinds, when he comes into Buck’s room. Everyone else had been in and out already with hugs and goodbyes and promises of visiting tomorrow — everyone except Eddie. And judging from the redness still fading from around his eyes and the way he’s forcibly trying to keep his shoulders away from his ears, Buck thinks he understands why. 

He’s been in Eddie’s shoes. No amount of therapy or coping mechanisms could have stopped the ice cold, all encompassing tendrils of panic from taking over his body and mind when Eddie was buried alive or shot in broad daylight. Even after running into the hospital room after Eddie woke up, he had to take 10 minutes in the bathroom to collect himself before he could open his mouth without bursting into tears.

So he gets it. He’s not mad.

He’s just really glad he’s here. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, voice soft and low, almost as soft as the one he uses with Chris when he’s sick. Buck watches him make his way to the chair next to his bed and sit down, hesitating for a breath before pulling the chair as close to the bed as he can get. 

Good. Buck would’ve pulled him over himself if he hadn’t. 

“Hey,” he says back, sitting up straighter against his pillow. He’s not in pain exactly but he feels…uncomfortable. No position he sits in ever feels good enough, standing for too long makes him dizzy. The nurses are right, of course, he’s definitely still healing, he just wishes he didn’t feel like he was about to vibrate out of his skin while it was happening. 

That may be a him thing, though, nothing at all to do with being struck by thousands of volts of electricity and all to do with him being restless, bouncing off the wall Buck. 

A Buck that he no longer resents. Except in this moment when he just wants to relax.

They’re quiet as he adjusts himself, finally settling and facing Eddie as best he can. “Did Chris go home?”

“Yeah, about half an hour ago. Carla took him, he’s got school in the morning.” Eddie picks at a loose thread coming off the blanket covering the bed, and Buck notices he’s shaking. He wants to reach out, to hold him, to show him that he’s okay, that he’ll be back to normal in no time, but he looks like a strong breeze would shatter him where he sits, so he stays put. Eddie clears his throat before talking again, eyes never leaving the thread. “Did he tell you how we snuck him in to see you?”

Buck smiles. “He did. Made it sound a lot like a heist.”

“I wouldn’t call distracting one nurse a heist,” Eddie says. The corner of his mouth just barely ticks upwards, as close to a smile as Buck expects to see from him today. “But you know Chris, he could charm the pants off anyone without even trying.”

“Sounds like his dad.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears go Buck’s favorite shade of pink, and he’s grateful that he gets to see it again. But the levity is brief — his brow furrows again, and Buck sees him bite the inside of his cheek, watches the shaking get a little more pronounced. His hand had moved up the blanket at some point, coming to rest right next to Buck’s where it rests. Eddie traces the outside of his pinky, softly, gently, like he’s worried about Buck shattering too. He takes a couple deep breaths and moves his hand again, twisting their pinkies together. The vibrations that have been coursing through Buck for days now quiet down the smallest amount, but it’s enough. It’s a relief. He’s touching Eddie, and it feels grounding, steady, sure.

It feels like a lifeline.

“I was really scared,” Eddie says, quiet enough to almost be absorbed by the blankets and bedding. “I saw you hanging there and I just ran, I didn’t even think about it. And then you wouldn’t—we couldn’t—” his breath shudders. “You were so still. I’ve never seen you that still.”

Buck sits up then, moving so he’s cross-legged on the bed, looking at Eddie straight on. He twists their already clasped hands until they’re fully intertwined, grabs the other one too and holds on tight. He squeezes once, twice, three times, before Eddie takes the hint and looks him in the eye. They’re bright and shining with tears and Buck still wants to get lost in them, even when they’re breaking his heart.

“I remembered you, you know,” he says. Eddie cocks his head, confused. “Not the dream version of you, I didn’t even meet that version. But the real you, the one that had my back when I went up the ladder. The one that always has my back. I remembered that. I remembered you, before anyone else.”

Eddie ducks his head again just before his shoulders shake, still trying in vain to keep everything together, either for Buck’s sake or his own. He wishes he could drill it into his stubborn brain that it’s okay to break, that Buck has picked up the pieces before and he will every other time after, that he fought like hell to get back to this family, to this Eddie, shrapnel and all. Instead, he holds Eddie’s hand a little bit tighter, threads his other hand through the hairs at the back of his neck, and rests his forehead on Eddie’s crown. His hair smells like cedar and cinnamon and faintly of smoke. It smells like Eddie. It smells like home.

They sit up after a while, but neither goes very far — their hands are still clutched together and Eddie is tracing nonsense on the inside of Buck’s wrist. He can’t believe that even for a minute, he didn’t want to come back to this — to Bobby on his way with In ‘n’ Out, to Hen and Chim ordering a cake with a horrible joke on it in the waiting room, to Maddie’s smile and Chris’ laugh.

To Eddie holding his hand.

“Thank you,” Eddie says, softly but fiercely. He looks Buck in the eye again, determined and steady, like he’s trying to piece himself back together by sheer force of will. “For coming back to us. We need you, Buck, more than I think we’ll ever be able to tell you.”

He brings one of Eddie’s hands up to his heart, and the last of the vibrations finally melt away. He feels still again, but not in a scary way. In a way he’s not sure he’s ever been, even before being struck by lightning.

“I’ll always come back,” Buck says, a truth he knows better than his own name. “It’s gonna take a lot more than a trippy purgatory nightmare to keep me away from you.”

Eddie smiles, a real, joyful smile that crinkles at his eyes and makes Buck want to sing. He presses his lips to the inside of Buck’s wrist — in prayer, in thanks, in a promise.

It hits him then as hard as it’s hit since he opened his eyes: Buck’s home. People love him.

He finally believes it.

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i wanna ruin our friendship - Oscar Piastri

part one / part two

summary ~ oscar and reader telling the grid about their newfound relationship… but they already know.

pairing ~ {oscar piastri × childhoodbsf!reader}

content warnings ~ language, mentions of sex, mostly fluff, carlos sainz being a menace

a/n ~ i did NOT think so many people would read, let alone actually like my first ever ff. thank you guys so much!!! Los amo mucho a todos, gracias. <3

word count ~ again, idk. like 1k or something ?

You woke up to the feeling of the warm sun resting over your face. Shifting a little in your still half asleep state, you felt a slight weight over your waist. Confused for a split second, you look down to figure out what it is. Seeing a strong, tanned arm, you’re reminded of last nights events.

Oscar had been awake for a few minutes before you, staying completely still in order to not wake you. Once he noticed you were awake, he spoke to you with his rough, sleep coated voice.

“Morning, pretty girl. How did you sleep?”

Hearing his voice made you flip your body around to face him, a smile already plastered on your face. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before replying.

“I slept pretty good, especially since I was next toyou.” Your words left a faint blush over Oscars face, completed with the prettiest of smiles.

He returned your previous gesture with another, much longer, kiss. As you felt him tongue running across the bottom of your lips, you let the kiss go on for only a moment longer before pulling away.

“As much as I would like to lay here all day, Charles has probably got breakfast going downstairs. You know how impatient he gets.”

Oscar responded to your statement with an annoyed groan. Rolling his eyes before pulling you into a short, but just as sweet, kiss. He quickly got out of bed, getting dressed as you began to do the same. Once you were both done getting ready, Oscar headed to the door. You quickly stopped him.

“Wait, Oscar.” He stopped and turned to look at you confused.

“Yeah? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just… are we going to say anything? To anyone? You know, about us?” You asked as nicely as possible, not wanting to come off as if you were ashamed. He seemed to understand what you were implying.

“We can if you want to, pretty. I have no problems in telling the whole world that you are my beautiful, lovely girlfriend.” He said with a soft smile.

“Good, good. I don’t want to keep anything a secret, especially from our friends.”

Glad to hear your words of affirmation, you both had agreed to tell each of your friends together, over whatever horrible breakfast Charles was cooking downstairs. As excited as you were to tell everyone about your relationship, you were not excited about Charles cooking skills, you could smell the smoke from upstairs.

The both of you headed downstairs together. As you walked into the room, you noticed all heads turn towards you and Oscar.

There were only about 12 people who had stayed over for the night, all of them being either from the grid, or one of the WAGs, as the internet had dubbed them.

Although you were confused as to why everyone had so suddenly looked, and then just as quickly averted their gaze, you headed to sit at the large table. Charles cooking hadn’t been so miserable today, only about half of it being slightly charred. Oscar took his seat next to you, laying his hand onyour thigh. You turned to look at him, and gave him a silent nod as the go ahead to tell the group about your news.

Just as Oscar was about to speak, a sharp voice suddenly interrupted him. Carlos.

“So, you two got up to some fun last night, sí?” He said with a smirk, he was a very forward and teasing person.

The blush that covered both you and Oscars faces confirmed whatever Carlos was insinuating, and that only made the groups laugh even harder. You turned to Oscar with an embarrassed look. It was obvious how oblivious the both of you were to how loud you had been last night. It now made sense how Lando, who you considered to be a brother, couldn’t meet your eyes earlier when you offered him a ‘good morning’.

It was clear that Oscar was equally as embarrassed as you, although the slight smirk on his face said otherwise. The usually quiet and introverted man was sort of proud that everyone heard how good he could make you feel. He broke everyone’s laughter as he spoke.

“Well, at least now we don’t have to tell you guys. But, we’re together, for clarification.”

Everyone offered their congratulations, still quietly laughing about the whole situation. Lando, on the other hand, was not finding this as amusing.

“I am happy for you guys, just… don’t be so loud next time. I don’t need to hear any of that. Y/n is like a sister to me!”

This sent everyone into a fit again, laughing at not only you and Oscars expense, but Lando’s as well.

“Yeah,” Carlos speaks up, “You didn’t need to tell us anything, we all heard.”

a/n ~ again, thank you guys so much for the support on part one!!! i really appreciate it. let me know if you have any requests for writes, i’ll do pretty much anyone. hasta la vista, bebé