#really gotta get him a liz

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norrington figure acquired and placed to stand normally in a place of honor

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My heart is soooo full of love guys

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ʚ Part 7 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, fluff, kissing, very slight sexual stuff

❥ A/N: thank you for your patience! I hope you enjoy!

"You're glowing, Y/N!"

"Really?" you ask, patting your cheek. "What makes you say that?"

"Have you seen yourself lately?" your coworker asks, calling out a name before placing a finished drink at the end of the counter. "Like, have you looked in a mirror? You're just so happy and bubbly lately; I love it!"

"Awww, thank you!" you reply, smiling genuinely. "I mean, things have been nice lately. A lot of good things have been happening to me."

"Or maybe it's because of a certain someone?"

The bell above the door rings as Guy walks into the cafe, holding a gift bag.

"Oh, there he is! Right on cue!" your coworker cheers, walking to the register. "Here to visit your girlfriend?" He nods and your coworker smiles, gesturing towards you.

"You have ten minutes to chat, but then she's gotta get back to work." You touch her shoulder.

"Thank you, Liz."

"Any time, hun." She leans in close. "Ask him if he has a brother," she whispers. You laugh, patting her back before exiting the work station, meeting Guy by a free table. He holds up the gift bag and you smile shyly.

"For me?"

"Of course."

You hum, taking the bag and pulling out the tissue paper. You gasp, pulling out a small red stuffed bear.

"It's so cute!" you squeal. "It looks like a gummy bear!" You hug the bear to your chest, swinging it back and forth. You smile up at him. "Thank you, Guy."

"You're welcome." He leans forward then stops, clearing his throat. "May I—"

You pull him down by his shirt, lips crashing into his. He inhales sharply, surprised, but smiles into the kiss. You stay there for a moment before pulling away, still smiling.

"You're a tease," he says, laughing when you gently slap his chest.

"Don't act like you aren't thrilled to kiss me."

"I am. I really, really am." You sway to and fro for a moment before leaning into his chest, snuggling into him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight, kissing the crown of your head.

"Get a room," your coworker somewhat shouts, making you laugh. You try to pull away, but he's still holding you close.

"I don't want to let you go," he admits, pressing his forehead to yours.

"You have to." You boop your nose against his. "I gotta work."

"You could quit. I can take care of you financially."

"Nope!" You free yourself from his grasp by ducking down and stepping back. "I refuse to be financially dependent on you. Gotta keep some kind of independence."

He sighs but nods, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out this weekend? We could go see a movie and get dinner after?"

"Hmm, I was thinking of doing something else this weekend." He looks a tad bit disappointed.

"Like what?"

"Well..." you trail off, glancing around the room, "what if you come over and I cook you dinner?" His eyes widen, lips curling, positively lighting up.

"Really? You want me to come over?"

"Yes!" You curl into yourself, giving him doe eyes. "If you want to, of course."

"Yes," he says quickly, unashamedly. "Yes, I would love to. Should I bring anything?"

"Just yourself. I'll get all the ingredients and whatnot and we can watch a movie on the couch or something."

"That sounds amazing." He sounds like he's in awe.

"Do you like curry? I have this really good chickpea curry recipe."

"I would love anything you make."

"But do you like curry?" He scoffs.

"Yes, I do. I'm sure it will be delicious."

"I think you'll like it." You put the bear down on the table, opening your arms up for him. He joins you for a hug, squeezing you tight. You're squished against his chest, reveling in his warmth before he pulls back to look at you.

"Can I have another kiss before I go?" he asks. You giggle.

"Sure." You get up on your tiptoes to kiss him, giving him a few pecks on the lips before finishing with one long kiss. He lets you go when you're done, a big smile on his face.

"I'll miss you," he says first.

"I'll miss you too." You grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. "I'll text you later, okay?"

"Okay," he says, squeezing your hand back. He releases you, lingering for a moment before he turns and walks out of the cafe.

"You two are so cute I could barf." You snicker.

"Oh, shut up, Liz."

You agree on Guy arriving around five thirty. You let him know that dinner will be ready when he arrives.

You start cooking around four thirty, just to be safe. You add some cut onions and spices to a pan, cooking them until they're soft. Then you add crushed tomatoes and two cans of chickpeas, along with a can of coconut milk. You let it all simmer while you cook some rice. The rice is completely cooked by the time Guy knocks on your door.

You skip to the door, opening it up and smiling at him.

"Hi!" you chirp.

"Hey." He lifts up his hand, showing a full paper bag. "I know you told me not to bring anything, but I got some cake for us to share."

"What kind is it?"

"I didn't know what kind you'd like so I got a sampler." You giggle, moving aside.

"Come in, goofball."

He enters your apartment, looking around curiously. You shut the door behind him, grabbing his free hand and guiding him in.

"So this is my humble abode," you say, gesturing to your apartment. "It's not much but at least I'm comfortable."

"I love it," he says, taking it all in before looking at you. "It's so you." You giggle, tugging his hoodie.

"C'mon. Dinner is ready."

He puts the bag down on your kitchen counter, standing to the side as you get out some bowls. You scoop up some rice, topping it off with some curry before grabbing a spoon from your drawer and handing it to him.

"Start with this. You can always have seconds."

"Thank you."

He waits for you to get your own bowl before following you to your tiny table and chairs tucked at the edge of your living room. You sit across from each other.

"Oh! Do you want anything to drink? I've got water and some diet soda."

"I'll take some water with ice, if you don't mind."

"Sure," you smile, getting up. "I'll get it for you."

You hurry to the kitchen and grab two glasses. You fill them with ice, then water, and return to Guy, who has not started eating yet.

"You waiting for me?" you ask playfully.

"Of course," he said seriously. You bite your lip as you sit with him again, placing the waters down.

"You're sweet," you say, grabbing your spoon. "You can eat now."

He takes his spoon, bringing his bowl to his mouth and scooping up a big bite. He chews, sighing and slumping in his seat.

"Oh my god," he mumbles, chewing faster. "That's so fucking good."

"Isn't it?" you reply as you take a bite, moaning happily. "I love this recipe."

"It's amazing," he says, taking another large bite. "I could eat a whole bucket of this."

"Well, there's plenty left for you."

You chew in silence for a bit, watching him shovel curry and rice into his mouth. He finishes his bowl when you've barely made it halfway through yours. He swallows his last bite, pointing his thumb at the kitchen.

"I can get seconds?" he asks. You nod and he nods in return, getting up with his bowl and heading to the kitchen. You hear him get more food before he returns to you, his bowl practically overflowing.

"Got enough?" you ask jokingly, and he nods.

"Yes." He mixes the curry and rice together before taking a bite. "I'm actually bulking right now."

"Ah, so you're building muscle."

"Mm-hm." He takes two more bites. "I'm basically eating whatever I want before I cut."

"What kind of food do you eat when you cut?"

"A lot of lean meat and eggs. And cauliflower rice."

"That sounds horrible." He shrugs.

"I'm used to it by now. I've been doing this for years."

"Do you like it?" He pauses, chewing slow, zoning out.

"Not always, but by now it's a habit and I don't mind it." You hum, finishing your food.

"Well, if you ever decide to quit, I'll still be with you." He scoffs.

"You sure?"

"Yes! Of course I'm sure. Your body doesn't define who you are as a person. So far, you seem like a really sweet guy and I like you as a person, not just your body."

He stops, looking up at you. You lick some sauce from your lip, shimmying in your seat.

"That's very kind of you, Y/N. I want you to know that I greatly appreciate that." You give him a smile.

"I just don't want you to think I like you just for your body." He grunts, taking his last bite.

"Would you still like me if I had the body of a worm?" You laugh, tossing your head back.

"Oh my god! You're ridiculous, haha, but yes, I would. I'd like you if you were a little baby worm and I let you live in the dirt outside my apartment."

"Aw, what? You wouldn't bring dirt inside for me to live in?"

"Hell no. You can keep your dirt outside and I'll bring you in when it rains."

The both of you are laughing now, chuckling and giggling. You calm down, gazing at each other.

"I really like you, Y/N."

"I like you too, Guy."

He sets his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand as he looks at you.

"You're really special."

"Aww, you're special too!"

"I mean it, Y/N." You look at him, seeing how serious he is right now.

"I-I know."

He reaches a hand out, beckoning you to hold his. You oblige, holding his hand, letting him bring it to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles.

"Can I tell you something?" he asks.

"Of course," you reply. He swallows, licking over his lips as he stares at you.

"I love you, Y/N."

Your eyes widen, head tucking downward as you stare up at him.

"You're serious?" you ask.

"Of course I'm serious. When am I ever not serious?"

Your hand fidgets in his and he glances at the action, looking back at you.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say it back yet," he reassures, letting your hand go. "I don't want you to say it unless you mean it, but I want you to know that I mean it."

"Well, I... I appreciate you telling me, and for being honest."

"Of course."

Silence overcomes you, and you finish eating in the quiet of your apartment.

"I'm sorry for making things awkward," he says as you get up and collect your bowls.

"Don't say sorry," you reply, making your way to the kitchen. "I just... I don't know if I'm ready to say that to you yet and I feel bad about it."

"You shouldn't." He stands up from his seat, looking over the counter at you as you turn on the sink faucet. "I just wanted to tell you how I feel right now, in this moment."

"And I appreciate that." You let the water heat up and fill the sink, adding some dish soap. "I still feel bad though."

"Please don't." He circles around the counter and meets you at the sink. "It's my feelings, not yours. Like I said, I don't want you to say it back unless you mean it. You just—I mean—"

"Guy." He stops, looking at you. You give him a sincere smile. "I understand. I get what you're trying to say. I promise I won't say it until I mean it, okay?"

"Okay..." You give him a look.

"You want a kiss?" He nods and you giggle, getting on your tiptoes and pursing your lips. He leans down to give you a peck on the lips, lingering to give you a few more before he pulls away. "Better?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

"You're welcome." You nod towards the living room. "Go find us a movie to watch."

"I'm surprised," you say as you sit down next to him on the couch. "I didn't think you'd pick a romantic comedy."

"'You've Got Mail' is a good movie," he defends, and you giggle.

"I know; I've seen it."

"Oh..." He twists his mouth. "Do you want to watch something else then?"

"No, I like this movie. It'll be fun to watch it with you," you say, giving him a smile. He smiles back at you.

"Okay."

The movie starts and you tuck your legs under you, shimmying closer to Guy. You both watch the movie quietly at first, staring intently at the screen across your living room. You watch the beginning scene, how Kathleen opens her email and corresponds with the mysterious "NY152". It's when the dual scene with Kathleen and Joe starts that you lean closer to Guy.

"What do you like about this movie?" you half-whisper to him.

"I like Kathleen, how bubbly and kind she is." He glances at you. "You remind me of her in a way."

"Oh yeah? Is that why you started bringing me gifts? You were trying to impress me because I reminded you of Kathleen?"

"No, not that. I just think you two are both really good at customer service. I started courting you because of who you are as a person."

"But you only knew me as a barista in the beginning, not who I was deep down."

"That's why I was trying to win your favor. I wanted to go out with you so I could learn more about you." You hum, wiggling closer still.

"And do you like what you learned?"

"I love it, actually." He brushes his knuckles against the side of your leg. "You're genuinely so cool."

"I'm 'cool'? What else am I? 'Radical'? 'Awesome'? 'Tubular'?" He pushes against your knee and you laugh.

"You tease me too much."

"Aw, don't act like you don't like it." He sighs, placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb along your leggings.

"I do. I really do like you, Y/N."

"Hmm, well, according to you just a little while ago, you love me."

"I do," he says seriously, looking at you full on now. You're face to face, eyes searching before he leans closer, waiting for you to close the distance between the two of you. You oblige, leaning in and pressing your lips against his. He sighs once your lips touch his, tilting his head to the side, his hand squeezing your thigh gently, reassuringly. You place your hand on top of his, but he suddenly pulls back.

"Your hand is so cold!" he says, eyes wide as he looks down at your hand on his.

"They're not that cold."

"Yes, they are." He grabs your hand and reaches for the other one, taking it when you give it to him. He puts pressure on your hands, trying to transfer his heat to you.

"Wait, let me." You take your hands away, stuffing them between your pressed thighs.

"What...?"

"It's warm in between my legs!" you say cheerfully, kicking your feet. He scoffs, running his hand over his face.

"You're teasing me again."

"What?" You tilt your head. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb." He looks at you seriously. "'It's warm between your thighs'? What do you think that makes me think of?"

You purse your lips in thought, wondering before realization hits you. You pull out your hand and slap his arm.

"Naughty! Why're you thinking about that?!"

"You're the one who said it!"

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"Well, it sounded like it!" You blow a raspberry, plopping against the back of the couch.

"You just have a dirty mind."

"It's hard to have a clean mind around you."

"Dirty!" you giggle, shoving him. He shoves you back playfully and you repeat the action, the two of you falling into a game of pushing each other. He pushes you once more and you dramatically fall back, feigning shock and giving a quiet scream as you slowly fall onto the couch.

"Blegh! I've been slain." That makes him laugh, and he reaches a hand out for you to grab. You pause but then take it, letting him pull you back up into a sitting position.

"You're really fun to hang out with, Y/N." You give a cheeky grin and pretend to flip your hair with your hand.

"I know!" He chuckles, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against your cheek, leaving kisses there and making you giggle. You pull away just to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face closer to yours.

You forget about the movie and start making out with Guy. You alternate between holding his face in your hands and wrapping your arms around his neck, always keeping him close so you could kiss him. He kisses back happily, hands resting on either side of your hips, fingers clawing into the couch. You slowly lean back as you kiss him, lowering yourself to the couch, and he follows you willingly. Soon enough, he's towering over you at this point, caging you in with his arms as he continues to mold his lips against yours. You feel yourself getting excited, so you spread your legs, one of them swinging and latching onto Guy's hips, trying to pull him in to you. He grunts and unexpectedly pulls away.

"What's wrong?" you ask. His eyes dart over your face, his breathing suddenly quick and heavy.

"I... I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Wha—"

He bolts up quickly, getting up off the couch and preparing to rush away, but he stops.

"Where's your bathroom?"

You stare at him before pointing to the hallway.

"On the left."

He nods, walking fast to the bathroom and closing the door. You sigh, sitting up on the couch. Did you do something wrong? Did he not like kissing you that much? Maybe he got uncomfortable and needed to take a break? You didn't know, but your anxiety was bubbling under the surface, ready to burst at any moment.

He takes his time in the bathroom. You're at the point in the movie where Kathleen loses her bookstore when the bathroom door opens and Guy sheepishly walks out. You pause the movie.

"I'm sorry," he says as you look at him. "I wasn't feeling well."

"It's okay," you say, but you knew it wasn't. He stands there awkwardly before pointing to the kitchen.

"Would you like to try a piece of cake?"

You think for a moment, then nod. You get up and follow him to the kitchen where he takes the cake out of its container. He presents four different types of cake for you to choose. You pick the flavor you want before getting some plates and forks. He helps you place the cake on your plate before getting his own piece, following you back to the couch. You plop down together and start the movie again.

"You missed a lot," you remark, taking a bite of cake.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you say.

"It's not," he replies, cutting into his cake with his fork. "I shouldn't have rushed off like that. I just..." He trails off, looking defeated.

"You just what?" you ask. He doesn't answer, not looking at you. You turn to face him, placing your hand on his arm. "Guy, if you had like a G.I. problem or something, you can tell me. There's no need to be embarrassed."

"I didn't—" He sighs, running a hand over his face. "It wasn't a stomach issue."

"Then what was it?" He sighs again, scratching at his scalp, not able to look at you. He mumbles something, but you can't hear it. "What?" you ask, leaning closer. He takes a big breath, looking up at the ceiling before down at his half-eaten cake.

"I got hard," he whispers harshly. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, and realization hits you.

"Oooooh."

"Yeah."

You stare ahead of you, watching the credits roll on the movie. You scoff, then start giggling, then laughing. He looks at you, offended.

"It's not funny."

"It's a little funny," you say between snickering.

"It's not!"

You put your cake down beside you, putting your hand on Guy's shoulder.

"You're telling me that you're so attracted to me that you got hard just from a little makeout session?" He gives a single nod, and you laugh again, covering your mouth.

"Quit laughing at me," he says, but a smile is starting to creep up on his face. You keep giggling, posing.

"Oh, look at me. My girlfriend is so hot that I got hard just from kissing her."

"Shut up!" he laughs, covering his eyes with his hand.

The two of you sit there and laugh a bit before going back to eating your cake, quietly snickering every now and then as you think about the situation you're in.

You finish your cake, setting the empty plates down beside yourselves. You place your hand on his leg, and he looks up at you, unsure.

"Guy, it's okay. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm actually quite flattered."

"You are?"

"Yes. I think it's very flattering that someone I like also likes me, especially in that way." His eyes dart to the ground and then back to you.

"You don't think it's weird?" he asks. You shake your head.

"No, I don't." You give him a look. "You wanna know a secret?" He hesitates but nods. You lean in closer to him. "I was getting into it too, if you know what I mean."

"Oh..." He furrows his brow before his eyes go wide. "Oh."

"Yeah." You pat his shoulder. "So it's not just you feeling these things."

"I..." He licks over his lips. "I really want that one day, if you're willing."

"I will be one day." You twist your lips. "But not today because you kind of ruined the mood by running to the bathroom once things started getting heated."

He laughs, nodding.

"I understand. To be honest, I don't know if I'd be able to control myself if we did anything like that now."

You raise your eyebrows.

"You trynna tell me something?" Realization hits his face and he shakes his head.

"No, no, nothing crazy. I just mean that I wouldn't last very long if we did stuff like that now."

"Awww, that's so cute!"

"Oh, shush!"

You laugh again with him before sighing. He glances at his watch.

"I really want to stay, but I should probably get home."

"That's okay," you say, standing up and stretching. "I'll walk you out."

He gets up with you and you walk to the door. You open it for him and he stops, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Guy."

He leaves and you close the door behind him.

[peacheeeliz]

010. there's this thing called puberty (wc: 549)

“You're telling me we're only a third of the way through the game?” Sunghoon sighs, staring blankly at his screen as your characters progress into the second act of the game. His head reels in the way you softly laugh, “Why does it feel like we've done so much and so little at the same time?”

Your eyes wander down to the clock on your screen, widening when you see how late – early, really – it has gotten. “Oh, fuck, Hoon, it's way too late. We should probably pause here for the night,” you tell him, watching the cutscene come to an end. “Baldur's Gate just does that to you, man. It sucks you in.”

“That's dangerous,” he says, chuckling. He exits out of the game quickly, moving back to the Discord tab to see you smiling brightly back at him. “I can see why you, Liz, and Jungwon like it so much.”

“The only reason I have so many hours on this game is because of those two,” you laugh. “Those two will go on forever, all like ‘just one more quest.’ Next thing you know, the sun's coming up.”

“You gotta admit, though, we've had those kinds of nights with Minecraft,” he comments, shaking his head. “Remember when we stayed up for hours on end playing on the Ender SMP with Jake? God, I was so tired, but I just couldn't stop.”

“Oh my God, that night was so much fun,” you continue, reminiscing all the late nights spent on the game with your various friends. “That was your guy's first season on the server, wasn't it? You guys were sooooo shy back then, it's crazy to think how far you've come.”

“Well, we were playing with the literal creator of the server, so to say we were nervous was an understatement,” he jokes, eyes avoiding his screen in embarrassment. “You have to remember we were huge fans of you before we started streaming.”

“Oh, is that so?” You question, raising your eyebrows as a smirk plays at your lips. You hold back a laugh when the man covers his face with his hands, “Come on, it's not to be embarrassed about, Hoonie. I think it's cute.”

He hesitates, face never leaving his hands. “Please forget I said anything,” he says quietly. “Jake was more of a fan than me anyway.”

“Ahuh, sure,” you tease, giggling lightly as he peaks from between his fingertips. Seeing your sweet smile, he feels his stomach flip, his face flushes behind his hands. He just freezes, unknowingly to him. You stretch your arms up, yawning. “Well, I'm probably gonna hit the sack. You should, too. I'd hate to be the reason you're so sleepy later.”

You can't help but laugh again when all you get in response is a quiet nod. “Aww, you're already so tired,” you start. “So cute. But you've got to head to bed too, Hoon. Good night, baby.”

He squeaks out a soft “good night” before rushing to end the call. He takes a deep breath, eyes trained on his Discord chat with you as his heart begins to hammer against his chest. All the cute emojis, the sweet messages, and the occasional good morning or good nights. A sigh slips past his lips, “What the fuck.”

synopsis ⤏ popular youtubers team up on all new minecraft smp, quick to name themselves the "newly weds" after sunghoon gifts y/n a poppy. but will these romantic endeavors between the two just be "for the lore," or will feelings blossom?

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Ride them when they hit

Written for the Get Lucky bonus card of the @steddiebingo

Prompt: Cock Block

Rated: E

Tags: omegaverse; A!Steve; O!Eddie; Established relationship; Mates; Steddie dads; Sexually explicit content; Breeding kink; mpreg (mentioned)

Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be

Eddie stirs awake as Steve climbs back into bed, instinctively scooting closer to seek his warmth. The alarm clock on the bedside table tells him that it's just after two in the morning. 

“Lizzie again?” he mutters, burrowing his nose in the crook of Steve’s neck to inhale his pine-and-moss scent. Steve grunts in reply, pulling the blanket over both of them. 

“I don't get how you can just sleep through her crying. Aren't you supposed to have some sort of omegan instinct that wakes you at the first sign of distress?” 

Eddie jawns heartily. 

“Yeah, except she's not in distress, big boy. She just doesn't have any concept of day and night yet. She can't tell if it's sleep time or playtime.” 

Steve huffs, a warm tickle of air against Eddie’s scalp where his nose has burrowed into his hair. 

“I wonder where she gets that from. Last time I checked, it was close to midnight and you were still in the kitchen with that stupid guitar.”

Eddie squawks in mock-indignation. 

“Well, excuse me for feeling inspired.” He knows that Steve isn't really mad. After all, he was the one who suggested he get back into music, the one who pushed him into taking gigs when Eddie was still hesitant. “I haven't had a creative high like this since before Liz was born, and you gotta ride them when they hit.” 

Steve grumbles something into his hair - something that sounds suspiciously like rather have you ride something else. Eddie snorts and kisses his neck, rolling on top of him. 

“Aw. Is someone jealous?” 

“Someone's goddamn tired,” Steve mumbles into the ensuing kiss - a slow, lazy dance of lips and tongues. His hands travel up to cup Eddie’s ass under the covers. “My mate is riding creative highs all night long, and that little bundle of joy of ours can't stay asleep for more than two hours on end.” 

Eddie laughs against his mouth, soft and fond.

“Tired after one kid already?” he hums, rolling his hips and grinning when he feels Steve’s cock stir through both of their pajama pants. “I thought you wanted at least six?” 

Steve swears under his breath. The sharp, earthy spike in his scent is all the warning Eddie gets before the room flips and he finds himself pinned into the mattress, Steve's tongue licking past his lips, Steve’s hand fumbling for the waistband of his boxers. 

“When's your next heat?” he rumbles, nose searching the scent gland at the crook of Eddie’s neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the mating bite. The feeling is enough to make Eddie keen, high and needy. “You're due for one soon, right?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes, lifting his hips so that Steve can pull the pants over his hips, moaning when his fingers dip into the slick, warm heat between his thighs. He's been getting better and better at telling when his heats are gonna hit, now that the pregnancy hormones are wearing off and he's no longer trying to repress them. “Any day, really.” 

Steve growls against his pulse, cock pressing hard and insistent into the soft flesh of his thighs, scent growing darker, wilder, deeper. His ruts have started coming closer and closer to Eddie’s heats, and it's only a matter of time now until they'll sync. 

“Good,” he rumbles, slipping his fingers deeper and curling them just so, smiling against the mating bite when Eddie gasps. “Gonna fuck you all the way through it. Gonna put my knot in you and keep you there for days. Gonna breed you until you're round and plump with my pups. Gonna-” 

Eddie never finds out what else exactly he's gonna do, because a high-pitched wail picks up from next door, and Steve’s forehead thunks into the pillow next to his head. Eddie suppresses a pitiful little whine as he rolls off him and pulls out his fingers. 

“Looks like your daughter has other plans.” 

Steve huffs. 

“Sure, when it's ass o'clock in the morning, she's my daughter,” he grumbles, but he still flaps the blanket aside and swings his legs over the edge of the mattress. Eddie wraps a hand around his wrist to stop him.

“I can go, if you wanna. You shouldn’t always have to-”

“Nah, I got it.” Steve gently pushes him back into the pillows. “You stay here.” 

He nips at Eddie’s neck as he says it, and Eddie’s content hum turns into a surprised gasp. 

“You're not planning on trying for round two, are you? Not that I wouldn't be very much on board with that, but Lizzie seems to be set on remaining an only child lately, so I don't think our chances are too high.”

“Don’t you worry about that. Robin has been pestering me about wanting to spend more time with her godchild for weeks, so first thing tomorrow, I’m gonna call her and ask her to take her off our hands for a few days,” Steve says. Then, already with one hand on the doorknob, he turns. In the darkness of the bedroom, his eyes glimmer - wild and golden and hungry. “Sleep now while you have the chance. You’ll need the energy once that heat hits, because I meant every word I just said.” 

Eddie lies and stares at the dark ceiling for a long time, listening to his mate coo and laugh at their infant daughter next door and trying to ignore the crippling horniness growing in his belly. 

More Steddie Bingo

[mydearesthrry]

sweet nothing - h.s.

a/n: TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED OFF OF THE PICTURE BELOW BUT I GOT DISTRACTED. pls listen to sweet nothing by taylor swift for the full experience!!!

🎀 warnings/cw: none, most tooth rotting fluff ever.

🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: 1.6k

summary: taking care of a very sleepy harry in an ice bath, and in the car.

“H, the bath is ready, bub.” Harry heard his girlfriend call quietly to him. He was slumped on the couch, this show particularly draining. He was quieter than usual, and instead of being glued to Y/N’s side like he usually was, he let one kiss to her full lips suffice before he decided to rest. 

“Mm, thank you, lovie. I’ll… I’ll be there in a second, jus’ don’t have the energy to go there right now.” His limbs were sore, almost every part of his body completely lost of energy, and he found it hard to even entertain the thought of getting up. 

“Okay… y’know what, just let me help you, H. The faster we get you into this bath, the faster we can go back to the hotel so you can sleep.” He knew she was right, and because he knew she was right, he allowed her to help (though not really at all since he already had felt bad that she ran the ice bath for him) him get to the bathroom. They walked slowly to the connected bathroom, Harry walking zombie-like in her arms. 

“Ready, sweet boy?” She tried to be as quiet as possible, the fact that Harry probably had a headache in the front of her mind. He nodded softly, stripping down to his boxers before letting her help him balance as he stepped into the bath. 

A wince immediately left him, Y/N whispering out ‘I’m sorry’s, knowing how shocking the bath was at first. She lowered herself with him, and sat on the floor next to the bucket when he sat down, submersing himself fully. 

“Okay bubs, y’know we’ve gotta do this so you don’t fall asleep on me. You ready?” Y/N says, pulling out her phone to pull up the trivia questions she’d pre written for the late night ice bath trivia that had become a tradition for them. Harry hums, and she flips to her notes to start. 

“Pick the category, my love. We’ve got pop culture, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe.” She asked, looking up at him, heart breaking a little at the exhausted expression that was obvious on his face. 

“Marvel.” He mumbles, sinking himself lower until his neck up was the only part of his body above water. 

“Okay… Timer officially starts now. Who played the character Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver?” Her tone was soft, almost at a whisper. 

“Umm… Aaron Taylor Johnson?” Harry questioned, racking his brain to try his hardest to stay awake. His body had now gotten used to the stark cold that he’d slowly started to get used to over the times he’s done this on tour. 

“Good job, baby. What was the name of Peter Parker’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming? This one should be easy, it’s one of my favorite movies.” She giggled, a serene sense of peace overcoming her at the domesticity of it all. 

“It is easy, she’s called Liz, right? Liz Allan, or something.” His eyes were now closed, feeling the tension in his body slowly disintegrate from the cold of the water. 

“Perfect! Though the both of us know that Peter and MJ were the better couple, they were entirely more in love and cuter.” She smiled. 

“Oh, really? Like us then, hm?” Harry hummed. 

“Yes, H, exactly like us.” A few more questions had passed, and Lloyd had now come to join them in the bathroom, his camera hung around his neck. They’d anticipated him coming anyway, knowing that he would come to snap some behind the scenes pictures. Before they’d even left to go to his dressing room, they’d told Lloyd when to come in so that he could come talk to them. 

“Hey guys, sorry for intruding, but I need one of you to pick a few pictures for tonight so I can get them edited by tomorrow.” Lloyd tried to keep his voice quiet too, knowing the kind of atmosphere he was entering before he even came to meet the two in the bathroom. 

“Oh yeah, of course, did you want some pictures too?” Harry smiled, a tired but polite look on his face. Harry had built a great relationship with Lloyd over the months that they’ve been on tour, and they’d gotten more comfortable with each other than they’d anticipated. 

“Only if you’re comfortable, H.” Lloyd smiled. Y/N and Lloyd talked for a second, scrolling through pictures and picking out a few for him to edit. The time they took allowed Harry to rest in the cold for a little, before pushing himself up and folding over, dipping his head into the ice cold water. He could faintly hear Lloyd’s footsteps move to the front of the tub, along with the flicking of the camera shutter going off as he lifted his head out of the tub, ringing out his hair from the nape of his neck to the front of his scalp. 

A couple more flutters from the camera shutters were heard when Harry was rubbing his eyes with the pruny tips of his fingers, and he failed to see the smile on Lloyd’s face. 

Lloyd pulled the camera from his eyes, looking at the digital screen that held a preview of the picture. In the corner, slightly blurred because of the harsh focus that was set on Harry in the center, say Y/N with a soft smile playing on her lips, a moony gaze in her eyes. He made a mental note to send it to them later, and to also crop her out in the final edit in an attempt to salvage their private relationship. 

“Perfect. I’ll let you two rest now, think I’m gonna head to the hotel now myself. Sleep well, you guys, I’ll send you the pictures in the morning.” Lloyd smiles at them, sharing goodnights before closing the door behind him as he walked out. 

Harry’s now damp hair was combed back by his fingers and rested on the top of his head, save for the rogue curl that shriveled in a tiny curl on his forehead. Y/N rested her arms on the side of the tub, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Harry’s relaxed expression. Her timer, however, had different plans for the relaxed couple, and went off with shrill screams, notifying them that it was now time for Harry to leave the bath. 

“Alright sweet boy, time to go.” She tapped on her screen to stop the ringing, standing up to grab his black and white striped towel. She met him in the middle, her boyfriend already standing on the towel that laid outside of the tub, water droplets falling from his body in a soft cascade, small shivers shaking his shoulders slightly. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes to meet the level of his face, pecking soft kisses onto his cold lips. They stayed in that position for a bit, waiting for Harry’s skin to absorb the rest of the small water droplets. 

She led him with a soft tug to the main space in the dressing room, taking the outfit she’d gotten ready for him while he was on stage from the makeup chair and placed it onto the couch. Leaning down a bit, she took the towel to let him remove his now soaked briefs, before passing him a pair of boxers, tossing his towel onto the back of the couch. She passed him his clothes as he dressed himself slowly, humming at the words of love and admiration he sleepily spewed out. Once he got his last article of clothing on, she took his hoodie strings into her hands and tugged it down softly, making him lean down a bit to meet her lips. 

Their lips connected in a soft caress, his bottom lip wedges in between her two lips, a sweet hum emitting from his throat from the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick, one that was his favorite. Something that could only be described as love seemed to fill the room whenever they had these kinds of moments. Moments that was completely and purely their own. 

They broke away from the kiss, and when Harry went to say something, a yawn cut him off, mouth opening wide making him resemble something of a lion, making a giggle fall from her slightly swollen lips. “Let’s get you into a bed, sleepy boy.” 

“M’kay.” Harry didn’t put up a fight, wanting to get into bed with her to snuggle more than anything. 

They walked through the halls of the venue, pushing through the back door where their driver was already waiting for them, engine started and purring softly. Y/N opens the back car door, stepping in and moving to the side since she knew Harry would follow her. The driver muttered that it would take them about 5 to 10 minutes to get to the hotel before taking off without another word. 

Y/N snapped her seatbelt on, a confused twinge on her face when she didn’t see Harry do the same. Instead, he scooted over to the middle seat, laying into her sleepily. “H, you gotta put on your seatbelt.” 

“Noooo, s’not even that far, and I jus’ wan’ y’to hold me right now.” He mumbled, slightly muffled from the way he burrowed his face into her neck. She sighed in slight exasperation, saying nothing and just letting him completely collapse and rest into her. He was almost laying completely in her lap, her hand in his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked out the window and into the city. 

She let out a tiny giggle when she felt the slight tickle of stubble on her neck, followed by sweet kisses on the expanse of it. “I love you, love y’so much, it hurts.” 

“I love you, H.” She intertwined their fingers together, bringing up his hand to her mouth and pressing featherlight kisses onto his knuckles. 

“I love you,” Harry whined, making the smallest of smiles cover her face since knew how clingy and lovey Harry got when he was tired. She tried to relish in these moments as much as possible. 

“I love you, sweet boy, the Peter Parker to my Michelle Jones.” A sweet giggle sounded from Harry as he remembered the conversation from earlier. 

“Entirely in love and cute. I agree.” 

[anandrettisimp]

Okay, so I need to do a bit of a ramble about one of the biggest couple goals in recent motorsport.

I am, of course talking about Will and Liz Power

Now you’ve gotta understand that they basically started at Team Australia/Walker Racing within a couple of months of each other with Will doing the last two races of the ‘05 Champ Car season and Liz joining as part of the PR team in February ‘06. They had met and interacted but it wasn’t an easy start for Liz.

You see, between Long Beach and Houston, which was to be the first race she would attend in person, her Dad, Bo, had a stroke and required quadruple bypass surgery. It was only at the last minute that she felt she could do the race only just making it in time for the team bus leaving for the airport.

Will sat beside her, making sure she was okay (apparently all he really wanted to do was hug her).

Eventually Liz was asked by team boss Derrick to befriend Will for two reasons:

He basically knew nobody

Australian media wasn’t happy that Australian driver at Australian back team wasn’t dominating series he had only just started in.

Part of the way Derrick sold this to her was by describing Will as a lost puppy but, at the same time, she wasn’t to date Will or she’d be at risk of losing her job.

Well within a couple of months they were dating because what do you expect when you take two people in emotional vulnerable situations and tell one of them to get close to the other.

It should be noted that around the same time Will had already asked mutual friends if Liz was seeing anyone.

Simon Pagenaud knew from the start and was even Will’s wingman from time to time and helped them hide the relationship while Liz’s family became part of Will’s rock in America. Liz’s mum Kathy is Will’s PA lady and basically the only person he trusts to buy and choose his outfits (cause left to his own devices you will know he is colourblind).

Of course it got found out but between how well Will was doing by the end of the season and how professional Liz had been in her role all was good.

Over time their careers would split, Will moving to KV Racing then Penske (with Liz being heavily involved in helping him prep for the interview) while Liz had stayed with Walker Racing until the end the going on to Dreyer & Reinbold Racing before calling time as she found it was too much to do PR at one team while your husband races at another.

And, honestly, if I was a racing driver’s partner I’d probably be in a similar state to Liz, murdering all the bottles.

Their son Beau, named in honour of Liz’s dad who had sadly passed away in 2007, was born in 2016 but after the birth there were complications which resulted in Liz having to go back into hospital in Christmas Eve, luckily she was able to recover.

Towards the end of 2022, as Will won the championship for a second time, Liz again was starting to get ill. Come January 2023 she had a fever of 106 and Will had to call an ambulance.

It turned out that she had a staph infection that had settled in her spinal column and the only way to save her was to do an operation.

She almost didn’t make it.

Will pulled out of the Daytona 24 but he almost retired full stop.

He had to be there for his family.

She got better though she was back in the hospital just before St Pete.

I think you had to be an idiot to not see that Will was off balance last year. This was a man who was doing everything he could to take care of his wife and then going to races by himself.

The support system that he has depended on since his first full season racing in America was gone.

For the first time since 2007 he failed to win a race.

It wasn’t until the final races last year, with Liz finally back that he relaxed. He even said he was just happy the season was done.

This year everything is back to normal or as normal as it could be after going through something like that.

But, most importantly, Liz is back.

There’s already been a couple of weekends, be it after practice, qualifying or the race where you can see Will come out of the car hot and all it takes is Liz being there a couple of words and he calms, ready to speak to the team and media.

We already know if Liz hadn’t gotten better when she had then we don’t have Will leading the championship right now because he would have chosen her and Beau over another season.

Heck, if he wins the championship this year I wouldn’t be shocked if he decides to end his career on that high so he can spend more time with the one who stood by him through it all.

[captain-n-crunchies]

He cute...a little weird but cute!

Crona the mf Grogan x Chubby!Black Reader

A.N: (Ok sooo ive never seen a fic with him and a black girl which is crazy because i feel like he like DOWN BAD for black and what black? we therefore we must write 🤭)

" He cries like alot'

" yeah, it's kinda sad because of Medusa if you think about it

" yeah, but still, he too creepy and he cries? that's like a serial killer code gone wrong"

Two people I call friends talks about the new boy at school, his names Crona I think? I dunno but, he was one of Medusas pawns for taking down the DWMA; which to me I knew the bitch was crazy when she came in with a bob and twists in her hair...BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! So, as they talked I just tune them out listening to music and drawing some doodles when out the corner of my eye, I saw him for the first time.

"Wow..is that a girl or boy?" I lean over and asked one of the girls to which they shook they heads no, Crona sits by Maka and a small smile glows his face; he's beautiful like REALLY pretty, I just stared at him a bit and when my friend tapped me to ask about something i saw he looked at me too..HE WANTS ME BAD LIKE HA!

*Two class periods later, now it lunch because we are big and hungry*

" Thats just nasty..." I say in utter disgust, BlackStar ass is putting cheese, meat, pickles and for some reason mixed milk and Soul dared him to eat it! Niggas are like weridddd, but as I was looking I saw Crona making the same face I was it made me giggle at how he looks utterly disgusted yet curious.

Me and my little group of friends sit down, and we eat some chips and snacks when Maka and Soul's group of friends came over. We look up and smiled since we all are familiar with each other, Liz and Patty sat across from me and Crona and Maka sat beside me on my right since my friend was too my left; Crona just seemed nervous and jittery so I whispered what was wrong? He just shook his head and then some bald black monster thingy came out of his back?

" QUIT BEING A WIMP AND TALK CRONA"

" Ouch! Stoppp I don't know how to talk to girls! Och Ragnarök!"

I watched in a confused manner and turned to Maka who was just getting ready to throw her book, Soul was just staring at BlackStar who was groaning in pain from his earlier concoction with Tsubaki shaking her head in disappointment. I look at Crona who now is sitting covering his head and I don't knew i just felt like comforting him.

" Ok na, that's enough, now go on back to where you came from"

" WHO DO YOU THINK YO-"

" CLAM IT DOWN OFFBRAND VEMON, keep it cute you saw him smiling and giggling all happy now you gotta mess with him? Thats sad"

Me and off brand get to arguing and I'm not gonna lie he ate me up a few times, but I kept up with him! As we argued the group was laughing egging me and black slimeball out; soon he just went back into Crona and Crona thanked me smiling, I told it wasn't big deal.

" I've really stood up to him...he's cool during fights, but I don't like when he yells at me"

" I don't either, you were all shy earlier now you crying! Here let me help" I get out a toilette from my bag and wipe his face off and he stares at him with wide eyes, I didn't know grey pinkish eyes could sparkle but his did; we started talking again except, Crona was more talkative really to me and Maka.

The bell rings and we all go to our classes but, me and Crona walk together to the courtyard.

" T-thank you for being nice tome when he came out, it not a lot of people who would argue with him"

" It's fine Crona plus, it made steal some of his comebacks" I laughed off, Crona had a small smile on his lips when I talked, he's a good listener. We mainly talk about interests and what he wants to do at DWMA, he told me about how Marie was helping him get over his past and Maka helping with making friends and even though he just got here I feel like I've known his story. As we're walking we both look at the creepy sun it almost time for our next class and I take a tiny snack.

" Want one? " Sure" Hès very simple, we eat a bit of the chips and continues our convo when I see my friends skipping; they called us over and Crona saw Marie, we parted ways wuth goodbyes and i walked over to my friends who are smirking.

" What's the smirks abo-"

" You like him!!!"

" Omg reader! You got a crush on the serial killer non killer dude!?"

They giggle and tease me for my little, tiny, molecular crush on Crona; even though they are right it still doesn't me they get to talk about it!

"I wouldn't say crushhh, more of a I think he's cute."

" But he like textbook definition of werido"

" Well, he's gonna be my werido! I'll talk about Pokémon cards and if Goku is better than Naruto any day if it with him!" I say with my head held high.

" BYEEEE NOT HER IN LOVEEEE" they say in unison, and I speed walk away from them with a smile, and the thought of cutesy Crona Gorgon with flowers and the title ' my werido' engraved in my mind.

Yeah, he may have crybaby, whine a lot, and is kinda serial killer but doesn't kill traits but its cute on him! He's weird and I'm gonna be weird with him!

A.N: ( OMG THIS IS SOOO ME CODED AND SOOO CUTE, and i know it isn't describing the body type but I'm chubby so Imma write it like that because we don't have nothingggg with him, but yea! Let me know if you like it!

[nijigasakilove]

The way they tried to blame Alicia for defending herself and Gill from the kidnappers is CRAZY. Liz is legitimately unhinged and honestly I’m feel like she’s more of the villainess than Alicia.

Would explain why Duke has fallen for Alicia too. Liz’ pure and sweet gimmick is so fake and old at this point, like there’s no way you’re actually saying Alicia should’ve just stood there and had faith that someone would save her when she didn’t even know if anyone knew she was kidnapped 😂 I gotta give it to Duke tho, for once the nonce had a W. If he didn’t show up things could’ve got really messy. Respect to him for telling Liz off too that he did that for Alicia, not her.

But then he had to throw all that goodwill away and sleep with Alicia and try to kiss her 🤢 it’s cute how jealous Gill gets of Alicia and Duke as well. Bro is like why are you even here, you’re supposed to be a Liz Stan lmao.

Looking forward to seeing Alicia lock in and hopefully surpass Liz in magic strength.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Just binged the other half and I’m obsessed! Not sure if you’re still working on it but love the idea of Bruce letting her in more, seeing more of Batman. Maybe she goes out for a night with Michelle or something and he patrols close by, and eventually ends up taking her back to the bat cave … idk lol but would love to see her reaction to him in his element.

Thanks for such a great fic!

Thanks buddy :)

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Warnings: Fluff; Reader gets tipsy

It’s just out of the corner of your eye at first. You’re certain you’re imagining it. It’s entirely possible—you’ve had two glasses of prosecco on an empty stomach, and Gotham is a city of shadows. You look over your shoulder, just to reassure yourself. Michelle doesn’t let you slow as you take a peek. She just hooks her arm through yours and steers you down the sidewalk, toward the restaurant that she’s made a reservation at. 

“I used your name, you know,” She teases, bumping her hip against yours. “Got the best damn table in the house.” 

“Mish,” You whine, turning forward again. “We’re going to be mobbed by press, you do know that.” 

“Course I know that. Why do you think I did my hair?” 

“You little shit-stirrer.” 

“As if that’s news to you.” 

-- 

It happens a second time when you leave the restaurant. You tell yourself that it’s a result of all of the flashing cameras—scraps of darkness flare up and are given shape by the bursts of light. 

You need to relax. You’re not being followed. Besides, you haven’t been out with your friends since the kidnapping. You’re just readjusting, jumping at shadows. There’s nothing for you to worry about. You get into the lyft that you called, leaning back in your seat and bringing your phone up. You wince a little at the harsh glare before hurriedly lowering the brightness. Dinner’s portions had been small, the drinks had flowed. You don’t regret it; you’ve been having a good evening. You’re just tipsy enough, and you feel great. 

“Texting loverbooooy?” Michelle croons, leaning across the seat. 

“Pfft, no,” You grumble, reaching out and giving her head a little shove before you pull up Bruce’s contact. 

(9:43 pm) Hiiiii

(9:43 pm) Mish and I are heading to a bar. You should be able to see my location, though, I shared it 

(9:44 pm) Are you out? In? I keep thinking you’re out 

(9:44pm) ANYWAY love you talk to you later 

You stare down at the conversation as if you can conjure his reply. None arrives. You pout a little before you glance out of the window. He probably is out. It is night, after all. He’s usually quite busy just about now. 

“I want a burger,” You grumble, slumping back in your seat. 

“We just ate.” 

“Barely.” 

“We could add a stop.” 

“Nah.” “Might be one on the bar menu…Why didn’t you have Lord Fancy drive us around, anyway?” 

“Because Alfred is not at my beck and call.” 

“He could be.” 

“Don’t you start.” 

Michelle’s been asking lately when you and Bruce are going to get married. Liz has, too—and the tabloids have been riddled with it. You and Bruce have put a pin in that particular conversation, but you haven’t told Michelle or Liz that. It’s not really any of their business. Besides, Michelle’s still a little sore about you moving out officially, though she’s known for some time that it’s an inevitability. She’s just looking for a sore spot to prod on you—and she knows that she’s found one.

“I’ll grab some food later,” You add. 

“Have Lord Fancy get it.” 

“Mish, for crying out loud.” 

-- 

He’s unmistakable this time. You glance up and do a double-take as you see the end of a cape flickering just out of sight. You narrow your eyes at the end of the alley before you turn away, fiddling with your phone. Michelle is still poking through her purse, hunting through for her packet of cigarettes and lighter. 

“Uh…I’ve gotta call my mom,” You fib, taking a couple of steps back toward the alleyway and glancing between her and your glowing screen. “I’m just gonna go over here, where it’s a little more…Quiet.” 

Michelle just grunts in turn, tucking a cigarette between her lips and fiddling with the button. You glance down the alley before you step into it. You peer into the darkness, squinting. You can’t see any further than a few inches in front of your face. 

“Bruce?” You whisper, looking around. “...Bruce?...C’mon, I know I saw yo—Oo!” You shriek before a gloved hand is slapped over your mouth, an arm hooking around your middle and tugging you back against a hard chest. 

“Do you often wander down deserted alleyways?” 

His growl makes you grin, and you wriggle against his grip before you turn to face him. You give his chest a harsh shove, giggling as he grasps your wrists. 

“What are you doing here?” You wriggle as he holds you steadily. 

“I was passing and I thought I’d see if you were alright.” 

“Passing?” You repeat. “I’ve seen you three times.” 

“Lucky the scum of Gotham aren’t as eagle-eyed as you.” 

"Maybe they're just not looking hard enough."

You shake your wrists free just enough to lean up, cupping Bruce’s cheeks and drawing him in for a sweet kiss. It takes him a moment before his hands lower to your hips, drawing you close with a sigh. You tip your head back after a few moments, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. 

“You’re such a big softy,” You tease. 

“I am not.” 

“You are, and a real worry-wart.” 

“How dare you.” 

You grin, leaning in for another warm kiss. You draw away again as you hear Michelle calling your name. 

“I better go,” You sigh. “Are you going to follow me all night?” 

“...Not all night.” 

You snicker, drawing away from him. “I’m going to ask Alfred to order me some food. You want anything?” 

“Don’t worry about that.” 

“I don’t want you hungry when you come in. You’ll pout and steal all my food.” 

“I will not.” 

You huff as Michelle calls your name again—she’s closer this time. 

“I’ll see you at home,” You whisper. “I love you.” 

You catch Bruce’s echo of the sentiment before you’re turning away and hurrying to the edge of the alley again, catching Michelle’s elbow and steering her back toward the bar.

You mostly manage to put Bruce out of your mind for the rest of the evening, until it’s time to go home. You get Michelle into a car and wait for her to go before you send Bruce a single text: 

(3:21 AM) Still around to drive me home, handsome? 

--  

“You’re such a fucking fry bully.” 

“I am not.” 

“What would the good people of Gotham say if they knew that the Batman not only lied, but went out of his way to steal someone’s fries?” 

“You have plenty.” 

“I asked Alfred to get extra.” 

Bruce shoots you a pout from beneath his lashes, and you grin. You reach out, sweeping a damp strand of hair back from his forehead. He’s still almost fully suited, though he’s removed his helmet and gloves. You’d opted to eat in the batcave, not wanting for Bruce to bring all of his things upstairs, only for Alfred to have to bring them back down again. 

“You’re just annoyed because I was right,” You add, shifting carefully against the console. The batcave is cool and quiet, save for the odd fluttering of bats nearby. It used to make you jump, but you hardly notice it these days. 

“Did you have a nice time with Michelle?” He plies.

“Why ask? You saw all of it.” 

“...Not all of it.” 

“Could’ve seen more of it if you’d come with us.” 

“I didn’t want to ruin girl’s night.” 

“You would not have ruined girl’s night.” 

“Well with me there, it would’ve ceased to be a girl’s night.” 

“Can we stop saying girl’s night?” 

“If I can have some more fries, absolutely.” 

“Course you can, baby.” 

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[beatricebat]

Hello, fake ask from me, yes! That is indeed the crack pairing of Floch Forster from Attack on Titan and Toge Inumaki from Jujutsu Kaisen.

What the fuck? you may ask.

Why? you may ask.

These are both reasonable questions I am not here to answer.

It starts like this: Floch’s out with the lads, hogging the arcade machines at the bowling alley. Floch’s especially into that one that tests how hard you can punch, and he’s all hyped on how he keeps beating his own high score. Some green haired chick in glasses says something sarcastic under her breath as she makes her way back from the bar to her alley, so Floch turns around to give her an earful. That’s when he sees him: blond, big haunting Liz Taylor eyes, one arm. Oh Lord, it’s a pocket-sized Erwin. Floch has to have him.

So, our guy makes his way over, and starts flexing and bragging about his feats. Maki looks skeptical, as does huge Yuuj, but Daddy Yuta shoos them away because he believes in love and because Inumaki’s his boy. He knows Inumaki can deal with this ginger if he’s not interested.

So, where’s the connection here? Floch yaps, and Inumaki famously does not. Toge isn’t a silent boy though. He’s a very active listener. Floch is too, actually. It’ll take him about five minutes to parse what ‘tuna’ and ‘bonito flakes’ mean, which is even more impressive considering Floch barely even knew about saltwater fish.

That’s a big deal for Inumaki. He’s getting drowned in attention from this loudmouth, but also this loudmouth Gets It, and he’s touched by that. The loudmouth is pretty cute too. His hair could be better, but Inumaki knows what it’s like to have not quite figured out your personal style yet.

So, they’re talking and talking, which means Floch is talking and talking, and talking and talking, and it’s getting late. Their friends have gotten bored and have left one by one, the bowling alley staff are pointedly putting chairs on tables, and Floch is *still* talking, so Inumaki unzips his hoodie and says: "Kiss me."

That’s how all Inumaki ships go at some point, right? It’s just gotta be done.

Not all Inumaki ships are with someone who has every possible kink about control and power, though.

Toge’s Cursed Speech becomes both the focal point and the eventual downfall of their relationship. Floch is OBSESSED by the idea of his boyfriend as both the gentle, kind soul that Floch can boss around and also someone who can make Floch do anything with literally one word.

Inumaki, however, wants to be seen as more than just his power, but he struggles to get Floch to understand that. They go from being the couple who hooked up by talking all night to the couple who can’t communicate. It’s death by a thousand cuts, where Toge slumps a little more inside every time Floch whines at him to use his Cursed Speech until he gives in.

The final blow isn’t the Cursed Speech though, it’s when someone points out that Inumaki kinda looks like Armin. Floch vociferously argues against this, but he conflates two arguments: 1) that Toge and Armin don’t look alike (they really do), and 2) that them looking alike had anything to do with Floch’s attraction (it really didn’t). Because Floch is clearly lying about the first thing, Toge figures he’s lying about the second thing too, and he’s finally had enough. He walks away. Floch follows, pleading his case, until Inumaki unzips his hoodie and uses the utmost care to NOT use Cursed Speech as he says: "Forget I ever existed."

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I don't think you can say house md was not homophobic even with the so called "rep" it's definitely a product of its time but you don't gotta lie and say it was more progressive than it was, you can just like the show while acknowledging it's problems. Yes, there was a bisexual character, who had countless biphobic jokes made at their expense. There was a whole episode where house and wilson talk about how weird it is for one of the nurses to date a trans woman who they call a tranny. There's a whole episode about them discovering a teen girl is intersex and house misgendering her by calling her a man the whole episode and telling her that her anger is due to the cancer she has when she becomes upset about being told she is "not really a girl" I love the show too, but every person that says the show is homophobic and transphobic is right, it's a product of its time, it still more bigoted than "progressive", and liking it even like that is not a crime or makes you a bad person. Let's not lie about what it is just because we like the show, plenty of queer people do but that doesn't make it less bigoted.

Respectfully: I don't think I'm lying at all when I say it was progressive for its time.

You're right, though, anon! It ABSOLUTELY could be bigoted, too, especially in the early seasons (specifically I'm thinking of the moments you mentioned, the one with the nurse House and Wilson discuss, and the entire episode "Skin Deep", etc.) and I can acknowledge that. I agree, it doesn't make someone a bad person to enjoy something like this show that is indeed a product of its time. But even just beyond the "rep" of having Thirteen as a canon bisexual character, the show did so much that was progressive for its time IRT: lgbt+ presence in media.

Just one example of many I could give is "The Softer Side". The entire episode "Skin Deep" is something I like to skip over, but it's not a "forgive and forget" type of thing. I don't approve of the episode and I want to hold the writers who came up with that entire thing and everyone who let it slide accountable. But three seasons later, we got "The Softer Side", written by Liz Friedman. The Softer Side's patient is a child who was born intersex, but was given gender assignment surgery at birth, and whose parents don't want him to know he's intersex. The episode handles his case with such care that I don't think a show today could really even come close to achieving. The issue was never that this kid was intersex. He's not being treated for a condition that was caused by him being intersex. Him being intersex has nothing to do with the diagnosis he gets at the end of the episode! The only reason him being intersex came up during his case is because his parents didn't want him to know, and thus told the doctors at PPTH to lie to him about testosterone he was being given (it's implied his parents had been giving it to him for at least a year/a short while iirc). And the team at PPTH (specifically Thirteen) thought that he had the right to know, that it would be good for him to know and understand this part of himself! They're supportive! The episode doesn't wave away the fact that he was given gender assignment surgery! It pushes for an acceptance of both masculine and feminine and giving people the freedom to decide for themselves, even when they are children (and not saying a child the patient's age is too young to know what he/she wants, etc.)

The way House MD and Liz Friedman handled this absofuckingloutely blows other shows portrayal of intersex people at the time out of the water. Does it make up for Skin Deep, or the t-slur comment? No. But it set a precedent for how other TV shows should handle such subject matter going forward. This is why I don't think the show as a whole is homophobic, despite having homophobic/transphobic/bigoted moments.

It's also worth noting that Liz Friedman, who wrote The Softer Side, is a lesbian herself, was a writer on Xena: Warrior Princess (an earlier example of queercoding), and was one of two LGBT writers who were in charge of writing all of Thirteen's plotlines.

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My Daughter, My Heart Pt. 3

Summary: Now that she has met Grant, everything seems right. Elizabeth gets to call Javy and she tells him the news. Javy is now free to tell Jake but will he after what he did to Elizabeth?

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, OC!Grant Braxton x OC!Elizabeth Taylor

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

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My Daughter, My Heart

Prolog Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It had been a week since Elizabeth met Grant and they had been on numerous dates and they had really hit it off. She told him all about what happened and he actually listened and didn't get mad when she made it all about her and Jake. She told him all about Javy and he supported her that she had a strong friendship with someone. They had just gotten back from a date and he had dropped her off at her home and walked her to the front porch and kissed her cheek. They said their goodbyes and then she watched him walk to his car and drive off through the window. She turned away and made busy getting ready to relax for the night when she got a FaceTime notification from a restricted number and instantly knew what it was, Jake had called her that way many of times. She answered it expecting Jake but it was Javy instead and she instantly smiles.

"Javy!" She exclaimed

"Well you look happy." He said "I'm glad to see you happy." He added and she couldn't stop smiling. "What's up? How have you been?" He asked and she moved to a more comfortable place.

"I'm good! I actually moved to San Diego and got a teaching job on Miramar Navy base. I also met a really nice guy that bumped into me at the grocery store." She said.

"That's great! Tell me about this guy." He said and she actually blushed and that made him smile.

"He's great! He's a doctor and I just got back from a date with him. He listens to me. His name is Grant Braxton. He's so nice, Javy. He is such a gentleman." Elizabeth gushed on and he Javy listened and smiled.

"How's the pregnancy going?" He asked and she nodded her head.

"It's going really great! I'm 2 months along now." She said "I was thinking..." She begin to add and he interrupted her.

"Uh oh, thats dangerous." He said with a smirk and that made her chuckle.

"Oh hush. Anyways, I think I'm ok with you telling Jake." She said and he was silent about it.

"Are you sure? I mean he did leave you." He said and she nodded again.

"Yes, I know but I don't think it is right to keep a secret like this from the father. I want to give him a chance to be in this child's life even if I moved on." She explained and he nodded understanding where she was coming from.

"I understand but I think I'm going to make him suffer for a little bit but now that I know that I have your permission to tell him makes it easier. I'm still incredibly pissed at him." Javy said and she nodded and then she heard a beeping. "Listen, I gotta go but I promise when I get a chance to call again I will and when we get back I will." He said and she nodded smiling.

"I'll definitely keep you updated especially when you get back. Be safe Javy and tell Jake I said be safe even though he broke my heart, I still care about him." She said and nodded.

"Will do, Liz. Have a nice night and I'll talk to you later." He said

"You got it." She said back and then she ended the call and then got ready for bed.

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When Javy hung up the phone he set it down in its spot and walked back to his best friend. "Who did you get to talk to?" Jake asked and Javy looked over at him.

"I talked to Elizabeth." He said and he saw Jake tense and what looked like sadness wash over his eyes. He knew he fucked up and it hurt him so much.

"How is she doing?" Jake asked

"She's doing good. She's met someone and is really happy about it." Javy said and Jake nodded. Javy thought about telling him about her pregnancy but decided against it.

"There probably isn't any chance that I would be able to win her back is there?" Jake asked and Javy shook his head.

"After the shit you pulled not a chance in hell. You would be lucky if she talks to you or looks your way." Javy said and Jake hung his head in shame feeling the guilt.

"I shouldn't have done it." Jake said and Javy nodded in agreement.

"No you really shouldn't have done it but you did it and now you have to face the consequences." Javy said and they left it at that.

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4 months have passed of Elizabeth being pregnant and the baby was growing bigger and stronger every day. Grant and Elizabeth got together soon after the 5th date, she wanted to take it slow and Grant was respectful of that. Their relationship was like a dream come true and he had gone to every doctor's appointment with her and was absolutely supportive of her wanting to wait to see what the baby was going to be. She and Javy talked whenever they could and Jake had stopped asking who he talked to already knowing who it was. Grant was the absolute best he never overstepped and was just there for her, he went to all of the appointments and held her when she was able to hear the baby's heartbeat.

Shortly after they had started dating Grant's lease was up and they talked and they decided to that he would move into Elizabeth's place. Plus it was closer to the hospital that he worked at which just happened to be the hospital closest to the base and the school. Every now and then the thought of Jake not being there hit her hard but she blamed it on the hormones but Grant knew otherwise. Jake and Javy have been gone for 4 months. Grant and Elizabeth started dating since she was 3 months pregnant meaning that they had been together for 2 month since she was 4 months along now. Each day the love for each other had grown stronger.

She had just gotten home from work and sat down on the couch, turned on the TV and then somehow fell asleep. A few hours later Grant had came home from the hospital still in his scrubs and was confused when he didn't hear her padding around the house doing who knows what. "Baby?" Grant asked as he went looking for her and then heard the TV and walked into the living room and smiled when she found her asleep laying on the couch hugging her swollen stomach. He walked over to her and bent down running a hand through her hair and that woke her up.

"Babe?" She asked and he smiled and nodded "When did you get home?' She asked.

"Just now. Have you eaten?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No, I came home and sat down because my feet and back were killing me. I turned on the TV and fell asleep." She said and he smiled.

"Let's get you something to eat and I'll run you a bath." He said helping her sit up and she nodded and smiled. He kissed her forehead and got to work on supper. It was quickly done and they ate and then he was running her a bath and helped her down into the tub.

"Join me." She said and he smiled.

"Always." He said and stripped out of his scrubs and stepped in behind her when she leaned up and slowly sank down. Elizabeth leaned back into him and he wrapped his arms around her stomach gently stroking it as he kissed her shoulder. "Long day?" He asked when she sighed.

"Very. Standing all day doesn't help." She said

"Have you thought about taking maternity leave?" He asked

"I have but I want to wait as long as I can." She said and he nodded never pressuring her into making decisions she didn't want. Jake never did that either but he had hurt so bad that Grant was helping her heal.

"I'm here no matter what decision you make." He said and she smiled "I love you." He said

"I love you too." Elizabeth said back and then they fell into a comfortable silence.

Elizabeth wondered if Javy every told Jake but right now she couldn’t care less. She was finally happy with someone that made her feel like Jake made her feel, maybe made her a little bit happier than Jake ever did.

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4 months on an aircraft carrier was a lot of time for Jake to think about what he had done and he was really kicking himself. Javy saw him kicking himself over and over again and he was feeling guilty for not telling him but he deserved it. Javy almost broke down several times to tell Jake about the baby but he kept thinking how Elizabeth was the night Jake left. “Are you ok, Jake?” Javy asked one night while they were getting ready to go to bed.

“No and yes. Do you think if I called her, she would answer and let me explain?” He asked and Javy knew who he was talking about.

“I wouldn’t man. She’s happy with Grant and finally moving on after you broke her heart. I don’t think it would be a good idea honestly. It would just put stress on her and the baby.” Javy said and then realized what he said as soon as he saw Jake’s face.

“Baby?” Jake asked and Javy stayed silent “Javy is she pregnant?” Jake asked again and he nodded.

“Yes.” Javy said “She would be 4 months along now.” He said and Jake stayed quiet.

“That means that she was pregnant when I left. That’s what she wanted to tell me.” Jake said the realization just now dawning on him.

“She told me when I went over there after she called me crying.” Javy said

“You mean to tell me that you knew and you kept it from me?” Jake asked in anger.

“Yes.” Javy said and Jake saw red.

“You should’ve told me!” Jake yelled

“She told me not to tell you. She gave me permission on the last call.” Javy said trying to keep calm.

“Well, you should’ve told me then! What the hell, Coyote!” Jake yelled

“I didn’t think you deserved to know after what you did to her.” Javy said

“She’s pregnant with my child! That’s something I should know! You know what? Fuck you.” Jake said as he turned and stormed out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Javy asked

“To the gym.” Jake said, he was already in gym shorts and a Navy t-shirt, as he stormed out slamming the door.

“Fuck. What did I just do?” Javy asked himself. Elizabeth did give him permission but he was going to wait until they were back on land. This was not part of the plan.

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ʚ Part 12 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, clubbing, alcohol consumption, reader gets drunk, strangers turning violent, violence

❥ A/N: had some inspiration so i went with it! Enjoy 💕

"Girl, he did what?!"

You shush your coworker, laughing as you finish a drink and call out the customer's name, placing the drink on the counter.

"Don't make a scene," you scold her, smiling shyly.

"How do you expect me to not make a scene when—" she glances around before leaning in to whisper, "When your super hot boyfriend made you cum like it was nothing?!"

You shush her again, pulling her to the side of the coffee bar that was closer to the wall, away from the customers.

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?! Y/N, when was the last time somebody made you feel that way?" You stare off into the distance for a moment, thinking before you shrug. "See?! This is a huge deal! You don't have to rely on a vibrator anymore because you've got a man who can do that for you. Plus! He prioritizes your pleasure which is rare." She grabs your shoulders, staring seriously into your eyes. "Do not take him for granted, Y/N. Treasure that man until he's useless to you."

You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back as the door chimes. You toss your hair to see who entered the cafe, and you smile.

"Hey, Guy."

"Hey," he says with a smile, holding up a bouquet of flowers, your favorite kind.

"Aww, Momo, you didn't have to do that."

"'Momo'? Where'd that come from?" You pause, grasping your hands together, suddenly nervous.

"Do... do you not like it? I thought it would be a cute nickname..."

He huffs, smirking and shaking his head.

"You're adorable, you know that? Momo? That's so cute. You're so cute."

"I hate how cute you two are," your coworker chimes in, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip. You giggle, reaching for the flowers and taking them from Mohammed.

"Are you busy this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah, she is," your coworker speaks up, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. "We're going to a club on Saturday with a group of friends."

Mohammed's face falls, suddenly gloomy and solemn.

"Oh… Well... I hope you have fun."

"Well, hold on," you turn to Liz. "You said that our partners could come along too." She shushes you quickly, leaning in.

"I wanted to see if he was gonna try and stop you from going. You know, you gotta test partners on these things to make sure they aren't controlling."

You roll your eyes, looking back at Mohammed.

"You can come along, Guy. Brittany is bringing her boyfriend, and Sara's boyfriend might come too."

He perks up a little bit, giving a soft smile.

"I'd like that, if you wouldn't mind." He looks at Liz, who shrugs.

"I guess I'll allow it." You and Guy snicker as Liz smiles. "But!" She raises a finger. "You can't get in the way of me and my girls. We're gonna have fun whether you like it or not, so don't try to stop us. We're gonna drink and shake our asses and have the best time."

"Understood. As long as you don't try to hook her up with anyone, I'm good."

"What kind of girl do you take me for? I expect all my friends to be faithful. If they're not, they're getting cut off."

Mohammed looks at you, pointing at Liz.

"I like her more and more every day."

"You better, because this girl right here is stuck with me until we die," Liz says, nudging you. You giggle, nudging her back and giving her a smile.

"So when should I pick you up? Or do you want to meet there?" You and Liz share a look, thinking.

"Were we gonna Uber?" you ask.

"Only if Brittany and Sara chip in, but they might wanna drive on their own."

"How are you gonna get home? I thought you wanted to get drunk."

"I do... Maybe I'll just get a ride home? Or maybe I can drive to your place and we can carpool and then I can just spend the night?"

"Hey," Guy speaks up, and the two of you look at him. "I don't mind driving you there, or driving you home. There's room in my car."

"Really?" she asks, leaning against the counter. "You wouldn't mind?" He shakes his head and Liz smiles, looking at you. "I think you've got yourself a keeper, Y/N."

"Can I borrow this lipstick?" Liz asks, holding up a small lipstick container.

"Only if you help me choose what to wear."

Liz tiptoes over in her heels, looking over the outfits you pulled out of your closet. She hums, glancing over each of them before picking up a little black sequin dress.

"This is bodycon, right?"

"Mm-hm." She hums, handing it to you.

"Try it on. Let me see how it looks."

You take the outfit, going to your bathroom and undressing. You shimmy the dress on, looking yourself over in the mirror before walking out.

"How's it look? I don't think it looks good with a bra." She leans on one foot, pushing out her hip, twisting her mouth.

"Do you have a strapless bra?" You sigh.

"Yeah, but I hate it. I constantly have to readjust it."

"Try it on anyways. It might make or break the dress." You huff, grabbing your strapless bra from your dresser before going back to the bathroom. You switch your bras, adjusting your breasts before pulling the dress back up, going back to your bedroom. Liz glances over you.

"Mind if I move things around a little?" You nod and Liz steps forward, tugging the dress down to reveal your bra. She tucks your breasts closer together, pulling the bra up a little before replacing the dress. She steps back, nodding.

"Better. You gotta show off that cleavage, girl. Show your stuff." You roll your eyes but smile. She motions for you to spin around. "Do a bend over test." You turn your back to her, bending over slow before finally reaching towards the floor. "Looks good. No undies in sight."

You laugh, standing back up and going to the vanity.

"Should I do lipstick or lipgloss?"

"You gonna be kissing your man?" she asks and you nod. "Then gloss. It's sticky but at least he won't have a bunch of lipstick all over him."

"Good call." You grab your favorite gloss, slathering it over your lips and rubbing them together, puckering your lips for the mirror. You stand up straight, taking your lipgloss with you as you find a matching purse and heels. You start to gather your things—lipgloss, your phone, your wallet, your apartment keys—when the doorbell rings.

"Oh, can you get that, Liz? I need to put on some perfume."

"Got you, boo." She leaves the bedroom, going to the front door and answering it. You hear voices as you spray yourself in a sweet and fruity perfume. You put on your heels, doing a once over in the mirror before walking out to the living room, smiling when you see Mohammed. Liz stops talking to him and looks at you with a smile, his gaze following hers. He was smiling, but it drops when he sees you, eyes roaming your body.

"Hey," you say, smiling and biting your lip. He doesn't say anything, and Liz nudges him.

"C'mon, dude. Compliment her."

"I—" His voice cracks and he clears his throat, looking sheepish. "You—wow, Y/N... you look fucking stunning."

"Aww, thank you!" You do a little pose, which makes him smile.

"Now, don't freak out when we go to the club and people stare at her," Liz says, moving towards you and putting an arm around your waist. "She is gorgeous and other people are gonna see that and you're gonna have to deal with it." He takes a deep breath and sighs, giving a small nod.

"Yeah, I know. I hate it, but I know."

"As long as you accept it and don't do something stupid."

"Oh my god, he's so protective," you chime in, putting your hand on Liz's shoulder. "When we first started going on dates, we went to the movies and long-story-short, this boy was talking to me and Mo got defensive and told him I was taken—"

"Oh my god, please don't—"

"—and he basically scared the shit out of this teenager!" You and Liz start laughing while Guy rubs a hand over his face, clearly embarrassed.

"Alright, alright, we're done teasing!" Liz says, stepping forward and patting Guy's arm. She glances between the two of you. "Everyone ready to go?"

"Hell yeah! Let's go get drunk!" You and Liz cheer, while Guy chuckles.

The nightclub requires you to show I.D. at the door, but once you're in, you're good to go. You see your friends at a table on the edge of the club, and when you approach them, they start squealing and waving. The four of you join together, giving hugs and kisses, holding each others' hands, saying your 'hello's and asking how you've all been. You're so wrapped up in your own little world that you almost forget about Mohammed, until one of your friends glances over your shoulder, leaning towards the group.

"Who's the hottie staring at us?"

You turn and smile at him, reaching out for his hand. He grabs your hand with his own, letting you pull him towards your group of friends.

"Brittany, Sara: this is Mohammed. Or Guy, or Mo, whatever you wanna call him."

"Ah..." He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. "That last one is just for Y/N. Mohammed is fine."

"Oh! So this is the infamous Guy!" Brittany says, reaching out her hand to shake his. "Hi, I'm Brittany! I'm Y/N's bestie from high school."

"We both are! I'm Sara," she chimes in, giving a wave. Guy smiles politely, shaking Brittany's hand, and then Sara's when she reaches out her hand to him.

"It's nice to meet you two. It's nice to meet Y/N's friends."

"Oh! And this is Liam," Brittany turns to point at a man sitting at the table. "He's my boyfriend."

"And the other guy is mine," Sara says as the other man gives a wave. "His name is Noah."

Mohammed gives a small wave to the men at the table, staying quiet.

"Enough with the introductions," Liz yells over the music. "Let's get some shots!" The four of you cheer, laughing. You turn to Guy, touching his shoulder.

"Will you be okay if me and my friends go to the bar? We'll be right back." He glances around, shrugging.

"If it's alright with you, I'll tag along to get my own drink." You nod.

"That's okay. We can all go together." You give him a soft smile, hooking your arm around his and going with him and your friends to the bar. Brittany orders a round of shots, Pina Colada flavoured ones. You chat as the bartender makes them, another bartender helping Guy as he orders a beer. When your shots are ready, you each retrieve one, clinking them together before counting down. You all take the shots, swallowing them down before cheering together, giggling as you place the glasses down.

"So, how long has it been since you've dated Mohammed?" Sara leans in to ask. You do the math in your head, tilting your head side to side.

"It's been almost three months I think? Maybe closer to two and a half."

"And what do you think of him so far?" Brittany asks from your other side.

"I like him! He's really nice and sweet."

"He's like a sugar daddy!" Liz yells over the music, already ordering another round of shots. She pushes your shoulder. "Tell them about how he made you see God with two fingers."

"Oh my god, Liz!"

"What?! Huh? What happened?" Brittany asks.

"Yeah, give us the deats!"

"Oh my god, not here!"

"You literally told me at work, Y/N, while we had customers! Don't act shy now!"

You glance at Guy, who's looking around the club. He either can't hear you or is ignoring the conversation. You take a deep breath, looking back at your friends.

"Okay, fine!" You lean in close, Brittany and Sara following, listening closely as you give the details of your last date with Mohammed. Their faces light up when you finish the story, Sara squealing and Brittany playfully slapping your shoulder.

"How did you not call me immediately after he left and tell me what happened?!"

"I'm sorry! Work was crazy this week; I was so busy I forgot!"

"Shame, shame, know your name!" Sara laughs. "You should've put us on a group call right after so we could evaluate your experience."

"I'm sorry! I was too shy to talk about it until, like, two days ago! The only reason Liz knew is because she thought I was acting different."

"She had a glow about her that made me think she had a nice orgasm." Liz starts handing out the second round of shots. When you all have one, Liz holds her glass up. "A toast! To Y/N's sexual relationship with Mohammed!"

"Here, here!" Sara cheers, downing the next shot easily. The rest of you follow, swallowing the fruity drink swiftly. You cough after the liqueur burns your throat, soon laughing with your friends again.

"Are we gonna dance or what?" Brittany asks, putting her empty glass back on the bar.

"Hell yeah!" Liz yells, collecting the glasses from the rest of you and pushing them over the bar. She grabs your hand and, before she can pull you away, you grasp Guy's jacket sleeve and tug him along with you. The five of you go to your table, putting down your purses and chit-chatting a bit. The girls make their way to the dance floor, and you turn to Guy with a smile.

"Would you watch my purse for me?" you ask. He nods and you cup his cheeks, pulling him down for a quick kiss. His gaze is soft when you pull away, returning your smile before you skip off to the dance floor with your friends.

The alcohol is starting to creep into your system, your body feeling lighter, your mind free of concerns as you and your friends start swaying to the beat.

"How's Liam been?" you ask Brittany and she groans.

"He's been a jerk. He's been so busy with work that he barely has time for me. There was even one night he didn't come home until after I went to bed!"

"I don't know why you tolerate that, Brit," Sara says. "You deserve better than that."

"I know... But I still love him. I'm just hoping we're going through a rough patch. You know, he got that promotion at work and now he's going on more trips. At least he makes up for it by bringing me back presents." You all laugh at that, your head growing fuzzy in such a delicious way. You find yourself wanting another drink, something sweet to sip on while you dance.

"What about Noah? Is he still working on his construction company or did he give up that dream?"

"He's doing good! He's got about a dozen workers now and they're getting pretty good business. Noah was worried about them joining a union but then I started researching all the benefits and convinced him it was a good idea."

"That's good! Liz, are you back on the market yet or what?"

"Girl, I've been back on the market! Ever since Mark ghosted me, I've been trying to find somebody to dick me down! I don't care if it's real meat or a strap; I just need it!"

You snort, teetering a bit but remaining on your feet. You scanned the crowd, looking over to your table to see Mohammed staring at you. He looks sad almost, or maybe just bored, but he wasn't talking to the men he was sitting with, just looking at you. You give him a little wave, blowing him a kiss across the club. You watch him reach out and pretend to catch it, bringing his fist to his chest and rubbing his palm there. He gives a flat smile, still staring at you as he rests his elbow on the table, cheek hitting his palm.

"Why's he moping?" Sara asks, bringing your attention back to your friends.

"I don't know. I thought he'd like to come out. We've never been to a club before."

"Does he even have any friends?" Liz asks before spinning around. You slow your movements as you think.

"I don't know. I always thought he did, but he's never talked about any friends before."

"Red flag! Red flag!" Sara yells, shaking your shoulder. "What if he's a psychopathic serial killer who is gonna lure you in and kidnap you?!" You roll your eyes.

"Sara, if he was gonna do that, he would've done it a long time ago. He's had plenty of opportunities to do so."

"That's still sketchy, Y/N," Brittany chimes in. "He needs a social life. He can't use you for all of his social needs. He needs real friends that he's not dating."

"He goes to the gym. I think he has gym friends. Plus he's gotta have some coworker friends."

"But does he hang out with them? Does he have a personal relationship with them? Or do they just know him in those environments, not outside of them?"

You slow to a halt, looking off into the distance. Maybe it's the loud music, maybe it's the alcohol, but your doubts start creeping in. You start to question Mohammed's actions, his intentions, who he really is. You only snap out of your haze when Liz claps her hands in your face.

"Hey! Don't freak out on me tonight. We're here to have fun. You can worry about who your boyfriend is when you're sober and can think straight." You blink, then nod.

"You're right. We can talk about it later."

"Hell yeah! In the meantime, let's go get another shot!" You smile and laugh, following Liz back to the bar. She ordered some shots for the two of you, clinking her glass to yours before you tossed them back, swallowing the tart liquid.

By the time you're back on the dance floor, you're practically floating. The alcohol is hitting you harder now, your brain fuzzy, your vision focusing then shifting. It feels good, really good. You feel light, frisky, maybe even a little horny. You turn to look for Guy in the crowd, finally singling him out and waving, squinting to see him smile. You feel hands on your hips and furrow your brow, looking over your shoulder to see a man behind you.

"Can I help you?" you snap, elbowing him.

"Aw, c'mon! Don't be like that! Let's party!"

"Hey, buddy," Liz interjects, grabbing his arm. "Buzz off! She ain't interested!"

"What're you? Her body guard?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am. So why don't you fuck off before I bust your knee caps?"

He scoffs, shoving her with his forearm.

"Hey!" you yell, smacking his chest. "Fuck you!" He grabs your hand tightly and you squirm, clawing and pushing him as best you can. "Let me go!"

"Quit being a bitch! I just wanted to dance!"

"Fuck you!"

You kick aimlessly, hitting his shin, and he yells. He grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together, and you dig your nails into his hand. Suddenly, he lets go and you tumble, trying to find your footing again. Hands are on your shoulders, your friends' voices in your ears, and vague grunting ahead of you. You blink a few times, trying to reorient yourself under the disco lights, assessing the scene.

"Guy!"

He was holding the stranger in a headlock, his neck squished against Mohammed's arm, his hands clawing at his bicep. Mohammed wasn't looking at you, instead staring down at the man that practically attacked you, his opposite hand pushing the stranger's neck down into his arm, choking him.

"Guy, let him go! He's gonna pass out!"

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at you. You watch the stranger's face bulge, his hands slowing and sagging. You rush to Mohammed, grabbing his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Mo, you gotta let him go. You'll kill him!"

"He deserves it," he grunts. "He fucking touched you. He could've hurt you."

"Mohammed, I'm fine! Look at me; I'm okay! Please, let him go, he's not worth it. Let's go get the bouncer and get him kicked out."

As you say that, the man goes limp in Mohammed's arm. He lets the stranger go, letting him fall to the ground, and you hear one of your friends scream.

"Oh my god! He killed him!"

"Check his pulse!"

"Oh my god, we're gonna go to jail!"

Mohammed kneels down to the ground, putting two fingers on the man's jugular, the people around you still and quiet.

"He's fine. Just passed out."

You all give a big sigh of relief, your head spinning. Guy gets up, moving to the man's head before leaning down and grabbing the man under his arms, starting to pull him along the dance floor.

"Excuse me, excuse me," he says as he moves through the crowd. You follow him dizzily, apologizing as you move past other patrons. He drags the man to the front of the club, dropping him in front of the bouncer. They're talking when you reach them.

"Please don't kick him out!" you plead when you make your way beside them. "This guy started it! He pushed my friend!"

"Ma'am," the bouncer starts, holding up his hands. "I understand, but we have a no violence policy." He turns to Guy. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"What?! You can't make us leave!" Liz yells behind you, stomping forward and pointing a finger at the bouncer. "We have a right to be here! I have a tab open and everything!"

"Ma'am," the bouncer continues, moving her finger away. "If he doesn't comply, I'll have to call security to make him leave."

"Wait, we're leaving?! The fuck happened?" Brittany chimes.

"Yeah, he's the one who almost killed this guy!" Sara yells.

"Look, if you ladies keep causing a scene, you'll all have to leave, okay?" He looks at Guy, motioning towards the door. "You need to leave, sir."

"Hold on!" you yell, holding up a hand. "Lemme get my purse."

Your friends moan and groan in disdain, telling you to stay, not to go, to let Guy leave on his own. You're fueled by alcohol and a slurry of emotions, going back to the table to grab your purse. You say a quick goodbye to Noah and Liam before going back to the front. You grab Guy by the jacket, pulling him to the door as your friends continue to yell behind you.

"Y/N, wait," Guy says when you're out of the club in the cool, quiet air of the night, grabbing your arm to stop you. "Stay. I'll just wait outside until you're ready to go home."

"What?! No, that's not fair! I'm not gonna make you sit out here in the cold while I party with my friends. That's mean to you."

"Y/N," his tone softens, his hands finding your upper arms. "It's fine. I don't want to ruin your night."

You huff, swaying slightly.

"It's fine. You're my boyfriend; I'm not gonna leave you like that."

"Y/N..."

"Y/N!"

You look past Guy, seeing Liz waving, approaching you with Brittany, Sara, and their boyfriends. You tilt your head.

"What're you guys doing out here?"

"We weren't gonna just leave you!" Brittany yells, outstretching her arms for a hug. She embraces you, and you look over her shoulder at everyone.

"You left the club for me?" you ask.

"Uh, duh! Of course we did!" Sara says.

"Their drinks are overpriced anyways," Liz sighs, brushing her hair out of her face. You jut out your lip, hugging Brittany back.

"You guys..."

"Don't worry about it," Brittany says as she pulls away. "There's other clubs out there. We just gotta find another one."

Mohammed clears his throat, making you all look at him. He looks sheepish, guilty, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I apologize for causing a scene. I shouldn't have reacted that way." Liz shrugs.

"You were protecting your girl. I can appreciate that. Just don't kill anybody at the next club we go to."

Guy gives a flat smile, looking away before turning back to the group.

"I have a place we can go to."

"Mohammed, what the hell is this place?!"

Guy glances back at Liz, pulling out some cash to pay the bouncer at the door.

"It's a nightclub. I used to go here a lot more, but I haven't been in a while."

After he pays the bouncer, he lets you inside, past the long line of people outside. You follow Guy into the club, eyes widening as you look around. The club is sleek, modern, dark with golden lights and high ceilings. There's a bar, a dance floor, plenty of tables filled with patrons. You feel like you're in a world light years away from the last club you were at.

"You want a private room?" Guy asks, leaning down towards you.

"What?"

"A private room. A room for privacy."

"Yeah, I get that, but why? Aren't those expensive?"

"It's not a big deal. I've gotten private rooms before. Would you like one or not?"

You blink, looking at your friends.

"Private room, anyone?"

That's how you end up in a room with your own bartender. You look around in wonder as the bartender expertly shakes a drink, throwing around glasses and bottles before catching them, your friends clapping and cheering as he puts on a show. A waitress comes into the room carrying a tray of finger-food, placing it down on the table for you all.

"Mo, this is crazy," you whisper, pulling him down by the sleeve so your lips are near his ear. "This is excessive. I know you feel bad but you didn't have to do all this."

"It's fine," he says, kissing your temple. "Let me spoil you and your friends."

You jump when you hear a pop, seeing Liam with an open champagne bottle, cheering as he filled some glasses.

"This is insane," you whisper again. "How do you have the money for this type of shit?" He shrugs.

"I don't spend a lot of it." He puts an arm around your waist. "Do you want to try some hors d'oeuvres?"

"Not right now..." You tilt your head, feeling like a wave is crashing in your skull. "I still wanna dance."

"Would you like me to watch you and make sure you're okay?"

"No..." You start to tug his jacket off, revealing his chiseled muscles covered in a button-up shirt. "Come dance with me."

You barely register dragging him to the dance floor, but you're there, the music bumping and reverberating your bones. You're bouncing to the music, holding Guy's hands as you do, keeping hold of him when you spin. You can see him smiling at you, and it makes you smile as well. He pulls you towards him, making you crash into his chest.

"Can I touch you?" you hear him say, his voice drowning in the music.

"You better!" you yell back, moving his hands to your waist. You can hear a faint chuckle as you throw your hands over your head, swaying your hips. You can feel large hands move down to hold them, giving a hearty squeeze. You laugh joyously, vaguely hearing your friends yell something at you as they join you on the dance floor. You turn, yelling something unintelligible back as you tumble back into Mohammed's chest, laughing again. His hands are back on your hips, pulling you back into his hips. You're still giggling as you move your hips back against him, your hands reaching behind you to touch his shoulders and his neck.

"You're gorgeous." His lips are next to your ear, his voice so clear over the sound. The lights are dizzying, the alcohol in your system giving you a wonderful high. You should drink some water. You should sober up, but you don't want to. You want to ride this out until you pass out in your bed.

Strong hands smooth over your bare thigh, giving it a squeeze before trailing over your hip and ass. You love the feeling, your soft moan dying with the music. You turn back around, drunkenly grabbing his face and staring at him deep in his eyes.

"You've got nice eyes," you slur before your lips crash against his. He kisses you back, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling your hips together. You think you feel something hard, but you can't make it out. Maybe you're just drunk.

You wake up to the sun hitting your eyes. When you finally open one eye, you groan, rolling over in bed and covering yourself with your sheets. You bump into something solid, peeking your eyes open to look at what you hit. You inhale sharply, bolting up in bed.

"OH MY GOD!!"

Mohammed gasps and opens his eyes, sitting up.

"What?! What?! What happened?!"

"OH MY GOD, I'M NAKED!!"

"What?" He glances at your form, your arms covering yourself in your bedding before he grunts, laying back down, draping an arm over his eyes. "Yeah, you are."

"WHY AM I NAKED?! ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"No." He kicks off the sheets, revealing his lower half covered in sweatpants. You gulp, glancing around before looking back at him.

"Why are we naked? Did we have sex? Please don't tell me we had sex."

"Why?" He moves his arm to peek at you. "Would you regret it?"

"I don't want our first time together to be when I was drunk!"

He huffs, nodding and yawning.

"We didn't have sex. You wanted to, but we didn't."

"Oh..." You take in a deep breath. "Then why am I naked?"

"You kept saying you were hot and that clothes were too scratchy."

"Why are you in bed with me?"

"Because you insisted." You swallow, running a hand over your face.

"What... what exactly happened?"

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I remember going to this other club and getting a private room and dancing with you." He hums, rolling onto his side, facing you.

"We danced for a while, and then we went back to the room. Your friends starting making out with their boyfriends, and then you wanted to make out, so we did for a little. After a while, we were ready to go home. Liz tried going home with someone but you made her come home with us. Your friends left with their boyfriends and you, me, and Liz came back here. Liz passed out on the couch and you made me come to the bedroom with you. You got naked and were trying to make out with me and kept saying you wanted to have sex, but I said no. Then you started crying and saying you were ugly and unlovable and I kept telling you that I did love you and you said you didn't believe me. I asked you what I could do to make you believe me and you told me to have sex with you, but I still said no, so you told me to fall asleep with you instead. And now it's morning and we're both awake."

You blink a few times before rubbing your eyes. You moan tiredly, flopping back into bed beside him, glancing at him.

"Why didn't you have sex with me?" he scoffs.

"Because you were drunk, Y/N. I'm not going to have sex with you when we've never done it before and you're drunk. Maybe if you want to do it one day we can do it when we're both drunk, but I didn't want to do something like that."

You twist your mouth, humming before looking up at the ceiling.

"That's very noble of you."

"It's basic decency. I would never do that to you." You turn to face him, watching him open an eye to look at you. "You're really pretty in the morning." You groan, rubbing a hand over your face.

"My makeup is probably a mess."

"No, it's not. I helped you take your makeup off last night." You pout.

"Really?" He nods. "Aww, Momo! That's so sweet! You didn't have to do that."

"You were trying to do it yourself so I just ended up helping you."

"You're such a sweetheart." He huffs.

"That's what boyfriends are supposed to do." You wiggle forward until you're nose to nose. He opens his eyes, staring at you before closing the distance, kissing you. You hum, placing your hands on his cheeks, tilting your head and parting your lips. His tongue reaches into your mouth quickly, licking over yours, inching closer. You moan, arms wrapping around his neck. He moves over you, coaxing you to lie on your back, still kissing each other as you scratch at his scalp. He groans, cupping the back of your neck, his other hand creeping over your collarbone, teasing the edge of the bedding covering you. You're about to pull it down when there's a hard knock on the door, making the two of you jump, separating.

"Y/N! Do you remember a 'Becca' from last night? She's texting me asking me if I wanna go on a date and I don't remember her."

You groan softly, rolling your eyes and giving Guy a soft smile. He snickers, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Come on. I'll take you guys to brunch."

[sleepingnova]

Hi starry! Can I please request an x reader with peter Parker?? I just want some thing really fluffy!!! Thank you

ducky, I know it's you 🤫🫣 I'm like a year late but it's ok, we're going to pretend like time is irrelevant here. Also woah me actually posting? ain't no way

Uncomfortable

Summary : Peter Parker is tasked with his final English presentation for the year. Only problem is, it's with you, and he's got a massive crush.

Pairing : Peter Parker x gn! reader

Word count : 1k

Peter Parker hates presentations: he hates how you have to stand in front of a class full of kids who aren’t even listening to what you have to say. He hates it with every ounce of his being.

As the school year comes to a close, he realizes that this is his last speaking project of the year-- and oh my god– he almost jumped for joy when he read that in Mr. Stark’s lab. He catches himself, because how embarrassing would that be in front of THE Dr. Banner and War Machine??? So he does what a normal teenager would do: he smiles at his screen, pretending like he just got a really funny text. 

His expression drops when he realizes it’s a partner project, and both Ned and MJ are being paired with someone else. His heart drops into his stomach when he realizes his partner for the project is you, the prettiest and most popular girl in school! He’s had a slight hallway crush, but he always psyches himself out of talking to you because, hello? You’re way out of his league! So, like any teenage boy, he calls his best friend, spiraling. 

“Hey, Peter, what’s up? You’re still coming over to put the new lego set together with me this weekend, right? Don’t tell me you're about to cancel–” The receiving end gets cut off, by Peter of course rambling on and on. 

“You talking to me, kid?” Tony chimes from his desk, his back turned away from Peter as he works on something completely different, a new suit mod Peter presumes.

“Dude, I- what? No, not you, Mr. S- Tony. Sorry,” He stumbles, not missing the way Tony’s finger points backwards at him, almost as if he's waiting for him to correct himself. When he did, he gave a thumbs up and kept working, keeping his ears open. “Okay, dude, we have a problem, like a big problem. Like, you don’t understand how cooked I am. How cooked WE are. I have to work with that really pretty girl in our class for the presentation.” Peter rambles, covering his face at his so-called “problem,” and Tony almost bursts out laughing, stifling his chuckles with a cough into his fist. 

“Oh yeah, her. She’s really sweet, from what MJ’s told me. Okay, here’s what you do: I'll get you her number and just text her.” Ned rings out from the other end, half paying attention, half doing something completely different. 

“What? No, dude I can't just text her; you gotta have proper text etiquette. What would I even say? ‘Hey, you probably don’t know me, but we’re partners, and I have this massive crush on you, and I’ve been lowkey nervous as hell to come and talk to you’? Like, no. That’s how to scare her away 101. MJ and Liz are really the only two girls I actually talk to.” Tony can’t help but shake his head in disbelief, a faint smile on his face as he tries his hardest not to laugh at the kid as he apparently gets hung up on.

Peter groans, burying his head in his hands, a heated blush on his face behind his hands as Tony stifles his laughs, before finally turning around, a smug look on his face. 

“So, girl trouble, kid? Don’t be embarrassed, it happens to everyone! Well, not me back in the day,” Tony snorts, his eavesdropping making Peter sigh dramatically. “You’re a catch! Great personality and everything. Whoever this girl is would be lucky to have you. Does May know?” Tony asks, to which Peter was quick to shut it down with a “No, she doesn’t. I’m not going to say anything because this is literally just a school crush. She doesn’t even know I exist!” 

“Which is exactly why when you do this project with her, she’ll get to know you. Be your nerdy self and she’ll love you. Hell, in the two years I’ve known you, you’ve grown on me. I wasn’t even a kids person before I met you. When I lost you for those five years, I realized how much you wormed your sticky hands into my heart, or what heart I have left. You’re better than all of us, kid. You have a good heart and a good head on your shoulders; you don’t see that much anymore,” Tony pauses, trying to encourage him. “Just be yourself, kid. I promise you, stay true to yourself and it’ll work out.”

Peter nods and gradually, a week passes. Tony watches as he comes into the lab, noticing the slump in his shoulders, as if the weight of the world was actually picked up off his shoulders. Before Peter could even ask what they were doing today, his question of “what happened with your partner? Did you get her number?” came rolling off his mentor’s tongue, to which Peter could only respond with a whine and a blush creeping up to his cheeks. 

“Jesus, seriously? I can’t even go for a week without you asking.” The dry and defensive response made Tony laugh before he continued with a shy smile. “I did get her number, and an A on the presentation, thanks for asking. She’s leaving for the summer, but we’re going to talk all summer and just see how it goes. She’ll be back in New York every now and then, and I’m going to be working most of the summer, but I’m sure I can make the time.” His last phrase caught Tony’s attention. He turned, furrowing a brow at the brunette boy. As a response, the boy only shrugged. Something about getting a job to help out his aunt, which meant his lab days were going to be cut a lot shorter, but in true Tony Stark fashion, he tuned it out, already cooking up a way to override that.

That day, Peter was left half surprised and half anticipating how his summer was going to go. In his eyes, he aced his final English exam and got to form a blooming relationship with the girl he’s been crushing on from day one. Yeah, he’d tell his “Parker Luck” to go screw itself, because this was a definite win in his book.

okay, did I cook? be honest. I think I cooked. should I make another part to this of how the relationship forms or something like that?

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated, and thank you to my #1 proofreader that I keep in my pocket at all times <3

[memethebum]

Finally got another fluffy lil oneshot out!!

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Soul knew his life would change in a few substantial ways after their battle against Asura on the moon.

He’d expected to have an absolute awful time going about certain changes, but had ultimately found that the most annoying part of using his familial surname and being named the last Deathscythe was really just having to remind people that Maka was the one that’d honed him into reaching his full potential thank you very much and being very vocal about having no real desire to play in front of anyone for the time being.

The rest of his life was left relatively unchanged, which meant that most his days were filled with finishing his classes or cleaning up the cuts and bruises both he and his meister had earned through the missions they were assigned.

However, what he wasn’t prepared for were the last few hurdles that came before he and his peers would finally be able to graduate.

He’d tried not to let out an audible groan when Sid and Stein had announced that their super final exam would be graded by combining the scores of both the meister and weapon in a pair, causing him to look over his shoulder and feel his blood immediately run cold once noticing the fiery look in Maka’s emerald eyes.

The decision had ultimately left his final weeks of school as a boot camp for raising his C student status into a A- status at the very least in order to appease his obstinate meister.

“One more day and then I’m fuckin’ free,” Soul had mumbled into Maka’s pillow cover the night before the exam as Maka flipped through the pages of a study book she’d bought during the beginning of the school year.

He’d expected her to let out a small giggle or simply give him a sarcastic eye roll but had been met with a mischievous smile once she raised her head from the textbook to gaze into his scarlet eyes.

“I think I know a way to make this more exciting…” Maka then exclaimed as Soul watched her reach over towards her bedside table and fumble her hand around before eventually retrieving a stick of chapstick Liz had bought him after exclaiming he needed to delve into some extra measures to please the missus.

“Oh really? Does it involve more flashcards?” Soul snorted back while watching his meister pull the cap off the stick of chapstick and gingerly swipe the honey scented wax over her lips.

“Nope. It’s much simpler than that…” Maka hummed, probing Soul to prop himself up on one of his elbows and let out a simple ohh in response to her statement.

“I’ll give you a kiss for every question you get right on the study guide,” Maka then finished before Soul raised his eyebrows at the offer as he watched his girlfriend run one of her fingers over her tantalizing lips.

I hate how good of a strategy that is… Soul then thought while his vision trickled down towards Maka’s lips once more, which only heightened his thoughts about how feeling her lips against his own seemed to be a high his years of unrelenting pining could’ve never done justice to.

“I gotta deal with memorizing 30 pages of notes and now I’ve gotta earn a kiss from my girlfriend? You’re really trynna’ kill me this weekend, huh?” Soul replied with a faux groan of agony before Maka slid open her bedside drawer and flung a thick pile of flashcards onto her bed.

“If you don’t like that idea, we could always practice with these,” the young woman replied while using one of her fingers to toy with the large rubber band that kept the index cards in a neat and imposing stack.

“I’m jokin’, I’m jokin. Let’s play your lil’ game,” Soul then murmured before watching Maka’s lips turn into a grin while she shimmied herself across her smooth mattress until she was snug against his chest.

“Ok…let’s start with an easy one. Name a famous inventor that shaped Shibusen’s academic structure,” Maka questioned as she buried her face closer towards Soul’s chest, causing him to let out a giggle.

“That’s a lil’ too easy. Eibon, duh…” the Deathscythe exclaimed before noticing Maka angle her head upwards until the taste of wax and honey glided across the right corner of his lips.

“Good job! I guess we can move on to something more challenging. Hmm, how many countries engage in student referrals for Shibusen?” the young woman then hummed while gazing back down at her study book, leaving Soul to gingerly slide his fingers across her flaxen strands of hair.

“400,” the young man replied before feeling Maka place a quick peck onto his nose.

“You finally got that one right,” Maka beamed, only to slot her lips against Soul’s before he could even give her a witty response.

“Mmm, ok question three…” his girlfriend then huffed out as he prepared himself to keep sifting through the plethora of information she’d shoved into his cranium over the week.

“What’s the acronym that describes the proper way to dispose of a pre-kishin soul?” Maka read aloud, forcing Soul to let out a grunt as his concentration seemed to diminish the more he thought about the question.

Fuck, I don’t remember that bein’ on the study guide… Soul mentally noted while watching Maka’s lips turn into a pout at his lack of an immediate answer.

“I dunno’ Earn.A.Treat or somethin’?” the Deathscythe coughed out before Maka shook her head and then shuffled one of her hands through the stack of flashcards laying on the edge of her bed.

“Nope, it’s Absorb.Or.Supervise, so AOS for short,” Maka added as Soul gently reached down and traced his thumb across one of her cheekbones.

“I don’t suppose I could get a free kiss for that one, considerin’ it wasn’t on the study guide?” the Deathscythe probed, earning him a chuckle from Maka before he felt her plop the stack of flashcards onto his lap.

“It might’ve not been on the study guide, but it was definitely in the flashcards, so no kisses for you,” Maka tittered, eliciting Soul to let out a groan and pry the textbook out of her hands.

“Oh yea, if you’re so sure of yourself why don’t I quiz ya’ instead?” Soul grumbled, knowing full well that Maka had not only memorized all of the flashcards in that insufferable stack she’d compiled but had also reread their textbook at least three times by now in hopes of earning a perfect score for their final test.

The Deathscythe then watched as Maka’s eyebrows furrowed at the question, only for his face to morph into a devious grin once she shrugged her shoulders at him.

“Try me…” his girlfriend responded before Soul let out a low chuckle at how easily she had taken the bait.

I wonder if she knows I’m cheatin’ the system.. the Deathscythe mentally noted while flipping through Maka’s study book and ultimately landing his eyes on a set of questions sprawled on the page.

Eh, doesn’t matter which one I choose. It’s all gonna lead to the same thing…

“Alright, question one. Which continent has the greatest population of individuals with a sword transformation gene?” Soul questioned before feeling Maka rest her head against his midriff and release a languid hum.

“Europe,” the young woman immediately responded, probing Soul to let out a jubilant chuckle as he reached down and placed a small peck against the crook of her neck.

“Question two. Name a famous individual who had once been a meister for Shibusen,” the young man then mumbled into Maka’s neck, only to feel her swat a hand against his head a moment afterwards.

“Ugh, you could at least check the study book to see if the first one was right. As for the second one, I’m gonna go with Albert Einstein,” Maka added, causing Soul to release a quick chuckle before placing a chaste kiss onto her jaw.

“Why would I need to check the book when I’ve got the smartest girlfriend in the universe?” the Deathscythe sang in between a quick peck onto the back of Maka’s palm and then her wrist.

“Mmmm you’re just using this as an excuse to get more kisses, aren’t you,” Maka replied before Soul felt the warmth of her palms smack against the sides of his face, serving as his sign to look down and notice her mildly irked expression.

“Ok ok last question,” Soul breathed out while feeling his girlfriend’s fingers begin to slide away from his stubbled chin as he rested his forehead against her own.

“Who’s gonna get a perfect score tommorow?” the young man rumbled out before feeling his heart begin to skip a few beats as Maka giggled against his touch.

“We are,” his girlfriend exclaimed before catching his lips on her own once more, although this time she’d decided to step things up another level by sliding a firm hand onto the back of Soul’s head as she gasped between their lips moving against one another.

It didn’t take long for Soul to notice that they’d somehow become tangled in a pile of limbs and needy hands ontop Maka’s satin bedsheets, causing him to let out another groan while his girlfriend nibbled on his lower lip before sighing against him once they both decided to pull away.

The Deathscythe could feel his breathing begin to even out while Maka nuzzled herself into the crook of his neck, allowing him to stretch out his arm in order to wrap it across her shoulder and hold them snug together.

“I’m gonna miss this…” Maka eventually murmured, probing Soul to dip his head down in order to lay his chin ontop of her scalp and let out a hmmm in confusion.

“Y’know, just having enough free time to relax like this. Papa was pretty busy as Lord Death’s Deathscythe, so you’re probably going to be pretty busy being Kid’s weapon-“

“Hey hey, it’s gonna be ok,” Soul hummed over the young woman as he felt her fingers scratch against the loose fabric of his t-shirt with every word she’d uttered out.

“Me n’ Kid both decided that I’d just be his personal prop if we partnered up, so I’d only be needed for special events. Plus, I think Liz would come after my ass if I just took her and Patty’s job like that,” Soul giggled out while he pushed a few of Maka’s sleek bangs aside in order to have a clear view of her cool emerald eyes shooting up to gaze at him.

“You…really mean all that? You’re not just saying it to make me feel better, right? Maka then questioned, eliciting Soul to fidget his arms around until he could gently fit his fingers between each of Maka’s knuckles.

“Course’ not. Our partnership is the most important thing to me, Maka. And besides, I said I’d follow ya’ to the ends of the earth, didn’t I?”