#pattern matching with the arm warmers

[sodasober]

it's my wriggling day (9th feb) pleas e draw my troll sona

i would appreciate it

[mandrellaeffect]

[ID: closeup of a pair of knitted socks on someone's feet. Socks are in dark blue with a white pattern of flowers across the feet and branches up the calves. /end ID]

You guessed it, another pair of socks 🧦

[mandarinmoons]

Hi! So what about BAU!Reader and Spencer are fresh into their relationship. Like weeks into it. Reader is just as shy and nerdy as Spencer was in early seasons. (This can be any season of Spencer) anyways it’s Spencer’s birthday and Spencer begs reader to not buy anything for him so instead she knits him a replica of Dr. Who scarf because she remembers him mentioning to Garcia he was trying to find the perfect replica for his Dr. Who cosplay (7x23 when Garcia and Spencer go to that convention) so reader, who never watched it before, watches the entire series while knitting the scarf bc she knows how much Spencer loves Dr. Who and she wanted to understand his interests more. Maybe she makes herself a matching scarf or hand warmers in the process. And then she’s like “I have a ton of questions about the series though” and pulls out a notebook of her questions as she’s asking them Spencer realizes she’s THE ONE and it’s all just fluff and two nerds in love 🥰

I've never consumed any content about Doctor Who so I'm sorry if this is a bit vague BUT the idea was so cute so I had to give it a shot x

You and Spencer were both nerds, it’s what drew you two together and keeps you both joined at the hip. Even though you two had been together for less than eight weeks, both of you had your eyes on one another for a good while. When mutual feelings were finally admitted the only thing different from before was that you got to hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek comfortably without having to worry if it’ll make the other person uncomfortable.

Spencer’s birthday was coming up and with Spencer being the way that he is, he was adamant about not letting you splurge on his big day. You were a bit annoyed by it because a part of you did want to go out and treat your special boy the way he deserved to be treated. However, you did not want to argue with him so you decided to get a bit creative.

Long before the relationship had been established, Spencer had talked about how he was searching for a replica of the Doctor Who scarf for his cosplay. Knitting was something you had learned before, although it had been quite a few years since you last picked it up, you decided to try it out again and hopefully make Spencer’s face gleam with joy.

After digging out your old knitting needles and yarn you looked up some tutorials online to familiarize yourself with your old hobbie. A few hours and some messy pathworks later, you managed to remind yourself of how everything went down and began work on the scarf. Luckily the pattern wasn’t difficult at all and as you began working away you thought about looking up the show and getting a feel for what Spencer talks about all the time.

After many weeks and countless trips to the store to get more yarn the scarf was finished and you were both excited and nervous to hand it over to Spencer. A million thoughts ran in your head as he undid the bow on the carefully packed present and removed the scarf from the paper, his eyes went wide and he was speechless for a whole minute.

“Y/N, how did you…”

“Surprise?” you chuckled and Spencer was still speechless, he ran his thumbs over the carefully knitted garment. He wrapped it over his neck and walked over to the mirror to have a closer look, his heart was melting over how you took so much time and effort to make him this. He walked over to you and placed his arms around you in a bone crushing hug which only made you laugh.

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Like it? That doesn’t even come close to how I feel about it, I love it.”

Spencer held your cheeks as he kissed you and as you parted a thought came to your mind.

“Oh also, I watched a bit of the show!”

“Really? Did you like it?”

“Mhm, I have a few questions though, firstly…”

As you went on about your questions regarding the show Spencer stared at you while a smile crept on his face. He loved how you took interest in anything he was fascinated in, and in return he would do it with your interests as well, it was one of the ways you both showed love to one another.

Spencer guided you back to the couch, pulling you to his lap as he cleared his throat and explaining the questions you just layed out for him. You looked up at him and nodded along as he got into the topic and you were reminded of one of the reasons why you fell for him in the first place, his passion, and that same passion grew now that he had someone like you in his life.

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[devoutekuna]

First gifts

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He doesn't care for gifts, he doesn't even think they're necessary. Sat at the dining table messing around with your daughter's lips as you wiped the reminisce of milk off them. "Here" motioning towards his son, a fat limb from a turkey sat Infront of you. "What's this for?" Knowing that you couldn't eat all of that, nor your baby. "A gift, for him" a whole turkey leg for his son who couldn't even eat food yet?

"He can't eat food Ryo" sighing in defeat as you pushed it back. "So what does it want then?" Practically ordering you to tell him, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Get him something he can wear Ryo." Motioning to the new clothes he needed since he grew so fast.

Nanami-

He makes it an effort to work overtime so that he could save up for the gift he wanted. Wanting to buy his daughter a crochet clothes.

Sat on the bed as you tried to burp your baby, seeing your husband walk in with a new hat which he recently brought made a smile appear on your face. "I wonder who that's for" smirking at him as he sat beside you, making the bed dip down a bit. "For my daughter" face peeking out from behind your arms as he put it on her, pushing it down so it didn't slip off. Handing you the small socks which could be out on later. Giggles heard from her mouth as she toyed with it, hands trying to rip it off her head, she always wanted to put something new in her mouth.

Geto-

Geto has been planning building blocks and blanket designs for a few months, you had always been craving physical touch during your pregnancy, always sleeping next to him as you had the blanket wrapped around your bodies.

Sitting next to his baby girl as she babbled on about something, toying with his robes and the blanket, I was starting to get on his nerves. "Do you want something to play with sweetheart?" Noticing the words coming out of her father's mouth but not knowing what he said she impulsively nodded. Taking out a few blocks with letters on one side and shapes on the other from the bag beside him. "Here" handing them towards her, already trying to stuff them in her mouth, before throwing it at him when she realized she couldn't. Sighing in response, nothing would ever satisfy such a spoiled girl. She must've gotten it from you.

Handing her the blanket which spelt her name and had different patterns on it, the main one being a patchwork. "How about this?" Eyes shining up as she saw it, her favourite characters underlining the bottom of it. Pointing to them. Trying to say the words 'papa' but nothing came out other than weird noises she made. "You like that?" It was clear that she liked it, already falling backwards onto the plush pillow.

Gojo-

He take such pride in himself, knowing he's the strongest and bragging about it every time his name is mentioned, so when he saw his beautiful baby boy for the first time, of course he had to give him something, your gift was the fact that you had a child now, that's what he said as he joked with you, till he saw your reaction, of course he was joking with you as he handed you your proper gift straight after. When it came to giving his son his first gift, he pulled out a plushie from his back, squeezing it in his face. White hair matching your son and him, matching dark blue uniform and a black blindfold, and probably bright blue eyes hidden underneath. You can guess who it is from the looks. "It's a plushie of me!" Seeing the disgust in your eyes as he displayed it, "In case he misses me whilst I'm away" trying to defend his actions as he placed it in the cot with him, fortunately he was sleeping or else he would've been crying from the mini Gojo.

Toji-

He hadn't planned a gift yet since he didn't think it was necessary. He was naturally warmer than everyone else, so whenever it was cold in the apartment you always snuggled up to him, laying on his warm body as you slept, glancing over at his baby, fully awake as she tried to twist and turn in the swaddle, noticing how cold it would be for a baby in here, he threw his clean zip up on him, he wanted to hold her and comfort her but was too scared that he'd crush her with his strength, opting for the safer version in his mind as he made sure it was tucked in.

[simstationdance]

HAPPY BIRTHIVERSARY part 2 - Crop Tops & Punk Skirts

FUN FACT: The Sims 2 (2004) was released 3 days before the date upon which I was released from my mother's womb, therefore making me younger than The Sims 2 by 3 days as of September 14th 2024, but objectively older by 6 years as of September 17th 2024. As of this post, it is now my birthday. I can feel the hands of time slowly pulling me into the earth. Let's celebrate!

Today's Very Special Birthiversary post includes a set of stylish, vaguely Scene-inspired clothes for ladies: 24 recolors of the Urban Primitive skirt, separated from the Maxis outfit by Skell, and 5 Goth themed patterned recolors and 5 bright solid recolors of the 4t2 Bow Crop Top by MDPthatsme, with black tank top undershirts attached using textures by DeeDee. The clothes are for AF and TF, with Standalone and Repositoried options for TF, and they come with all morphs.

All meshes are included and special characters that would make the game load slower (specifically hyphens) have been removed from the filenames. Since the skirt is from the ever popular Maxis Match Repository Project, you probably have the mesh for the skirt lying around in your Downloads somewhere, so make sure you don't have duplicates.

For the skirts, there are two versions with tights - one of which is a mashup of fishnets by Io (colored red and black) and the Maxis black and white stockings, and the other is the Maxis shorts+fishnets texture because I liked it - and one version with bare legs, which can be used with @themeasureofasim's stockings accessory boxes. (actually only a handful work, see under the cut)

The crop tops and the skirts are 'meant' to be paired together but, being separates, you can mix and match with any other top or bottom you want.

CROP TOPS SWATCH | PUNK SKIRTS SWATCH

See under the cut for more (not very important) information.

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Mesh credits: @mdpthatsme, Yuichen, @deedee-sims, Skell Texture and alpha credits: DeeDee, Ghanima Atreides, Creesims, Io, and Maxis Pattern credits: andrea_lauren, nerd-and-vine, ophelia_payne (@ Spoonflower), Blue Moth Fabrics, and VictoriaBat.

I have done my best to credit everyone who's resources I used. If I have misattributed or missed anybody, or if I have broken a rule in someone's TOU somewhere, please let me know.

Secondly, this is my first time 'retexturing' clothing instead of just recoloring it, as well as the first time I've done anything clothes-related in a very long time, so please be gentle to me with your criticisms and let me know if anything needs fixing <3

I wanted to recreate this outfit using only textures, because I know nothing about meshing and Milkshape scares me. As you can probably tell, I got a little carried away from the original goal.

I mashed a bunch of patterns, textures, and colors together on top of the crop top and skirt in an effort to learn 'advanced' recoloring of clothes in GIMP, as the most I've ever done before was just recoloring using pre-made PSDs. it was a bit of a disorganized disaster and there was quite a bit of blood, sweat, and tears. But the end results look... mostly nice, I think.

The arm warmers and fishnet gloves shown in the preview are a pair of accessories created by katsurinssims that I used to try to 'complete' the look, and are not included in this download.

Edit: im very sorry, I only tested a handful of the accessory stockings on the bare legs skirts, because I was very tired and there are A Lot of them, and assumed they would all work. But after a bit more testing, some of them have small gaps or poke through the boots, and the ones that are supposed to go over the crotch area end up looking like over the knee socks. Other than that, most of the knee high socks and tights work, but only on AF. I don't consider this a huge problem though, because a good amount of the tights work and the ones with gaps are barely noticeable.

There's a shoe swap that makes all of the boxes work with these skirts and I'll make another versIon of them with that mesh later.

[seventeenreasonswhy]

bf s.coups reacts to your scars ❤️‍🩹

CW: self harm (pls take care 🫶), angst / fluff, seungcheol is the sweetest

~850 words

AN: This just came to me for some reason. I feel like S.Coups would be so kind in this scenario. He's always reminding CARATs of how precious and worthy of love we are, and he's right! ❤️❤️❤️

Seungcheol had been noticing that you wore long sleeves a lot. When you’d first started dating, it didn’t even occur to him since it was winter. But as it got warmer outside, he wondered. “I run cold,” you would smile, shrugging it off if he tried to broach the subject.

The first official weekend of summer arrived, and he took you on a date to a tennis match. You looked so cute in your summery, sporty tennis skirt. The pattern on the skirt matched the bright berry color of your... long-sleeved top.

“Y/N,” Seungcheol smiled at you when you got out of your car, but quickly frowned at what you were wearing.

“It’s going to be like 100 degrees,” he said when you reached him.

“You don’t feel chilly?” You said, nonchalant. Seungcheol squinted at you. The sun was beating down so hard, anyone would be sweating. He’d worn over 50 SPF sunscreen and a baseball hat that day, it was supposed to be so brutal.

“Y/N,” Seungcheol’s tone shifted, and you felt a slight catch in your chest. He’d stopped walking toward the tennis court bleachers, and you turned to look back at him.

His face was darkened, and you felt like something was off...

“What?” You said, trying to maintain some composure, despite his shift in mood making you uneasy.

“C’mere,” he said, softer than you were expecting. Your face crinkled in confusion, but you made your way toward him. When you got close enough, he softly took you by your forearms.

You nearly jumped out of your skin—you had a feeling he might be wondering about this. It was something that came up in all of your relationships eventually. Your scars. You did your best to cover them up, not exactly because you were ashamed (although, you were admittedly working on that with your therapist), but mostly because you didn’t want to explain. You’d seen too many people, well-intentioned as they might be, get uncomfortable or not know what to say or how to act around you. You felt like it stuck a sign on you that might as well say “damaged goods, do not touch.”

Seungcheol’s gentle grip squeezed you ever so slightly.

“Here, let’s go sit in the car,” he said—you hadn’t realized he was standing so close to you. The grip on your arms wasn’t harsh... but he didn’t handle you overly-delicately either. But still, you couldn’t help but feel panicked. What if he didn’t... get it? What if it turned him off...

“I’m sorry—” you breathed out. Seungcheol stepped back a bit, his grip now supporting your weight. He had a feeling that the reason you wore long sleeves all the time was because of something painful, but he hadn’t anticipated you looking so shaken up.

“Don’t worry,” he said, as reassuringly as he could. “I’m not trying to put you on the spot.” He breathed the words so softly, only you could hear him. You looked at him, still feeling slightly nervous, but something in his eyes made you relax a little. He didn’t seem angry, or eager, or like he was pitying you. The warmth in his eyes was simply... there. Like he was saying, Don’t worry.

Once you were both seated in the car, away from any passersby in the parking lot, you decided it would be best to just rip the band aid off. You pushed the sleeves of your athletic top up, showing the faded but persistent scars along your forearms that you had managed to hide from almost everyone for a long time. He looked at them for a moment, his face remaining placid, only slightly tinged with concern. You start babbling, trying to explain that they were from a long time ago, when you were younger and more lost than you are now... but after a moment, you felt his fingers wrapping around your forearms again as he traced some of the scars with his thumb.

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” he said in a quiet voice, a small, grateful smile on his face that shot straight into your heart. you didn’t know what to say, and were mortified to feel a lump in your throat inching its way up. no one had ever thanked you for this information.

“it’s nothing,” you said, your voice shaking slightly.

“it’s not nothing,” he said simply, as he brushed a hand through your hair, noticing that you were on the verge of tears. “you went through something very difficult, and handled it the best way you knew how at the time. I think it’s really admirable that you’ve come this far, and it means a lot that you shared this part of you with me.”

His kind words had a genuineness to them that sent you over the edge. You didn’t know what to say, and Seungcheol didn’t mind. He brushed a tear away from your cheek with his thumb.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, lacing his fingers in yours.

[derpy-dogs-n-cats]

Christmas Wish.

Main Masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist

Simeon x Fem! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, dry humping, clothed grinding, teasing, orgasm denial, cumming in pants.

Summary: After pining for each other for so long, Simeon's Santa outfit on Christmas sets in motion something to finally happen.

W/C: 1.8k+

A/N: Tried to get this done DURING Christmas, but here it is.

Loud voices fill the dining room of the house of lamentation with pairs of footsteps being heard back and forth, some slow, others as loud as the banter in the room with the steps being heard rushing into the kitchen in attempt to prevent the need for damage control. “Solomon no! I can handle decorating the desserts!” You hear Luke’s voice fade into the kitchen followed by a muffled chuckle and small protests of how Solomon doesn’t mind ‘helping’.

“I’m hungry…” Beel whines as Belphie yawns. “Don’t worry Beel, Simeon’s almost here.” You comfort him. All seven brothers and everybody from purgatory hall were already at the house of lamentation, except for Simeon who’d gone to pick up Diavolo and Barbatos for christmas dinner, having insisted on accompanying over. “No one’s touching any food until Diavolo and Barbatos show up.” Lucifer informs to which Beel whines again.

“But what about Luke?” He complains with a frown which causes Lucifer to give him a stern ‘you know what I mean’ look. “Hello.” A familiar voice says that has you and the brothers looking over to see Simeon walking in the dining room with Diavolo and Barbatos beside him. Everyone greets each other as they approach one another for a warmer welcome in a hug or small talk to fill the gap of dinner getting finished but none of it is registered in your head, to entranced in Simeon.

He’d always looked breathtaking in his usual attire- any attire, but tonight was even more so than usual, dressed in a beautiful white suit with baby blue patterns topped with small golden colored designs pairing with the golden ornaments adorning the wool at the end of his sleeves and edges of his snow white hooded cloak matching with a Santa hat of the same design. “Sorry we’re so late.” His gentle voice apologizes before he calls your name in a questioning tone, opening his arms for you with a smile after a small pause.

You finally react and walk over to him and wrap your arms around his torso with his falling to your upper back and holding you close to him, embracing you in his warmth and letting you feel the soft fabric of his clothes. “How do I look?” He asks when he finally pulls away, still somewhat holding you in his arms by keeping his hands on your arms. You open your mouth to answer him only for nothing to come out, still at loss of words at the sight before you, though there’s someone who was never at loss for words.

“Oh Simeon!” Asmodeus practically moans and steps in front of you, breaking Simeon’s hold on you. “Well aren’t you a cute little Santa, darling. Tell me, am I on your naughty list tonight? Do you think you should punish me? Or have I been good this year? Do I deserve some reward?” Asmo tries to seduce him, his arms placing themselves around his neck. “Um…” Simeon looks away without knowing how to answer. “Something tells me Santa has you on a list all by your self.” You resist the urge to cross your arms at him.

“No need to be jealous dear,” He smiles at you. “You can help Santa give me my reward for being such a good boy this year.” His voice trails off to the same seductive tone while he looks back to Simeon. “Maybe not.” Simeon pulls Asmo’s arms off of him while looking away with an almost annoyed expression. “Simeon!” Luke yells and rushes over to hug him despite having been apart for only a few hours.

“You were so late I thought these demons had done away with you.” He exaggerates. “I’m alright Luke.” Simeon smiles as plates lightly clink in the background at the table being set. “What do you say if while Barbatos serves dinner, you tell Santa what you want?” He sits on the closest chair. “To make up for being late.” He adds and pats on his lap. “B- Wh- what? I’m not a child anymore! I know how Santa really works!” He points an accusatory finger at Diavolo and the brothers starting to take their own seats as well.

“Come on, just tell me what you want.” Simeon insists with Luke staying put, and despite him being older than you, seeing a child be so against asking Santa for a christmas present felt saddening, even if it’s a job that’s actually taken upon demons. “Well I want to ask Santa for a christmas present.” You state as you sit on Simeon’s lap, missing the way his eyes widen. “Stop treating me like child!” Luke insists, obvious to how Simeon’s eyes nearly pop from their sockets at how wide they are.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know about Santa until I was your age.” You assure him. “I’m over a millennium years old.” He says in a deadpan expression. “But you’re also sort of 10.” You say. “Hmph” He squints his eyes at you and leaves to take his own seat. “So… what does the pretty girl want from Santa?” Simeon nervously runs a hand through his hair with warm cheeks. “The… what?” You quietly turn around to face him, slightly moving in his lap which has him clearing his throat.

“The… pretty girl said she wanted to ask Santa for a present?” He repeats with a bashful smile. “Well… you see, I might actually need to think about it for a bit.” You subconsciously press yourself further into his lap, and though the action goes unnoticed by you, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Simeon who nearly chokes on thin air, swallowing thickly and reluctantly placing his left hand on your waist while the other one goes for the side of the chair, gripping it tightly.

“Maybe sit on Santa’s lap until you know what you want?” He suggests, struggling to steady his left hand enough to gently pull you closer to him, slightly spreading open his legs enough to slowly lodge you in between them. He’d never felt something like this and never really felt actual interest in these type of acts before, until he met you, and now that he finally has you so close to him, to where an unknown warmth was starting to blossom, he wasn’t going to let you go.

“Dinner is served.” Barbatos’s voice interrupts, both of you lightly jumping in your seats and staring straight ahead wide eyed at being caught red handed, expecting a scolding. But when you look over at him, he’s instead giving you a knowing look with a smirk on his face before leaving to his own seat beside Diavolo. You both stay sat in place quietly with both of you looking around nervously, seeing everyone else immersed in conversations along with small spats starting to form distracting from you and Simeon.

You look back to Barbatos again to see him silently eating his food with his eyes glued to the wall ahead of him and simply tuning out, but despite him minding his own business, it felt odd knowing that he knows what was happening. A small whisper of your name comes from behind you and you take in the noticeable difference with your seat form just a few seconds ago. “Please.” Simeon whispers again, his legs overly tense under you with his left hand gripping at your waist tightly, erection pressing into your ass.

You give a last quick glance around the table and look at him over your shoulder, squeezing the sides of his thighs nervously and finally give in. You move your hands to his knees and spread his legs apart just a bit further, moving to wedge yourself deeper in between them, unaware of the show you give him of swaying your hips side to side against his groin followed by you arching your back and leaning forward just slightly, enough to press your clothed cunt onto his hardness.

You open your legs as well to better welcome him against you and proceed to slowly grind back and forth on him, gently moving along the tent of his pants but pressing deep into his hardness. With his hands pulling your back and forth into him, you feel a wetness starting to seep from within you and soak your underwear, wondering if he would be able to feel you through the material of his pants keeping him away from you as your own do the same.

You give a small glance over your shoulder and see him struggling to keep his eyes from fluttering shut with his jaw visibly clenched tight, trying to not draw any attention with his length growing harder by the second starting to feel painful. His grip on your waist gradually tightens while he grinds you harder onto him, starting to hump back into you with his hips lifting in tune with your own, making sure to keep the movements slow so that no one notices.

By the time his hold on you starts to get painful, you manage to hear a small muffled noise from him with a small twitch from his length warning you of his impending orgasm with his teeth clenched tightly. Your own hands grasp harder on his thighs as well, biting back a plead that desperately wanted to escape you, wanting to bend over further over the table to grind your clit onto him rather than your clothed entrance drenched in your wetness, begging to reach it’s own release and clenching on nothing.

Having enough of what felt like teasing, you switch from your back and forth motions and move your hips side to side against him, hoping to finish him off to stop what almost feels like torture for your empty cunt. “Ngh.” A noise finally escapes him with his hips raising from the chair and holding you as tight against him as possible, stilling against you with his nails digging into your sides with his cock twitching beneath you, emptying his balls with you pressed onto him.

His hold on your waist slowly loosens until it goes limp, his hips settling back down slowly as well, cock softening with a quiet sigh leaving past his lips and eyes finally falling shut. You swallow a small whimper when you feel his release start to soak through your pants and bite your lip in frustration and despite having wanted something to happen between you after so long, you find yourself wishing for it to have happened in a better location.

Maybe next time you’ll be able to feel him inside you, or at least be able to play with your clit, maybe he’ll be the one to play with yours instead and you’ll actually be able to cum with him, but for now, you’re forced to take what you can get and enjoy simply having his cum soak through his pants and onto yours, leaving a dark patch on both your clothes and hoping to feel his warm cum reach your drenched pussy.

[valiwrites]

can u do a Joao one where it’s just pure fluff and no angst ily😘

i gotchu girlie 💕

LAZY MORNINGS

pairing: joao felix x reader

type: fluff

warnings: none

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It was one of those rare, blissfully quiet mornings when neither of you had anywhere to be. No matches, no travel, no alarms blaring at 6 a.m. demanding you both wake up and start the day. Just the two of you, tangled up in soft sheets with sunlight slowly filtering through the curtains.

You stirred first, blinking sleepily as you tried to orient yourself. Joao’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close as he lay peacefully on his side, facing you. His hair was a little messy, sticking up in every direction from how he’d tossed around during the night, and you could feel his steady, warm breaths on your shoulder. You lay there for a moment, not wanting to disturb him, just watching the way the morning light softened his features, made him look even more carefree.

When you tried to shift, though—maybe to sneak out and make coffee—his grip around you tightened instinctively, pulling you even closer.

“Mmm... no,” he mumbled, his voice thick and groggy with sleep. He buried his face in your neck and held on, as if sensing you were trying to escape. You couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re awake?” you whispered, still a little groggy yourself.

“Barely,” he muttered, his lips grazing your skin as he spoke. “Stay here. Too early to move.”

You snorted softly. “Joao, it’s almost ten.”

“Exactly,” he mumbled, refusing to open his eyes, his hand reaching up to find yours under the blankets. He laced his fingers with yours, squeezing softly. “First morning off in weeks...”

You sighed, giving up on any attempt to get out of bed. There was something so peaceful about this side of him, this quiet, tender way he held you as if you were his anchor. Without all the noise of games and press, he was just Joao. Not a star footballer, not a public figure—just the guy who looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

So, you stayed. You let him hold you, running your fingers slowly through his hair, tracing little patterns on his shoulder as he gradually seemed to wake up a bit more.

Finally, his eyes opened just a sliver, sleepy but softened with a little smile. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice still low, that hint of an accent making the words sound even warmer.

You grinned, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

He laughed softly, his thumb brushing over your hand as he squeezed it again. “We should do this more often,” he whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Wake up slow. Just us.”

You nodded, feeling that familiar warmth spread through your chest. “You know, I could stay like this all day,” you murmured, half-joking but half-serious. The thought of having a whole day with him, away from everything, sounded perfect.

“Then let’s do it,” he said simply, a little grin playing on his lips as he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you better. “Who needs plans, anyway? I just need you.”

“You’re serious?” you asked, laughing as you looked up at him. “We’re just going to lay here all day?”

“Why not?” he shrugged, moving a little closer, his face inches from yours. “Unless you don’t think you could handle being stuck here with me.”

“Oh, I can handle it,” you teased, raising an eyebrow as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He trailed a few more kisses along your cheek and jaw, his hand resting on your waist, keeping you close.

“And besides,” he added with a smirk, “I’m an excellent bed partner, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

You burst out laughing, pushing him playfully. “Oh, are you?”

“Absolutely,” he said, feigning offense. “And I’ll prove it to you... if you promise not to leave.” He leaned down again, but this time his kiss was slower, deeper, like he was trying to pour everything he felt into that one moment.

Eventually, you pulled back, grinning. “Fine, but if we’re staying in bed all day, I’m going to need breakfast. Preferably pancakes.”

He laughed, that bright, genuine laugh you loved so much. “Pancakes, huh?” He tilted his head, looking at you thoughtfully. “I could be convinced... if you don’t mind coming with me to the kitchen.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered at the thought of just doing something as simple as making pancakes together. “Deal,” you said, finally sitting up and stretching, though you didn’t make it far—Joao tugged you back down, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck again.

“Joao! I thought we were making pancakes!” you laughed, wriggling in his grasp.

“In a minute,” he murmured, sounding way too content to let you go just yet. “Just need another minute with you right here.”

You stopped struggling, leaning back into him, resting your head against his shoulder. He held you there, both of you enjoying the peaceful quiet, the sunlight warming the room, the sound of birds somewhere outside.

After a moment, he leaned in close to your ear, his voice soft and warm. “You know you’re my favorite part of the morning, right?”

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart feeling full. “You’re mine too.”

He hummed contentedly, finally releasing his hold so you could stand up. “Alright, chef. Pancakes it is.”

Together, you made your way to the kitchen, Joao still keeping close, his hand never leaving yours as you fumbled through ingredients, bumping into each other and laughing as you tried to make pancakes from scratch. He burned the first one, you messed up the second, and the third finally turned out edible enough that you could share it, each of you stealing bites from the pan.

And as you stood there in your pajamas, laughing with him over something so simple, you felt a warmth and peace that only he could bring—a kind of love that needed nothing fancy or grand, just the two of you and moments like these.

By the time the pancakes were finally done, he pulled you back into his arms, swaying with you in the middle of the kitchen, your laughter filling the room. And for the rest of the day, it was exactly as you’d hoped—just the two of you, no plans, just love and laughter and the simple joy of being together.

[crappy-writings]

Home is in your arms

Kate BishopxReader // Fluff

*Images are not mine, credit to its sources and creators

Summary: Kate comes home late, but you’re still waiting for her.

Trigger Warning: None

Word Count: 918

A/N: No thoughts, just soft Kate.

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Kate did her best to not make any noise when walking into her, now shared, apartment. It was pretty late, a little past 2:30am. She sets her gear aside, handing her bow in its designated spot right beside the door and drops off her quiver on the ground, right beside her large collection of arrows. She rolls her shoulders in their sockets, trying to relieve the dull ache in her muscles, the strain from the night getting to her. 

The sound of rapid clanking of metal on metal, followed by the soft, clicking pattern of dog paws hitting against the floor made her turn around. 

“Hey, bubbas,” she whispers, crouching to the ground as the golden, one-eyed dog wags his tail happily at her. Kate scratches along his neck and chest, causing Lucky’s medallion to clash against the other metallic components of his collar. He lets out a content huff before walking away from Kate, settling down on his doggy bed. 

“Traitor,” Kate whispers playfully as the dog walks away from her. 

She takes soft steps as she makes her way to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than a shower and her bed. She stripped off her suit, dropping it onto the dirty pile of clothes on the bathroom floor. After a quick, 10-minute shower, she changes into a set of comfortable pajamas; a set of purple, bow and arrow pajama bottoms that dragged slightly against the floor and a garish yellow, graphic t-shirt depicting Bigfoot carrying a boombox. It was a gag shirt you had gotten her for Christmas. You got Clint a matching one, too.

Her feet dragged as she made her way to the bedroom. The warm water from her shower had only managed to further coax the exhaustion out of her body. 

The bedroom door was slightly ajar when Kate reached it. She pushes the door, the hinges groaning against the gentle force put upon them, causing her to cringe at the loud noise. She slips into the room, taking notice of the figure that shifted in the bed. 

You were asleep on your side, facing the empty side of the bed. Your hands were reaching out to her side of the bed, your hand clutching at the sheets beneath you as if subconsciously reaching for Kate. The blanket you shared was completely wrapped around you and Kate knew that she would not be able to pry it from you. 

She did not mind that though, all she wanted was to share your bed with the person she cared about most. She wastes no more time as she climbs into the bed beside you, gently prying one of your hands from the gentle grip you had on the sheets. She scoots close to you, holding your hand close to your chest. She begins taking in every small detail of your relaxed features, aided by the faint light that poured in from the window.

Kate can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure. Stray wisps of hair cover your eyes, and she reaches out to brush them away. 

You nuzzled your head into the pillow, the physical contact waking you from your semi-conscious state, drawing a deep breath in as your eyes flutter open. You had been dozing in and out ever since Lucky left the bed. “Hey, baby,” you whisper, your voice husky with sleep.

“Shh, go back to sleep,” Kate coos, tucking the stray hairs behind your ear.

“Lucky woke me up, I was just waiting for you,” you inform her, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. Kate hums in response, the tiredness from her nighttime excursion catching up to her once more. 

You shift around in the bed again, ridding yourself of the cocoon you had been in. You stretch the blanket out, draping it over her shoulders, causing her to lean a bit closer towards you. The blanket was warmer than usual and the feeling brought comfort to Kate, her body immediately relaxing against the lumpy mattress beneath her. She breathes in the intoxicating scent of your body wash that lingered on the blanket and on your skin. She smiles, a peaceful complexion resting on her features. She was home.

Your hands snake around her waist and pull her closer to you. Kate puts up no resistance, instinctually nuzzling against the crook of your neck. She draped her arm lazily around your side, pulling you both impossibly close. 

You begin to run your hand through her raven locks, the gentle rhythmic motion finally pushing Kate over the edge of sleep. You on the other hand remained awake, taking in every small detail of her. 

The way her chest rose and fell against yours. The strawberry scent from her body wash and the faint smell of minty toothpaste. Her arm wrapped around your side. The way the shadows cast themselves over her figure. The small cuts and abrasions that littered her face. 

You cannot help but frown slightly at the marks, worry over the things she faces every time she dons her hero persona freezing your insides. All you wish for is to be able to protect her and your heart breaks a little knowing there is little you can do on that front. 

Regardless, you press a soft kiss on the crown of her head, a silent promise to do anything and everything you can for her. Your focus returns to her, and you follow the rhythmic sound of her breathing, allowing it to lull you back to sleep.

[chilling-seavey]

Winter Warmers: Day 11 — Ugly Sweaters

↳ Summary: George thinks it'll be fun to take family photos in matching ugly Christmas sweaters. He's 100% nuts.

↳ Word Count: 461

↳ Winter Warmers Prompt List | The Way It Goes Masterlist

“Why?”

“Because it’s fun!”

Your son and daughter stared up at George like he had sixty-three heads, almost identical expressions of disgust on their faces. He held one of the itchy wool sweaters up to show them, donning a variety of colours in festive patterns and topped with a fabric gift bow on the left breast. 

“That’s not fun.” your daughter finally replied.

“Yeah, I’m not wearing that.” your son shook his head. 

“Oh, come on.” George laughed, holding the sweater up against himself to show them how it would look, “It’s not that serious. It’s not like it’ll go on the Christmas card.”

“Mummy!” your daughter called across the house, “Daddy’s lost his mind!”

“Okay—” George sighed. 

You appeared in the doorway to the office, stopping dead in your tracks at the sight of the ugly Christmas sweater George was holding up to himself. Without even thinking, you blurted out, “Love, what the fuck is that.”

The kids giggled at your use of a swear word (how scandalous!). 

“Sorry,” you caught yourself before correcting with a, “Seriously, though, what is that and why is it in my house?”

George, with a tone now much less enthusiastic given his family’s sudden obvious distaste with his idea, answered quietly, “I bought us matching ugly Christmas jumpers and thought we could get family pictures taken.”

“Pictures taken to do what with?” you walked over and lifted up the second sweater from the box on the desk to look at the abomination for yourself. 

“To enjoy.” George pitched, “It’ll be fun…something to laugh at.”

“Not fun.” your daughter insisted. 

You took a moment to debate, going between your children’s displeased expressions, the sweaters themselves, and your husband’s endearing pout. It was harmless in the grand scheme of things…and if it made him happy…

With a sigh, you relented, “Fine.”

“Mommy.” your children whined like they were truly just sent to be tortured. 

George broke out into a grin and wrapped you up in his arms to press an appreciative kiss to your cheek, “Oh, you’re the best!” 

“Yeah, yeah. But you owe me one.” you laughed lightly. 

George stepped past you back to the box and fished out a tiny matching sweater, holding it up to you with a proud smile, “I even got one for the baby!”

You definitely had to bribe your children to smile for the pictures—it didn’t help that the sweaters were itchy as sin—and photoshoot was a chaotic disaster that even had George questioning if it was all worth it. But, if nothing else, the proofs that were sent to you for purchase from the photographer had the two of you crying laughing in your bed one night, zooming in on your children’s miserable faces in their ridiculous sweaters. 

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[pepi1989]

You’re single handedly saving the Ben Shelton fanfic world 😭 can you write a long (if possible, I love reading long fleshed out stories) story about a hot, summer vacation as a break from the tennis tour? Like on a yacht or in Greece, or maybe even in Florida.

I really like tennisplayer!reader so it’d be nice if both reader and Ben are taking a break together from tour and just lazing about together and being loving and cozy, maybe a bit flirty/suggestive too but nothing smutty. Thank you!

I'm in charge of keeping the Ben Shelton fanfic ship floating lol, please keep requesting things guys i love writing these <3

Sunkissed - Ben Shelton

The summer sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. You and Ben had finally stepped off the endless grind of the tennis tour, a much-needed break from the constant travel and matches. Now, instead of the whir of tennis balls and the thwack of rackets, there was only the sound of gentle waves lapping against the side of the yacht.

Ben leaned against the railing, the breeze tousling his curls as he turned to you with a smile that had you weak in the knees. “I still can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”

You laughed, settling beside him. “No tennis rackets, no early training, just us.”

The yacht rocked softly beneath your feet as the horizon stretched out, endless and blue. You let out a content sigh, already feeling your body ease into the relaxation you hadn’t felt in months. Ben wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, his warmth like the sun itself.

“We earned this,” he said, his voice low and sweet. “A whole summer of nothing but… this.”

“This,” you repeated with a grin, tipping your head back to soak in the sunshine. “And maybe a few more kisses?”

He chuckled, tilting your face toward his, lips brushing softly against yours. “I think that can be arranged.”

The day unfolded lazily, just like that. A delicious kind of nothingness, your bodies intertwined on sunbeds, laughter floating into the air as the boat drifted along the coast. It was Greece, of course. The white-washed buildings gleamed in the distance, and the scent of salty air mixed with the sweetness of fruit that you both snacked on between light conversation.

“Do you think anyone misses us yet?” Ben asked, lying beside you, hand lazily tracing patterns on your arm.

“Definitely,” you teased, leaning into his touch. “But they’ll survive. We deserve to just be.”

You lay in comfortable silence, his fingers brushing your skin every so often, and you felt like you could melt right into him, into the sun, into the moment. Nothing else mattered. Not the next tournament, not the next match. Just him and this stolen time.

After a while, Ben shifted beside you, sitting up and holding out a hand. “Wanna take a dip? The water’s perfect.”

You took his hand with a playful grin. “Race you to the water?”

Ben’s competitive spark lit up instantly, his smile widening. “You sure about that? I don’t want you to get embarrassed.”

“Oh, you’re on, Shelton.”

Laughing, you both scrambled to the edge of the yacht, diving into the crystal-clear water at the same time. The cool sea wrapped around you, a perfect contrast to the heat above. When you resurfaced, Ben was floating on his back, eyes closed with that peaceful expression you loved so much.

You splashed him lightly, and he cracked one eye open. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Felt like you were getting a little too relaxed,” you teased, swimming closer until you were practically nose to nose. “Can’t let you get too comfortable now.”

He chuckled, pulling you toward him until your legs tangled under the water. “You’re the one who said no tennis, no competition. Are you trying to break your own rule?”

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck, your forehead resting against his. “Maybe.”

Ben’s eyes softened as he gazed at you, the moment shifting from playful to something deeper, warmer. “You know,” he murmured, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I really don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as the sincerity in his voice sank in. “Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, brushing your fingers through his wet curls. “Maybe because you’re a decent guy? Some might even say charming.”

He smiled, that boyish grin that always made your stomach flutter. “Only some?”

“Well, maybe more than some,” you admitted, cheeks flushing under his gaze.

Ben pulled you closer, his lips brushing yours softly again. “I love you,” he whispered, voice barely louder than the sound of the waves lapping against the boat.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your chest fill with warmth. “I love you, too.”

The kiss that followed was slow, gentle, but filled with a thousand unspoken promises. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were grinning like lovesick teenagers, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how perfect everything felt.

“Let’s stay here forever,” you said, half-joking, half-serious.

Ben pressed his forehead to yours again. “I’d love nothing more.”

Back on the yacht, as the afternoon sun started to dip lower, casting everything in shades of gold and pink, you and Ben sprawled out on the deck, wrapped in towels, hair still damp from the swim. He fed you slices of watermelon between light conversation, both of you too blissed out to worry about anything beyond this moment.

“You ever think about what’s next?” you asked quietly, eyes on the horizon.

Ben’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining. “Sometimes. But not right now. Right now, I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you. To have someone who gets it, who gets me.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling that familiar tug in your chest again. “We make a pretty good team, huh?”

“The best,” he agreed, bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

The evening unfolded in the same relaxed rhythm. As the sky darkened, you moved to the yacht’s upper deck, where the stars began to blink into view, one by one. Ben wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the two of you looked up at the night sky.

“I could get used to this,” you said, voice soft.

“Me too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s never leave.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “I think we might need to eventually. But for now, this is perfect.”

Ben tightened his hold on you, his voice low and filled with affection. “For now, it’s just us. No worries, no matches. Just you and me.”

You smiled, closing your eyes and savoring the moment. This was everything. And for as long as it lasted, you were determined to make every second count.

[jungshookz]

apparently y/n's really good with toddlers and jimin thinks it's adorable

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; alright balletteacher!jimin stans since the last update was.,,. uh,., anyway here’s some pre-breakupfluff!! actually idk if this is going to make u guys more sad knowing how that last drabble ended but this one is super cute so at least you have that <3 i’m FINALLY appeasing u with balletteacher!jimin content 

➺ wordcount; 2.3k

➺ summary; all the teeny ballerinas seem to gravitate towards y/n for some reason and it’s taking everything within jimin to not spend the entire class just watching her fondly. 

➺ what to expect;  “oops, i dropt my swipper again.”

»»————- 🧸 ————-««

when jimin first got the email from saying that he had to take over the toddler’s ballet class for a day because the teacher for that class called in sick at the very last minute and he was the only one whose schedule lined up perfectly with the toddler’s class, needless to say, he wasn’t very happy 

it’s not that he hates children or anything horrible like that (he really doesn’t understand people who say that they hate children) — don’t get him wrong, he loves when random babies wave at him on the street and he’ll even go as far as to make a face at them if their parents aren’t watching — it’s just that he’s literally never taught a toddler ballet class before so he doesn’t even know where to start… and he also doesn’t know how far he can push them before he’s being accused of being a horrible, mean teacher 

though it would be fairly impressive on his end if they were able to do grand jetés by the end of class 

“i’m so happy we get to play with toddlers all day!” lisa squeals, plopping herself down next to you as you continue your morning stretches in front of the mirror, “aren’t you excited??” 

“i think it’ll be fun!” you smile, nodding in agreement before shrugging, “i’m a little nervous because i literally have never interacted with a child other than my little cousins, and they’re like eight to nine years old now, so i’m out of practice…” 

“it’s okay, y/n,” you feel a harsh pat on your shoulder and you look up to see seulgi smiling sweetly at you, “not all of us can be good at everything. you keep the class humble.”  

“very funny, seulgi.” you grumble, rolling your eyes before turning to look back at lisa, “i’m just glad we kinda get a day off because we have to help mr. park teach the toddlers. i don’t know about you but i am not in the mood to do any pirouettes this morning.” you huff, adjusting your leg warmers before checking out your reflection in the mirror to make sure you look okay

you also feel a little groggy because you didn’t get much sleep last night 

you spent the night at jimin’s and then he drove you back to your place early (because lisa texted and said she’d come over in the morning to have breakfast with you before the two of you zipped over to the studio so you had to go home otherwise she’d be wondering where the hell else you’d be) 

“do you think i should’ve worn the sheep-patterned leg warmers instead? i feel like toddlers would be more receptive to sheeps-“ for some reason you feel like you’re trying to impress the toddlers even though they probably don’t even know what leg warmers are and even if they did they couldn’t care less about them

you were going to wear your sweatpants but you got a new pair of leg warmers and you wanted to show them off (they’re baby pink with little black bows on the back of them), so you decided to pair them with your black leotard, a matching black wrap cardigan, and your stockings of course

“ah, i just love kids,” lisa sighs, getting up from the ground as you get up as well before looping her arm with yours, “and i don’t know about you, but seeing mr. park interact with kids is also something that i’m very much looking forward to.” 

you feel a wide grin growing on your face at the reminder that yes, you’re finally going to see jimin interacting with cute little kids and you remind yourself to keep it cool

you and jimin only started dating a few weeks ago and you don’t want to scare him off by getting all baby crazy

you don’t even know if jimin wants kids 

…

does he want kids?

and if he does, would he want to have them with you? because you certainly wouldn’t mind carrying his beautiful children and-

“oh my god, they’re so cute!” 

the room erupts into high pitched coos and squeals when the toddlers, well, toddle into the room, all of them dressed in matching baby pink cardigans and leotards and chiffon skirts with stockings on their little legs and neat little slicked back buns on their little heads and it doesn’t take long for you to fall in love with all of them because oh my god they’re so cute and you just want to eat their chubby little cheekies and gobble them up and rRRaAWOOF- 

“ladies, here are our little guests for the day,” jimin laughs lightly, shutting the door behind him quietly as he gently nudges the little ones towards the group like a herd of little baby sheep, “there are twenty-four of them and twelve of you, so if you could each take two for the day, that would be wonderful- oh!” jimin pauses when he accidentally bumps into one of the girls and he reaches down to pat her head, “sorry honey, mr. park is a little clumsy today and you’re just so small-“ 

“oh god, i can’t take it-“ lisa groans quietly, holding a hand over her mouth as she muffles a squeal and starts to bounce on the balls of her feet excitedly, “i can’t take it i can’t take it i can’t take it that is so stinking cute-“ 

“what are we supposed to do, do we just grab two random ones and go?” seulgi asks with a frown and you can’t help but snort because that is such a seulgi thing to ask 

“don’t grab two of them and go, this isn’t a drive through-“ you chuckle, watching as the other girls disperse into the crowd of teeny ballereenies to collect their two for the day, “you just have to go and see which ones vibe with you, i think. which might be hard for you.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“well, all children know that they need to stay away from the wicked witch of the west- OW-“ you yelp when seulgi delivers a hard punch to your arm before taking off 

it’s only in that moment you notice one of the little girls in the back, wide-eyed and holding onto both her slippers, looking as lost as ever 

she stumbles forward as the other girls start shuffling forwards slightly, all the toddlers clearly a little intimidated by all of you 

you make your way over to her and she immediately looks up at you, her lips parting slightly 

“hi! do you need some help with your slippers?” you crouch down so that you’re eye-level with her and she nods shyly before averting her gaze, “okay, i can help you. i’m y/n. what’s your name?” you stand back up before holding your hand out for her and she wraps her hand around two of your fingers, trailing behind you as you lead her to a free corner in the room 

“mia.” 

“mia’s a very pretty name,” you smile, looking down at her (from your angle, you can see her little cheeks protruding out slightly and it’s just so cute) 

“i dropt my swipper.” mia suddenly stops in her tracks and you stop as well, letting her bend down to pick up her slipper only for the other one to fall onto the ground, “oops, i dropt my swipper again.” 

you and lisa make eye contact from across the room and she pushes her bottom lip out in a pout before scrunching her face and putting a hand over her chest and you make the same expression in return to tell her that oh my god, i know, right?!

“alright, miss mia, do you wanna sit down for me?” you hum, sitting down cross-legged before patting your lap, “it’ll be easier for me to put your slippers on if you’re sitting.” 

mia nods before plopping herself down on your lap and you nearly let out a coo when you notice how teeny weeny her slippers are

they’re just so cute! and they’re basically the size of your hand!!!!!! 

“how old are you, mia?” you ask, taking her slippers from her before lifting one of her chubby little legs up so you can put a slipper on 

“thwee.” she holds four fingers up and you giggle, reaching over to put one of them down for her, “i’m thwee.” she kicks her legs slightly, sticking the one with the slipper up into the air before wiggling her toes 

»»————- 🧸 ————-««

jimin smiles to himself as he looks around the room, feeling weirdly proud at how well all of you are looking after the little ones even though his teaching has nothing to do with how good you guys are with kids 

he started the class off with a few warm-up exercises and was very impressed at how well the little girls followed his lead (to be honest he’s already picked out the ones that would survive in his class when they’re older, and it’s definitely not the one that started twirling around in ditzy, uncoordinated circles when he asked everyone to get into third position), and it’s only been about twenty minutes but according to the schedule given to him, they take ten minute breaks every twenty minutes which seems a little too lax for his liking, but then again — he’s not a teacher for toddlers, so who is he to say what’s right and what’s wrong? 

and he has to admit that it was hard to not watch you the entire time you were guiding your girls and showing them how to do everything properly (“demi-plie, mia! keep your back straight just like me…”) 

at first he was going to tell you off because you were kneeled on the ground while he was teaching up front but then he realized you were only doing it so you could help the little ones with positioning their feet, and not to mention, you weren’t just helping your own two ballereenies, you were helping whichever ones were around you which was just… so nice to see 

and perhaps the others will suspect him of favouritism because he’s pretty sure lisa caught him staring fondly at you at one point but it’s not like anyone would ever confront him about it so he’s really not too worried 

“and at home, i- i do- um, i do, um, dance evewywhere and my favouwite- favouwite song is wet it go from fwozen because anna and elsa-“

“speaking of let it go- emma, you better let go of my bun before you yank my hair off my head!”

jimin’s ears perk up in interest when he hears your voice among the many voices and squeals and giggles in the room and he turns around, eyes scanning the room until he finally lands on you to see you surrounded by six of the baby ballerinas

you’ve got one of them sitting on your lap with her hand buried in a pack of animal crackers (none of them brought snacks with them so he’s assuming those came from you), one of them with their arms slung over you from behind and her cheek pressed to your shoulder, three of them sitting cross-legged around you, and the last one prancing around you chatting away excitedly 

you wrap your arm securely around the one sitting on your lap, reaching down to smooth some of her hair back before leaning over a little to look at her and ask if she’s alright, and she nods in response before holding a cracker up for you to take 

jimin feels his heart skip a beat at the adorable sight because he was certainly not aware of how good you are with children

he can’t help but chuckle when he notices you showing off your leg warmers off 

so cute

so, so cute

his eyes widen when you look up and immediately lock gazes with him only for you to wave at him shyly before returning your attention to the girls after jimin returns a smile and a wave of his own 

you and y/n would make a really cute baby, the intrusive voice in his head tells him as his arm drops back to his side, and jimin finds his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of a teeny little y/n trailing behind him like a little duckling 

he could dress her up in her ballet clothes and put bows in her hair and train her to become the best ballerina the world has ever seen and she’d have your hair and eyes and his nose and mouth and she’d be so sweet and kind like you but strong and tenacious like him 

and not to sound like a hormonal boy or anything but the process of baby-making seems like it’d be very fun 

…

…

…

“mr. park, y/n’s stealing all the kids!” jimin looks over when he hears seulgi whining and he resists the urge to snort at how huffy she’s being, “i took two of them like you told us to but all of them are like, gravitating towards y/n for some reason-“

“well, i guess there’s just something about y/n that they like, seulgi.” jimin responds with a shrug, keeping his eyes glued on you with a fond smile twitching at the corner of his mouth 

🎙️ ask y/n where she gets her leg warmers (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (full fics!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 

[roquog]

Risetober Day 1: Stars

Singing chimeras who call people dumb and are close with a purple robot.

Donateto:

[ID: A digital drawing of Donatello dressed up as Kasane Teto singing on a stage. The costume consists of a pink wig in a twin drill style along with a grey sleeveless collared top, grey pleated skirt, and grey arm warmers all of which have matching pink accents. Donnie has an open smile and is holding a microphone up to his mouth with one hand. In his other hand he holds up the wire to the mic. The angle of the drawing makes it so that the stage he's on is not visible. However, the visual display projecting a light blue star tunnel pattern can be seen behind him. A portion of the sky can be seen as well. It is nighttime and a faint blue glow emanates from the horizon. Some stars can be seen. The blue glow of the horizon and the moon are reflected in his eyes. The drawing is only flat colored. End ID]

I realized a bit late that the prompt was plural so here's Leo dressed as Miku as well.

[ID: A rushed colored doodle of Leonardo in a Hatsune Miku costume. The wig, which is cyan and in a long twin-tail style, is slipping out of place. The cyan tie is not tied. He is leaning back and is holding a microphone up to his mouth with both hands. He seems to be yelling with his eyes shut tightly. In the background, in a large sized font, text reads "SEKAAAAAAAI" and then gets cut off. End ID]

[onboardsorasora]

winter warmers day 20

Wanted something soft

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Day 20 🧣 Matching Pyjamas

Lewis grinned. The expression split his face in half as he watched Ava squeal and toddle across the living room, flanked (as always) by a protective Roscoe who didn’t want her to fall. She’d been getting more and more confident in her walking, bursting into full shrieking sprints before coming to a sudden stop and falling on her diaper cushioned bum.

She tugged at her collar, her red pjs stretching while she tried, uncoordinatedly, to put her pacifier back into her mouth. Lewis hummed, kissing her loudly on the cheek before scooping her small body into his arms. She giggled and pressed her drool wet lips to his cheek and babbled at him.

He nestled back onto the couch, tucking Ava close before finger brushing her curls into her bows. Ava got animated in her noises and gesticulations while Lewis nodded and made appropriate noises. He bit back his grin at how much like Daniel she looked when she experimented with her sounds.

Speaking of Daniel, Lewis stretched off the arm of the couch to try and peek into the closest bedroom where the omega was changing. They were getting ready to take holiday pictures in front of their Christmas tree in matching pajamas. It had been Daniel’s idea and Lewis had agreed eagerly. He loved all the various traditions surrounding the holiday, and he particularly loved how much Daniel got into it. They wanted to make special memories for Ava, before Lily-Grace graced them with her presence. 

They’d already done cookie decorating, and gingerbread house making– with varying levels of success. And tonight, after their mini photoshoot, they were going to watch a movie together while bundled up on the couch.

“All good in there?” Lewis called out when it seemed Daniel was not coming forth.

“Uhm..” Daniel groaned, a sound Lewis was becoming used to. A sheepish curly head poked from the side of the doorway. “How about we switch?”

Lewis bit back his smile, “yeah?” he asked leadingly and Daniel rolled his eyes with a sigh. He shuffled completely into the doorway, pouting in the most adorable way. 

They’d chosen red pjs with a pattern of trees and gifts for their shoot. Lewis opted for a sweatsuit over the usual button up and loose pants. Ava had giggled and hugged Roscoe when she noticed they had been dressed the same. Lewis saw the problem immediately and found it quite difficult to not feel alpha smug at the sight of Daniel’s open pajama top. He’d gotten the first two buttons done, but the comfortable fabric was no match for his 6 month belly.

“Don’t look so smug.” Daniel called him out with a roll of his eyes. “I really thought it would fit when we ordered it.” He sighed and turned to go back into the bedroom dejectedly.

Lewis scooped up Ava and followed him.

“You look beautiful.” He said, leaning in the doorway while Daniel sat on the unmade bed. “I’ll switch with you, babe.”

Daniel looked up at him with glittering brown eyes and hazarded a small smile, “yeah?”

“Of course!” Lewis agreed, putting Ava on the floor and watching as she toddled back into the living room. She babbled when they were beginning to suspect was her attempt at saying ‘Roscoe’.

Daniel unbuttoned his top and Lewis stared openly as his skin was uncovered. Daniel blushed and threw the shirt at him playfully. Lewis brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply his omega’s pregnant scent.Then he took off his own sweatshirt one-handed and passed it along. 

He was buttoning the top when Daniel sighed happily, tugging the sweatshirt over his belly. 

“Thank you.” Daniel said shily, as if he didn’t steal Lewis’ clothes regularly.

“Nuh uh.” Lewis called and Daniel blinked owlishly at him.

“What?”

“Shorts too.” Lewis hooked his thumbs into his sweatpants and tugged them down his hips. 

Daniel burst out a surprised laugh before taking off his own shorts. Lewis had liked the way his legs looked in them, how his tattoos had popped against the shade of red, but he thought the smile on Daniel’s face was worth the ‘loss’.

They finished getting dressed and Lewis tugged Daniel into the circle of his arms. “How do I look?” He kissed Daniel’s cheek before sticking his legs out in a pose.

“Dashing.” Daniel giggled, openly eyeing Lewis’ legs in the shorts. The omega had always told him that he loved Lewis’ legs so this was a win win situation in his mind. 

Lewis sent him to the couch while he set up Daniel’s camera on the stack of books they were using as a tripod. He set it up to take a burst of photos after a ten second timer then he pressed the button and dove towards his family on the couch.

Happy Holidays, from mine to yours he wrote as a caption with a gleeful grin. The picture was lovely he thought, if a tad blurry. He’d gone with what he thought was the best of the bunch; The tree was beautiful in their background, lovingly decorated. They’d moved the stockings from the mantle and hung them along the wall to add to the overall coziness of the composition. 

Roscoe was jumping out of the couch–his brown head and red clad body just streaks of colour– while Ava was clearly reaching for him. Daniel’s head was thrown back in laughter, hands cupping his round belly while Lewis was almost upside down in the couch cushions– having overshot his olympic dive– face split open in his own laughter. Their matching pajamas certainly were not the focal point at all.

It wasn’t the most posed family photo, curated to look perfect, but it was beautiful and he loved it. Loved them.

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show me what it's like to be set free

3,5k words of harringrove, spring break, light angst, smut and fluff, picnics, caught in the rain, bath sex, handjobs, frottage, complicated relationship also on ao3

Spring break didn’t truly feel like a real spring break in Hawkins. It was a disgrace to even call it a spring break, Billy thought to himself. Sure, the weather got a little warmer, and if Billy was lucky, he'd be able to catch a glimpse of the sun among all the heavy clouds in the gray skies every once in a while. But everyone who could afford it made sure to leave Hawkins, travel somewhere else for spring break, somewhere you could already feel the warmth of the beginning of summer on your skin, bask in all it's glory by a pool of crystal clear water or dip your toes into hot sand on the beach. It really didn’t leave many people spending their break in Hawkins in the spring, so the town fell a little quiet, which came with its perks.

Lover’s Lake was usually full of, well, lovers. Cars parked so close to each other that the only privacy you could get was by fogging up the windows from the inside. That’s why Steve and Billy usually preferred somewhere else, somewhere no one would find them or bother them once they'd claimed a spot for themselves, a spot appropriate for secret lovers.

But it was spring break, and all the lovers were out of town, giggling on their way down a water slide or getting sunburned on white plastic loungers. Whatever. At least that left Lover’s Lake completely deserted, which was how Steve had managed to convince Billy to go there with him in the first place.

It was slightly windy, the clouds drifting above them rather quickly, though still giving some room for the sun to shine, as Billy parked his Camaro and watched Steve twist and turn in the passenger seat to reach for the picnic basket in the back. It was cheesy as hell, and Billy had never been a big fan of cheesy things, but seeing the joy on Steve’s face as he got up and out of the car with the stupid basket with such determination made something light flicker in Billy's chest.

“We can sit right by the water”, Steve said, excited, as he carried the picnic basket in his right hand and the picnic blanket under his left arm.

“Not too close”, Billy said and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He walked a few steps behind Steve. “You wouldn’t want all those snacks getting soggy when the wind picks up. You worked very hard on those”, he added pointedly, teasingly, and chuckled under his breath. It was amusing, but also endearing, the way Steve had insisted on putting this picnic together. And the fact that he owned a picnic set, with the red and white pattern of it matching goddamn everything? What the hell, of course he did.

Once Steve found a spot he liked, he set the basket down on the ground and started spreading the blanket out for them. Billy watched him struggle with it for a while, ever so amused since Steve wasn’t asking for any help, and Billy didn’t budge until he saw the corners of the blanket getting swept up by the wind and Steve’s face scrunching up with the effort of trying not to give up. But Steve's face soon lit up with a pleased grin when he saw Billy give in and rush over to him to help out. Billy grabbed at the corners of the blanket for them to finally be able to lay it out on the ground.

With the basket now placed in the middle of the blanket, Steve sat down and started digging through what he had packed for them. Billy took a seat on the other side and leaned back until he was propped up on his elbows, looking out towards the water.

He was supposed to be in California right now. He had been planning the whole thing since the beginning of winter. He was supposed to go to California for spring break and spend it there with his friends. He missed the sun, the smell of the ocean, and surfing the high waves without a care in the world.

But instead of an endless ocean, Billy only saw the dark woods on the other side of the lake. The ground beneath them was hard and lumpy, not much softened by the picnic blanket, and the sun didn’t feel warm on his skin; it was the thick leather jacket keeping him warm. He really fucking hoped it brought Neil some kind of sick satisfaction, some twisted kick he got out of torturing him and knowing that he was still very much stuck in Hawkins, even on his spring break.

He looked over to Steve and his face softened momentarily at the sight of Steve holding out a sandwich for him. It was wrapped in red and white paper, matching the red and white picnic blanket, matching the red and white lining of the picnic basket. Of fucking course. Billy accepted the sandwich with a nod.

“It’s BLT. With chicken. Actually not sure if it can be called a BLT in that case, but. Anyway, I went light on the mayo for you”, Steve said sheepishly.

“Thanks, pretty boy”, Billy hummed as he unwrapped his sandwich. The corner of his mouth tugged up a little at the fact that Steve remembered him not liking soggy sandwiches lathered with way too much mayo. Billy wasn’t even sure when Steve had picked that detail up, but in that moment he thought that being stuck in Hawkins with Steve Harrington might not have been the worst possible way to spend his spring break after all.

Steve grabbed a small plastic container out of the basket and cracked the lid open. He pushed it towards Billy while chewing around a mouthful of his own BLT-with-chicken sandwich.

“Didn’t really excel at making these”, he then said, “but it’s strawberries and chocolate, so, how bad can they taste?” he added with a chuckle.

“Jesus, Harrington. You went all out, huh?”

Billy stared into the container. They were meant to be chocolate covered strawberries, he could gather that much. But Steve, clearly embarrassed, struggled to get one out with his free hand, while the other still held onto his half-eaten sandwich, because all the strawberries were stuck together and also stuck to the container by clumps of melted milk chocolate. Steve did finally manage to free one from the container to take a bite. Billy just swallowed thickly.

They both sat in silence for a while and ate. Billy looked up at Steve who was looking out over the lake. What was evident was the way Steve’s brows were furrowed in thought. Billy had always been able to tell when Steve was overthinking, and this was definitely one of those moments, and Billy hated himself a little for so obviously having caused it. Steve had gone through all this trouble to do something special for him, and all Billy had done was try his best not to reject it right away. Fucking great.

"This is a really good sandwich, y'know..."

“I know you had other plans for spring break”, Steve interrupted and turned to face Billy.

“Steve…”

“No, just. I really wanted you to be able to go to California. I wanted you to meet up with your friends and have a good time in San Diego because fuck knows you deserve it”, Steve continued. He placed the half-eaten sandwich down on the blanket and reached for a can of soda from the basket. “And I know this stupid picnic doesn’t come anywhere close to that, and I definitely went too far with these…” Steve gestured at the container between them before cracking the can open.

“Hey”, Billy interrupted then, two half-eaten sandwiches next to each other on the blanket now, as he reached out to take a gentle hold of Steve’s wrist but made sure no soda was spilled. “It’s not a stupid picnic. It’s fucking great. And I mean it. I’m just wallowing in my own shit about the whole California trip and all.”

Steve looked at him and nodded. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to go.”

“Me too.”

Steve wriggled his wrist out of Billy’s hold, moved the soda can into his free hand, and laced their fingers together instead. Billy squeezed his hand gently and Steve gave him a warm smile before taking a sip of his soda. Billy glanced over his shoulder to make sure there still weren’t any people around, before he looked back up at Steve with a grin on his lips.

“C’mere”, he said and tugged at Steve’s hand, yanking Steve closer until he landed somewhat on Billy’s chest with a yelp and a laugh. The open can of soda ended up spilling all over the blanket, after all.

Steve positioned himself over Billy’s lap, straddling him and getting comfortable, hands pressed flat against Billy’s chest.

“You got a little something right there”, Billy grinned and gestured towards the corner of Steve’s mouth. “A little chocolate, I think.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Uh-huh”, Billy replied as he tugged Steve down by the front of his hoodie and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“You were right, didn't taste bad at all”, Billy snorted after pulling away.

“Oh fuck you”, Steve laughed, then leaned in for a proper kiss on the lips this time as both of his hands held onto the front of Billy’s leather jacket tightly.

Neither of them noticed the clouds above getting darker and slowly blocking out the sun as rain headed towards them from the lake; not until the first few drops hit them square in the face.

"Shit", Steve grumbled after holding his palm out to the sky as if to really make sure the rain was real.

"Guess that's it for this picnic", Billy mused and watched Steve climb off of him to start gathering everything up, only stopping to roll his eyes at Billy.

"Don't be smug and help me gather this shit up before it's all an even bigger mess."

"I'm thinking about it", Billy answered with a grin, earning a light smack in the chest from Steve.

"Fine, fine. Jesus", Billy chuckled and pushed himself up to help Steve put everything back in the basket.

The rain was pouring down, soaking them both faster than they could move, so there was no time to try and roll up the blanket neatly. Steve bunched it up into his arms while Billy grabbed the basket and they both sprinted back over to Billy's car.

"You look like a sad, wet puppy", Billy stated as he took in the miserably adorable sight of a rain-soaked Steve Harrington in front of him. His hair was flat and sticking to the sides of his face, droplets were clinging to his dark lashes, and the tip of his nose was already turning a little red from the cold rain. It was a fucking gorgeous sight, really.

Billy realized he didn't have to fight the urge to kiss him, so he leaned in for a quick peck on those wet lips as he unlocked the passenger door for Steve. Steve smiled into the kiss and Billy didn't feel cold at all.

He rounded the car to the driver's side and quickly got in, putting the basked down on the backseat.

"Wait", Steve huffed before Billy had the chance to sit down properly.

Steve folded the blanket in a couple of times, made sure the dirty side stayed in, and then spread it across the seat.

"Alright. Just didn't wanna ruin the leather", Steve explained.

"You're unbelievable", Billy breathed out before he leaned in, placed a hand on Steve's cheek to bring him in closer so he could kiss him as the rain drummed a loud beat around them.

"You're freezing", Steve murmured into the kiss.

"Yeah, no shit", Billy laughed as he pulled back. "So. Where to, pretty boy?"

"Back to mine to get warmed up?"

"You got it."

The wipers were working hard but Billy could still hardly see the road, but all his reckless speeding had prepared him for this moment. Or at least that's what he would say got them to the Harringtons' driveway safe and sound in the pouring rain.

Billy twisted around for the basket in the back and Steve grabbed the blanket before they made a run for the front door. Steve's fingers were cold, made him fumble with his keys before he finally managed to unlock the door. He let Billy step in first, then followed right behind him, and slammed the door shut a little too hard in his hurry to get rid of the cold and wet.

"Spring here really fucking sucks, man", Billy huffed. He set the basket down on the floor and pulled his boots off his feet, then peeled off his wet socks.

"It's gonna get better, though. The summers are nice, really. You'll be right at home", Steve tried to reassure. He followed Billy's example and dumped the blanket on the floor along with his sneakers and socks.

"Here's hoping."

"C'mon. I'll draw us a hot bath", Steve said and led the way to the stairs.

"I'm interested", Billy smirked and followed Steve up.

They left a trail of wet clothes all the way from the hallway and up to the bathroom. Now only in their underwear, Billy sat on the edge of the tub as if filled with hot water and Steve grabbed some fancy looking bottles from the shelf to pour in there. It smelled nice, like warm milk and honey, as Billy watched bubbles start to form on the surface.

Steve shed his wet boxers and lowered himself into the bath with a pleased hum.

"God, it's perfect."

"Alright, scoot", Billy commanded and pushed Steve forward gently by the shoulder.

He got up and tugged his own boxers off, then got in the tub behind Steve. He wrapped an arm around Steve's middle and pulled him back until he was resting against Billy's chest, positioned comfortably between Billy's legs.

The water was very hot, and the bathroom had filled with steam, and just like Steve had said, it really was perfect.

Steve let his head fall back and rest against Billy's shoulder, his eyes closed. Billy noticed that the tip of Steve's nose was still red, but so were his cheeks, and the tips of his ears. Billy couldn't resist pressing a kiss to Steve's temple, and he watched a smile spread across Steve's lips as a result. Billy's heart fluttered in his chest and his free hand gripped the edge of the tub before relaxing again. God. Harrington was going to be the death of him.

"Feeling warmer?" Steve's voice broke Billy out of his haze.

"Yeah, I mean. I've got this wet and naked pretty boy pressed up against me, so, how could I not?" Billy spoke softly into Steve's ear as his hand gently ran up and down along Steve's abdomen in the water.

"Mhm, that feels nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Billy let his hand trail down slowly and his fingertips trace idle circles onto Steve's skin. He let his hand feel Steve's lower belly, then his thigh, then slowly back up again. He noticed the slight change in Steve's breathing and the way his legs twitched to spread them just a tiny bit.

"Want me to touch you, princess?" Billy murmured. He nudged his nose against Steve's warm and damp cheek as he pressed a kiss to that sweet, sensitive spot right under Steve's ear.

"Please."

"Mm."

Billy's hand moved down again, slow and steady. He felt the way Steve's stomach tightened in anticipation as his hand moved lower. Low, low, low until he wrapped it around Steve's half-hard dick and watched Steve's lips part in a sweet sigh of relief.

Water didn't exactly make the best lubricant, so Billy had to work slow and gentle. He had to take his time with Steve, what a shame, truly, as if it wasn't his favorite thing in the whole world. Steve, on the other hand, usually wasn't the most patient when it came to this. But he was so relaxed, so pliant in this hot bubble bath, not protesting Billy's slow pace. Billy was the luckiest motherfucker.

He kissed along the side of Steve's neck as his hand worked on the length of Steve's dick, now fully hard. Steve's hips bucked up, chasing Billy's hand, but Billy squeezed Steve in place with his thighs.

"Can't start moving like that if you don't wanna cause water damage to the house", Billy mock-scolded him.

"But it feels good", Steve whined and blinked up at Billy. He threw an arm back, reaching for Billy, fingers sliding into Billy's damp curls.

"I know, baby."

Billy removed his hand from Steve's dick and this time Steve did let out a whimper as a protest. But Billy quickly made up for it by having both of his hands on Steve's body, running them up and down. He teased over Steve's nipples, slid down along Steve's sides to his waist, then to squeeze his plush ass. His own cock twitched in interest, chubbing up as he got to feel all over Steve Harrington.

"Can you turn around for me?" Billy asked and Steve immediately nodded.

It was only a little bit of a struggle but Steve made it happen without splashing too much water over the tub's edge. Billy helped Steve position himself in his lap, straddling Billy's thighs.

"Hi", Steve breathed out softly.

He was looking right into Billy's eyes and smiling so sweetly, and Billy, being an absolute sucker for Steve's sweet charm, couldn't help but find it the cutest fucking thing ever.

"Hi", Billy said back and grinned wide as Steve wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

Billy tapped his index finger to his lips and Steve immediately took it as a sign to lean in and kiss Billy. It was heated; open mouths and silken tongues and velvet desire. Billy's hands slid back down to Steve's waist and his right hand continued further down between them, where their hard cocks were pressed together, and wrapped around them.

Steve let out a moan and broke their kiss, and it took everything he had in him to not roll his hips into the grip of Billy's hand.

Steve added his own hand into the mix, wrapping around their dicks with Billy's as they found a nice rhythm, cocks rubbing together.

"Fuck", Billy groaned against Steve's mouth.

"Just a little faster, Billy, please", Steve whined. He kissed the corner of Billy's mouth, along his jaw, his chin, and then over his mouth again. "Please, please, please."

Billy shut him up with another heated kiss and swallowed down Steve's whimpers and moans as they picked up their rhythm. He felt hot all over, felt pleasure building up low in his belly as he nipped down at Steve's bottom lip.

"I'm gonna- fuck, I'm gonna come and I want you to come with me", Billy panted, his nose pressed against Steve's own as they breathed the same hot and humid air between their mouths.

"I'm so close", Steve gasped and started rocking his hips.

Fuck it, Billy thought to himself. It wasn't like the Harringtons didn't have enough money to fix a little water damage. He bucked his own hips up, and the way their cocks slid and rubbed together with Steve's hips rocking against his created that delicious white-hot pleasure that was enough to tip Billy over the edge. Fuck the overflow, it was the last thing on Billy's mind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", Billy moaned as he gripped Steve's hip tight with his free hand and spurted his pearly-white come into the water.

Steve followed right behind, his free hand tight on Billy's shoulder for support, head tilted back as moans and whimpers spilled from his lips. Billy kissed and nipped along that gorgeously exposed throat and let go of their spent cocks to hold Steve close. He loved the heavy weight of Steve's relaxed body in his lap.

"We should probably get up and get dried up before you get cold again", Steve murmured after coming down from his high.

The steam of the hot bath had mostly disappeared and the water was gross and cooling down, and even though Billy was looking forward to putting on something warm and comfortable from Steve's closet, he was not in a hurry to move just yet.

"Mm, gimme a minute", Billy hummed and buried his face into the crook of Steve's neck.

Yeah, being stuck in Hawkins with Steve Harrington might not have been the worst possible way to spend his spring break after all, indeed.

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What do you think Branch would look like if he was adopted by funk or techno?

Funk Branch I could see him with bellbottoms and a patterns top but keeping his vest over it, maybe even adding the silvery fringe that Prince D and Essence have to match them more. Maybe a hat similar to coopers and then funky glasses!

Techno I could see him wearing arm warmers that give the illusion of arm stripes and perhaps leg warms that functioned as flippers to aid his swimming! I think he'd probably go heavy on the glowing accessories since I personally think he can't see as well as the Techno Trolls can in the darker water.