#oops i said yes fanfic

[sophiie2000]

Hi i read your fics, and i REALLY like them! Aso a kunihiro fan here and that made me wanna request a fanfic too, if its ok. In one of his secret confession kunuhiro mentions how he remembers her saying he's like a dad and he wonders if she still thinks of him the same and that had me wondering how he'd be as a dad and as a husband to a pregnant MC 😭😭😭 CAN I REQUEST PLEASE?

Hey! It means so much to know you read and enjoyed my writing! ♡

I ADORE Kunihiro, and so seeing you request a fic about him made me squeal with excitement! I'd been wanting to write another fic for him, so THANK YOU for requesting him! 😁

Thank you for trusting me with your idea too! I hope I've managed to capture at least a part of what you were picturing! ☆

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Kunihiro Kasai x MC (OISY)

Word Count ~ 2142

The sky outside was finally starting to fade from the burned orange shade of sunset, towards a purple painted with pink hues, as evening began to turn to night. The sun finally having set. It was getting late. Kunihiro had been hoping to get home earlier tonight. It had been a while since he had been able to spend a peaceful evening alone with his wife.

She had returned from a project that had required her to travel to the location a few hours away from their home. Luckily the problem hadn’t taken her away from Kunihiro for much more than a few nights, but even that was enough for him. He had missed her.

He had changed a lot since his marriage. Before, he had been a notorious womaniser. Planned to be a bachelor for life. He hadn’t disliked his lifestyle. He had enjoyed many beautiful women. But married life had taught him the joys of monogamy. Or at least, being married to his wife had. He doubted any other woman could have convinced him such joys existed, much less provide him with the happiness he had found with his wife.

He had planned to spoil his wife rotten upon her return, however it seemed anything and everything that could go wrong or require his attention sprouted up upon her highly anticipated return.

This afternoon had been a nightmare. First, he had to deal with an internal conflict with two projects fighting over one construction company. When he finally dealt with that conflict, Togo had knocked on his office door informing him an emergency board meeting had been called regarding a new company being founded who had been looking to poach clients from Myoshi Concepts and other companies in the area.

By the time Kunihiro was walking through the front door to the home he shared with his wife, it was no surprise that all he wanted was to spend time reacquainting himself with her, on their sofa, in their bed, in their shower. Wherever she would allow him.

The smell of dinner hit him as he entered their home, so he followed the sound of his wife pottering around in the kitchen. For a moment he paused in the doorway, watching her dance around their kitchen, oblivious to his presence.

It gave him the time to simply watch her. She had twisted her long, brown locks up into a messy bun, a few wisps curled around her cheeks, having escaped the bun. She had changed out of the formal clothes she’d left the house in this morning, now donning a comfy loungewear set, Kunihiro had gifted her on her birthday. Her bare feet padded across the hardwood floor. The image in front of him was picturesque. Domestic bliss.

Kunihiro couldn’t think of anything that could make this moment more perfect. The love of his life, dancing around their kitchen, preparing a meal for them to share together.

It was perfect.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Kunihiro approached his wife, caging her in a warm embrace, placing a chaste kiss to her cheek, before tightening his hold and resting his head on her shoulder.

“Smells delicious” His whispered words sent a shiver through his wife’s body. A smile gracing her soft features.

“I made your favourites”.

“You are my favourite”. He responded, finally pressing his lips to hers, before heading off to set the table.

However, when he approached the table, he noticed it had already been set.

Candles provided a romantic lighting, and sweet vanilla scent. Music played quietly in the background, adding to the tender mood. A glass of wine sat in front of his place at the table, with a small rectangular box, gift wrapped, carefully positioned beside it.

Panic bled through Kunihiro.

Had he been so busy that he had forgotten an important date? It wasn’t his wife’s birthday; they had celebrated that a couple of months back. Though she wouldn’t have been gifting him a present had it been. It wasn’t their anniversary, that was still a few months away. No promotions. No big jobs completed to be celebrated.

He was stumped. He couldn’t think of anything.

When he turned to towards his wife, the panic ebbed. She was smiling softly at him. He noticed she seemed nervous. Her eyes seemed glazed, misty. As though she may cry. But she didn’t seem upset. She seemed happy. Excited, maybe?

When she took her seat at the table, placing their dinner plates on their respective mats, Kunihiro followed suite. Sitting in his place. The rectangular box staring back up at him, tauntingly.

“You could open it, rather than sit there worrying about what it may be”. His wife whispered; amusement laced her tone.

Kunihiro’s eyes shot up to meet hers. His mouth dry, he gulped a mouthful of his wine, before offering his wife a slight nod.

Picking up the gift, he noted that it was very light. The size of the box perfect to hold a piece of jewellery, such as a necklace or bracelet. But his wife had never gifted him either and with him still not understanding what could have possibly been special enough to warrant a gift from his loving wife, Kunihiro didn’t think jewellery would be what was waiting for him inside.

Heart racing, Kunihiro delicately tore the gift paper covering the box holding his gift. Slowly, he lifted the lid which had been obscuring his view of what lay inside. When he finally saw what awaited him, he could have sworn his heart stopped, skipped a beat, and then worked overtime.

He sat frozen for a moment. Only his wife’s nervous fidgeting brought him out of his daze. Meeting her eyes, he couldn’t fight the smile that fought to tug at his lips.

“I-is this what I think it is?” He stumbled over his words, pure excitement flooding his veins. His wife offered him a nod, a smile on her face matching his own.

“Does it mean what I think it does?” He asked, and his wife’s grin grew larger.

Tears spilling over her beautifully flushed cheeks. Kunihiro couldn’t help the tears that collected in his eyes and trailed down over his own cheeks.

He asked his wife one final question.

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby”. His wife nodded frantically. You couldn’t have stopped the tears that fell between them.

Kunihiro had jumped out of his chair, dropping the positive pregnancy test that had sat in the box, before grasping his wife and spinning her around in his arms.

Pure excitement and happiness coursing through him. He pressed his lips repeatedly to his wife’s. Pressing kisses to her lips, her cheeks, her brow, her forehead, her neck, before finally bringing his lips back to hers once more.

When he had gotten home this evening and saw his wife dancing in their kitchen, he had thought things couldn’t be more perfect. Yet knowing that she is carrying his child, their baby, showed him just how much more perfect things were going to become.

*

As the months ticked by, Kunihiro’s excitement grew.

He attended all his wife’s doctors’ appointments. Putting copies of the baby scans on their fridge or keeping copies in his wallet, so he always had it close by.

Keeping the news of their pregnancy a secret during the first few months was difficult. Kunihiro was excited, he wanted everyone to know he was going to be a Papa. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops. While he would never tell his wife, he may have let the news slip to Kuranosuke that they were expecting slightly earlier than they agreed. But she couldn’t be mad, Kunihiro thought, he was just excited, and he needed to tell someone, so why not his best friend?

The day they found out they were having a little girl, Kunihiro felt his heart burst. A little girl. He hoped she would look like her Mama. The woman he adored and would make him a father. Something he hadn’t know he wanted, until that evening when he opened the greatest gift he had ever received.

His wife had had to stop him many times from buying baby items every time they went shopping. She had returned home from work one evening to eight different parcels, containing all sorts of baby items that Kunihiro had ordered while he should have been preparing for his reforms meeting. He had also decorated what would be the baby’s room. A light sage room, with a plush grey carpet, had a cot set up along the back wall. Drawers which held baby blankets, bibs, nappies, and wipes, with a changing mat on the top, and a cupboard, already full of baby clothes, lined another wall. A box sat in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with the numerous toys Kunihiro had purchased for their baby. And a wooden rocking chair sat beside the window, a knitted throw draped over the back.

The only argument he and his wife had had during her pregnancy was her refusal to give up work during her pregnancy. Kunihiro worried she would become too stressed and take on too many projects. When his wife stubbornly denied his request, he ordered Kuranosuke to ensure she did not overwhelm herself with work.

Everyone told Kunihiro he would feel nervous the closer his wife’s due date got. However, each day just brought Kunihiro more joy. Each night after work, he would rub his wife’s swollen, aching feet and tell her how much he loved her, how proud he was of her for carrying their child, how he hoped their little angel would be just like her Mama. Then he would rub moisturiser over his wife’s growing bump, whispering words of love and happiness toward his little girl, before placing a kiss on the bump. He promised himself he would do that every night until he could place a kiss on his little girl’s brow instead.

*

The night Kunihiro’s wife went into labour, was the only night of this pregnancy that broke his heart. Her cries that accompanied each contraction clawed at him. He wished he could take away her pain. He wished he could do something more to help than just offering her a hand to squeeze and chest to cry into.

He whispered words of love, and affirmation over and over. He told her how proud he was. How well she was doing. He tried not to take offence at the expletives she threw his way. He tried not to chuckle when she adamantly informed him, she would not be birthing anymore of his children.

Yet when they heard the powerful wails of their baby girl arrive in the early hours of the morning, everything else faded away. All Kunihiro saw, was his beautiful wife and the small baby girl she had just brought into the world.

While his little girl showed the world how powerful her lungs were with her cries, Kunihiro noticed the full head of thick hair, which had a slight wave to it, dark like his own. As the midwife rested their little angel on his wife’s chest, Kunihiro found himself immediately drawn to them.

To his girls.

He hadn’t thought himself capable of love. Not until his wife. Yet now, once again, another was showing him he was capable of love.

His little girl.

Kunihiro watched his girls together, the wails of his little angel having quietened, she now slumbered peacefully in her Mama’s arms. And for the first time, Kunihiro got to do what he had waited months to do. He pressed a soft kiss to his little girl’s brow, careful not to wake her.

As he pulled back, he placed a similar kiss to his wife’s sweat covered brow, gently brushing her matted hair back from where it stuck to her forehead. His gaze traced lovingly over her beautiful face, as he thanked whatever divine being brought this magnificent, strong woman into his life.

And when his wife’s eyes met his and she offered him a blinding smile, the hours of pain long forgotten, Kunihiro promised himself then, he was going to be the greatest Papa and Husband to his girls. He would provide them with everything they would need. He would teach his little one anything and everything he possibly could.

After taking his girls home and watching as his wife swayed with their daughter in her arms, humming a soothing tune, Kunihiro made one more promise.

One he would tell his wife one day soon.

As soon as she was ready, he wanted to fill their home with more little angels.

Because nothing had ever filled him with so much joy and happiness, than this moment, right here with his wife and daughter.

This, he thought, this was perfect.

[blutopaz15]

hoping to flesh out my draft of the second half of the next chapter of inn sandwich tomorrow and post this weekend

have a snippet of callum freaking out about their one room (and their one bed) in the meantime 😘

[sparkles-oflight]

🌹

well... here you go:

- Well, if you say it so nicely, then I won’t.

[butchvampireheimerdinger]

can we get butchfemme sevika/reader hcs please :3

GAWD yes. Lord, I've been waiting for this day lessgo

ButchFemme Sevika/Reader Headcanons

⚢ In typical butch fashion, her love language is acts of service

⚢ Loves to be fawned over ! Like “Omfg babe you’re sooo strong helping me put together furniture” and trust she is melting even though her face is expressionless and immoveable

⚢ She likes when you graze your long nails over her skin for back scratches and its all nice and light and tingly

⚢ She’s not much of a prettyboy (prettybutch…?) so she doesn’t really have a skincare routine but you have an extensive regimen so she memorizes all ur million little bougie products and gets you an extra to keep at ur place so you don’t have to eff up your skincare routine in favor of spontaneous sleepovers

⚢ Yeah she’s not too particular about her grooming in general. She lets you cut her hair even if you’re not super experienced with clippers. She still hypes you up even if you nick her ear when doing up her side shave/undercut.

“Oops! Sorry babe I think I got your ear…”

“Didn’t even feel it. You’re doing great baby keep going.”

⚢ On that note, pet names: For Sevika, its baby alll dayyyyyy ! She calls you baby, my girl, my pretty girl, my woman, etc. And as for what you call her, she always loves a “omg babe” moment. And “settle down there, cowboy” but in like a jesting sorta way. Also: “my butch.”

⚢ Stone top/pillow princess anybody?

⚢ Also: she’s ur cash cow. She loves buying you expensive shit and showing you off and showing off the expensive shit. You breathed in the direction of a particularly nice perfume? Surprise! It’s in your bathroom the following day. Like. It’s a theme. Especially in ur pre-relationship courting era. “Baby anything you want I get for you. Say the word I’ll buy for you the moon, the stars, et cetera, no one can provide for you like I can” blah blah blah

⚢ But you can’t be interrupting her card games tho. She’s like a teenage boy on the xbox with those things. Probs something to be worried about tbh.

⚢ And I’ve written this into a fanfic already, but that bitch wears boyshorts. I was thinking boxers for a while but I think that would be too much bulk over them skinny little plants she wears. I am a Sevika boyshorts TRUTHER

⚢ And she works out. Matter of fact, forget the prettybutch comment because Sevika WORKS OUTTT and I think she has resistance bands. Like she goes to an actual gym but around the house you’ll find her repping with those damn resistance bands to relieve stress or just cause she sees them and remembers.

⚢ And she works out to like. Classical music. Cause she’s a classy mothafuckaaa just absolutely getting ripped and her face is in a scary ass sneer but there's like ode to joy in the background

⚢ You pack her lunch. She gets flamed at work cause her paper bag is covered in lil hearts and stickers and kissy lipstick marks and its filled with sugary baked goods like pink sparkly cupcakes and fruity pastries cause u can’t cook. But by gawd u can bake.

⚢ That being said, she’s the cook in the relationship. Especially when it comes to meat. It’s problematic. Sevika’s version of “girl dinner” is straight up protein. Her typical meal is like. A rotisserie chicken + hard boiled eggs. It made you gasp the first time you saw her pull out one of her meal prep tins and it was just that.

⚢ Oh yeah and she meal preps

⚢ Claims she “doesn’t get sick” because her “immune system is just built different.”

⚢ When she does get sick, she refuses to chill out and let herself be sick and she tries to speedrun her way to health by taking too much vitamin C and then working out and cranking the heat to “sweat it out quicker.”

⚢ She knits to relieve stress

⚢ Sleeps topless and in undies. And a wife pleaser tank if its chilly.

[erii-ya]

Punishing Female Trafalgar Law

LAW X FEM READER

A Valentine’s Special One Piece FanFic

CW: **NSFW, smut, bounded, finger-fudging, swear words, dominant reader, submissive Law, spoilers, not proofread**

WC: 1.7k

Dedicated to Anonymous (This may not be to your liking, but I thought of dedicating this story for you still. But I’ll make another one more decent. 😅)

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“Y/N-ya… ngghh… s-stop this…” Law huffed. Feverishly squirming under his restraints while you take your time thrusting two fingers inside his wet sex. Choking back a sob, not wanting to accept the fact that you are in control this time and not him.

An unexpected opportunity arises, much to your luck. After getting hit by one of Blackbeard’s men’s devil fruit, Trafalgar Law was turned into a woman. The lasting effect of the DF power is unknown, so you took the opportunity before you missed the chance.

Restrained in your bed by seastone cuffs is your captain and partner, Trafalgar Law, in his female form, as you like to call it. Why you have a seastone cuff is thanks to you being a weird collector of unusual things.

You gave her a maniacal grin, “Aww, the princess wants me to stop?” you teased. Curling up your fingers inside him, hitting that perfect spot you know so well will make him see stars - or hearts.

Law writhed in pure bliss. He didn’t expect this to be too…good. Now he knows just what you feel whenever he does this to you. “Yes…nghh-no… ahh fuuuck.” and for the nth time, he squirted. 

Making a mess on your shared bed and on you, but you didn’t care. As if it’s not enough torture for Law, you played with his clit while he's at it, the same as what he does to you. Overstimulating him while he moans and spasms uncontrollably under you.

The way he looks right now, sweat forming on his forehead, the uneven pump of his chest, and his half-lidded eyes full of undeniable desire and excitement, made you even more eager to mess him up. You want him to experience the same things he’d done to you, how he played and bullied you down there.

Law was gasping for air, looking at you. He wants to say something, but his thoughts are still in disarray after another display of performance. Without missing a beat and to build up his arousal, you shamelessly suck up your fingers that were covered with his essence, licking it clean. You saw how his eyes widened and gulped down in anticipation.

You hover over him, giving him a sloppy kiss to which he hungrily returns. “Can you taste yourself? You tasted so sweet, love. Just how I like it.” you told him in between kisses. Law only moaned in agreement.

“Good girl…so obedient for me.” you cooed. You act precisely as how he is when he fucks you dumb, and you, in fact, are enjoying it. The feeling of being dominant over him for the first time in the course of your sex life was so satisfying it’ll be etched in your memories forever.

Breaking the kiss, you slowly descend to suck on his melons, going down to his sex, leaving a trail of bite marks and hickeys on his body. “Wh-what are you-ooohhh shit…” he hadn’t got time to finish his words when you started to ‘eat’ him out. 

You had never done this before, so you mentally followed how you remembered him doing it with you. Licking his folds while playing with his clit, seems to give him the same amount of pleasure as you experienced since he started to convulse again and was trying hard to squeeze his thighs shut. But he can’t because his legs are splayed out in restraints for you.

“You truly do too much work for me whenever you do this, don’t you?” you stopped for a bit, making him whine in dismay. “Oops, sorry. Were you enjoying it? Just want to appreciate you for a minute.”

“Y/N-ya… stop… t-teasing… m-me…” said Law, heavily breathing, lust covering his strained voice. “I-I want… to cu–ngghhh” moaning louder when you thrust your digits inside him again.

“You’re saying something, hon?” you asked, mischievously toying with him while you continuously pounded your fingers painfully slow inside him. You can feel him clench your digits in their every thrust, desperately clinging onto them for immediate relief until you see him starting to buckle up his hips, attempting to chase his climax.

Then you stop. Removing your fingers inside him.

Law glared at you due to your sudden halt. He was almost there, reaching his needed peak, but you mercilessly stopped and left him hanging on nothing. “W-wait.. Why’d you- why’d you stop?” he groaned.

Eyes lustful, you stared back at him; licking your lips, you asked, “Was it good?”

“Yes… yes, babe, so please… let me cum.” he begged. 

HE. BEGGED. 

The surgeon of death BEGGED.

It boosted your ego so much that you can’t stop thinking how you’ll prolong this game with him. He’s not the only one on edge for a while now. You can feel your own wetness dripping down your legs. If only you could be turned into a guy right now, you’ll definitely fuck the lights out of him.

You walk over to his side, tracing your fingers on his sensitive skin. Sitting down, you gently wiped away his drool and tucked the strands of loose hair covering his sweat-covered face behind his ears. Slowly laying down beside him, giving feathery kisses on his cheeks, your arm snaked behind him so you could fiddle on his hardened nips, pinching them from time to time while the other hand reached down on his sex, your middle and ring finger alternating between circling his clit and lunging inside.

Law felt the familiar knots on his stomach again, heat building up along with it. “Babe…” he said breathily. “Please… let me cum…” pleading for an immediate release.

You stopped what you were doing and shushed him. Cupping his face with one hand, you close your mouth to his ears, licking it sensually as how he liked it. 

“You want to cum, hon?” Law nodded eagerly, lust drunk. “Me too. Can you feel how wet I am for you right now?” you cooed—placing one of his thighs in between your dripping sex and humping on it. The squelching sound it made was too much for Law to handle. Giving him shivers, and you feel his body tense against yours.

“This is so unfair, love.” whispering in his ears in a flirtatious tone. “As much as I want to play and tease you more while you’re in your female form, I wish you could fuck me senseless instead.” 

Hearing your remark made Law choke.

“Fuck me so hard the only thing I could do is scream your name.” you added. “But I guess it’s not my lucky day, so to be fair, cum for me instead… but only through my voice.” purring to his ears. 

As much as it pains him to admit, Law was actually enjoying this sadistic side of you. He was so thrilled seeing that confidence while you tormented him the whole time. And that dirty talk… hot damn. It makes him too impatient to go back to being a man so he can wipe that smug grin off your face using his cock.

Law’s already at his limit. Your voice sends a tingling sensation throughout his body, and it’s not helping him at all. He started jerking, trying his best to free himself from his shackles, and you’re enjoying watching him try.

To add more fuel to his now blazing fire of desire, you continued purring sweet nothings and dirty talking through his ears. Biting it, then licking, then moaning deliciously after.

“It’s alright, love. You’re doing great.”

“Ngghhh yes… yes that’s it… cum for mee”

“Can’t wait to have you inside me again. My pussy’s throbbing just thinking about it.”

“I am so hot and ready for you, babe.”

“I need you, Law.”

“I love you, captain.”

“Remember to pump me up with your seeds once you're back.”

“I want all of it. I want all of you.”

As soon as you said the last word, Law went on an overdrive—his slim female body spasms in delight with his successful release. Appalled that he came to a climax because of your voice. 

You didn’t interrupt him this time and let him chase down his high. Planting kisses on his face, neck, and shoulders.

“Such a good boy.” you said, wrapping him in a hug as he pants, trying to get even breaths.

You both stayed in that position; moments later, you heard his light snores. Seeing that he’s already out cold, probably due to your exhausting torture, you carefully stood up and removed the seastone cuffs securing him one by one.

There were red marks around his wrists and ankles, proof of him trying to unbind himself the whole time. Feeling a pang of guilt, you softly caress the marks as if it’ll help heal them.

“I may have gone overboard. I’m sorry, love.”

To appease him when he wakes up, you change your clothes to one of his since yours has gotten quite messed up earlier and go over to the kitchen to get him some water and whip up an Onigiri. 

As you return to your shared bedroom, you are so busy mentally thinking about the other things you must prepare to clean him up that you don’t notice the towering shadow in the room waiting for your return. You placed the tray you were holding on his desk near the entrance and were about to close the door when you saw Law –in his original, manly figure, in all his glory, closing in on you.

‘Oh no. This won’t be good.’

“Fuck. I forgot somethi–...” You frantically turn around to open the door when Law cuts you to it, pinning you in place between him and the door.

Feeling his breath in your ears, he whispered, “Why the rush, Y/N-ya? Didn’t you say you are so hot and ready for me?”

“I should’ve left you in cuffs until morning.” you whizzed. 

Law only chuckled; wrapping his other hand on your waist, he spun you around to face him. There, you saw golden eyes staring back at you, piercing your soul and your very core. You swallowed up a lump.

His eyes are still lustful; you know he’ll go feral any minute because you awaken the beast.

“Who would’ve thought this was YOUR lucky day?” mocking you for what you said a while ago. “I hope you built up enough stamina because just as you wished, I’ll fuck you so hard; not only will you scream my name… but you may also not be able to walk for the next. Three. Days.”

‘I am sooo dead.’

(*/ω＼*) (*/ω＼*) (*/ω＼*) (*/ω＼*) (*/ω＼*) (*/ω＼*) (*/ω＼*)

A/N: Never thought my first Trafalgar Law fic would be smut. Not even sure if I intended it to be a dirty smut or a decent smut if that makes sense. Happy Valentine's to all!

My bisexual heart had never been triggered by a fictional character until this dazzling pirate captain came to my knowledge. Thank you, Oda-sensei! Thank you for making Trafalgar D. Water Law. I hope the live-action will do him justice, too.

[another-supernova-girl]

Because the Night - John Woodruff (Oh Lucy!) x Fem OC - Part 1 (of 2)

(AKA Fuckboys Have Feelings, Too)

warnings : mild consensual sexual content, profanity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of self harm, mentions of past infidelity (not between OC and John) I watched Oh Lucy! after witnessing the gif sets of *that scene* and, oops, 10,000 words of fanfic happened. This was originally intended as a one-shot, but I've split it up due to the size of it. The second half is 90% complete and will be posted within a few days of this 1st chapter. Sorry, not sorry, to the OC haters, but no one else seems to be writing for this character, so...I'll write what I like! Gif is mine.

(( word count : ~ 5,700 ))

“Oh, no,” Nikki mumbled as she stood at the front door of a stranger's house, bags of food clutched in her hands, waiting to be delivered. The dwelling wasn't familiar, but the loudest voice emitting from inside, and upon second glance, a car parked a few houses down, were unmistakable, and a groan escaped her throat as a man she knew all to well opened the door.

“Nikki?” he asked, surprised, glancing at his phone for the displayed information of his assigned 'Dasher'. “Damn, if I'd known you were delivering, I would have left a bigger tip-”

“And I would have declined the job,” she mumbled, shoving the bags of Tex-Mex toward him. “Goodb-”

“Wait! Wait, don't...” the currently unemployed, former university professor John Woodruff spoke up, his voice quickly softening, barely audible against the loud music from inside that flowed through the open door. “Can I borrow you?”

“Borrow...no. No way, I gotta go-”

“Please? I need a favor-”

“I don't care-”

“Nikki, I really...look. I got invited to this party, and I didn't know my buddy was trying to set me up, and she is just...she's really not my type, and she won't leave me alone,” John whispered, his proximity increasing as he spoke against the noise from inside.

“John...why would I help you-”

“I'll...I'll pay you. I will literally give you money to keep this girl off my-”

“Dick?” Nikki offered, a smirk threatening to overtake her lips.

“...I was going to say 'back', but yeah, that too, I guess,” he mumbled, giving her those big pleading eyes that had an established history of making her brain go stupid.

“You'll pay me?” she finally asked to confirm, and the middle-aged beach bum nodded in the affirmative. “Is that, like...on top of the money you already owe me?” she inquired, watching his face blanch.

“I owe you money?” he whispered in an even smaller voice.

“Who do you not owe money, Professor?” she asked, and John squeezed his eyes closed, defeat taking over his features.

“Please?” he hedged, his brows knitting together as he opened his eyes again. “I will do whatever you want, I just really don't need this right now,” he implored, his body slumping against the door frame, his head cocked to one side.

Closing her own eyes, Nikki began to shake her head side to side slowly, letting out a sigh as she finally looked up at the looming man again. “Fine,” she breathed, and his eyes widened in genuine surprise, smiling in relief before glancing back over his shoulder to the party-goers inside. “Am I, like...supposed to be your fake girlfriend, or-”

“Yes!” John nearly shouted before lowering his voice, finally taking the bags out of her hands, watching her reach into her back pocket for her phone to pause deliveries. “You...you're amazing,” he mumbled, even as she continued to frown at her device, putting it away. “Just...pretend to be my girlfriend until this chick leaves, and I will...whatever you want, it's yours-”

“I thought you said you were going to pay me-”

“Yeah, like I said, whatever you want,” he mumbled, and she let out a frustrated sigh as she set the alarm on her car and stepped inside the house, John disappearing just long enough to set the food down in the kitchen, and reappearing almost immediately.

“Give me your hoodie,” she insisted when he stepped close enough to hear her over the thumping music.

“My hoodie?”

“Yeah, that's what girlfriends do, right? Steal their boyfriends' hoodies?” she explained, her arms crossed over her body like she was cold. John chose to ignore, for the moment, the etched lines on the inside of her forearm as he shrugged off his zippered jacket and stepped around her to assist her in slipping into it. “So, who are we putting on a show for?”

“A show?” he asked, slightly confused, watching her drag the metal zipper pull up to her collarbone, the oversized article swamping her smaller frame.

“Yeah, what girl are you so desperate to not fuck,” Nikki clarified, watching him as he nodded, following his gaze until he settled on a blonde across the room, staring back at them. John's bare arms wrapped around her before she could breathe another word. “She's...cute,” Nikki mumbled, her arms winding around the unemployed man's back, turning her head to glance away when the other woman's eyes focused on her own.

“She's a moron,” John mumbled, setting his scruff-darkened chin atop her crown.

“I thought you liked dumb girls,” she whispered, feeling his chest rise and fall against her from the close contact.

“Even I have my limits,” he claimed, his stomach announcing it's hunger and distracting them both. “Are you hungry?”

* * *

“So...since when do you deliver food,” John muttered between bites of his taco, Nikki sitting beside him on the front porch, away from the bulk of the noise, staring off at nothing in particular.

“Since my housing situation took a turn,” she returned, glancing over to the man beside her. Nothing on his face indicated surprise.

“Yeah, I, uh...I heard you and your guy broke up,” he mentioned, and she nodded, hunching forward to lessen the instinct to look at him. Even when he was irritating her, he still managed to look obnoxiously pretty. “You okay? I mean, aside from the...housing...thing,” he muttered, stuffing the last of his food into his mouth, and rubbing his hands together to rid himself of tortilla dust.

“I guess...I don't think I ever really let myself get too attached to him,” she mused, playing at the edges of the hoodie sleeves that fell past her fingertips. “As it turned out, he had a case of W.D.S., so...”

John's brows came together in confusion as he watched her avoid looking at him, “What is W.D.S.?”

“Wandering Dick Syndrome,” she confirmed with a nod, glancing his way with a less serious look when he chuckled at the explanation.

“I, uh...I don't think I've ever heard it called that,” he noted.

“I coined it,” Nikki added, and John nodded, trying to hold back any more laughter. Just because she could make a joke about it didn't necessarily mean she was unbothered by it.

“You sure you're okay?” John finally asked again, his facade a bit more serious as he reached out to brush loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I, uh...I noticed you started, um...I didn't know you were still doing that,” he mumbled, indicating her left arm, swamped in the fabric of his jacket.

“They're not that fresh,” she muttered, wrapping her arms more tightly around herself, even in the temperate air. John's brows lifted at once as she let out a breath that tinged on a laugh. “You know, he, uh...he never noticed...not that I was exactly shoving it in his face, or anything, but...You know what?” she sigh, pursing her lips as she stared out at the road, cluttered with parked cars, their drivers filling the house behind the faux couple. “I don't really wanna talk about it.”

John was silent for several seconds, watching as she fidgeted more with the cuffs of the hoodie, trying to disappear even further into the oversized article. When he finally reached an arm out and wrapped it around her shoulder, pulling her in closer to himself, she put up no fight.

“So...why were you with that guy, anyway? I mean, if he wasn't worth getting attached to, or...” John queried, adjusting his body further to accommodate the young woman beside him as she nestled in against him, her temple against his shoulder, his large hand palming hers. Something about the lack of distance between them felt familiar, but he couldn't decide on the reason. They'd known each other for years, perhaps more than was ethical given the age difference between them, but nothing romantic or sexual had ever bloomed between them. Even so, something about it felt strangely natural to him.

“I dunno,” she finally spoke up, her left hand rising to meet his, their fingers clutching each others from over her shoulder. “I guess I was just...trying to fill up empty space.”

“So, you're saying you need your empty spaces filled-”

“Oh, my god, shut up,” she huffed, rolling her eyes, but her laughter escaped before she could contain it, and she felt the former professor's bristly chin rub against her crown, his free hand sweeping around to lift her own chin, enough for him to see some warmth return to her eyes.

“At least you smiled,” he whispered, his fingers brushing absently along her jaw. His gaze focused on her lips, the smile gone, replaced with something serene, and John's tongue ran between his own lips, quickly filling the space between before it disappeared, his body leaning in closer, Nikki's remaining quite still, save for her closing eyes.

“There you are!” came a deafening shout as the screen door slammed open, missing the 'couple' by inches, and distance automatically formed between them as John's arm dropped away from her shoulder, and they both looked behind themselves at the source of the intrusive voice. “We're outta beer, dude, we need you to go get more,” the boisterous man declared, caring not a bit about the intimate moment he'd pulverized. Before he could even speak up, John was immediately cut off. “Come on, man, you're the closest to sober...and I bought you dinner,” he reminded, his arms crossing as John let out a sigh. When John looked back at the young woman beside him, she shrugged but spoke no words.

“I...Alright,” he surrendered, dropping his arms as they completely abandoned Nikki, dragging himself to his feet as she did the same, crossing her own arms as she watched the inebriated man press cash into John's hand, and disappear back inside.

“Well, I think that's my sign to leave,” she mumbled as she began to unzip the borrowed jacket, but John's hand was on hers before she could separate the two, fleecy edges.

“Don't...don't go...come with me,” he encouraged, pocketing the cash with his other hand.

“I don't really think tha-”

“I know you don't wanna go home,” he cut her off, and her gaze rose to his umber eyes, his parted lips pursing as he stared back at her. “Besides,” he continued, glancing back at the house behind them both. “If you leave now, they'll never believe we're really dating,” he concluded, hopping off the porch and almost tripping as he nearly underestimated the height of the stairs, leading down to the congested driveway.

“Just what this situation needs...more alcohol.” Nikki's voice drifted off as she watched the middle-aged man jog through the grassy yard. Didn't it start a lot like this, last time, she pondered as she began to take strides toward the car she'd recognized earlier, old and worn and barely in one piece from the looks of it.

“You say something?” John asked, as Nikki reached the passenger door he'd opened on his way around to the driver's side, watching her as she slipped inside the car.

“Nothing,” she lied, feigning a smile at him before clicking her seat-belt into place.

After an uncomfortable minute or so of both passengers wondering whether the car was going to start, John making several attempts to fire up the engine before it finally caved to his intentions, the two set out down the winding road, passing several parked cars from the party-goers.

“I, uh...I hope it's the battery...I'm fucked if it's the alternator,” John spoke up in the silence, trying to concentrate on the task at hand, and not their almost-kiss on the porch. “Don't suppose you have any deliveries to pick up?” The look on his passenger's face when he glanced over was less than amused. “Sorry,” he quickly murmured.

“Aren't you unemployed? By choice?” she accused, her arms crossing as she stared at John, his brown eyes unusually focused ahead of him. “Some of us actually have to work to get by.”

“I wasn't trying to make fun of you,” he mumbled, his fingers flexing anxiously as he palmed the steering wheel. “I just...don't those gig jobs pay like shit?” he glanced her way, a bit relieved to see she wasn't staring him down any longer.

“It's not great, but...I need the extra money. And like you said, I, uh...I don't spend much more time at home than I absolutely have to. It fills the free time.”

“So, the extra money...you looking for a place?” he asked, bringing the car to a stop as the traffic light they'd been approaching shifted red.

“Not yet. There's nothing I can comfortably afford on my own, but...I really hate being home. It doesn't even feel like home anymore. Most nights, I don't even sleep there.”

John felt a discomfort in the pit of his stomach as he glanced her way, a handful of cars passing back and forth before them, “You aren't, uh...you haven't been...sleeping in your car-”

“No, nothing like that, I'm not...I haven't quite reached that level of desperation yet. I've mostly been bouncing around on a few friends' couches. I just hope I don't wear out my welcome before I've got enough money to move on,” Nikki explained, shifting her gaze from the road ahead of them to the man beside her.

“So...no chance of reconciliation?” John inquired as he drove, on the look out for a promising convenience store.

“I'd move out tomorrow if I could,” she huffed, shifting in the seat and drawing her legs up to cross them before her. “I mean...could you stay with someone who cheated on you? Several times, apparently.”

“I guess not,” he muttered, thoughtful. He wasn't sure if he'd ever had a partner cheat on him. Historically, more often than not, they just got sick of him and left. “'Could you be with someone who cheated at all?”

“Like...a man who's technically still married, but-”

“Separated,” John cut in.

“Not divorced,” she mumbled.

“That's...that's true,” he admitted, pulling off the main street and into a brightly lit gas station parking lot. When the car came to a stop, John shifted into 'park' and left the keys in the ignition as he climbed out of the car, motor still running, leaving without a word into the store, though taking care to not slam his door behind himself. He wasn't frustrated with her. After all, he had basically started the conversation that had led them to silence, again. And much as he preferred to hide from his responsibilities, he wasn't ignorant to the fact that most of those unpleasant aspects were consequences of his own making.

He was relieved to see a thoughtful look on her face when he returned several minutes later, packs of beer in his arms. At least she didn't appear angry with him.

John emptied his cargo into the back seat, and slipped back inside, into the driver's seat, buckling his seat-belt, just beginning to attempt speech again when Nikki suddenly spoke up.

“You know, I kind of have a theory about cheating. Do you wanna hear it?” she asked as she shifted her gaze to the driver. John nodded silently, dropping his hand away from the gearshift, making sure to lock the doors, shifting in his seat to give her his attention. “So, my theory is...you can't cheat on someone you really care about...someone you love.”

“I, uh...I'm confused-”

“Well, hear me out,” she mumbled, adjusting the seat until is slid back, dropping the back rest a bit, and placing her shoe-clad feet up on the dashboard. “I think that...if you're at the point in a relationship where you cheat, or...are considering cheating, or even tempted to put yourself in a situation where you likely would cheat...then you don't really love the person you're with, anymore. If you did, you wouldn't betray them.”

“So...are you in the 'once a cheater, always a cheater' camp?” he asked, considering her with all his faculties as she practically lie down beside him, his gaze following the shadows created from the harsh electric light outside.

“No,” she stated simply, turning her head to glance at him, his eyes taking a few seconds longer than necessary to make it back up to hers. “I think that...if someone cheats in a relationship, it's over. It's done. There's no coming back from that...there wouldn't ever be real trust, and it's basically telling the cheater they can keep getting away with it.” John nodded silently, and Nikki continued. “But...I do think that, just because someone has cheated in the past, it doesn't mean they'll cheat on someone else in the future. We just have to...I dunno, pay more attention? Know ourselves a little better? Recognize when something is over, and...not force ourselves to stay with people that don't make us happy?”

“Sounds like there's a story, there,” John mused, finally reaching out a hand, weaving his fingers between his passenger's.

“Not an interesting one,” she answered, shifting her gaze to their joined hands. “I cheated...a couple times, when I was younger.”

“Really?” John queried, his brows raised in surprise.

“I didn't exactly plan to...I dated a couple of crappy guys when I was nineteen, and...I guess, twenty-one? I think I put up with some subpar boyfriends, because they were the first guys I'd been with since junior year that wanted to be more than just situationships. It almost feels like actual boyfriends somehow seem to put in even less effort than fuckboys.” She paused for a few seconds before her gaze drifted up to his, again. “Why is that?”

“What do you...are you asking from the point of view of a boyfriend, or a fuckboy?”

“Which one do you have more experience being?” she asked simply, and John's brows drew together, eyes a bit more narrow than usual as he peered down at her.

“I'd rather not say,” he finally admitted.

“Which one you've spent more time being, or why one treats girls even worse than the other?”

“Both,” he answered, immediately, redirecting. “So, uh...you said you hadn't planned to cheat, so...what happened?”

“What hap-...Right, um...” she closed her eyes, having trouble concentrating. That was the trouble, one of many, that accompanied the older man beside her. Willfully or not, he had a knack for making even smart girls do foolish things. “Well, under...various circumstances...I ended up sleeping with other people while I was dating those guys, and I broke up with them not long after, but...cheating made me realize that I didn't want to be in those relationships anymore. It wasn't even a case of me, like...falling for someone else. It just made me realize how unhappy I was.” She glanced back to the man beside her, drinking in her every word, contemplation in his eyes. When he didn't speak up, she continued.

“So, the next time a situation came up, when I had an opportunity to cheat with someone I'd been involved with before-”

“Another ex-boyfriend?”

“No, another fuckboy...anyway, when he reached out, with the weakest attempt of an 'I just wanna hang out', I told him 'no', because it wasn't worth putting myself in a situation where I'd be tempted.”

John watched her for several seconds as she lie beside him, reflecting. He didn't speak up until she finally prompted him with a simple, “Well?”

“I was just thinking...if you were still dating your ex, would you be here, beside me?”

Nikki settled more into the reclined seat as she stared up at him, contemplative. “Pretending to be your girlfriend, or-”

“At all,” he interrupted, and she sucked in her bottom lip slightly.

“I, um...I don't know,” she admitted.

John was silent for several seconds as he studied her features, curious of how she really saw him. “Would you be tempted?” he finally asked.

Nikki opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no words came to her, and she glanced around for anything to look upon that wasn't his face, when her wandering eyes focused on the dials above the steering wheel. “I, um...I think we should head back, while you still have the fuel to.”

The ride back was fairly silent, and even as they gathered up the purchases from the back, and trudged along as they carried them inside, finding themselves among the other party-goers, they spoke very little. It wasn't until John unloaded the boxes of cans into an ice-filled cooler, and pulled out something fruity and sweet he'd picked up for her, that she finally spoke up again, “I should, um...I should really go...I think that blonde left, so-”

“I wish you'd stay,” he mumbled suddenly, his hands stilling in the spreading of the ice. “It's kind of nice to pretend.” To her own frustration, she couldn't bring herself to disagree.

* * *

The hour neared midnight as the party guests trickled away, neither Nikki nor John making any attempt to separate from one another. She'd lied, to herself at least, in the car. She'd never have stayed, if she'd been in a relationship. She enjoyed his company too much, and his attention, his handsome face, his voice, his everything. It wasn't that she wouldn't trust him, exactly...she didn't trust herself. And she let him do as he pleased, his chest against her back, his hands on her hips, thumbs in her belt loops as they swayed lightly to the music that had died down to a playlist of 2000's top 40. She was stirred from her contentment when he spoke up against the music, his mouth near her ear as he asked his question.

“Can I ask you something and get an honest answer?” he uttered against the cartilage. When her body stilled, he abandoned her belt loops to wrap his arms lightly around her waist. “Why were you so eager to leave when you saw I was here? I know it's not just about needing money.”

“...Internal conflict?” she finally ventured after a thoughtful pause.

“That's not much of an answer,” he responded, drawing her even closer when someone stepped past them, seeking out refreshment. “Is it just this, uh...” John paused, his hands gripping her sides as he drew her near enough that she felt the scratch of his jeans against the backs of her legs, skin bare below the hem of her shorts, “This...thing, between us...that we don't talk about?”

When she felt him lift the edge of his hoodie that fell below the back pockets of her shorts, dragging her layer of denim against the zipper of his, she felt something else between them beyond the awkwardness, his hands finding her hips.

“That's part of it,” she finally whispered when he leaned in again, and she felt the pleasant scrape of his patchy beard against her temple.

“What's the other part?” he whispered, their bodies swaying with the music, John's front against her back.

“I guess...I was kind of embarrassed, too,” she admitted, felt his arms wrap securely around her waist. “We do have a...weirdly large overlap of friends. I didn't need you hearing about it, too.”

“I hope you didn't think I'd give you a hard time over it, or-”

“No, that's not...I-”

“It's okay,” John murmured against her ear as he reduced the last hints of distance between them to nothing, every part of him that lined up, against her. “And he was an idiot,” he added.

“And what does that say about me?” Nikki managed, John's hands dipping below the edge of the hoodie that swallowed her up, reaching around her from beneath it to place his large hands closer to her skin, venturing no further as he waited.

“It says that you're...kind, and...patient. Maybe not the best judge of character,” he mused, and she let out an audible breath.

“Yeah, that's no secret,” she mumbled, and she felt his bare fingertips brush her midriff when they traveled past the hem of her shirt. “What are you doing?” Besides pushing my boundaries and tempting me into more mistakes-

“Pretending,” he rasped into her ear from behind, and she felt his hands at her waist again, felt him roll his hips when her back arched slightly against him, felt what she hadn't in a few years through the denim of his jeans. Ah, yes. The main reason she'd opted to leave before he'd even seen her face when she'd arrived.

“Well, you're...you're pretty convincing,” she mumbled as she felt his hands splay over the tops of her thighs, arching further against him when he ground against her.

“Nikki?” he rasped as he leaned over her shoulder, his fingers curling at the openings of her cuffed shorts, his blunt nails scratching her skin as he gripped the denim. When she managed a nearly inaudible 'Yes?' in reply, he continued. “Is anybody expecting you, tonight?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, turning her head to the side, glancing back at his shoulder, not venturing to gaze any higher.

“Like...is anyone expecting you to show up to their sofa?” he clarified, and she nodded slightly in understanding.

“I, um...I haven't reached out to anyone yet...I didn't exactly plan on being distracted so long,” she explained, and she felt him nod from behind, his thumbs brushing her thighs.

“If you need a place to stay tonight, you could just...I mean, I've got plenty of room,” he hedged, drawing his fingers back from the edge of her shorts when her body became still. “If you want to...I'd even let you take the bed,” he offered.

“I'm not sure that's such a good idea,” she mumbled, and she felt his arms wrap around her again from beneath the hoodie she'd stolen.

“Can I ask you something else?” he finally spoke up after a short silence. When she nodded, he continued. “I know how this sounds, and I promise it's not me trying to be manipulative, but, um...do you...do you not trust me?”

“I...I don't trust me,” she admitted, and he released her when she began to shift in his embrace, turning toward him to look up to his handsome features. “And, I...I know where all that leads,”

“W-...Where do you think it's gonna lead,” he asked, watching her eyes as she blinked away from him, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Listen, John, I...I'm dealing with enough. I don't need old feelings getting stirred up-”

“Wait,” he spoke up a little louder, and lowered his voice to continue when he noticed a few people watching from across the living room. “Sweetheart, I-”

“Don't...Please, don't,” she plead, glancing around as well.

“Don't what?” John asked, his brows drawn together as he watched the young woman before him, his fingers finding the strings of his hoodie that she still wore, winding them lightly around his fingers.

“Don't call me shit like Sweetheart,” she implored, directing her gaze back to him, trying not to think about his large hands edging toward her face. “I really don't need that right now-”

“So, tell me what you need?” he cut in, his voice tempered but firm, his fingertips brushing along her jawline.

“I...I need to just...I don't know, relax for once. Not think about my ex, or my instability...or who I'm inconveniencing-”

“You are not an inconvenience,” John cut in, nudging her chin up with his thumbs, watched her eyes studiously as he considered her. “I wouldn't...Nikki, I wouldn't expect anything in return, that's...”

“I...I should go,” Nikki finally sputtered out, lifting her hands to the zipper pull, John immediately catching them and stilling her movements.

“Keep it,” he offered, nudging the metal pull back up the few inches she dragged it down. “Just, uh...just wait, okay? Let me walk you out,” he mumbled, stepping away as soon as the words left his mouth, Nikki swiveling to watch him cross the mostly empty room, down a hallway, gone.

If I were smart, I'd just leave, Nikki thought as she glanced around at nothing in particular, waiting. If I had an ounce of self-preservation-

“Hey!” she turned toward his voice when she heard it over her shoulder, found him reaching for her hand, and she allowed herself to be guided out of the dwelling, into the brisk air outside. When they had taken a few steps down the emptied driveway, closer to her car than his, his feet drew to a pause, his hand still grasping hers. “Hey, um...I want you to take my number,” he remarked, carefully grasping her arm and tugging the sleeve of his hoodie up to the elbow, the scars along her inner arm in various stages of healing, ending three or four inches from her wrist. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a permanent marker he'd swiped on his trek back through the house, popping the cap off and scrawling numbers onto her arm. “You don't have to give me yours, but...if you decide you wanna talk, or...put me in your sleepover rotation,” he paused, watching her face as he spoke, grateful at the tiny smile that tugged at her lips. “I'd even keep my hands to myself...if that's what you wanted,” he quipped, and her slight smile spread into a full one.

“Because you did such a swell job of that tonight,” she noted, and he shrugged.

“We were pretending, right?” he pointed out, though their faces both displayed a look that acknowledged that wasn't exactly true.

“Are we still pretending?” she whispered out as she felt him inch closer, wrapping his arms around her waist once more, but keeping his hands as innocently placed as he could.

“No,” he finally admitted as he leaned in, tilting his head to one side, pausing for the briefest moment when he closed in, pressing his lips against hers when she showed no further hesitance. “Nikki?” he whispered when he edged away again.

“I can't-”

“You don't have to-”

“John, I...you really don't remember, do you?” she asked, staring at the screen-printed logo of a mostly forgotten surf brand across his chest. He looked quite lost when she finally glanced up at his face. “Do you remember a party at Scott's, a few years ago? In the summer?”

“I...sorta,” he answered, the memory hazy. How many dozens of parties had he been to since? How much alcohol had he poured down his own throat?

“Okay, do you remember that...that was the last time we saw each other until tonight?” she continued, prodding him toward an answer he wasn't certain of, yet.

“K-...Kinda? I was, uh...I was drinking pretty heavy, then,” he admitted, reaching up to scratch anxiously at his scalp.

“That, you were.” she agreed, and John's anxiety began to form an ache in his stomach as he stared upon her.

“Nikki, what...did I do something to y-”

“It's not...it's not what you're thinking, don't...it was consensual, but, uh...we slept together,” she finally admitted aloud what she had not confessed to anyone else, in all that time. “I was...kinda drunk, and you were really drunk, and, uh...it lasted all of fifteen seconds,” she revealed, letting out an audible breath as she smiled faintly, shaking her head slightly at the memory. “Not much to remember, I guess, but, um...it wasn't exactly my finest moment...or decision,” she continued, rolling her eyes as the recalled that night. “I mean, if anything, I-” Her words ceased in her throat as she felt John's large hands grip her shoulders, pressing his lips against hers once more, probably not for the second time, he realized.

“I'm sorry...I don't remember any of that...I mean, I remember seeing you, and...I think I remember getting laid, but...is that the real reason you've been avoiding me all this time?” he questioned, and she shrugged apathetically. “Fuck...no wonder you don't trust me-”

“John, shut up,” she mumbled, sighing as she lifted a hand to press her fingers to his lips. “I already told you...I trust you. I just don't trust m-” her words were cut off once more as his lips found hers again, but he didn't draw away just as quickly, as he had before.

“Nikki,” he mumbled, his arms winding around her waist, dragging her closer to his body, swaying lightly as he held her, as they had in the house. “I know you think I'm this...perpetual man-child,” John whispered, and his arms tightened so slightly when she let out a wordless sound in response. “And I can't take back whatever happened that night...but I would, if I could, if that would fix...what?”

“You know...saying you'd take back sex with me isn't as flattering as y-”

“I'd go back and fuck you right if I could,” he clarified, and her response dried up in her parched throat. “I'm not gonna lie and say I haven't thought about it...at least a dozen times,” he continued, his embrace unceasing. “I don't like seeing you in pain, especially when I can help...even if it just means giving up my bed for the night.”

“John-”

“Just think about it, okay? Even if it means...you waking me up at four in the morning or something, that's fine. Okay?” he urged, standing straighter when she finally peered back up at him.

“Okay,” she finally whispered, and he nodded, leaning in once more to place a practically chaste kiss against her lips. “Are you staying?” she mumbled as he dropped his forehead to rest lightly against her own.

“No, I'm gonna head home...not much point in staying if you're leaving,” he confirmed.

“Assuming your car even starts,” she murmured, and he smirked, brows quirked.

“Don't even joke about that,” he answered, glancing down to his car, parked before the neighbor's house, along the street. “Maybe you should walk me to my car, instead,” he advised, shifting his eyes back to hers.

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Hey y’all, I finally finished the first chapter of that joining the outliers fanfic! And yes, I said chapter. This was supposed to be a one shot. Oops!

Anyway, here it is! Again apologies for any spelling mistakes I didn’t catch in proof reading

Dreams of your future

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

Ships: Y/N x The Outliers

CW: blood, violence, mention of hospitals, residual pain, mention of guns, poor mental health

You’re lying on cold ground. Large puffy snow flakes fall around you as blood pools in your stomach.

You were going about your day as usual. Before the beginning of the end began to fall upon your world. Large tears in reality, ripping through the ground. Monochrome fire spread as screams filled the air. The color draining from everything around you.

The last thing you remember was a strange monster clad in blue. He shot two bullets in your gut before leaving you to die. Slowly. Painfully. And man was it painful. You couldn’t think. You could barely feel. All your thoughts mixing together into a soup of white noise. You griped your chest and lay there, screaming for help.

But no one came…

Or so you thought.

As your mind and body began to give out, you heard a wind chime like sound. Before a pair of arms scooped you up. Eyes blurring in pain you look up to see who or what had claimed you. The last thing you saw…

Was pink.

A warm, soft pink.

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You don’t know how long it’s been.

Has any time passed at all?

Your mind is filled with meaningless questions as your eyes slowly flutter open. Warm pink light fills your vision as the world comes into focus. The ground beneath you is soft. Almost impossibly so. Pink clouds swirl around you and up into the sky.

This whole place looked like it should smell of cotton candy. But it actually smelled of fresh ripe fruit and cool spring breeze. With an almost overpowering scent of apple. The pain in your stomach is completely gone. Replaced with a strange numb feeling.

You try to get up, managing to make it on to your knees. But… something begins forming in front of you… clouds swirling together into the vague silhouette of a person. What looks like the root of a tree grew from its body, engulfing the ground like smoke.

You would be scared. Except… you’ve seen this before.

Your life hasn’t been the greatest. Hardships and loneliness drove you to some things you still regret. At some points you considered just…. Just….. well, you’d know better than me. And once, you attempted something drastic. A ritual. I was supposed to help you sleep better. Get rid of some of your horrific nightmares.

But when you fell asleep that night. You woke up here. This same place, made of pink clouds. This same entity. Starting down at you. Back then, they spoke: “Be not afraid…. For I am the king for dreams. I have heard your pleas, and have come to assist you.” No way. No actual way this was real. The king of dreams was a fairytale told to children. You thought the ritual of “invoking the king of dreams” was just some spiritual nonsense. You tried it because you ran out of options. But here you were. Face to face with something you could barely comprehend.

The entity kneeled down to your level, opening its arms. “Come to me my friend. It is safe here.” You took a cautious step forward, and then another, until you were just in front of him. He wrapped his arms around you. It felt so good. Like nothing you could ever describe. What looks like tree roots begin to wrap around you as well. Filling you with his intent

safe/relax/home/I will protect you

You melted into his embrace. Soaking in the amazing feeling around you. You tugged at his back. Tears rolling down your face. You pleaded with him to save you. Save you from all the suffering of your existence. He simply squeezed you tighter to his chest, sending a shiver of euphoria down your spine. You let out a small whimper, one you wish he wouldn’t have heard.

“Don’t worry. I have heard your cries . I will return to you, my friend. But for now, you must rest.” You suddenly felt your body go limp in his arms. Everything about you going slack. You look up to him, eyes slowly closing, and that last thing you see…

Is pink.

A warm, soft pink.

And now, you’re here again. Back in the same place. Back with him. He opened what looked like an eye, and began staring at you longingly. “Oh my dear friend… i told you I would return. But I fear I was too late.” He said remorseful. You ask him what he means. “Your world… it is gone. Reduced to Ash.” He spoke slowly and solemnly “you were… all I could save.”

You took a moment to think and… Holly hell.

He saved you. Out of everything else is your universe…. He saved you. You asked him Why on earth would he do such a thing. “Because… you called to me. Begging for my help. I was simply returning to assist you… when I saw your world in flames. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

Tears pricked at your eyes at the lost of everything you ever knew. You began to sob uncontrollably. He takes a cautious step closer, and then another. Before scooping you up in his arms. He took a moment to simply let you cry into his chest. Before finally speaking up. “You must persist, my friend. Your Life is oh so precious. And your world needs someone to remember it bye. Can you do that… for your world… for me?”

You could barely compose yourself enough to look at him. You didn’t want live as the only survivor of a world you’ll never see again. It was just too much. But… the way he looked at you… dammit. He look at you like the most precious thing in the world. A treasure to be cherished like no other. You didn’t want to let him down. You wanted to persist. For nothing else but to seem him look at you like that again.

You managed to muster a simple “ok…” he smiles down at you with his eye “then you must wake up. You have been asleep for days now. I entered your mind because I was beginning to worry for you.” Days?? You need asleep for days?!? Geez, you must be in rough shape. You tell him that you want to wake up. “Then I will help you.” He says in return. You begin to feel his roots wrap around you again. But instead of lulling you to sleep, they seem to shock you, though Not uncomfortably so. You feel your body tenses as you hiss through your teeth.

“I will see you in the waking world, my dear.” He says. Before everything turned black.

—

Pain. A soft dull ache in your stomach. It was the first thought you noticed. You hear muffled voices as you begin to stir.

“Did nova get through to them?”

“Hey! I think they’re waking up!”

A small noise escapes you as you struggle to pry open your eyes.

“Come on… you can do it….”

You finally manage to see the room you’re in. it’s dimly lit. Your eyes thank the world for that. You blink a couple of times. You’re staring at the ceiling. You hear sighs of relief coming for your right. But as to t try to turn your head, you catch a glimpse of pink above you. You look up and… it’s him. The figure from your dreams.

He’s much more comprehensible now. Less, fuzzy. He appears to be some kind of pink tree monster. Maybe a dryad? his eyes slowly open with a yawn. Before he looks back at you. A warm loving smile blooms of his face“Welcome back my friend.” He says.

You groaned at the pain in your stomach, before managing to realize that- oh. You were… you were in his lap, right now. Blush spread as a warm feeling grew in your gut. But you didn’t know why.

“Nice job nova!” Someone called out. You finally managed to look to the side to see a group of monsters sitting around a table on the floor. You all seem to be in a tent of some kind. The walls around you looking weaved together.

One of the monsters approached you. He wore a red headband and blue/back jacket. “Hey buddy… you Fealin alright?” You try to respond, but all you can manage is another groan. “They don’t… Look so good…” another skeleton said. This one wore what appeared to be a bulbasaur hoodie. You might be wrong, you’re still woozy, but you can also see that they have a tail?

“Of course they don’t look good horror— Blue shot them! I’m a surprised those magic bandages even worked!!” Another one of the monsters spoke. This one look like he jumped out of a dying old computer. The way they jerked around when they moved making them look like a glitch in reality. Wait… magic bandages…? You look down at yourself, and sure enough, bandages wrapped around your stomach. They were adorned with strange symbols.

You also noticed nova’s(?) hand. It was… holding yours. A Perfectly slack grip let you pull away if so desired. But you didn’t. Instead, you squeezed his hand with your own. His bark felt so strange…. Like a layer of cloud slime covering a core of soft but firm foam. But it also felt so… right. Your blush grew brighter as you melted into his hold. Eyes slowly closing again. Oh how you wanted to give in to sleep once again. Warped in a warm blanket of soft…. pink…

“HEY!”

Your eyes flung open as the headband wearing skeleton claped his hand in front of your face. You babbled for a moment before going into a coughing fit. Every gasp of air triggering the intense pain in your stomach.

Nova sat up more to better support you. Holding on tight to your hand.

“H-hey woah! Sorry buddy… but you can’t go back to sleep yet! We don’t even know your name!” The skeleton said with far less force. Your name… that’s right! They still don’t know you…

After the coughing finally subsides, you manage to choke out a whisper of your name. The bigger skeleton chuckled “hehe… pretty…” did… did they just… compliment you? Nova chuckled at that as well. He lifted you up gently, so he could turn his legs to side. Positioning you so your head was now the only thing in his lap.

“Well now… I suppose we should introduce ourselves as well.” Said the king. “You know me as the king of dreams. But I also go by Nova.” So you were right! “And these are my companions!” He said, gesturing to the monsters in front of you. He moved his hand to point out each of them as he said their names. “Killer,” the one with the head band “Horror,” the one in the Pokémon Jacket “Error,” the glitched one “and dust.” The hooded monster who’d remained silent. Or at least you thought they were a monster… You couldn’t actually see any of them under their clothes.

They signed to you in ASL, saying hello. Nova continued for a bit longer “we all use he/him pronouns. Though Error and dust also use they/them, and killer goes by anything.” Killer shot you some finger guns “I’m whatever gender the bit requires!” She said with a grin.

You smiled at her joke softly. Letting out a small mewl, you ask where you are. “You’re in my house.” Error proclaimed “our house…” horror rumbled jokingly. “Well, I was here first!” Error replied with the same level jokeingness. Kills snorted at her partners. Dust rolling his eyes. Or what looked like eyes from beneath their hood.

“You are in the anti-void my friend. an infinite white space.” Nova said. Error spoke up again “I weaved a tent for you so the whole, blinding white nothingness wouldn’t burn your eyes.” You appreciated the effort that must have taken.

You’d ask what happened, but you already know. Your world was taken. You, the lone survivor. Tears prick at your eyes. You whisper a breathless question:

What happens now?

The mood of the room drops like a rock. They all look at you with so much remorse. “You still have some residual pain…” nova began “those bandages around you are keeping you alive. But they do not heal. they merely freeze the wound in time. We took you to a hospital in the omega timeline, and they said there was nothing they could do…”

Nothing they could do… does that mean- you’ll have to wear those bandages for the rest of your life? But nova wasn’t finished. “Sense the rest of you is till healing, I invite you to say with us until that pain subsides. Then we and get you a home in the omega timeline.”

Wait… they’re letting you stay?? This can’t be real… you ask if they’re sure. All five of them erupted in a chorus of “yes!” “Of course!”And “Absolutely!” Dust nodding along. The Tears finally roll down your cheeks as you morn your old world.

And yet… you’re filled with dreams of your future.

[odetodilfs]

Cup of coffee

My first Joel Miller fanfic, expect many more to come.

Pairings: Joel Miller x male!reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, scent kink, teasing and deepthroating.

You overhear Joel saying how he'd do anything for a cup of coffee, and that gives you an idea...

Joel was casually just sitting, sipping a glass and looking out the window into nothingness. The sun was shining down on him like the angels were calling for him, but in reality, Joel was out of it, and he had just zoned out. He put his glass down and you could swear he looked at you for a second, which made you all tingly.

You’d been having the biggest crush on Joel for a long time now, the way his beard looked… you could only imagine how good it’d feel to run your hands all over it. One of his friends came and they talked about how his day was going, until an idea appeared in your head after Joel said something, “Fuck man, I’d do anything for a cup of coffee” which instantly gave you an idea. Eventually his friend left and you went over to him, you were going to make a move.

You walked over to him, “Hello” he said, “you’re my neighbor aren’t you?” he asked “Yes I am, I overheard you wanting coffee?” you referenced what he said, “that you’d do anything for some?” almost teasing in a way, “Yeah, I want some,” “How about you come to my apartment for some?” “Sure, right now?” “Yes right now”

You went out of the bar, the ride home was silent but not uncomfortable, Joel was a man of few words, you opened the door to your apartment hastily and opened the jar of instant coffee, he reached for it but you snatched it away, “Nu-uh, I want a favor first…” you smirked, “What do you need, as I said, I’d do anything” he seemed to emphasize that “anything” way too much, was he flirting? Did he want the same with you? “How about we have some fun?” you replied, flirting, “Yeah, I’m down for that” he said, you instantly pinned him to the wall and started to kiss him, frantically crushing your lips together as your hands danced around his body, you unbuttoned his shirt as you kissed his thick beard, even ripping the last bit due to your desperation,the loud sound of the fabric surprising you “Oops” you said, “No problem” Joel said, looking at the strands of broken fabric, you continued sucking his nipples, you could hear his heartbeat.

Joel started sweating like mad, you grind your cock against his own hardening one, his breath becoming rugged as you licked all over his neck, down to his shoulders. The musk from his sweat more obvious from here, you kept licking at his chest hair, as his scent filled your nose. “Fuck-” you moaned as you buried your face in Joel’s sweaty chest, doing what you’d wanted to do for months. The way his pecs felt on your cheeks was incredible, the way you could taste the sweat, that sweet liquid that you wanted so desperately.You pulled apart and Joel flexed his muscles to turn you on even more, and before you knew it, you had taken off his pants, his cock standing ready to use your slutty little mouth. You licked and touched his muscles as he continued flexing them, you didn’t know if your spit was making his arms wet or if it was his sweat, but what you knew was that you were enjoying this a lot, and Joel seemed like it too, judging by the way his rock hard dick leaked precum like no tomorrow. The way his muscles bulged was making you feral, you wondered how good they’d look choking you. You were hypnotized by the way his sweat now formed a glow all over his body, you could only imagine how sweaty his cock was getting under those pants.

You got on your knees and started rubbing his thighs, licking at them getting dangerously close to his cock, “Good boy, keep doing that, fuck-” he moaned, you stopped licking at his thighs for a moment, “How about you sit down” you suggested, and you went to the couch were you resumed licking his thighs, when you bit them Joel couldn’t hold back anymore and wrapped his thighs around your head, locking your head there, the smell of his musk, probably emanating from his balls filling your nostrils, this felt like a fever dream. The sparsely spread out hairs tickled your face as you got down onto his balls, forcing a guttural moan out of him.

You eventually started playing with his balls, sucking them and teasing him as his thighs finally went back to being spread out, you buried your face in there, you could tell the guy had a lot of scents down there. His smell to you was what the scent of coffee was to him. You licked at his balls, all he could do was moan and try to lock you head between his thighs again, but this time you were spreading them so he was restrained. “Now what you’ve been waiting for” you smirked at him, taking his sensitive cock in your hand, “Please- please- suck it-” he moaned, “Oh and I will” you said, jerking it off and sucking it, by the way he was moaning, you were sure he wouldn’t last very long, “Suck- daddy’s cock-'' he said between rugged breaths, “yes-” he was feeling so much pleasure, he hadn’t had something like this in years. His taste was absolutely heavenly, a perfect amount of sweet and salt, you swirled your tongue on his tip, making him writhe and almost scream.

“Take it deeper” he said, you ignored his order, and kept sucking just the tip and his slit, he had to take a breath to repeat his order because even when he wanted you to take him deeper, this still felt amazing to him, “I said,” he took another sharp breath, “take it deeper” as he put his hand on your head and made you take his whole dick, you gagged slightly, but were immediately soothed by the scent of his sweat on his pubes, “Fuck- fuck-” he moaned, drops of sweat running down his face now, “I’m- cumming!!” he screamed as his load sprayed your throat, it was so huge that it even overflowed into your mouth, letting you taste it, and dear god did it taste good.

Joel recovered and started to put his clothes back on, the light sheet of sweat from the blowjob disappearing under the fabric, and you smiled at him, his cum all over your lips, “I’ll get you your coffee now” “Good” he said, after a few minutes you brought him his coffee, “just how I like it” he said, “thank you” you were taken aback at his compliment, you sat for a few minutes, uncomfortable silence filling the room, “So.. did you like it? Not the coffee I mean…” “Oh, I loved it, we could… do that again maybe? Some other time? Maybe not just limit ourselves to a blowjob” he said, “Oh- I’d- love that,” your heart was beating at light speed, 

“Well, I’ve gotta get going, see you… tomorrow?” “Yeah, tomorrow…” he leaned in and kissed you goodbye,

“Have a good night, gorgeous” he said, in a flirty tone, and with that, he left, you were left there, impatient for tomorrow, you added coffee to your shopping list, after all, the way to a man’s heart was his stomach.

[the-tech-turn]

Artistic Intrest

Tech x reader

Word count: 807 words

Summary: While on a supply run, Tech discovers your interest in art.

Warnings: None just fluff (let me know if there's anything I missed)

A/n: This is my first fanfic, so it may be a bit cringey, and the dialogue may seem off. I do accept constructive criticism because I want to improve, but I don't accept disrespect. This is also my first time writing Tech, so he may seem a bit off.

It was a chaotic week. The job Cid gave us was difficult, and we all needed some rest. Unfortunately, rations were low, so a supply run was necessary. Hunter said that two people should go since there wasn't much to pick up, so there was no need for everyone to go. You volunteered, and luckily for you, Tech chose to accompany you. Tech the man you've slowly grown to love in a different way than how you loved the others. You begrudgingly accepted your feelings after realizing they weren't planning to leave anytime soon.

You and Tech dress in civi clothes and walk towards the nearby town. Tech decides to fill the empty space with his curious thoughts as you walk. You were so invested in his words that you barely realized you two were in town.

You looked around in wonder. It's been so long since you've seen a place as calm as this. Little did you know Tech was also in awe of the environment, particularly how the lights enhance your charm.

You two wandered the market looking for food stands. Maybe you could find some ingredients to make homemade food instead of flavorless rations. But before you could ponder that thought you caught a glimpse of paintings hung on a stand. You stopped to try to get a better view of the illustrations.

Tech stopped confused by your sudden action. He noticed you were looking at something. He turns expecting to see some sort of potential threat but calms to find nothing dangerous. Instead, finding art hung on a stand. He sees your desire to get a better view, so he asks if you'd like to go closer.

Excited, you squeal a yes before grabbing his hand and heading over.

Wait, grabbing his hand? Tech pondered. You must've been very excited.

You, with Tech in hand, over to the stand. The painting that catches your eye is one of a bright sky gradient with a lake and a cabin. The detail was incredible, and the artwork appeared to be made of oil paint.

As you examined the work, Tech couldn't help but see the admiration sparkling in your eyes.

The owner of the stand then walked up to you and struck up a conversation.

"You like the painting?"

"Yes, I do. It is wonderful!" you reply.

"Why, thank you! I painted it myself."

"Really! It's beautiful. You captured the tranquility of the forest perfectly!"

"Well, are ya gonna buy it?"

You quickly deny saying that you were only looking since it must've been out of your

budget. The clerk hums in understanding them

walks off to speak to other customers. You continued to look at the other canvases.

There were many portraits and landscape paintings. They were each painted using a different medium. Each is skillfully created.

Each with their own story of how and why they were made. Each symbolizing something important to the artist. As Tech observed you, he found your

appreciation for art endearing. Although, he does not recall a time when you had expressed much interest in such works. Sure, you'd bring it up here and there, but never had you shown how thrilling you found it. He

couldn't help but wonder why.

You finally snapped out of the trance and realized just how exhausted you were.

"Let's finish the supply run. Why don't we." You suggest.

Tech agrees, and you two begin to walk when you realize that your fingers are still

interlocked with Tech's. "Oops, sorry Tech I… I forgot I grabbed your hand." You laugh off.

"It is alright."

You two continue to walk, picking up everything on the list.

You both begin your walk home when Tech

begins a conversation. "The paintings seemed to catch your eye," he begun, "I do wonder why you hadn't brought up this interest before?"

"Well," you took a second to think, "I guess I never really had to bring it up.. you know."

"Is it something you do not enjoy speaking of?"

"No! I like to talk about this stuff! I just..." He looks at you expectantly. "Don't really know people who wanna talk about this stuff," you mumble.

A silence falls over you two.

"Then I have not done a good job in showing my interest."

"What?"

"I would like to hear what you have to say."

" Really!”

"Yes, I would."

You finally had an opportunity to share your knowledge with a willing listener, and we're not going to waste it.

You began talking about different techniques and mediums, which ones you favor, and answered any questions he had. Time flew by fast for both of you, and you were nearing the Marauder.

Tech was fascinated with your enthusiasm on this topic. He knew then and there that he wanted to listen to you more and more after this.

A/n: Thanks for reading! I hope you guys are willing to check out my future works.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

[sophiie2000]

Hi! I loveee your writing! If it's fine with you I'd like to request a crossover of Irresistible Mistake & OISY. It's where Shunichiro and MC are already married but MC is from the Miyoshi Concept of OISY & didn't meet as a fling. So the scenario is like this Shunichiro has been acting strange since morning. Like he looks at the door often which he was actually waiting for his wife as their in a Collab with them. So their surprised when he hugged & call her wife as they didn't know he's married.

Hey! Thank you so much! It means a lot to know that you've enjoyed my writing! ♡

I LOVED the sound of this scenario, and it had me thinking about how I could do your idea justice! 😊

I hope you enjoy this and I've managed to capture the essence of what you were hoping for! And thank you for trusting me with your idea! ☆

Request Crossover

Shunichiro Tachibana (IM) x MC (OISY)

Word Count ~ 1241

A bustle of nervous energy, thick as a fog, filled the halls of Addison & Rhodes offices. A nervousness unlike any the employees had ever experienced before. It wasn’t the typical anxious excitement from the team preparing for a meeting, or the worried jitters of the new hires about to experience their first assignment.

No. This nervousness was different. Why? Well, for starters because the person who seemed bursting with nervousness wasn’t a new hire aiming to please their bosses, nor was it the team leaders excited to begin a new project.

It was Mr Tachibana. Creative director of Addison & Rhodes. The man who had always been known for his brilliance, calm, collectiveness. A man all within the company look to for guidance.

The man who could face any challenge a project threw his way without batting an eye or displaying any sort of weakness, now strode back and forth, between his office and the conference room where a meeting with another company was scheduled to take place in less than 10 minutes.

He had treaded the same path between his office and the conference room so frequently that morning, it was a wonder he had not left a threadbare path in the carpet on the route he had taken.

Toma and Natsume watched as Mr Tachibana strode once more through the thick doors to the conference room which had already been prepared not once, not twice, but three times this morning after Mr Tachibana had deemed it lacking.

Demands had been directed in all directions. The water is too warm, prepare some more. Also bring a few extra bottles in case the three iced jugs already prepared would not be enough. Also make sure there is hot water available should that be preferred.

The coffee had to be remade, as Mr Tachibana had feared it may be too bitter. Then again, as the second batch seemed too weak. The regular mugs used during conferences had been deemed inadequate by Shunichiro this morning, and so the company’s best were fetched out of storage for the meeting.

Neither Toma, nor Natsume, could decipher why their boss had suddenly become so stressed about a regular initial meeting with another company to discuss a collaboration. Neither had been informed of the meeting being a level that required such anxiety. Had they underprepared themselves? Surely, their already anxious leader would have informed them if they were ill prepared.

Five minutes before the meeting, the employees of Addison & Rhodes required for the meeting filed into the conference room.

Toshiaki entered the room, noting his friends tension offered a quiet chuckle as he attempted to take the empty seat to Shunichiro’s right. The seat he occupied every meeting in which both attended. It had become an unspoken rule that when both were present, the chair at the head of the table, and the one to its right were to be occupied by the duo. However, before he could even begin to lower his body into the seat, Shunichiro stopped him, pushing the chair firmly back under the table. Toshiaki glanced at his friend; eyebrow quirked. Shaking his head, he moved further down the table.  

The other employees, having witnessed the exchange, shared cautious glances. Who could they be meeting? So important that they would be taking the seat directly besides the creative director, rather than sitting at the opposite end of the table, like all previous meetings saw.

The five minutes leading up to the meeting seemed to pass by at a snail’s pace. Mr Tachibana, however, seemed to become even more fidgety.

The employees present had watched him rearrange the placement of his pens, at least, seven times. The latest placement returned them to their initial spots.

His eyes had moved between the door, his watch, and the conference room clock, repeatedly. If he wasn’t watching the clock, he was watching the door.

And when he wasn’t watching the door, he was guzzling glass after glass of ice-cold water down, as though his life literally depended on it.

Finally, the conference room door opened, Kunihiro Kasai, the managing director of Miyoshi Concept entered first. Toma and Natsume shared an even more confused look. Miyoshi Concept were a good company. Toma had had the privilege to work with them on previous works, but neither could imagine why this meeting could have caused their boss so much stress.

Following Mr Kasai into the room was the team he had clearly selected for the collaboration. Kuranosuke Kiba, Shu Hasunuma, Ukyo Senkawa, Eiji Takao.

As the door closed behind Eiji, Shunichiro’s eyebrows drew together. Frustration marred with confusion filling his gaze.

“Is this everyone?” The words almost sound like they’re spoken on a low growl. Disappointment laced in his tone. The Addison & Rhodes employees were tense, silent. You could hear a pin drop despite the full conference room. They had never heard the tone the words were spoken come from their boss before.

Luckily, Mr Kasai didn’t seem offended by the tone in which he had been spoken to. He simply chuckles and shakes his head.

“My apologies, Mr Tachibana, I do have one more member of my team to join us, she –”

Before the other man could even finish his sentence, the conference room door was opening once again, all eyes turned towards the sound, and a pretty, brunette entered the room, a smile gracing her cherry lips, her blushed stained cheeks reddening further as she felt all eyes on her.

However, it was the next moment that seemed to really deepen her blush.

Mr Tachibana’s chair screeched, as it scrapped along the ground, almost falling over in his haste to jump up out of his seat. He seemed to rush towards the woman who had just entered the conference room. Panic flared in the eyes of the employees seated at the table. Was he angry she was late? Surely, he would not react so overtly if he was.

 But it was the next moment that shocked everyone more.

They watched as their boss pulled the woman firmly to his chest, caging her in his arms, and nuzzle his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her hair.

“Shun…” The soft murmur of his name, fell from her lips, while she sounded shocked, she spoke his name with such love. Returning his embrace.

“I missed you, Mrs Tachibana”.

Audible gasps ricocheted around the room, appearing to echo around the walls.

Taking her hand in his, Shunichiro led her towards the seat directly beside his own. Pulling her chair out, and directing her to take the seat, before Shunichiro gazed out across the table and took in the shocked expressions on his employees faces.

Shunichiro saw Toma and Natsume with their mouths agape, eyes wide. Toshiaki’s subtle smirk and shake of his head at his friend’s caveman like behaviour despite being at an important meeting.

Yet he simply smiled. His nervousness and excitement from waiting for her to arrive finally dissipating, now she sat beside him. Her delicate fingers fiddling with her documents in front of her. The diamond ring he had put on her finger months earlier, glistening under the conference room lights.

Warmth flooded his chest and with every ounce of pride, Shunichiro loudly declared towards the room, with his eyes firmly fixed on the beautiful woman who held his heart sitting beside him,

“Now my wife is here, the meeting can begin”.

[doromoni]

Hunting Affections | CL16 , ?

Ships : Charles Leclerc x photographer! reader.

? x photographer! reader

Genre : fanfic + smau fic

faceclaim: Hwang Eunbi

warning : just a lil angsty

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

Part 1 : next>

Summary : Love is only just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

or

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Yo, @scuderiaferrari when do I get paid? Asking for a friend :DD

carlossainz55 niña , did you just…

y/n_stills. What? I need to eat @carlossainz55

landonorris our catering says otherwise

user1 lando u-

user2 lando woke up and chose violence

y/n_stills. U wanna take that back, kinder? @landonorris

landonorris yes ma’am, I apologize 😭

user2 Nvm i take it back

scuderiaferrari We’re.not.your.employer

user3 Y/N AND HER CONTINUES FEUD WITH FERRARI I CANNOT HAHAHHAA

y/n_stills. @user3 nahh ~ they luv me 😎

user4 Only Y/N, I swear.

mercedesamgf1 our garage is always open for you @y/n_stills.😉

user5 ariana what are you doing here??

user6 please do adopt y/n , she doesn’t bite… alot.

y/n_stills. @mercedesamgf1 🫣 I am on my way!

olliebearman @y/n_stills. where is the loyalty? Don’t leave me and @arthur_leclerc pls.

y/n_stills. Lmao ciáo~ @olliebearman

mclaren our food in exchange for race pictures 🤝

y/n_stills. DEAL! 🤝

oscarpiastri welcome to the team @y/n_stills. !

landonorris Noooooooo! my stoopwafels :(((

y/n_stills. This is why I love @oscarpiastri more than you @landonorris

user7 Big oof for lando, penalty for ocon.

redbullracing still visiting the garage next GP?

y/n_stills. You bet! or a certain driver will be all pouty and moody, we wouldn’t like that now do we @redbullracing?

user8 Y/N IS GOING TO REDBULL??!!

user9 holdupppp, a certain driver ?? Girl you—

user10 y/n please leave some for us 🥹

user11 y/n doesn’t collect f1 drivers, she collects f1 teams

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Race ready 💪

user1 Let’s go for podium!!

user2 Forza Ferrari!

scuderriaferrari Let’s go!

y/n_stills. Good luck out there Cha! ❤️

user3 oop… a soft y/n?

user4 feral y/n doesn’t exist when it comes to Charles

user1 wait… didn’t y/n take these photos?

user3 she did! Saw it on her ig posts

user1 then why did charles nor tag or give her credit?

user2 woah woah… that’s an L charles ://

user5 attentiones plagiarism 🔔‼️

user5 @charles_leclerc if you don’t bag @y/n_stills. Someone else will.

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user6 YO?! Max liked the comment?!!

user7 What??

y/n.exe (y/n private account)

navi.exe I’ll start my goodbye by saying I love you.

***

It’s not smart to post something so personal on the internet, but I never said I was smart on the first place, now did I? Because would a smart person stay where they are hurt the most?

“Y/N! Lets go the race is starting, you’ll miss your shots” A random Ferrari engineer startled me out of my thoughts — I would’ve known who that was if they we’re to stay a second longer, but much like the rest the person blended into the garage where it functioned in the systematic chaos that ensues every race.

Grabbing my camera , I stood up went out to take portraits of the person who doesn’t appreciate my work nor appreciate my person.

No, I am smart, love just makes the most intelligent of people stupid.

[thatdesklamp]

do you have any more levi fic recommendations

I haven’t read Levi fics in SO SO long but yes I do have ones from when I was a real Levi girlie (throwback fr). Some of these I haven’t read in legit years so my memories are pretty fuzzy to say the least, but hey, 2020 me liked them!

‘Spite’ by wellitcouldbeworse3: my #1 go-to always and forever! I was a fan of this fic since, like, chapter 15? Wrote a hugeass comment on each chapter (y’all can probably find me in the comments section) and wrote a whole fanfic of this fanfic. Loved it. If you fucked with the IW angst I would also recommend ‘As the Spark Dies’. Author is lovely and has so so many other banging Levi fics, tell her I say hi :)

‘A River of Three Crossings’ and ‘Dust, Diamonds’ by maokitty: I remember really enjoying them both! The former is incomplete but the latter is complete, both v worth reading from what I can remember (?)

‘To Sing a Song of Steel’ by CaptainDegenerate: anything by this author bangs, but I remember especially enjoying this fic. I’m a fantasy nerd and had recently binged the ‘Mistborn’ series, and I’m pretty sure I remember liking the magic system here??

‘Gestures’ by ChiisaiHeic: I found a bookmark for this fic from like 2020? Past-me said it’s got happy pining and minimal angst. I don’t think it’s finished but I apparently enjoyed it!!

I just checked the Levi x reader tag and realised that these are all mad popular Levi fics already.. damn. Oops lol. Listen I remember when spite was a fledgling fic ok </3

[ripplestitchskein]

To be a bit clearer about my issue with the tweet that I talked about in this post as I was posting in the car on the way home (I was not driving but had to do it fast because I get super motion sick) and have had some time to expand a bit:

If we’re talking about the general concept “Stolas set the parameters of the initial sexual transaction thus rooting their relationship in sex from the start and because Blitz is too self loathing and willfully blind to see the desired parameters have changed it is Stolas who made their relationship all about sex in large part because Blitz was never going to be in a healthy enough space to be the one to change it” then yes I agree with the sentiment.

Stolas could have simply said “I’ll let you use the grimoire in exchange for a date” instead of jumping straight to sexual relationship and they could have gotten to know each other first, maybe one date for each Full Moon*. So yes, he did make it this way, he set the terms. At the start of the show.

(*Side note: This would be a super cute fanfic premise tbh and if the show did something like that, where they need to exchange something and say “Hey, how about we make a deal to go on a date on the Full Moon” it would be a really fucking adorable way to reconcile them *starry eyes*. Just think about how much that would slap. The narrative circle of that would be *chef’s kiss*. )

My problem with the framing of “Stolas started it that way in Murder Family, was super over the top horny for a few episodes, now he must suffer the consequences despite the fact that he has been trying to change their dynamic since Blitz expressed how he felt in Ozzie’s” is that, the events of The Circus completely recontextualize the deal we see made and Stolas’s behavior.

We, the audience, didn’t know in S1 that Blitz initiated the whole thing and that Stolas was just mirroring that energy, so I am extremely understanding of this perception pre-S2. Even up until Western Energy, but by Oops we have enough evidence to show Stolas has been trying, Blitz is just refusing. So Stolas didn’t “make it this way” for where the characters are NOW. Not in a “It is Blitz’s fault” taking sides in the divorce way, but in a “This is about character growth or the deliberate lack of it within the story” way.

My big issue with the tweet now, and didn’t learn until I read the tags of a lovely person is that is apparently from an individual who actually works on the show. And that is….kinda concerning to me. A bit.

The idea that Stolas’s efforts count for nothing because he set the initial deal and behaved badly at the start, that we the audience should still see the current dynamic as “Stolas making everything sexual” is a problem 8 episodes into the 2nd season. We have many examples of him not doing that any longer, he has changed, we the audience have been shown that change. Why is it still being framed this way by the actual creative team?

I don’t know how animation production works, so I’m not sure if the people who work as animators are given the whole picture or not. I don’t even know they are fans necessarily, or if they get their individual parts to work on and that’s it. I have zero background info on how these meetings are conducted. I am not coming from a position of authority in this regard.

Setting aside the dismissal of Stolas’s character growth this season. framing it this way undermines the journey Blitz is on too. At this point in the story he is refusing to acknowledge Stolas’s earnest attempts, his willful ignorance is not a funny gag but a reflection of his character and state of mind. It is implied his own trauma and self loathing make him unable to believe what has being explicitly told to him. This confrontation is the tipping point for further development in one direction or another. His choice now is to continue to ignore it and lose Stolas entirely or to try and work through it in some way. By implying Stolas is the one who created thier current situation way back in S1 implies Blitz’s ignorance of Stolas’s feelings is not because of character’s motivations and his own choices to ignore it but simply because it was that way at the start and it is immutable. Stolas said “sex for book please” and “jelly sandwiches” and Blitz was just “I’m just doing what he said he wanted, now he’s coming out of nowhere with this feelings stuff” when a huge part of showing the audience that it is Blitz’s self loathing driving the conflicts in his life is that he refuses to believe the truth of the situation which is it wasn’t Stolas making it all about sex at all. That Stolas has been trying and Blitz keeps shutting it down because of his issues.

That just seems like a crucial part of what we’re doing here? Yes Stolas creates the situation in S1 but he went out of his way to do the opposite in S2.

Obviously this individual’s qualifications for interpretation, being an actual employee, trump my “I’ve watched it a bunch and obsess over it constantly” credentials by a long shot. But my concern is to have a meeting of people responsible for creating the show reflect this sentiment after what we’ve seen in S2 so far is just a little baffling to me?

Either those attempts by Stolas portrayed on screen and the change in his behavior towards Blitz after he realizes his feelings are meaningless in the face of first impressions being everything to both Blitz and the audience. If that is the case I’m not sure why they would be included if the end result interpretation is still “Stolas horny. Made it all about sex. The end.”

Or, I am misreading something, either the tweet itself or the canon text. This is very possible, tweets being an imperfect communication tool and myself being an imperfect person. But as I stated in the original post, if we’re accounting for what is shown on screen as being how we should interpret the characters, Stolas has been trying for months to shift gears and Blitz is the one who continues to frame it as “just sex”. So I just find the tweet completely out of touch with the narrative we’re consuming.

[mah-t-wordblog]

It looks like Giyuu has experience if he got Muichiro to laugh the loudest, the other hashira must have been so surprised that someone quiet like giyuu could do that! And I love how you made Sanemi pat him on the shoulder too, the poor guy must have been thinking "shinazugawa is actually laughing with me here, wow I hope we can start being friends... I need to get him some ohagi" 🤣

But now I'm curious as to how Giyuu has this experince with tickling Mui, he was scared of him the most! 👀 I hope you can make a fic about that ☺️

I'm sorry for making another request so soon after my first one 🫣 but please take your time and of course feel free to decline 🫧 Take care! 🫧

I am back!!!!! I missed my plane but I managed to come back from the USA 😅 I hope you like it

How Gyuu discovered

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Gyuu Tomioka

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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After the last Hashira meeting, everyone discovered how mean Gyuu could be when it comes to tickling.

And why was Muichiro so afraid of him? We will see

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Gyuu has never been very affectionate, but with some people he likes to be more affectionate.

For example, Tanjiro, he adores Tanjiro and always wants the best for the boy.

But there are some people they don't have as much intimacy with.

He was alone in a room at the Butterfly Mansion with Muichiro Tokito.

The awkward silence was too great

“Tomioka-san, why don’t you ever smile?”

This question from the boy was very random

“I smile, but only when I have a good reason to do so” Gyuu shrugged

“But you’re not smiling right now.”

“Of course, I have no reason to smile now.”

Muichiro sighed

“You’re not smiling either, child.”

“But it’s because I don’t even remember what to do to smile”

Gyuu was confused “don’t you remember?”

"No"

“There are so many: spending time with people you love, receiving gifts, you can smile even if someone tickles you”

Muichiro turned a little red “yeah… I know that very well”

Gyuu looked at him, the man was already thinking of something cool

"You know?"

“I know, people love tickling me.”

“Oh, is it true?” Gyuu wasn’t smiling but he was finding it funny “are you that ticklish?”

Muichiro stopped and thought, Gyuu had never tickled him, he turned red

“I-I can’t say”

“But you csn show me” the adult approached

"No!"

“Yes~”

“Get out of mehehehehe” Muichiro tried to look serious but his anxiety made him laugh

"Why? It looks like it won’t be that bad for you.”

Gyuu finally attacked, squeezing Muichiro's sides

“Hehehehehehey!”

“No… it’s not the worst point… let’s see” he moved his hands higher “what now?”

Muichiro shook his head, his laughs were loud but they didn't change much

“Not yet… what about here?”

The boy choked, Gyuu pressed him in the belly

“HeheheHEHEHEY”

“Oops!”

“SIHIHIHIHIHIHIR”

“I guess I found a weakness~” Gyuu knew how to tease Muichiro, but what if he had never tickled him?

“You still haven’t told me to stop.”

Muichiro's eyes widened but he couldn't say anything, he just started squealing like a pig in the middle of his laughter.

“Do you like this, Tokito?”

“AHAHAHAHA SIHIHIHIHIHIHIR”

“Answer me and I’ll stop”

The boy tried to slap the man

"No! Oh, Tokito, I think someone needs to be punished for this.”

Gyuu filled his lungs with air and blew a raspberry into Muichiro's belly.

“AHAHAHA IHIM GOHOHOHIHING TOHOHO DIHIHIHIEHEHEHE”

The man stopped, he laughed a little

“So you like it?”

Muichiro said yes with his head

“It’s okay, whenever you need me I’m here to do this favor for you.”

The teenager smiled “thank you sir”

"Your welcome"

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It wouldn't be easy for Gyuu to forget Muichiro's weaknesses, he would definitely use it against the boy sometimes.

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[chainera]

Oop

Guys remember when I said I don’t ship outside of canon?

Well, that changed.. I may or may not ship Tuna (Titan x the Moon) now

Yes, their canon relationship may be extremely rocky rn but i like rocky relationships as long as they’re not toxic. Smooth sailing relationships lowkey bore me out ngl…

I also made a fanfic entirely dedicated to them!!

Check that out here https://archiveofourown.org/works/51875752/chapters/131165143

The characters above are the Moon and Titan in the fic ^^