#that them and i would make a great couple

[petermorwood]

They could have called them pelmeni chinois or maultaschen chinois except it turns out there's an actual regional and very old French dish called Ravioles du Dauphiné.

They're stuffed with Comté cheese, fromage blanc, eggs and parsley.

So, ravioles chinoise - with the -es spelling, anyway - isn't a deliberate avoidance of English (well, not just that) but might, just might, have been adapted from a legitimate though rare French term.

Because compared to the rest of the world, French cookery is quite remarkable in its dumplinglessness. (That's a word now...)

It has quenelles, the best-known of which are traditionally made from fish (pike) but also from cheese...

.... and are like German liver dumplings (Leberknödel) to the extent that "Knödel" may even be the origin of "quenelle".

This name-change is rather like the way the French word for insubstantial nibbles or "little somethings" - quelquechoses - became "kickshaws" in English, as seen here in Shakespeare's "Henry IV Part II":

"Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook."

The only other thing I could find being called a "dumpling" is the "farz" part of kig ha farz, an even more regional Breton treatment using an egg-butter-milk-buckwheat batter tied in a bag then cooked in the same pot as - and served with - pot-au-feu.

It may look like a dumpling when bagged, but when plated it looks like haggis. That crumbly texture means it's sometimes called couscous breton, and it's dressed with a buttery, oniony, sometimes bacony sauce called lipig (which, inevitably, I keep misreading as Lipwig...)

However farz is also made with white flour, and that version isn't crumbled but sliced like so...

...and sometimes fried, like King Arthur's bag-pudding.

Pudding, BTW, is another language-swap, originally from French "boudin", meaning a sausage - Irish / UK black and white pudding and French boudin noir and boudin blanc are definitely related.

The word then broadened meaning into something cooked inside a casing (a haggis is the "great chieftain o' the pudding race") or a bag / cloth, where the old method of cooking Christmas pudding isn't too far from what's done with kig ha farz.

As for King Arthur...

When Good King Arthur Ruled This Land A Nursery Rhyme When good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal To make a bag-pudding. A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuffed it well with plums; And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs. The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried.

As far as I could find out before deciding it was the "looking for a black cat in a darkened coal-cellar and BTW the cat isn't there" thing - ravioles, quenelles and possibly farz are the only French examples of what this Wikipedia link lists as a "dumpling".

If there IS some obscure or forgotten French regional dish which would qualify as le domplén Normande, la boulette de pâte or whatever, I'd love to know.

Accidentally called dumplings "Peking ravioli" in front of my New Jersey coworkers and I had to frantically explain that this wasn't some insane form of esoteric Italo-Chinese racism, that's just what they're called in Boston. Had to take a picture of a menu to prove it.

[traveler-at-heart]

Doctor's In - Part 16

Summary: Your Westview fam reunites with you and Boston as you prepare to leave the city.

A/N: I believe this is what @jerullium and I would call a filler episode but hey! Enjoy if you like Wanda fluff

-

You know what the call is about.

“Hello?” you practically sing, your eyes on the road.

“Stop that” Wanda warns you.

“Stop what?”

“Changing the music. You know I don’t like that girl!”

“Babe, Chappell is great” you play dumb.

“I’m the only redhead you can love”

“Yes, darling. Have you asked the kids yet?”

“Just about to. I’m picking them up before my mother steals my car and crashes against a police car. Again”

You want to laugh at how annoyed Wanda sounds. Honestly, you’re dying to meet her mother.

“Let me know if they agree to come so I can get your tickets”

“I can do that…”

“You’re all flying first class, and that’s final. Gotta go. Love ya”

“Me too… you’re playing her music again!” she says and you hang up, laughing.

“You guys are adorable” Val says, sitting next to you in the car.

“Yelena likes to call it ridiculously corny”

“So, not that this is any of my business… but why are you looking to work abroad if you are in a relationship with Wanda? I don’t think she’d be willing to move, right?”

“Well… that’s why I was curious about that summer program you mentioned with an NGO”

Valkyrie knew enough people and organizations to find something that wouldn’t mean moving to a different country indefinitely.

And as it turned out, you had a few common friends, including none other than Sharon Carter.

She was a couple years ahead of you in college, but you’d always gotten along. Thanks to Val, you knew she was ready to move back home -her whole family was in Boston- and you were hoping she could take an interest in working for Romanoff Medical Center.

After everything Melina had done for you (even if it was out of self interest to provide Yelena with a mentor), you didn’t feel comfortable just leaving without a thought after your contract was up.

As you go meet Sharon at the restaurant, your mind drifts to Billy and Tommy. Would they be excited at the prospect of seeing you? Wanda had only mentioned they went through a rough patch, but you were always too afraid to ask the details.

The sight of Sharon waving at you brings you back to reality.

“Carter girl” you greet like you did in college, hugging her.

“Look at you, all grown up”

“Look at you, working for WHO”

“It’s nothing, really” she shrugs it off, greeting Val as well.

There’s some talk about work, just chit chat while the waiter was hanging around waiting to take your order. Once he’s done and you have some space to talk more freely, Sharon turns to you, a smirk on her face.

“You still a player?”

That makes you choke on your drink, while Val whistles.

“What? Here I was thinking this one was a family gal”

“Wait, hold up. That’s insane. In college, she used to charm every girl. Not even the ones with boyfriends were safe” Sharon says, making you blush.

“I don’t seem to recall…”

“Jean Grey.”

“Ok, got it. No need to go further into detail” you interrupt her, suddenly remembering that yeah, you had been a bit of a player in college. “Now I’m with someone who has two kids, so I’m looking to return to Westview”

“Romanoff Medical is going to need a great Head of Trauma” Val chimes in.

“The pay is spectacular”

“Mhm. Heard Melina can be hard to deal with” Sharon says and you sigh.

“Honestly? Not as much. Not if you do your job and you’re good at it. Like me” you wink at her.

“Well, I’d be looking to start in a month or so, because I really wanna get some rest and be with my family”

“Timing couldn’t be better… except I need someone to cover for me this weekend. Do you mind?”

“That’s going to cost you a mimosa”

“Done” you say, waving at the waiter.

—

Wanda is stalling.

Things were getting better between her and the kids. There was no arguing, even if Billy had decided to quit the soccer team.

She knew they still missed you, but they were starting to heal. And your relationship was going well, but Wanda was afraid of so many things.

Of screwing it up again. Hurting the kids.

Getting hurt.

Though you’d never ever do it, she trusted you completely.

She’s still thinking about how to bring up the trip to the kids when she gets a text from you.

Y/N: Hey, it’s been a couple of hours. If you’re not ready or think it’s not the best idea to bring the kids, I get it. They always come first. Just know that I love you no matter what :)

Wanda smiles at that.

She decides to leave her study and go to the twins’ room, where they’re doing some homework.

“Hey, do you guys have a minute?” she sits in Billy’s bed, and Tommy joins them. “So, I know we haven’t spoken about Y/N. She’s been living and working in Boston”

“That’s where you’ve been traveling to” Tommy says, looking up.

“Right. And we ran into each other… started talking. She mentioned you could join me on my next trip and we’d all go around the city together. There are some cool stuff to do and see”

“Seriously? That would be awesome! Yes, I want to come with you!” Tommy says, excited. Wanda’s about to ask Billy when he jumps out of bed, running to lock himself in the bathroom.

“Wait here, sweetheart” she asks Tommy. “Billy? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t wanna go”

“Why? Are you angry at Y/N?”

“No”

“Then me?”

“No” he says, this time with less conviction.

“Then what is it?”

“You’re only making us go so you both can give us the talk” he says through the door, and Wanda decides to open it.

“What talk?” she sits on the floor next to her son, running her hands through his hair.

“The same talk Emily’s parents had with her when they were getting a divorce. About how it wasn’t her fault and they’d always love her even if they weren’t together”

“No, that’s not it at all, Billy”

“She just wants to say goodbye to us”

“I promise you that’s not it. We’re both trying hard to fix everything, my sweet boy. Have our family back” Billy turns around to wipe his face, and Wanda sighs. “Would it make you feel better if Y/N told you herself?”

That makes the boy turn.

Wanda takes out her phone, dialing your number and hoping you’re not too busy with work.

“Hey, beautiful. Got any news for me? Will I get to see my boys?”

“Y/N!” Billy jumps up, leaning his head against Wanda’s to hear you better.

“Billy? Hey kiddo. How are you? I’ve missed you so damn much”

He’s so excited he doesn’t even notice the curse word that leaves your mouth.

“I missed you too! Do you like Boston?”

“It’s alright. Would be a lot more fun if you guys came over to visit me. What do you say?”

“We’ll do some fun stuff?”

“And eat ice cream”

“This isn’t to say goodbye?”

“Goodbye? I have my ticket to Westview in a couple of weeks, Billy. You’re not getting rid of me”

“Ok, yeah! We’ll see you soon!” he says, excited. You laugh.

“Alright then. Now let me speak to your mom”

He hands over the phone, running back to his room.

“We have thirty seconds before Tommy comes running to talk to you”

“Ok, I’ll take it to say I love you and can’t wait to see you all this weekend”

“Will we stay at the penthouse?”

“I’m not sure it’s very child friendly so let’s get a suite at a nice hotel” you say, knowing the place was full of expensive things that could easily break with two kids running around.

Like clockwork, Tommy shows up, kneeling next to his mother.

“Y/N! Can we go to a Red Sox game?”

“I’ll see what I can do, buddy” you say. He keeps talking, asking questions about the city.

Billy joins in a second later, and this is the first time in months that Wanda’s seen them so happy and excited.

She can’t wait to have her entire family back together.

—

Rumor has it, Fury has found a replacement. He only schedules interviews when Darcy’s away and he asks goody two shoes Kamala Kahn to deliver all the CVs he needs to read.

She’d never move to the dark side, unfortunately.

Darcy is running out of ideas to keep the job open.

There’s one, though.

“Fuck it” she decides, walking to Fury’s office and ignoring his secretary when she says he’s busy.

He obviously isn’t, signing papers.

“Yes, Doctor Lewis?”

“I’d like to be considered”

“Considered for…” he says without look up.

“The position of Head of Trauma”

Now, that makes Fury pay attention. He smiles, removing his glases.

“I thought you wanted Y/N to come back to her old job”

“Well, she’s taking her sweet time and I don’t want anyone else running the ER. So, I’m your girl”.

“I still have to interview you” he says, pulling out Darcy’s file and reading it. “Darcy N. Lewis. What does the N stand for?”

“None of your business” Darcy snaps, forgetting she’s talking to her boss until Fury levels her with a glare. “Nora”

“Alright. Let’s start, shall we?”

—

Melina’s reviewing schedules when she hears a knock on the door.

“Ah, just who I wanted to see” she says when you walk inside.

“Have I done something?”

“Well, we have a pending discussion about your time with us, don’t we?” the woman says, and you appreciate how she goes straight to business.

“I am leaving after the three months we agreed on” you admit, sitting down in front of her.

“I assumed as much, seeing your girlfriend around these past few weeks”

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted it to not work out” you tease, and Melina huffs, offended.

“I’m not some kind of monster! If you’re happy, I am glad to hear it. I just know it’s gonna be incredibly difficult to find someone who can…”

You interrupt her rant by pushing Sharon’s CV in front of her. She skims through it, raising her eyebrows.

“She worked for the World Health Organization?”

“Mhm. Top of her class, outstanding in every way. She also brings a large network and a lot of prestige”

Needless to say, those are things Melina loves. You’re sure she’d be willing to throw another gala just to show off Sharon.

“We’d have to do a trial, show her around…”

“Already arranged it” you say, smiling. Melina keeps reading the file and you know she doesn’t need any more convincing, so you take your cue to leave. But there’s something more you wanna say, as you stand by the door. “Hey. Thank you for taking me in. You gave me a place to stay and a job when I was completely broken. I can’t imagine what I would have done without your help”

“Just make sure… she’s worth it all. That she values you as much as you do her, Y/N. This is your career, and a big sacrifice at that” the brunette says, her tone softer.

“You’re right. Thank you” you leave with a smile.

—

It feels like everyone decided to fly today. The airport is crowded, you can barely find room to walk and you know Wanda must be struggling with her bag and the two kids who are running around everywhere.

“God damn it” you sigh, hoping they’re managing through the sea of people.

You hear them before seeing them.

“Y/N!” Tommy screams. You don’t realise where he’s coming from until he crashes against your back, jumping as he hugs you.

“Hey, kiddo!” you try to turn around, only to see Billy sprinting at full speed. “Oh, oh”

He gives the final push that knocks you down, and you shriek as they climb on top of you.

“Boys! Honestly, what has gotten into you?” Wanda comes to the rescue a second later. “You ok?”

“Come here, you two” you sit up, hugging them. “Missed you like crazy”

“And what about me?” Wanda pouts. You laugh, standing up and kissing her.

“Of course I missed you too, beautiful”

Right on cue, they both groan and complain as Wanda kisses you back.

“I didn’t miss that” Tommy sasses you and you glare.

“In that case…” you grab Wanda by the waist, pulling her against you and peppering kisses all over her face.

“Baby” she laughs, and you silence her a second later with your lips.

“Blegh” they both say, grabbing their backpacks.

“Are they teens now?” you mumble against Wanda’s ear.

“No, teenage years will be much worse than this. Are you still up for it?”

“In it for the long run, baby”

Wanda has to go straight to a work meeting, but you stop by a second to greet Wendy, and make sure she gets a chance to meet the twins.

“I’ve heard so much about you!” the woman says.

“Tell Wendy what was your favorite story of hers growing up”

“Uh, the one where the kids go to space” Billy says shyly.

“And they take their dog! We have a dog too and we’d take him to space with us” Tommy agrees.

“Alright, astroboys, let them work. We’re going to a baseball game”

“Oh, no! I’m sad I’ll miss it. Have fun” Wanda lies.

You knew she’d be bored out of her mind so you decided it was as good a time as any to take them to the game.

“Yeah, those are so much fun” you say, knowing baseball is incredibly boring for you too. As Wanda says goodbye you pull her close and whisper in her ear. “I’m taking one for the team so be prepared to thank me later, babe”

“Stop” she tries not to laugh, knowing exactly what you mean. “And don’t eat a lot of junk food”

“You heard your mom”

“I wasn’t talking only to the kids”

“Rude”

As you expected, you still have no clue what’s going on but the kids enjoy eating nachos and watching men running around after a ball.

“Wow, Camarena is about to bat!”

“Oh, I met that guy in New York” you say, remembering how Zach was so excited about that player.

You really need to plan something in the summer for him to meet the twins.

As Camarena prepares to bat, you decide to FaceTime Zach.

“Where are yooou?” he says, annoyingly close to the screen. “Without me? Traitor”

“Who’s that?” Tommy says, looking away from the game for a split second.

“My brother”

“Hi, I’m uncle Zach”

“You can’t be our uncle. You’re too young” Billy huffs.

You’re about to tell them to settle when you hear the familiar sound of people cheering and shouting.

“Ah, shit. Not again”

Another ball falls right on your hand.

Tommy takes your phone, lifting it in the air and dancing with his brother as the camera pans to you.

Honestly, why are people so happy over catching a freakin ball?

Pretty soon you hope there’s another coming your way and knocks you down, because Zach is arguing over the phone with the boys.

“We should totally keep it!”

“Are you insane? If he asks for it you can get a picture with him and get him to sign stuff, that’s worth more!”

“It wouldn’t be the same”

Anyway, as the game ends you get called just like last time.

“You again?” the team manager recognises you and you shrug your shoulders.

“Hey, I’m just as surprised as you”

“Alright, how about a picture and a signed bat in exchange for the ball?”

You shake your head no and point at the kids.

“You’re asking the wrong person, pal. Negotiate with these two”

Why are you even surprised when they get all demanding? They are Wanda’s kids after all.

In the end, they get one picture each, two signed baseball balls, one of his hats and a glove.

“Come on, your mom’s waiting for us at the hotel. You two need to shower so we can grab some food”

“No shower when we’re on vacation!” they chant as you drive back.

“Nu-uh, you’re both stinky. Plus you hugged that stinky man”

“Can we have burgers and milkshakes?”

“You had nachos and popcorn and soda. Oh, by the way” you turn to look at them at the red light. “If your mother asks you didn’t eat all that. Just some popcorn”

“We can agree if we don’t have to shower”

“Shower and I’ll take you to the F1 arcade”

Billy and Tommy whisper in the back of the car, considering your proposal.

“Deal”

“Fist bump” you say, throwing one hand to the back seat so they can seal the deal.

You definitely missed acting like a kid with them.

—

Wanda was right. You’d never say it out loud because you don’t want her to get all cocky.

But the kids have been hyper ever since they arrived and you’re a little out of practice with taking care of them.

It’s day two and you’re hoping the museum can provide some distraction while you chill with Wanda.

“You ok, detka? Seems like you ran a marathon” Wanda comments with a smirk.

“I’m super fine. Just ate a lot for breakfast” you lie, but still keep her close to your side, hoping you can sit down and watch the kids run around.

And for a little while, everything’s going well. Until you stumble upon an exhibition.

“Hall of Human Life” you read out loud.

It’s like Disneyland for doctors.

“That’s so cool!” you say, watching the model of an artery with high blood pressure. Tommy and Billy pick up on your enthusiasm, following you everywhere and asking questions as they go through every station of the exhibit.

Apparently, there’s a little contest at the end and you join a group of children sitting on the floor.

“Alright” the staff woman says, looking around. “Who can tell me how many bones are in the human body?”

“206!” you shout from the back, making every kid turn to look at you.

“Correct… uh, let’s just raise our hands to answer” the woman asks, thrown off by the sight of an adult in a children’s activity. “Does anyone remember three parts of the eye? Anyone?”

You’re the only one raising your hand, and the woman gives up with a sigh.

“Sclera, iris and retina”

It keeps happening with a couple of questions and Wanda is torn between letting you crash the activity or ask you to join her in the back.

As you get ready to argue with a 12 year old over an incorrect answer, Wanda decides you better get going.

“Come here, baby”

“Ok, what you said is incorrect. 1 in 500 people have a cervical rib” you keep arguing with the kid while Wanda drags you away.

“Here” she pushes you to the back of an exhibit.

“Hey, I was just…”

“We should let the kids enjoy themselves for a bit, don’t you think?” she asks and you’re about to argue when her lips are on yours.

“Yeah, that’s alright I guess” you sigh, a shiver running down your spine when Wanda bites your bottom lip.

“So, wanna discuss anatomy with a kid or show me what you know in this little corner?”

“I’m definitely staying here” you say, making out like teenagers.

You only notice the activity is over when the kids come looking for you.

“Gross” Tommy says.

“Hey, keep that up and we’ll go through the baby section again”

“Nooo” they both run away, traumatized by the drawings.

“How I missed babysitting the three of you” Wanda laughs.

You walk down the rest of the museum, commenting on your favorite thing in each area. As you discuss if they want to go to the aquarium after having some food, Wanda decides to get some souvenirs from the gift shop, Tommy tagging along in hopes of getting a t-shirt.

“You don’t want a t-shirt, beautiful boy?” you ask Billy, and he smiles when you call him that. It’s his favorite thing, from that John Lennon song.

“I don’t want you to be alone”

“I’ll be fine. Go with Mom, help her shop for something for Pietro and Grandma”

“It’s ok” he insists. You hug him and he leans on your side.

“How have you been? Heard you’re not really into soccer these days”

“No, I only went because Tommy liked it. But it’s not my favorite thing. Plus Daniel was being kind of mean” he mutters.

“Isn’t he Dick’s… I mean, Richard’s kid?” you stumble over the nickname.

“Yeah. He was saying that it wasn’t right that mom was with you and that was why I was weird too”

You take a deep breath, turning to look at him.

“You know that’s not right”

“Yeah. Tommy kicked his ass for that. Don’t tell mom I said a bad word” he remembers and his expression makes you forget the anger for a second.

“My lips are sealed”

In that precise moment, Wanda and Tommy come back. Tommy has some dinosaur stuff that he bought for his brother and they’re busy checking everything out.

“Wow, what’s going on?” Wanda says when you pull her aside.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you whisper, shaking with anger.

“Tell you what? Y/N, calm down”

“I’m going to kill him”

“Kill who?”

“Dick, Richard, whatever his name is. He hurt Billy and I’m going to…”

“I already dealt with it, please calm down” Wanda asks.

“Unless you ran him over with your car, it’s not enough”

“I did threaten him with that” she says, which makes you laugh. “I’m serious. I did tell him I’d do it”

Wanda puts her hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at her.

“Are you better now?”

“Yeah. You should have told…”

“I wanted to but you weren’t there. So I had to deal with it the best I could” she says and you hang your head in defeat.

You hope one day the guilt of leaving like a coward can disappear.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I pushed you away, remember? Let’s just get something to eat. Ok?”

“Ok” you kiss the back of her hand, sighing.

“Look what we got you!” Tommy interrupts, unaware of the tension between you and her mom.

He shows you a plastic dinosaur with a cowboy hat and you scream.

“Coolest thing ever!”

“Three kids” Wanda laughs, walking away as you alternate between rawr and yeehaw sounds, holding the dinosaur up in the air.

—

The kids wouldn’t get on the plane until you showed them your ticket to Westview. Even then, they complained that two weeks was a long wait.

But still, they got on the plane and you were  seeing Wanda next Thursday, as it was her final meeting with Wendy’s team.

“Love you two”

“Love you three” they answered and how you missed hearing those words from them.

Everything is still the same when you go back to work. But the kids visit has made you look at things differently.

You don’t feel so alone, and you’re more optimistic about the future. Even Lorne has noticed and is taking full advantage of your mood.

Yelena’s the one with the attitude as soon as you come back.

“Anything interesting happened this weekend?”

“Ask your friend” she says without looking up from her notes.

“What did you think of Sharon?”

“She’s fine. Whatever”

“Fine as in attractive or fine as in capable? I hope it’s the latter because Bishop won’t be happy about the other one…”

“Can you stop being so fucking annoying for a second?” she snaps, standing up to leave.

It’s like that the entire day. You ask her to do something and she complains, speaks through her teeth or simply refuses to acknowledge you.

The only thing you can think to do of is bitch about it to Natasha.

“Is your sister in her late teenage years or some shit?”

“She’s just pissed because you’re leaving” Natasha doesn’t look up either, well aware of Yelena’s behavior.

“Well, she knew I was leaving after three months! That’s hardly a shock”

“You were the one that said you’d never move to Boston and here you are” she levels you with an icy glare. “You can’t really blame her for hoping you’d stick around longer than three months”

“I guess, but still. It’s nothing personal”

“She gets attached easily. Ask mom how many strays she picked on the street”

“So now I’m a dog?” you say, and Natasha smiles.

“Yeah, like a retriever. You’re always goofy. Plus you catch all those balls like it’s second nature”

“Heard about the other game, huh?”

“I’m not going to assume what Yelena thinks or feels, but you should definitely talk to her” Natasha looks at you. “And for what is worth, you’ve made a good impact on the staff. They’re gonna miss you too”

“Are you?” you say when she stands up to leave.

“Nope. I’m taking your parking spot”

“Hey!”

She looks back and smiles. You return the gesture, knowing what she’s trying to say.

“It’s a nice parking spot” you admit. “Closer to the cafeteria”

“Exactly. See you later”

“Thanks. For helping me out with Yelena. And for wanting to be my friend even though I can be an ass” you say.

“You’re a nice ass. Wait, that came out wrong” she frowns and you laugh.

“I got the point”

Natasha smiles and nods your way one last time. And as far as you’re concerned, you’d really want to keep avoiding Yelena, but you better go and find her.

She’s in an on call room, and all but groans when you walk inside.

“I’m leaving in two weeks. Believe or not, it’s not easy for me to make this choice, Yelena. I know staying would be better for my career. Your mom is paying me shitloads of money. And the city has its charm, I’m not gonna lie”

“Ok, is there a point or…?”

“I’m coming back to Westview because… I found the one thing I never thought I’d have. A family that loves me. After my dad passed away I didn’t really have a place to call home. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here at all, because it was unfair to create an expectation. But I won’t lie and say I regret it. You’ve grown so much and you have so much talent. I’m really fucking proud of being your teacher”

Yelena looks away, and you sigh.

“Anyways, better get back to…”

“Thank you. Even if it was for a short time, I’m happy you were my teacher” she finally says, wiping a tear and smiling at you.

“Thanks, kid. We are a good team” you sit next to her, nudging her knee with yours. “One could even say we trauma bonded, huh?”

“I hate you”

—

The last thing you want to hear after a very bad shift is Lorne’s voice proposing to play a game.

“I just feel like I never got to know you!” he insists.

“Walking in on me changing clothes wasn’t enough for you? Glad you’re knocking after that, by the way”

To be honest, it was fun to watch him shriek as he saw you half naked. And how he volunteered to take the sexual harrassment course even though it was pretty obvious he didn’t mean to be a peeping tom.

“No, I mean things like, your favorite cake flavor, or favorite color. And are you a balloon girl? Or more of a glitter gal?”

“Neither. I don’t want a farewell party” you say, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

It’s stupid to throw a party to someone who’s been part of the staff for only three months. And from day one, everyone knew you weren’t staying.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he plays dumb and you chuckle, signing forms while you check your watch.

You better get going if you want to pick up Wanda from her meeting.

“Mhm. No parties. Seriously” you hand over the charts, glaring at him.

He nods, but you don’t really believe he’ll give up. If Yelena sides with him, you’ll have to accept your fate.

“Ready to go?” Sharon says, greeting you at the hallway.

She’s been picking up some shifts, to see if she likes the job. Melina made her an offer as soon as she sat down for the interview and you’re convinced the only reason she hasn’t let you leave early is because Yelena would throw a tantrum.

“Yeah, I have to pick up Wanda. How’s everything? You like it here?”

“Very much, everyone’s nice. The facilities are amazing and it’s a very interesting challenge. Don’t tell anyone yet, but I’m accepting the job offer”

“Congratulations. They’re very lucky to have you” you say, smiling.

“Thank you, for recommending me. I’ll let you go now” she says when she gets paged.

By the time you reach the address Wanda sent out, she’s wrapping up the meeting.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, I’m sorry” you say as you walk in on people chatting around the conference room.

“Not at all, please come in” Wendy says.

“Hello, darling” Wanda greets you with a kiss on the cheek. “We were only talking about tonight. There’s this party with some editors”

“Oh, that sounds nice” you try not to sound disappointed, because you were hoping to spend the evening with Wanda.

“Sorry for the short notice but you’re going to be my plus one” Wanda puts her arm around your waist and you relax against her.

“Can’t say no to my girl”

As you’re saying goodbye, Wendy’s assistant stops by. There’s a wave of excitement as soon as Lily shows off the baby.

“I thought it was a boy” Wanda says, approaching her.

“We did too. Apparently our doctor’s stupid. No offense, Y/N”

“Hey, I just rode in the ambulance. But congrats. What’s her name?”

“Marygold”

“I love that name” Wanda and you say at the same time.

Lily hands over the baby to Wanda, and as she cooes at the little girl, you look over her shoulder, your hand on Wanda’s waist.

“She’s such a cutie”

“You both look good with a baby” Wendy jokes and you smile.

“Babe, they’re conspiring to get us pregnant”

Wanda tries to laugh at your joke, but your closeness is distracting. She wants to focus on Marygold but gives up a moment later, and you intercept the baby before she returns to her mother’s arms.

“You’re gonna have to teach me that move” Lily comments when you sway her gently and lull her back to sleep.

“Natural talent, I’m afraid” you joke.

You’re so focused on the baby that you don’t notice Wanda’s intense gaze on you.

Of course, someone else takes Marygold and you leave with Wanda.

“So, work thing, huh? Sounds fun. Is it more business, casual?”

“Just a small dinner, nothing fancy. And we definitely don’t have to stay for long” she says, looking out the window.

“You ok?” you ask after a few moments of silence, placing your hand on her thigh.

“Yeah” Wanda turns to smile at you.

You miss the way she shivers when you squeeze her thigh, and Wanda’s sure you’re keeping your hand there in an innocent gesture.

But seeing you holding a baby, with your strong arms (that are a lot more buff now) practically made her ovulate on the spot.

She has to be extremely patient, but once you’re in your building and the elevator’s doors close, Wanda corners you, her pupils dilated.

“Wanda?” you say, completely blindsided by the way she has you against the metal walls.

“I want you… fuck. I want you to put a baby in me”

Your attention is split between her words and the fact she’s unbotting her blouse in the middle of the elevator.

“I, technically… biologically, I mean” you stutter as she reveals a black lace bra.

“You’re not even gonna try?” she taunts, undoing your pants and sinking her hand to play with your clit through your underwear.

“Fuck, not what I meant, bunny” you mutter against her temple, while she edges you. “Can you behave until we get there?”

“No” she says against your lips, swallowing your moans.

The doors open into the Penthouse and you’re about to carry Wanda to the bedroom when she pushes you away.

“Why?”

“Give me five minutes to change”

“You don’t need to change, you’re gonna be naked” you whine, taking a look at her cleavage.

“So you don’t wanna see the entire thing? It has stockings. And a thong”

“Can I rip it off of you?”

“No. They were very expensive”

“I’ll reimburse you” you insist. She laughs and you pout, but let her walk to the room, with an extra sway to her hips just to tease you.

You pace around the kitchen, like a caged animal. To be fair, last time Wanda was here you didn’t have a chance to be alone.

That makes you remember the thing you bought and stored inside the safe, just to make sure no one would find it. If Wanda wants to play dirty, you should surprise her as well.

While you adjust the new toy, the bedroom door opens and you practically sprint inside.

“Oh, my”

Wanda’s sitting in bed, her hair down. You take it all in, starting from the heels she’s still wearing, to her beautiful slender legs, the stockings held by a suspender belt.

You kneel at the foot of the bed, and she’s happy to make room for you between her legs.

“No ripping” she warns you as a hand reaches for her thighs.

“I’m not…”

“I’m serious” she says, gripping your chin between her fingers. “Say you understand”

“I understand”

“Good girl”

“You know, you should be the one begging” you say, your hands going up and down her calves while you kiss the exposed skin. “Weren’t saying you wanted me to get you nice and pregnant?”

“It doesn’t hurt to remind you I call the shots”

“Do you, now?” you smile up at her and Wanda holds her breath. She understands a second too late, that you have something of your own to tease her with.

With a chuckle, you push her thong aside and dart your tongue out, tasting her. You both moan and she places her hand in your head, pulling you closer.

You can tell she’s close when you feel her movig her hips against your mouth, so you slow down, until she’s whining.

“I didn’t say you could stop” she says.

“You better watch your tone or I’ll fuck the attitude out of you, baby” you stand up, puling your shirt up. Wanda’s hands go down your abs, which is amusing. Ever since you got back together, it hasn’t been lost on you how she eyes them and tries to get little peaks when your shirt rides up.

“Did you get a new…?” she says when her hand goes lower, feeling the strap on that you’re packing.

“See? I am putting a baby in you” you smile, pushing your thumb past her lips.

Wanda pulls your pants down, and takes the plastic cock between her hands. It takes you by surprise when she spits on it and then smears her saliva all over it. Before you can do anything else, her mouth is on it, and the pressure goes directly to your clit.

“Come on, let me fuck you” you plead, though you’re on the edge.

“Good old missionary?” Wanda pulls you down with her, your lips meeting in a messy kiss.

“God, yes, I want to hear your pretty moans” you say, lining up the toy against her cunt, and you find no resistance as you slide inside.

“Fuck, yes” Wanda moans, holding the back of your neck. You thrust harder when you feel her heels digging on your back, and she’s everywhere. Her scent is invading your nose, you feel her hot breath against your ear and her moans are all you can hear as you keep fucking her, losing control until she practically screams your name.

“Fuck, that was good” she says, as you keep moving your hips, waiting for her breathing to slow down. “I need a minute”

“Ok, I’ll just stay inside and focus on these two” you say, pulling the bra down and sucking on one of her nipples.

Wanda’s protests die down in her throat as you move to the other nipple, readjusting so you’re buried deeper inside.

She pushes you and you’re about to complain when she flips you over, straddling your lap.

“Alright then. Round two”

“Bring it, Maximoff”

—

It’s a miracle you leave the penthouse at all. Between having sex on every surface, eating and sleeping, it’s time to leave for Wanda’s work dinner.

“You look very fuckable, baby” you compliment her mini skirt, knee high boots and long sleeved sweater.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all day?”

“I mean, I could picture pulling that skirt up and just fucking you against a wall” you say, laughing when she puts her head against the headrest.

“Lets forget about this work thing and go back to bed, please?”

“That’s not very professional of you”

“I know. But you’re not playing fair”

“It will be worth the wait, I promise”

Wanda gets out of the car as you talk to the valet. She walks inside, saying hello to a few people and picking up a glass of wine. She’s about to greet Wendy when a man gets in her way. It’s one of the assistant editors, though she can’t even remember his name.

“Hey, Wanda. Glad to see you made it”

“Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world” she says, though she would absolutely miss it for more hours of hot sex with you.

“I didn’t bring anyone either, so maybe we could be each other’s date?” he jokes, but Wanda doesn’t smile at that.

“Actually, I…” she tries to say but he completely ignores her.

“As a matter of fact, I regret not doing this sooner, but I wanted to ask you out. And I know this is your last trip to Boston but I was hoping we could…”

You walk in that precise moment, smiling at Wanda.

“Hi there, sorry. Had to make sure they knew how to park the Corvette. I’ll have what she’s having” you turn to the man, who shifts on his feet, clearly uncomfortable.

“Not a waiter. I’m an assistant editor. Working on Wendy’s book. I’m sorry, I didn’t know Wanda was bringing a friend”

“I didn’t know either. Who did you invite, baby?” you play dumb, knowing exactly what was going on.

“No one, my love. This is my girlfriend, Y/N” Wanda leans against you.

“Doctor Y/L/N” you correct her before he can introduce himself. You don’t want to be on a first name basis with this asshole.

“My name’s Bobby. So, what kind of doctor? Eye stuff?”

“Trauma. ER stuff”

“Drunk people and broken bones?” he tries to joke.

“No, more like stab wounds. You’d be surprised how much damage you can do with the tiniest thing” you comment, picking up a tiny fork with a bored expression. “I mean, just the right spot and your entire carotid blows up. Gone in three seconds”

“Oh, darling, not everyone gets your medical humor” Wanda laughs a little too loud, pulling you away. “Anyways, nice talking to you, Bobby”

Bitch ass Bobby.

“Shut up” Wanda nudges your side, but she’s laughing too.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes” she smiles when you pull her close.

“Didn’t like the way he was staring. I mean, you are beautiful and everyone should acknowledge it. But he looked like he thought he had a chance”

“Nothing could be further from the truth”

“Between this and tiny Dick back in Westview I’m thinking I should put a ring on it before they cause any more trouble” you laugh, kissing her temple.

It’s a joke and Wanda can tell, because immediately after speaking you’re gulfing down entrees and talking about your plans for tomorrow, but she still thinks about the ring she found and how it’s been sitting on a box for three months now.

“Everything ok, babe?”

“Yeah, just tired” she says, and it’s not exactly a lie, not after four hours worth of cardio.

“We can relax tomorrow. I’ll cook for you” you promise.

Wendy and other people approach you and you’re charming them in no time. It’s very amusing to learn they all heard the story of Lily’s baby and how you walked in to save the day.

Speaking of which, at some point during the evening, someone calls for a doctor.

“Huh” you comment when you spot Bobby coughing, something clearly stuck on his throat.

“Go” Wanda pushes you, but you lean against the bar, sipping on your drink.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. He has one more minute before it gets dangerous”

But at Wanda’s insistence, you sigh and put your glass down, walking towards the man.

“Alright, here we go” you say, doing the good old Heimlich maneuver on him. Though your grip might be a little too strong as you squeeze his mid section.

Something comes flying out of his mouth and you put him down, looking bored.

“See? He’s fine” you say when you return to sit next to Wanda. He looks anything but, shaking and losening his tie. “I mean, he’s not dying”

Wanda rolls her eyes, but kisses your cheek. You spend the rest of the evening glued to her side, hands wandering down her back and gripping her waist. It’s like you’re addicted to feeling Wanda’s body against yours.

“You’re making it really hard to focus” she teases when you’re finally alone.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m gonna miss you. I know I’m going back to Westview next week but I…”

“What?”

“It’s nothing” you look away, sighing.

“Detka”

But Wendy takes Wanda to meet some people, and you stay at the bar, looking around the room. When Wanda finally comes back, she can tell you’re tired and she says goodbye to everyone.

“Lets walk for a bit” she asks, taking your hand and pulling you towards a park. You nod and follow her, still thinking about everything you’re feeling.

Your thougts are interrupted by a street musician, singing a song you’re not familiar with.

“I know this one” Wanda says, reading your expression. “Reflecting light”

“It’s really beautiful”

“Come on” she offers her other hand, and you smile, your hands on her waist as she rests her head on your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” she finally asks and you laugh.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“I know you”

“I just…” you sigh, looking at her. “I’m going back to Westview and I have to undo the mess I left at the hospital. The city will be the same, but I’m not the same anymore… and I don’t know, I’m scared that everything will just feel wrong, or I’ll screw up”

“Sweetheart” Wanda interrupts your rambling. “I don’t think either one of us is the same. But that’s a good thing. It means we learned from our mistakes and we’re stronger. It’s gonna be alright”

“You promise?”

“I can promise you this. I’m here for better and worse”

"Sickness and health?” you joke, but your heart beats faster when Wanda looks into your eyes, nodding slowly.

“Yes, my love. Through all of that” she promises, kissing you softly.

As you sway to the soft music, you both think about the future together.

It’s looking good as long as you have each other.

[dreamsteddie]

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Written for the @stmarchmm day one prompt “courting rituals” | Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Courting Rituals, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington - Also on Ao3

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Eddie knows he doesn’t have much going for him in terms of mating material.

Despite presenting as an Alpha early at age twelve, something that should have given him some kind of status in a town like Hawkins, there’s always been something about him that makes people turn their noses up at him, close doors in his face. He’s kind of wishy-washy when it comes to the things he’s not passionate about, he smells like wet pavement and cigarette smoke, and can’t for the life of him seem to graduate high school.

He also can’t grow a beard, can’t remember to separate the darks from the lights, can’t tie his shoes without using the bunny ears method, can’t hop in place and rub his tummy, can’t- 

Well the point is, there are a lot of “can’t”s in his life and never a whole lot of “can”s

The one thing Eddie can do without a shadow of a doubt is pursue delusions of grandeur with a single-minded determination. No matter how hard this shit-hole town and all its designation-obsessed inhabitants have tried to beat him into the dirt over the years, he’s never let go of his dreams. Some day, he’s going to play songs for the entire goddamn planet, making millions of dollars off lyrics inspired by all the games and books that have gotten his head shoved in the Hawkin’s High toilets over the years, and Mayor Kline will have to give him a key to the city while Eddie Munson, town freak, gives him the middle finger.

And, if all the stars align and the Big Guy upstairs he doesn’t believe in does him several solids, he’ll be doing it with Steve Harrington standing by his side.

The guys think he’s crazy—Eddie thinks he’s crazy—but Eddie is determined to give his all into courting Steve Harrington before their shared senior year ends. He’s, by and large, the most eligible Omega in all of Hawkins, even with his recent breakup with Nancy Wheeler under his belt. No amount of ditching the popular crowd, adopting a bunch of children, and becoming best friends with band geek Robin Buckley has been enough to deter the Alphas of Hawkins High, even if some of them won’t admit it.

Eddie takes great pleasure in watching every failed courting offer. Steve has always been picky about who he lets take him out, but he hasn’t taken up a single Alpha’s offer since Nancy and the rejections are getting more brutal by the day. Eddie suspects it’s Robin’s influence and if that is the case he needs to thank her profusely because Eddie goes a little weak in the knees every time he sees Steve literally turn up his perfect nose at an offer.

So, the odds aren’t looking good. Steve is picky and Eddie is famously a poor, nobody freak, not the kind of guy with the resources to properly woo a guy like Steve, but what Eddie does have is a lot of passion and a strong desire to prove himself. 

So Eddie has a capital P Plan.

“Hey Buckley,” Eddie says sliding up to the girl where she’s packing up at the bleachers after practice. She gives him a scrutinizing look and clearly finds him lacking, squinting her eyes at him like he’s a little bug landed on her shoulder. Irritating and suspicious. Which, rude. “I was wondering if a fine lady like yourself would happen to know what one Steve Harrington might be hoping for in a courting” Robin clearly wasn’t expecting him to come right out and ask, her blue eyes going wide.

“What the fuck, Munson!” She crows, clearly embarrassed by his lack of tact.

“What!?” He fires back, not understanding what the big deal is. He wants to court Steve and Robin is the best source of information on how to go about it.

“You can’t just ask that, you doofus,” she hisses, lavender scent going smokey like brush fire.

“Why not? I want to court him, like, publicly. Everyone’s gonna know in a couple weeks anyway. Shouldn’t you be glad you’re the first to know?” He huffs. He knows it’s not exactly the done thing to go around telling people you’re going to court someone. You’re supposed to be delicate. Hint at it and build up little courting gifts and don’t look anyone in the eye. It’s dumb as hell and Eddie wants no part of it. Besides, so far as Eddie has seen, that method hasn’t worked on Steve anyway. Eddie may as well go about this in his own way, which includes getting insider information.

Still clearly not impressed, Robin says “You? You want to court Steve? Resident anti-conformist, jock-hating, Eddie Munson wants to court Steve Harrington. Why?” Her tone is clearly disbelieving, which, again, rude.

“Uh, I mean, have you seen him with those kids? He’s wicked hot with that whole mom thing he’s got going on.” At that, Robin gags. “And, I mean, I know he’s a jock but he’s also an Omega and he pretty much said fuck it to Hawkin’s High when he presented and refused to give up his position as captain. That was super fucking metal,” he says all earnest.

“And I like the way he smells, like a fresh cinnamon roll. And we shared an English class once and he asked me about the doodle of a Beholder I worked on instead of taking notes. And I know I’m not exactly a prime Alpha but I don’t think that really matters. At least not to me. I want to kiss him and make sweet love to him and have babies with him and -” Robin cuts him off with a hand over his mouth.

“Ok, I get it. You like him.” She says that, but she’s still looking at him like she can’t figure him out. “Alright…I don’t know if I like you Eddie but I’ll throw you a bone. Just one, got it? And if you fuck it up, I’m not helping you again.” She says, waiting for him to nod before removing her hand from his mouth.

Eddie takes a deep, overdramatic breath in like he’s just breached water. “Got it.”

Robin takes a deep breath of her own. “Steve’s been propositioned for courting 19 times since he presented and he’s only said yes to one. One-off dates not included.” She hasn’t stopped looking him straight in the eye, making sure he pays attention. “Nancy gave him a set of handwritten notes for history because she noticed he was struggling. All the other Alphas got him fancy jewelry, useless house stuff, and generic valentine's day crap.” With that, she gives him one last, long look before grabbing her trumpet and leaving, the sound of metal clanging under her feet following in her wake.

“Thanks, Buckey!” He calls out, waving his hand wildly at her retreating back. She ignores him.

Well, no matter. He’s got a courting to plan.

The thing about courting when you have $3.45 to your name after rent and gas is that you have to get creative. Which isn’t a problem, Eddie breathes creativity. If he wasn't already “The Freak” he’s sure he would be Eddie “The Creative” Munson. Really, it has a nice ring to it.

The problem comes with making something with $3.45 that is also a worthy courting gift for Steve Harrington. Which, given Robin’s tip, might not be as big a concern as he would have thought. But even if Steve would be happy with a heartfelt love letter and those peanut butter brownies Eddie knows he likes, there’s a part of him that wants to blow every other Alpha and Beta that came before him completely out of the water. Maybe especially Nancy Wheeler.

Sue him, he wants to be the best.

Which leaves him with the option of a gesture. Eddie loves a gesture, but this one is going to require some help. Luckily, Eddie knows where every gang of geeks in Hawkin’s makes their dens, even if they’re not his gang of geeks. It comes with being Head Freak. It’s his responsibility, really.

Which is how he finds himself in the Hawkins Middle AV club room being stared down by a bunch of beady-eyed thirteen year olds on the verge of presenting. Jesus, these kids are intense.

“So yeah, that’s what I’m planning,” he finishes explaining. Would it kill them to look a little impressed? He’s pretty proud of it himself. Instead of sharing looks of awe, the six of them share looks of judgement between them, obviously having a silent conversation between them like some kind of hive mind. Eddie will never admit it makes him sweat a little bit.

“You want to ask to court Steve. Steve Harrington?” the tall, skinny one asks like he can’t believe it. Eddie doesn’t know if the disgust is for him or for the Omega. Either way, ouch.

“Yes,” he replies, sweating a little more. They all share more looks, the redhead in particular is looking at him like he’s gum stuck on the bottom of her shoes. 

“Why?” The curly one asks, firm and more seriously than any kid that dorky looking should have any right to speak. Seriously, he looks like a poodle in a Star Wars shirt and a trucker hat. But, Eddie knows enough about Steve to know that these are his kids, his pups, and despite how much it chafes him to have people continually asking why he wants to court Steve, like it isn’t obvious, he knows these pups are just looking out for their pack Omega.

With a deep sigh, Eddie explains for the second time in less than a week, everything he loves about Steve Harrington. At the end of his speech, the pups stare at him for a long moment before simultaneously turning their back on him to form an honest to God huddle. Seriously, the hive mind thing is looking more and more likely. Maybe he should use this for a campaign. Very Children of the Corn.

While Eddie is lost in his musing, they seem to come to some kind of conclusion, breaking up and returning to one solid, unbreakable line. It’s the other girl, hair short and at that awkward growing out length that Eddie knows all too well that steps forward. All these kids are intense, but there’s something especially severe about her, something Eddie only half recognizes.

“We will help you,” she says, quiet and solemn. 

This is going to fucking fantastic, Eddie thinks, wild grin splitting across his face.

It’s embarrassingly easy to sneak a band of six middle schoolers and one elementary schooler into the school after hours. The kids met him outside the building just at exactly 4:00 PM the Friday after their meeting in the AV room just as they planned. The addition of the feisty ten year old was unexpected, but she proved herself invaluable in charming the one teacher that stopped them on their way to the radio room, spinning some tale about being so excited for higher learning that they wanted to explore the high school. Eddie thinks Erica Sinclair should run the world.

The kids are a well oiled, if slightly annoying, machine. As soon as Eddie pops the door open they’re getting to work figuring out how the PA system works and how long the range is. Dustin and Lucas insist that they move the entire unit closer to the field, and Max and Will are quick to source a cart for the whole thing. In record time they’re all piling into the coaches office, the one with a clear view of the basketball court where the team is running their Friday drills. Honestly, it feels a little like they’re highjacking Eddie’s plan, but the smiles on their face and their puppy sweet excitement softens the blow a little.

“You ready?” The curly haired one, Dustin, asks while offering him the mic.

“I was born for this, Dusty,” he says, snatching the mic out of his hand and taking his place outside the main gym doors.

Despite what he said, Eddie is nervous. He shakes his hands and bounces in place, trying to shake it off. Before he’s ready, he hears the slightly crackly jazzy intro pouring through the speakers. He counts his beats, waiting for his que. He spent hours planning this, recording the background music with the band, turning the lyrics over and over in his head, even practicing his grand entrance. He’s as ready as he can be.

God, he hopes this works.

And there’s his que, that little pause in the music just enough time for him to push open the doors to the main gym with all his strength, relishing in the dramatic banging sound.

All eyes are on him. Steve’s eyes are on him.

You're just too good to be true,

Can't take my eyes off of you,

He sings as he walks. All the activity in the gym has come to a halt, everyone too confused and curious to stop it. He’s looking right at Steve, who turns his head like he’s expecting to see someone else behind him. He’s so cute, Eddie wants to eat him alive.

At long last love has arrived,

And I thank God I'm alive,

You're just too good to be true

Eddie knows he doesn’t have a lot of time, any moment now principle Higgins and his one security lackey are going to bust through the doors to find out who stole the announcement equipment. This is the moment, the one that needs to count. Eddie saunters right up to Steve like his heart isn’t trying to beat out of his chest and kneels down like a knight to their king. He takes his hand, and Steve lets him as he sings the next line looking right up into those beautiful hazel eyes.

Can't take my eyes off of you.

He turns the hand in his own over to expose the Omega’s wrist just as the music pauses and presses a soft, lingering kiss to the gland there. A courting kiss.

Almost like he planned it, the doors burst open a second time revealing the fuming face of Principle Higgins and his goon. He turns a manic grin Steve’s way just as the music picks back up, cutting straight to the chorus. He presses one last kiss to Steve’s wrist and takes in the way his pretty, pink lips are parted in disbelief, eyes wide and then he’s running.

I love you baby,

And if it's quite alright,

I need you baby,

To warm the lonely nights

Let it never be said that Eddie Munson, for all the ways he fails to be the ideal Alpha, doesn’t have a hell of a lot of stamina. He’s been a proud runner all his life, and he’s using it to his advantage today to put on a show. He’s singing and he’s running as Higgins and Officer Jerry chase his tail like they have any hope of catching him when he doesn’t want to be caught, when he can see the most beautiful boy in the world laughing at him in disbelief as he ducks and dodges around the court.

But even Eddie has his limits and, like he said, he planned this to a T. He can feel himself running out of breath but he refuses to call it before the climax. He’s stomping his way up the bleachers, making a show of going between the rows dancing like he’s in an old hollywood musical. Higgin’s is closing in, but there’s now way he’s getting caught. Not today. He puts in a burst of speed, leaving them in the dust and putting himself right at the top of the wooden stands, singing directly to Steve who is absolutely glowing on the court.

And let me love you,

Baby let me love you…

The music gives one last swell, the Corroded Coffin of two days ago pouring their heart out for the Eddie of today. The music comes to an abrupt halt, the gym very quickly filling with laughter and applause. The kids are screaming their heads off in the office, loud enough to draw Steve’s attention to where they can be seen through the large window. The joy and disbelief on Steve’s face makes all of this worth it, no matter what happens next.

Eddie wishes he could relish in it longer, but the goon squad is gaining ground fast and he has one last message to give before he hauls ass into the next phase of his plan. He starts inching his way toward the exit, not taking his eyes off Steve as he goes. He needs him to hear this.

“Steve Harrington, it would be the honor of my life to court you with the intention of mating. Meet me at the lake at seven if you’ll hear me out.” And with that, he’s gone. He wishes he could stay to see his reaction, but he’s out of time.

He pushes through the emergency exit to the sound of hollering and clapping, all he can do now is commence with phase two.

Phase two mainly consists of picking everything up from the trailer, changing into his nice clothes, and heading toward Lover’s Lake to set everything up.

Eddie thinks this is the most nerve wracking part of the whole plan. In many ways, the whole big performance was the easy part. Eddie loves to perform, eats up the attention like a cat laps up milk. This, the full bearing of his heart to the Omega he wants to spend his life with, is far scarier than anything else. Here in the back of his van, the paper hearts and pillar candles, hand-picked daisies and hand-made peanut butter brownies, leave him completely exposed.

He wonders if Steve will show up.

He wishes he didn’t set up so god damn early. The waiting is excruciating.

The Alpha paces around, adjusts the blankets on the bottom of the van and then decides they were better before, and checks his watch every half minute like it will make time move faster. He sits and watches the hands turn from 6:59 to 7:00. Maybe Steve won’t come. Maybe this was all for nothing and he’ll have to go back to school on Monday and pretend like he isn’t heartbroken.

His watch continues to tick. 7:03, 7:07, 7:10. He’s getting ready to pick it all back up when he hears the muffled sound of tires on soft dirt. Suddenly, his heart is in his throat as he watches the distinct headlights of his favorite Beamer turn into the clearing.

Eddie scrambles to his feet, he has a plan to carry out.

He watches, heart in his throat as Steve parks. Watches as the door opens and Steve emerges, a sweet, sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry I’m late.” Steve looks like a dream. He clearly went home and had a shower and a change of clothes. He’s wearing light wash jeans that hug his thighs and a soft looking, deep red sweater, the collar of a white dress shirt peeking out from underneath. He’s dressed up for Eddie.

There’s a long pause where Eddie forgets how to speak and Steve just stands there, clearly waiting for Eddie to make a move. Eddie comes back to himself all at one, shaking his head hard like a dog, making Steve let out a startled laugh. “What the hell?” He asks, not mean, but bemused. 

“My deepest apologies my liege, I was simply stunned by your beauty,” he says with a half bow, extending his arm for Steve to take. “It is my pleasure to welcome you to Cafe Munson, the finest pop up restaurant this side of Indiana.” It’s goofy and a little ridiculous but Steve takes the offered arm with a little smile, sending a pleasant jolt through his body. 

Eddie leads Steve toward the open back of the van, watching him intently as he takes it in. He gets to see as the Omega’s eyes go wide, mouth parting in a little gasp. When he turns to look at Eddie, he’s already looking back. “You did this for me?” He asks, wonder coloring his voice. All of a sudden Eddie feels a little shy, a little sheepish.

“I know it’s not much, I’m not exactly liquid at the moment, but I wanted to do something nice for you,” he says, unoccupied arm reaching up to tug a piece of hair over his mouth. Steve looks at him for a long moment before turning back to the van. There are blankets everywhere, pretty much every one from the house plus a couple he nicked from Gareth’s house after practice. The emergency pillar lights from the pantry give the space a soft glow, paper hearts hang from string from the metal roof, and a repurposed laundry basket full of tupperwares and miller lites sits in the center.

“It’s perfect” Steve says, and Eddie can’t help but believe him. Not when his scent is blooming, cinnamon roll sweet, right under Eddie’s nose.

Eddie leads him to the van, gives him his hand to help him into the back. He takes a moment to take it all in, Steve Harrington settling into a date with Eddie Munson. It’s his biggest dream come true. 

He climbs in after the other boy and starts pulling out tupperwares. Steve has settled in to lean on the wall of pillows Eddie constructed for just this reason, pulling a blanket over the both of them when Eddie settles in next to him. Steve laughs with every overly dramatic introduction he makes for the food, and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever been this warm. Neither of them brings up why they’re here, the underlying meaning behind it all. They dance around it, laughing about the kids, Steve’s sports and Eddie’s games, the look on Principle Higgin’s face when he burst into the gym earlier that day. The whole place smells like cinnamon and smoke, Eddie doesn’t think there’s a better smell in the whole world.

They don’t say a thing about courting or mating or scents until they polish off their cold pasta, courtesy of Wayne, and Eddie pulls out the last tupperware from the bottom of the laundry basket. “And for dessert, may I have a drumroll please….” Steve rolls his eyes but smiles as he complies, drumming a little beat with fingers on the side of the van. Eddie pulls out the container with a flourish, “The finest peanut butter brownies $3.15 worth of ingredients from Melvald’s can get you.” He expects laughter, maybe some light teasing as Steve has been shown to enjoy throughout the night, but all he gets is silence. 

He worries, for a moment, that he got it wrong. Maybe Steve doesn’t like peanut butter brownies. Jesus H Christ, maybe he’s allergic to peanuts and Eddie has just massively fucked this up. He’s getting ready to spiral and try to fix it when Steve speaks, voice soft in a way Eddie can’t place.

“Those are my favorites,” he says. When Eddie is brave enough to look at his face again, he’s met with wet, adoring eyes. Eddie doesn't know if anyone has ever looked at him like that before. Like he was something magical. Something special just for them.

Eddie clears his throat when Steve doesn’t say anything else. Just keeps staring at him like he’s waiting for something big. “Yeah, yeah I know,” he says, bracing himself for what comes next. “I uh, I saw you buy some at the club fair last year. You bought three of them and then came back for one more before they closed the booth.” It shouldn’t be such a big admission, but it feels like he’s just handed Steve his heart on a silver platter.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, turning toward him fully.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, sitting up so they’re eye to eye.

“What you said, on the basketball court, will you ask me again?” He’s looking at him with so much hope in his eyes, Eddie almost feels like he could choke on it. Instead, he focuses in on the perfect scent of the man next to him, breathes steadily in and out.

“It would be the honor of my life to court you with the intention of mating, Steve Harrington.” As he says it, he reaches into his pocket for his last offering, his hail mary pass, his death saving throw. It’s a silly thing, cost his last 30 cents at the stationary store, but he was listening to Robin on those bleachers that day. Knows that the gesture and the picnic are all well and good, but what Steve has been missing with all those other Alphas is someone who notices the small details and holds them close. Someone who cares about his C+ in History, someone who knows his favorite brownies are swirled with peanut butter.

Someone who notices that he lost his eraser last week and has been meaning to pick up a new one.

Eddie holds out his heart one last time, it’s shaped like a 30 cent eraser. White and covered with a paper band. The best one on the market.

Steve stares at the little eraser like it contains the answers to the universe, and then he’s plucking it, oh so gently, out of his hands and cradling it in his own. Eddie waits, the ball is completely in Steve’s court now, Eddie has played all his cards.

Suddenly, Steve scent starts to bloom, even more than it did when he first saw the van. The smell of sugar, cinnamon, and yeast so strong it makes Eddie feel light headed. Eddie gets a glimpse of the most beautiful smile in the world just before Steve is throwing his arm around his neck, nudging his way into his lap to notch his head right at Eddie’s scent gland. Eddie’s arms instinctually wrap around his back, keeping him close.

“Yes,” Steve says, the sound of it muffled by the soft skin of Eddie’s neck. Eddie squeezes him tight, knows he needs to ask, just to make sure but worried he’s hallucinating. Scared to believe he’s getting everything he’s ever wanted.

“Yes?” He asks, lips trembling where they’ve found their own place at Steve’s neck, wanting to be as close as possible, just in case.

“Yes.” And Steve is pulling back, which Eddie hates, and cupping his face in is hands. “It would be the honor of my life to accept your courting offer, Eddie Munson,” he says, sure and steady and full to the brim of hope.

“Holy shit.” Eddie can’t believe this is happening. Despite all the planing and the performing and the putting his heart on the line he never actually let himself think that this would happen. Never let himself think about how it would end.

Without much though Eddie barrels forward to bury his head back into the Omega’s neck, his Omega’s neck, peppering him with fervent little kisses until Steve is giggling so hard he tips them over into the pile of pillows behind him. Eddie is full to the brim with joy, happier than he’s ever been and all of a sudden he needs to move. Needs to let the whole world know what he’s got in the palm of his hands.

He jolts up with one last kiss to Steve’s cheek, managing a quick “be right back!” before he launching himself out of the van. He hears Steve calling out in confusion, but it quickly turns into more joyous laughter as Eddie steps out of the van and starts jumping in place, punching the air and whooping into the night sky.

“Fuck you Hawkins! I’m courting Steve Harrington! I’m on top of the God Damn world!” He gets in one last double bird in the general direction of Main Street before Steve is calling him back in.

“Ok, you’ve had your moment. Now get your ass back in here and kiss me for real, you dumb Alpha,” he says, laughter still caught in his throat. And really? Who is Eddie do deny a request like that?

So excited for MMM, guys! I won't be doing every day, but I will be doing at lest a couple of full one shots and some of my normal ramblings. (Also, this is the longest thing I've ever written that wasn't an academic paper and I am low key very proud of myself)

[jenosonlywife23]

Under the Influence (of You)

an; I miss jaehyun so much, and i remembered when youngji invited him to not much prepared. This drabble is inspired by that episode.

You had done the impossible before—held in laughter during live broadcasts, kept a straight face when a friend was clowning you in a group chat mid-interview, even successfully lied to your mom about where you were at 2 a.m. in high school. But this? This was an entirely different level of deception.

Jaehyun, your boyfriend of three years, fresh out of the military and glowing like he hadn’t just spent nearly two years in barracks, had an album out. The fans wanted him everywhere, and your show? They wanted him there the most. Comments flooded every post, every episode. Jaehyun on the show when??? He’s been on everything but this, what’s going on?! If you don’t invite him, I swear—

The problem? Nobody knew you were dating him. Not the fans, not the staff, not even your closest coworkers. Inviting Jaehyun to your show, a show infamous for getting idols tipsy and making them spill their deepest secrets, was like walking straight into a burning building with a bottle of soju in each hand.

So you did what any sane person would do. You stalled. "He’s busy with promo! He has schedules! Let’s give him time to adjust!" But the pressure didn’t let up, and when your producer started hinting at how great the ratings would be, you knew you were doomed.

"Just do it," Jaehyun had said when you finally caved and called him. "It’ll be fine. We’re professionals."

Professionals.

You nearly laughed in his face.

Instead, you called in reinforcements.

"So you’re finally breaking," Karina mused over the phone, amused. "You held out longer than I thought."

"I need strategies," you groaned, pacing your apartment. "What do I do? How do I not make it obvious? We have couple mannerisms, Karina. Mannerisms."

"First of all, don’t call them ‘couple mannerisms,’ that’s weird," she snorted. "Second, don’t look at him like he hung the stars in the sky."

"That’s just my face."

"Fix it."

Your next call was to Mark, because if anyone had experience being in a constant state of panic, it was him.

"Bro, if you slip up on that show, it’s over," he said seriously. "Like, game over. The fans will clip it, dissect it, and within ten minutes, they’ll have a thread with timestamps proving you’re soulmates."

"You’re so helpful, Mark."

"I mean, I could help you make a fake scandal to cover it up. Maybe you and Johnny should have an inside joke or something to throw them off?"

"You want me to make a fake ship to distract from my real relationship?"

"I’m just saying, it worked for me once."

You hung up on him.

In the end, after way too much deliberation, you agreed to invite Jaehyun on the show. The plan was simple—treat him like any other guest. No lingering touches, no secret glances, no laughing at jokes that weren’t actually funny just because he was the one saying them. It sounded easy enough.

But when the day arrived, and he walked onto the set with that lazy smirk, eyes locked on you like he knew exactly what he was doing, you realized something very, very important.

You were so screwed.

—

The cameras were rolling. The staff was excited. The fans were waiting.

And Jaehyun was already making your life difficult.

"Wow," he said as he sat down across from you, stretching like he had all the time in the world. "I finally made it."

"Oh, don’t act like I’ve been keeping you away," you shot back, keeping your tone playful. "You’ve been busy. And I—" you lifted the soju bottle pointedly "—value my job."

Laughter erupted from the staff. Good. Keep it light. Keep it normal.

Jaehyun chuckled, reaching for the glass you poured for him. "I feel like I should be nervous."

You smirked. "You should be."

The first few drinks went smoothly. You asked about his album, his time in the military, his adjustment back into idol life. He answered smoothly, charming as ever, throwing in a few anecdotes that had everyone in stitches. You were doing fine. Everything was under control.

Until the alcohol started kicking in.

Jaehyun’s gaze lingered a little too long when you refilled his glass. Your fingers brushed when you handed it to him. And then—

"You know," he mused, leaning back, "I thought you’d be meaner to me."

Your brain short-circuited. "Excuse me?"

"Like, I don’t know." He swirled his drink, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You usually like to bully your guests. I was expecting some tough love."

Oh, he was playing dangerous games. "Are you disappointed?"

"Not at all," he said smoothly. "It’s nice."

Too nice. Too obvious.

You kicked him under the table. His smirk widened.

Johnny, who had been invited as a surprise guest, arrived just in time to witness the moment and immediately looked into the camera like he was on The Office.

The fans were going to have a field day.

—

Things only got worse from there.

"So, Jaehyun," you said, steering the conversation back to neutral ground. "You had quite the career before enlisting. Was there anything you missed the most while you were away?"

Jaehyun hummed, tapping his fingers against his glass. "A few things, yeah."

"Care to share?"

He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on yours. "I think I already have."

Your breath caught. No. No, no, no.

Johnny, the traitor, took a sip of his drink and muttered, "Wow, this is getting good."

You shot him a warning look before turning back to Jaehyun with a tight smile. "How about food? Was there a particular meal you missed?"

Jaehyun chuckled, clearly enjoying this. "There was this one dish I really missed. Someone used to make it for me all the time."

Oh, you were going to kill him.

The staff cooed. The fans were going to tear apart every single frame of this episode.

Desperate, you downed a shot and forced a laugh. "That’s sweet. Hopefully, you get to eat it again soon."

Jaehyun’s grin widened. "I think I will."

Johnny let out a full-bodied laugh and gave the camera another knowing look.

You were done for.

—

As soon as the shoot wrapped, you grabbed Jaehyun’s wrist and dragged him into your dressing room, shutting the door behind you.

"Are you insane?" you hissed, crossing your arms. "Do you want us to get caught?"

Jaehyun just grinned. "What, you didn’t like my answers?"

You groaned, throwing your head back. "You were this close to confessing on national television."

He stepped closer, hands gently resting on your waist. "But I didn’t."

You wanted to stay mad, but the warmth of his hands and the teasing glint in his eyes made it impossible. You sighed. "You’re impossible."

"And if you pull something like that again, you can forget about me cooking for you ever again." you muttered.

Jaehyun gasped dramatically. "You wouldn’t."

"Try me."

His pout was immediate. "You’re cruel."

[throatgoat4u]

home decor

in which... the triplets need new home decor, so they go to a flea

"guys," chris groans, dragging the word out dramatically.

"what, chris?" nick snaps, clearly fed up with the endless complaints. they’d been out shopping all day, and chris hadn’t stopped whining since they left the house. each complaint seemed to pile on top of the last, making the whole day feel like one big, never-ending gripe session.

moving into a new place in la was a big deal, especially for their youtube career. it wasn’t just about the location—it was about making everything perfect before the big house reveal. they wanted the furniture, the decor, everything to look just right. that’s what brought them here—to a flea market, searching for what matt called "cool, vintage pieces." they weren’t just looking for anything, but stuff with some character, things that would make the house feel like home.

chris, however, was done. each step felt like torture.

"i’m booooooored," he whines again, slumping his shoulders and dragging his feet. "and my legs—nick, don’t even get me started on my legs. nick, nick, nick, i’m soooo tired. and hungry. so hungry." he stumbles a little, dragging his feet behind him like he was ready to collapse.

"chris, please, not now," nick groans, rubbing his temples, trying to fight off the headache creeping up on him. "i can’t do it, i really can’t. i even ran out of advil."

just then, they hear matt’s voice from behind them, light and easy, like nothing was wrong.

"hey, guys," he says, startling both of them.

"fuck, kid—scared the dickens outta me! what’s your problem?!" chris exclaims, nearly jumping out of his skin. his hands fly up in a dramatic gesture of surprise.

matt just grins, unfazed. "i found this really cool stall with vintage lamps, antique books, and all kinds of cool old stuff. i think there’s something there that would look great on the bookshelf, so come on." he grabs their hands and tugs them toward the stall, clearly excited.

as they approach, the stall comes into view. it’s crowded with a mix of old-timey knick-knacks. dusty books are stacked haphazardly, the edges of the pages yellowed with age. tarnished silverware and weathered trinkets sit next to vintage lamps that almost seem to glow in the dim light. a few old mirrors are propped up against the wall, their gold frames faded and chipped. everything feels like it’s been pulled from some forgotten attic, but in a good way. there’s an old charm about it all, like the past is waiting to tell its story.

matt’s eyes land on one item in particular—the lamp. it’s not just any lamp. no, this one looks straight out of a fairy tale. small, brass, with intricate designs carved into the surface. it almost seems to shimmer in the light.

"yo, check it," matt says, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "this shit lowkey fire. like, this would be perfect if we set it on top of some of those books," he points at a stack of old books that look like they could collapse at any moment.

"dude, that looks like a genie lamp," chris says, picking it up and turning it over in his hands, inspecting it closely.

"no shit?" matt says, raising an eyebrow and giving chris a look like he just asked the most obvious question. "i thought it looked like a magic toaster or something."

"kid, i swear to god—"

"alright, alright, enough the two of you," nick says, squeezing his way between them to separate the fighting duo. his patience is gone. "matt, just get whatever you want and let’s go. chris is bored, tired, hungry, and a huge pain in the ass right now, and i can’t deal with this shit anymore."

matt looks at nick for a second, then at chris, before snatching the lamp from chris’s hands. he grabs a couple of books and some random trinkets that catch his eye, tossing them into his arms.

they make their way to the vendor’s stand, where an older woman is sorting through a box of assorted stuff. she doesn’t look up when they approach, but matt places the lamp and other items on the table, a pile of old books and random knick-knacks.

she glances at the items, her eyes moving from one thing to the next with little interest. but when her gaze lands on the lamp, it lingers. her lips press together, and her expression shifts slightly. in a voice that’s almost a whisper, she says, "that one... be careful with it. it’s... not like the others."

matt raises an eyebrow, trying not to show that the woman’s words are starting to make him uneasy. "uh, what do you mean?"

she meets his gaze, her face unreadable. "things have a way of... changing with that lamp. just don’t say i didn’t warn you."

matt feels a chill creep up his spine. he exchanges a quick glance with nick and chris. "okay... thanks?" he mutters, quickly handing over the cash.

she nods slowly, her lips curling into what could almost be a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "good luck."

they grab their items and head off, matt holding the lamp a little tighter than before. "okay, that was creepy. let’s get outta here."

as they walk away, the old woman’s words stick with matt. he can’t shake the feeling that something about the lamp is... off. it’s almost like it’s calling to him, pulling him in. he looks at it again, its brass surface catching the sunlight in a way that feels just a little too perfect. "nah man, i swear, if this thing starts glowing in the middle of the night, i’m throwing it out the window."

nick chuckles, but glances at matt, sensing his unease. "yeah, well, if it does anything weird, you’re on your own."

chris, still half-zoning out, mutters, "whatever, as long as i don’t have to carry it."

but matt’s grip tightens around the lamp, the weight of the old woman’s warning still heavy in his mind. maybe they should’ve just left it behind.

a/n: the first fic the the shimmer and shine au! how do we like? what are your thoughts? i actually rushed this a little kinda but like that's okay. this is not proofread so if there's any mistakes, sorry. also.... don't ask about the picture. i was stuck in a dickle pickle. love you guys!

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lot's of love

toodles sluts :)

[bonejunky6669]

i absolutely love the way shauna and melissa’s relationship is going, everyone expected melissa to just quietly follow her but NO they’re both evil and want more power. they want to cause havoc together and its amazing

i also like how their roles help each other in a way like shauna’s obviously very aggressive while melissa’s more of a watcher who joins in very vocally when she knows shauna will protect her. its like how melissa’s always portrayed kinda stalker-like (like how she watched shauna from far away) so she just generally observes and gives information on what she wants to happen while shauna does the aggressive act itself to MAKE it happen

i just love these two so badly i cant wait to see how far it goes in the next episodes

i am on the edge of my seat waiting to see what they do together. i also thought Melissa would have a more submissive role but i love that she's more of a 'partner in crime' and has her own motivations and complexes about anger and power. i feel like when Lottie was looking at them holding hands she was thinking "oh no. these two together will be the death of us all". they have a great dynamic that really works so far. they're such bullies and i truly feel bad for everyone else lol but i love to see it.

also, the chemistry they have. kudos to the actors. Mel always looks at Shauna with a heavy yearning and adoration, and Shauna always looks at Mel like she's about to smile but won't let herself. just perfect.

i desperately need to see more of them in the next episode. how much they'll instigate each other, how far Mel is willing to go for Shauna, how obvious they'll be around the team (i love the jokes about them being like those gross couples holding each other in the hallways at school lol). they're so interesting and deranged It's my favorite kind of relationship.

[jiniretracha]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? - 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 (𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, angst!!!

summary: You worked at Kim Publishing, a place you could call home since the very start. But when it faced bankruptcy, your beloved company was forced to merge with Bang Editorials an evil empire with no vision on anything that Kim Publishing represented. And that's how you met your nemesis: Felix Lee. The bane of your existence. But everything fell into place like the pieces of a puzzle when your bosses had a marvellous idea: a new position as manager director, who had to submit their report in order to be chosen for the job. And your archenemy had the same purpose as you did: get that job one way or another.

word count: 3.7k

ps: I came with a new series totally and utterly inspired/based on The Hating Game. Pls feel free to let me know if you wanna be on this series taglist !

masterlist // series masterlist // ko-fi

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 - 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

That night, you put on a dress and heels. You did your makeup nicely and smiled at yourself in the mirror. 

You did remember when was the last time you had dressed up for someone. It was a week ago. For him.

For Felix.

The worst part was that you had dressed up for revenge, but for revenge from what exactly? Was it revenge, really? Or was it just a made up lie inside your head?

It probably was, knowing for a fact that you came to face the reality that you did like-

Hold up.

No, that’s not it. 

It couldn’t be. Right?

You jumped up in your place when you heard your phone ringing loudly on the bed. 

Your heartbeat quickened as you ran towards it, grabbing it and clicking on the button to accept the call.

“Hello?” you said slightly out of breath.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m outside” 

Wooyoung. Because of course. He was the one taking you out on the date. 

“Oh… right. I’ll be right out, Woo. Just give me a second” you told him, trying to fake the niceness of your tone. 

“Great, see you!”

You hung up and placed your phone inside your purse. You gave one last look to yourself in the mirror and inhaled deeply. When you exhaled, you squared up your shoulders and reassured yourself that everything would work out in the end. 

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Wooyoung had taken you out to a restaurant located on the rooftop of a building in the center of Seoul. He had really outdone himself and you felt incredibly bad knowing you weren’t on the same page as he was, but you did your best to make him believe you were. 

“The view here is so amazing, Woo. Wow” you told him, curling your spaghetti on your fork. “It’s very romantic, may I say”

“Not just romantic. Historical” he said with a smirk. “This building belongs to the city and it has a view of the river where a couple of centuries ago, the emperors would throw the bodies of their enemies in” he wiggled his eyebrows.

Yikes, you thought as you downed your wine. 

“They count like 12 thousand bodies at least, which is crazy if you ask me, but I know that a lot of them were- like- eaten by fish or some sort of shit like that” he continued and you just stopped paying attention to him. “Just picture it and tell me if it isn’t fucking crazy”

“No, I am picturing it” you said with a fake smile, “So… anyway, how is work going for you?”

“Everything’s going well” he nodded. “...I guess”

“Why do you say that?” you asked him, with a frown.

“Well, Bang Seojun is very demanding with editing” he confessed with a tired sigh, placing his forehead on his palm as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. “I just can't seem to meet his standards, but if you know… you get that promotion-”

“I will definitely free you from your misery, don’t you worry” you promised and he let out a little grateful smile. 

“Um… hey! I brought you something” he said, remembering something and then digging his hand inside his pocket. 

“Oh, Woo, that’s so thoughtful. Thank… you” you trailed off when you saw he was holding a card.

Jung Wooyoung - Graphic Designer, and it had a phone number with an email on it.

“A business card?” you asked with a disappointed tone that he did not catch. 

“For all your graphic design needs, especially if you want to win that position, I can definitely help you” he winked at you.

You left the card by the table and sighed. “Have you… have you ever thought about kissing me?” you asked him. 

Wooyoung’s eyes widened and he pulled his face back. “Well, uh… since the very first time I met you, if I’m going to be honest. You spilled coffee on my lap at my first team meeting and… I guess I just always knew I wanted to kiss you” he said, feeling his cheeks blushing. 

You then leaned over the table, grabbed his shirt and kissed the breath right out of him. His breath hitched at the back of his throat and then you pulled away with a frown.

Nothing. Fucking nothing.

Why isn’t this working?

You pulled him back into a kiss, trying to give every ounce of passion you had in yourself. This time, Wooyoung had time to kiss back, but still. 

No fluttering in your stomach.

No feeling of your toes curling.

No brain mushing.

No nothing.

Empty.

You pulled back and sat your ass back down on your chair while he chuckled and brushed his thumb over his bottom lip.

“Wow…”

“Yeah…” you sighed.

“That was…” Wooyoung smiled at you. 

A mistake.

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You didn’t know why you were here. You didn’t know what exactly you could come across or what would he say if he saw you there.

But there you were.

Standing outside his house, your eyes travelling all over the door and windows, in hopes of catching a glimpse of him.

You grabbed your phone with an irritated sigh and clicked on his contact. 

You went to type in a message:

You: are you home?

But as soon as you finished typing the text, you deleted it. 

Then, you tried again.

You: hey, so I kissed him and you were right-

You quickly pressed on the delete button with an irritated sigh. 

God, what were you even doing?

This was embarrassing. You placed your phone back inside your purse and bit your lip, debating what to do.

Should I knock? Should I call him?

Your heart started pounding nervously at the possible outcomes of your actions that you pictured inside your head. 

What if he laughs at you and rejects you? What if he kisses you? What if he tells you it was all a joke and you fell for it and-

“Do you think he’s home?” a familiar low voice said from beside you and you jumped with a yelp.

Next to you, stood Felix with a humored smile. 

“What?” he asked you, nudging his chin upwards. “Are you stalking me now, Cupcake?” he asked you with a little chuckle. 

“Yeah, I just snooped around through your trash, actually” you said, wiggling your eyebrows. 

“Really?” he asked you back and you hummed, nodding your head. “And did you find anything interesting?”

You hummed in a thinking manner, continuing the game. “Nah, the usual stuff: leftovers, tissues… geriatric diapers. Exactly what I imagined from you” 

Felix laughed, showing his teeth and his eyes coming crescent shaped.

It made your heart double its size. “You should always laugh” you said almost immediately. 

“Then, you should always be funny” he replied. You just smiled, feeling your cheeks flush and you looked down at your feet, getting a little shy. “So… how was your date?” Felix asked you. “Did he roll over the last meatball at you with his nose? No- wait, don’t tell me. You did that thing from Lady and the Tramp where you both- you know, with the spaghetti-”

“No…” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

His eyes inspected your face, trying to see the signs. “Did you kiss him?” 

“I did” you replied.

“And?” he asked, clenching his hands at his sides.

You chewed on your lip and exhaled deeply. “And… I am not going out with him anymore” you said slowly. 

He smiled and stepped closer to you.

You let him.

“Because?” he asked huskily. 

You pressed your lips together and sighed. “Because… nobody kisses me like you do” you answered truthfully.

Felix smiled and slowly he bent down a little, grasping your thighs and hoisting you up in his arms. You gasped and quickly grabbed his shoulders, wide-eyed. He let you curl your legs around his middle as his hands stayed on the back of your thighs, gripping them softly. 

He bent forward and pressed your lips on yours, taking you by surprise once again. You made a noise against his lips, something in between a moan and a groan. 

Felix nipped at your lip and pulled away. “You can’t” he exhaled.

You frowned. “What?”

“You can’t make those noises… and expect me not want to just do everything to you, Y/N” he sighed, kissing you once again, his tongue separating your lips as he dove it right into your mouth. You sucked on it while your fingers gripped on the strands of his black hair. 

You pulled away with a loud pop and smirked at him. “Are you gonna invite me in or what?” you asked him, before pressing a peck onto his lips. “I mean… you literally know mine, it’s only fair” 

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Inside, Felix turned the lights on and you gasped as soon as you saw his place.

It seemed incredibly cozy. You had always tried to picture how his home would be. And it always ended up in thinking that his house would be either all white or all black, incredibly minimalist with no life in it, American Psycho style. But it wasn’t at all like what you imagined.

He had a dark green couch with a very fluffy looking white carpet underneath. He had a huge bookshelf filled with books and he had action figures there as well on display. There were plants everywhere and his kitchen looked pretty colorful.

“Wow, I really like it” you exhaled, walking around the place a bit. “You know, I half expected you to live underground or- or maybe some kind of Patrick Bateman style?” 

“Patrick Bateman? Really? Me?” he asked with a chuckle.

“You should take a look at your desk, buddy” you scoffed and he just shook his head. 

“Whatever, wanna snoop around?” Felix asked you with a smile as he took off his coat, leaving it on the couch. 

“No…”

“I know you wanna. I snooped at your place, it’s only fair” he shrugged, watching you take your own coat. 

You watched as he turned around in his heel and went to turn on the kettle, making you frown.

What is he doing?

You walked towards him and placed your hands on the island. “What are you doing?” you asked him with a little frown.

Freaking deja vu.

“I’m making you some tea” he replied, his eyes not leaving the kettle as he clicked on the buttons.

“I thought… you brought me inside to, you know… do everything to me” you quoted his words.

Felix chuckled and turned around to face you. “Really?” 

“yeah, really” you nodded, mocking his tone. 

“Well, I am thirsty for some tea, so if you want some” he said and smirked evilly at you.

You narrowed your eyes and turned around, walking towards the bookcase. 

With a hum, your fingers danced over the book spines. You frowned when you realised something.

“You don’t have one single Bang Editorials book here” you told him. You gasped and turned around to look at him. “You are such a Kim Publishing kind of guy”

“No, I am not” he chuckled. “I just like those editions a little better”

“Don’t lie, I can see straight through you, Felix Lee” you scoffed, rolling your eyes and continuing snooping around the bookcase. 

You saw a book of anatomy and frowned. It was very out of character from the other books he had on the shelf. 

“Wow, you really like to learn about dicks” you joked.

He snorted and walked towards you with two cups of tea. “No, I just like to learn about everything”

“Okay, nerd”

“No, but seriously. I actually did a year of medical school” he confessed and handed you one of the cups he had in hand.

You grabbed it and then gasped. “Oh my God, that’s why Bang Seojun calls you Dr. Lee” you said with your eyes wide as plates. 

He sighed and nodded. “To remind me of my failure to live up to my potential… I guess” he shrugged and then sipped on the tea. 

You sipped on the tea as well and then left it by the book case. “You know…” you trailed off, placing your hands on his waist and pulled him closer to you, making him smirk. “If you were a doctor, all your lady patients would have to get their heart checked every time from how hard it would beat, mm?” you chuckled.

“Shall we…” he said, leaving the cup next to yours and pulling you even closer to him with his hands on your waist. “...test the theory?”

“Of course” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled against your lips and kissed you back, his hands coming to frame your face. You pulled away a little, letting your lips brush against each other. “I want to see your bedroom, can I?” you asked excitedly, like a little kid. 

Felix chuckled and raised his arm, pointing at the hall to your right. 

You quickly padded through the hall and stepped inside his bedroom. You looked around with a soft smile as you saw the perfectly made bed, because you weren’t expecting anything less from him. 

You gasped when you saw there was a little bed next to his, like the one that you buy for a pet.

“You have a cat?” you asked him, wide-eyed, as you locked eyes with his when he walked inside his room. 

He chuckled. “I do, yeah” he smiled. 

“Where is it?” you asked, looking around. 

“I actually just came from leaving him at petcare. I’m leaving for Chris’ wedding and I can’t leave him alone” Felix said.

“What’s his name?” you asked him.

“Cupid” he said and you let out a chuckle. “What are you laughing at?”

“You’re so adorable. Here I was thinking you were the devil’s spawn and you named your cat cupid, holy shit” you laughed. 

You then took off your shoes, and sat on his bed, putting your weight on your elbow. 

With a little smirk you patted the empty space next to you. “Come here” you murmured.

He smiled back and walked towards the bed, laying next to you in the same position you were, facing you. 

“Can I… can I ask you something?” you asked, your hand coming to twirl a loose strand of black hair from his head. 

“You already did” he smirked and you scoffed, your hand falling with a thud against the bed. “I’m kidding, go ahead”

“Okay” you said softly. “Why did you uh… quit med school?” you asked quietly. 

He chewed on his lip and exhaled softly. “Well, uh… after two semesters of immersing myself into a career that I did not choose to pursue, my father thought it would be a good idea to spend a day with me at the morgue ward. Five minutes later, the… family day ended up with me throwing up inside the stomach of a dead man” he said and you grimaced, the look on your face making him giggle. 

“That’s fair, I would’ve quit too, to be honest” you laughed with him. You then let your hand fall to his arm, caressing it. “What’s this muscle called, hm?”

“Brachioradialis” he answered immediately.

You nodded and then trailed your hand over to the muscle before his shoulder, gripping it with a bit at your lip. “And… this one?”

“Anterior deltoid” he replied.

“And… this one?” you asked again, gripping his bicep.

He chuckled. “Biceps”

“Oh, right. I knew that” you said, your cheeks flushing. “And what about this one?”

You took him by utter surprise when you pushed him on his back and swung your leg over his hip, sitting yourself directly on top of his crotch. He groaned as his hands fell automatically on your waist, gripping you tightly. 

He sat up and brought you even closer to him, if it was even possible. 

Your faces were very close to each other to the point you could feel his breath hitting directly onto your upper lip.

“Hi” you whispered, batting your eyelashes prettily at him. 

His eyes fell onto your lips. “Hey” he whispered back before kissing your lips, and you were quick to kiss him back. 

It wasn’t rushed. It was just a long peck on the lips, but it was worth more than any of the other kisses you had shared. It meant something. It had feelings poured on it. 

He nudged your nose with his and smiled. “You taste sweet”

“It might be the gloss I applied before coming over” you giggled.

“Nah, I think it’s just you” he whispered back.

You smiled and pushed him on his back again, making him groan. Your hands brushed all over his body, making you gasp at how hard the planes of his stomach were. He worked out and it made you clench around nothing. 

“Holy fucking hell, remind me to send your personal trainer some thank you flowers” you told him, making him laugh out loud. 

“I spend a lot of time in the gym. You know… having to look at you for eight hours a day leaves me with an excess of energy that I have to get rid of” he murmured sensually, massaging your thighs. 

You chuckled and bent down to press your nose on his, speaking directly on his lips. “I can help you… burn some calories if you’d like” you whispered, before pressing a little kiss on his lips. 

“Seriously?” he arched an eyebrow with a curious look. “And how would you do that?” he asked.

“Well, I had a lot of things in mind but… I think we should play a game” you said and he hummed. “It’s called ‘who can make the other cum first’?” you said and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Okay…”

You sighed. “Seriously, Felix. I think we should fuck and just get it out of our system” you said, biting his lip a little as you moved your crotch against his. “And then… we can just go back to normal without that crazy sexual tension that we seem to have”

Felix looked at you in the eyes and let out a sigh, grabbing your waist. “okay, Cupcake-” he said and deposited you next to him and off of him, making you frown instantly. “I think it’s getting a little late” he said, standing up from his bed.

What?

He walked out of his room, leaving you there on his bed, incredibly turned on by just a little rubbing with clothes on.

You followed him out of his room with a frown and holding your heels in your fingers. “Felix? What is your problem?” you asked, incredibly confused about what had just happened. “Did you not want to have sex with me?”

“I don’t know, maybe some other time” he replied, sitting on the armrest of his couch. 

“Huh? Maybe some other time? You say that when you turn down a muffin, not sex” you frowned even more. “Is this about the job?”

“Yes, it is. It’s not wise to sleep with the competition” he replied but you knew he didn’t really think that. 

You scoffed with a not so subtle roll of your eyes. “Right, ah-há. Make me beg for sex and then kick me out of your house. Nice move, Felix Lee”

“Were you begging?”

“That’s not funny!” you yelled at him. “Are you playing with me? Is that what this is?”

“I think you’re the one playing games with me, Y/N” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

You grabbed your coat and shook your head. “Okay, whatever the hell this is, I don’t want to do it anymore” you said, turning around and walking out of his house. 

You didn’t even stop until you were at least two blocks away from his house. Then, you pressed your back against the wall and let your head fall to your hands, pressing your fingers against your temples. 

On the other hand, Felix stared at the door and let out an irritated sigh.

“Good job, Felix. Go on and ruin it once again” he whispered to himself, kicking his shoes angrily from his feet.

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[gothamite-rambler]

Wilson: Those people need to go back to their own country!

Nightwing: Their country is America!

Wilson: How dare you defend them?!

Roxanne (a Romani woman wearing a baby carrier, indifferent): I just wanted to buy apples from the farmer's market.

Nightwing: You're ruining her fruit shopping!

Wilson: She can find fruit in her country!

Roxanne (flatly, accustomed to this rhetoric): I'm from Staten Island. It's not great, but it's part of America.

Nightwing: You don’t have to defend yourself. I believe you.

Roxanne: Aww, thanks! I appreciate it. I’m used to guys like Mr. Wilson. He’s been like this since I moved in with my family.

Nightwing: Yeah, I've had to deal with this guy for decade now.

Wilson: I'm just trying to protect my country from those people!

Roxanne: From my great grandma to my current child we were all literally born in Staten Island!

Wilson: Likely story, I bet you grew up in the circus, you damn carny?

Nightwing (taking offense to that): Hey, the circus is a legitimate home for some people! And even if she were from one, that doesn’t make you better than her.

Roxanne (smiling): That’s right! Again, I’m from Staten Island, which is basically a circus.

Wilson: Why the hell are you defending these people?!

Nightwing (speaking from experience): I defend them because they’re people who don’t deserve hate!

Wilson: You’re wrong!

Nightwing (shouting): IT’S MY OPINION!

Wilson placed a hand on his chest shocked at being yelled at.

Roxanne and her child: …

A lanky Romani man walked over holding two fresh avocados, but unfazed by Nightwing being at a farmer's market. This was the fifth time he visited since dealing with Wilson.

Pete (Roxanne's husband, joining her): I found the avocados, but this seems more exciting.

Roxanne: Oh awesome, these look good too. Wilson, go away.

Wilson: I'm not going anywhere!

Nightwing: I think you should leave, sir. Roxy has asked you nicely to leave her and her family alone. Just leave.

Wilson attempted to protest until he realized how much taller and stronger Nightwing was compared to him and begrudgingly took a step back.

Wilson: Fine, I’ll leave. Hope you're happy you got someone to stick up for you, dirty g—

Nightwing throat-punched the guy with rage in his eyes. Wilson gasped for air, deciding at that point to meekly walk away as well. The couple's baby giggled watching the hobble off. Nightwing sighed, walking.

Nightwing: I gave him a warning and he didn't listen. Ah well.

Roxanne: Hm… Thank you, Nightwing!

Roxanne waved goodbye, holding her little giggling baby's hand as well.

Nightwing (turning slightly): Oh, you’re welcome. Have a good day!

---Later, while Nightwing and Batman are investigating together---

Nightwing (explaining the situation): And he just kept talking and talking. He'd already used the G word before that, and I tried to stay calm. Like… Batman, I really tried.

Batman (agreeing): I believe you, and I don’t blame you.

Nightwing (surprised): See I knew you would say- Hold up, you don't blame me? Are you not mad?

Batman: Nope. You've told me this Wilson guy has been a racist nuisance for years. This was a one-off incident. I'm proud of you for holding back as long as you did. I can't say the same—I would've punched him if he called you that word.

Nightwing: Really? Aww, Batman, that’s so sweet.

Batman: And that was my sentimental side done for the night. Ready?

Nightwing (chuckling): Yeah.

[koofleur]

still with you

details ;

pairing: bsf!jungkook, speech impaired!oc, guitar buddies2l (my fav) summary: when he confesses to you and you press his heart tattoo in response type: oneshot wc: 1.9k

۶ৎ ♡ 국 ; nin's diary: this one's always special to my heart, i've changed the title to a more suitable one tho ;) enjoy!

skipping through the small pathway towards your home, sight scattering to the shops and bakeries that were open and the fresh aroma of Mr. Jeon’s baguettes made you automatically peep in through the glass door of the bakery you often visit  after school hours. the old man noticed your doe eyes wide at the sight of the freshly baked delicacy as he stepped forward to open the door and let you in. Mr Jeon was like a guardian to you and your brother Jimin, ever since your parents sadly passed away in an accident. something that changed your life, something that made your world dark. you lost your ability to speak, but you could hear.

ever since, you barely mingled with others, but slowly your life changed when Mr. Jeon and his son Jungkook stepped into your life. you gained back your confidence and started to be a little more social and now everything in your life was perfect. with him. yes, you had this whole damn crush on the man who fixed you, being by your side. he made you believe in yourself, and that you were just like any other person out there. 

"Come in dear, how was your day?"

Mr Jeon asked, his fatherly warmth making you crack up a smile. You settled yourself on the wooden  table as he placed a plate of fresh snacks in front of you and you looked so ready to dig in. Mr Jeon chuckled and patted your head with affection, placing himself on a chair next to you. You had picked up sign language pretty quickly, and all the people you know would understand you, and you felt really lucky for that. 

[ the sign languages would be put in between asterisks (*) and in bold italics for better understanding ]

*I had a pretty good day, Mr. Jeon. Jungkook taught me guitar today during the music session* You smiled, taking a bite of the macaroons in front of you. 

“That’s great, I’d like to hear you play one day." Mr. Jeon winked and the both of you giggled.

Just then the cafe started filling up with music, and you knew exactly who it was. It’s Jungkook’s habit to turn on music as soon as he comes into his dad’s cafe. You turned around, immediately spotting him, a leather jacket hung on his shoulder his tattooed hand on display through the short sleeves of the black t-shirt he wore, 

“Hey there, m’lady”

Jungkook waved at you, taking a seat in front of you as an exhausted sigh left his lips. Both of you being best friends by now, you were used to these nicknames that he called you. Just a small change though, whenever he called you these, your heart would skip a beat, and your eyes filled with love, in its purest form.

“Jungkook, why don’t you come in a bit early and help me here, you know I’m not getting any younger.”

Mr. Jeon said, as you scoffed a little, side eyeing the pouty man in front of you. 

“Dad.. I went out with my friends.. NOW before you say anything, we had practice. Some of them are coming here too so I wanted to let you know that we’ll need extra food”

He smiled cheekily, and you saw Mr. Jeon glaring at him before walking away.

*Jungkook, did you see Jimin anytime after class? I didn’t get to meet him today* You signed to Jungkook as he replied

“Yeah, he’s coming here along with a couple of our friends today.”

He said, looking away from you, with a smile on his face. You felt something off about him today, usually he’d just talk for hours to you, but even while he was teaching you to play guitar back at school, he absolutely avoided any eye contact. To be honest, you really wanted to make a move as it’s Valentine’s day, seeing a lot of couples celebrating everywhere, even at school. But you’re not confident enough. What if he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore? “He deserves a lot more” these thoughts were just fully occupying your head, you’re overthinking was pricking your heart a lot. So you just sat there in front of Jungkook, munching on the food, but thoughtfully placing a macaron in his mouth as he went through his phone. 

The door of the cafe swung open, and a group of boys scuttled in, along with your brother Jimin. “Y/N !!!” He squealed and took you in a hug, after a long tiring day. He was such a supportive and understanding brother, and a very good friend of Jungkook. 

*Jimin, who are they? I've never seen them with you or Jungkook before* You queried as the latter looked at the boys behind him and back to you

. "They're our new buddies. We actually enrolled in a music academy nearby, you remember? The one I always wanted to go to." 

*You really did that and I didn't know huh? I'm not talking to you* You made an angry face and Jimin pinched your cheeks. 

"You would know sooner or later, pie." He giggled, making you shift from the "angry mode".

"Hey mate, who's this?" One of the boys who were seated at another table came forward and asked Jimin, the others following suit.

"This is my one and only sister, Park Y/N." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you smiled at them. 

"Pie, meet Jaemin, Baekhyun and Mark." You bowed at them and one of the guys, Baekhyun spoke

"Damn, let her speak buddy, conversation is the key, ya know?"

Jimin glared at his friend while you looked around, feeling suffocated all of a sudden. It took you so much time to leave the past in an unattended corner of your heart, and made sure you never slipped into it again, but with those insecurities that occurred in your head not so long ago,  and the statement “conversation is the key” started ringing in your head, a pang hitting your heart. 

But all of a sudden, a strong hand wrapped around yours and on looking up, you found Jungkook looking at you with worried eyes. 

“Uh, guys we’ll be back alright? I gotta give her an um, guitar class yeah we’ll see you around.”

He dragged you out of the cafe, hands still securely wrapped around yours. 

“Uh-huh, why’s he so awkward?”

Baekhyun turned to Jimin, who was still throwing daggers at him. Yes, they never knew about you, but Jimin found you unusually affected by Baekhyun’s words, and that angered him.

“She’s speech impaired.” Jimin’s words hit the latter like a truck, as he mumbled “shit” 

“Buddy, look I really didn’t know, I’m so sorry damn how can I make it up?”

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Jungkook started his black bike that was parked a little far away from the cafe and handed you a helmet and his jacket. “Hold tight, alright? Don’t let go.” Simple sentence, but a great impact. Your slender arms encircled his well built waist, you could feel his abs through the flimsy material of the shirt he wore. The smell of his hit your senses, as a crimson tint spread through your soft cheek skin. For a moment, even though your thoughts screamed this won’t last for long, you felt calm with the wind brushing your hair backwards but little did you know, Jungkook had his gaze on your ethereal figure 

that clung on to him tightly and he wished he could hold you close. And that was going to happen.

He stopped near an open area, a little too high from the ground but you could care less. All you needed is some fresh air, and this felt perfect, with the setting sun and the man you love with you.

You were about to sit down there on the slightly dirty grass, when his hands gently removed the leather jacket around your figure and wrapped it around your waist as you wore a white skirt all along. You were flabbergasted at how he noticed all such tiny things, and you felt so in love. 

You both sat silently, but a million thoughts in your minds. Even if you didn’t speak, he felt you through your eyes. He knows you inside out. Jungkook scooted closer to you and took your hand in his. 

“Look Y/N, I know, this might not be the right moment and heck today is Valentine’s day, and I wanted it to be grander but I think you really need to know this”

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes on his. He sighed a little before speaking;

“I love you, I want you to be a part of me, my heart, forever.” Your eyes widened and heart picked up it’s pace as if it was longing to reach home, your home, which is the man right in front of you.

Your insecurities backing away at his confession, you couldn’t even take your hands out of his grip. And you thought of a way to reciprocate your feelings.

Your thumb slightly traced up till his heart tattoo that was inked on the back of his hand and gently pressed it, still looking into his eyes. Him being the man who noticed all the tiny things, smiled fondly at your cute way of confessing back, as he joined your foreheads together. 

“Damn princess, I’m just out of words, I love you so much. And what you did just now, it’s gonna be our thing. And don’t ever worry nor have any insecurities, it’s your world and I’m just a part of it but I promise to protect you forever.”

His pinky finger was intertwined around yours as his other hand went up to your cheek, caressing it.

“May I, love?” You nodded as his lips were on yours in no time. 

He understood you no matter what and you saw all the colors of love in his eyes. 

[nicolesainz]

Mr. Possessive! (LN4)

Lando Norris x f!reader

warnings: none but intensive angst

summary: Oscar has been flirting with y/n the entire race weekend of the British Grand Prix, although little does he know that Lando doesn't play nice when it comes to her, both on and off track.

"It's a shame you couldn't come to Melbourne. The view of the podium is great." Oscar nudged y/n playfully.

"P2 surely has a good view, but nothing like P1." Lando mumbled loudly enough for her and Oscar to hear.

Both were getting ready for the race in a couple of hours. Lando had been nervous since Monday, wanting to perform in front of his home crowd and prove he is a worthy winner this season.

On the other side, Oscar just wanted to be a party pooper and steal a win from his teammate, to add to his tally. Or a small payback for Melbourne and winning in front of all the Australians.

"You should come along in the parade cars. If you promise to be a good girl, maybe you can even drive it." Y/n's eyes widened at Oscar's statement and Lando was one breath away from grabbing her by the arm and kissing her in front of his teammates eyes so he could finally shut up.

"Uh, maybe another time, although thank you for the proportion, Osc."

Osc? Since when does y/n calls Oscar, Osc? When did they come so close to use nicknames, thought Lando nervously.

Oscar left when Zak called him from the pitwall and Y/n was left alone with Lando. Instantly, her muscles relaxed and her eyes quickly calmed.

"How are you feeling for today?" she asked lando whilst her fingers were tracing the outlines of his crash helmet.

Oh how badly Lando wished she would trace his facial features to calm him down before the race. She was the only one who could with simply a sweet word and a soft touch to relax him when he needed it the most.

"Confident in the car and myself. Hopefully god's plans have me winning this race." he smiled cheekily and played nervously with the curls that were falling on his forehead.

"I have put a little good luck charm inside the pocket of your suit. I have no doubts that Silverstone will bow to another masterclass of yours." she gently rubbed his arm and squeezed it lightly, before being almost violently wrapped in Lando's embrace.

"You know I love you, don't you?" he admitted sweetly. Lando and y/n had known each other since childhood. Going to the same kindergarten and attending all of Lando's karting races, even if they were outside of the UK.

"You are my favourite Lan. Don't ever forget that." she landed a kiss on his cheek, making them instantly blush. He was fighting the urge to tell her that he didn't just love her as a best friend, but also as someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

Y/n left the garage after a text from Alex and thank god for that because it was a breath of fresh air and relief. Oscar is a very sweet guy but he was starting to suffocate her, even if she didn't want to point it out.

"Oscar is literally following your every move. Either he is really into you or he simply wants to piss off Lando before the race." Alex pointed out with a worrying look on her face.

"He is cute, but slightly freaking me out. I have been in the garage around Lando and him countless times and ever since Suzuka, he had been running after me."

"Maybe you could use that to your advantage and show Lando that if he doesn't make a move soon, someone else will cherish you."

"You know I could never do that to Lando. I don't have the guts to, plus I will mess horribly and make him even more mad."

"Even if you're no fun, I get where you're coming from. And I love how kindhearted you are, because every other girl would've immediately agreed."

Y/n and Alex had grew closer over the course of time. They always poke fun and tease each other. Besides Lando, she is her closest friend.

As they were making their way close to the barriers, y/n felt a soft brush against her arm so not to startle her and it was Carlos.

"I hope to god you are not in love with Oscar or, no?" he was in a rush but this felt urgent.

"Uhm, no? Where did you get that from?"

"Good, because Lando is one breath away from smashing Oscar's crash helmet on the car."

Alex widened her eyes and smirked at Y/n with how easily Lando had been irritated by Oscar's flirting. Even if Y/n didn't agree with Alex's idea, Lando had done the job himself.

"Go and talk to him after the race, okay?" It was the last thing Carlos shouted before running towards the other drivers for the national anthem.

Five red lights turned off and the race was underway. Lewis was in first place and unfortunately a false start caused Lando second place to Oscar who stole the position on the first corner.

"Bollocks" uttered Lando, with Y/n having tuned in his radio communication with Will.

"Head down, it's lap 1. You got this." Will responded to Lando's immediate disappointment.

Luckily for Lando, he was pulling away from the rest of the field, but Oscar was starting to widen the gap between the two McLarens.

"Gap to Oscar?" Lando asked, sensing how pissed off he was.

"2.5, come on, eat it up Lan."

"Are we okay to race?"

"No instructions"

This was enough for Lando to push like crazy and ruin his tires as much as possible to close the gap Oscar had created between them. Lando was near 1.5 seconds, when Will came back on the radio saying,

"Lando, Oscar started losing his front right. Push a bit furthermore."

"Yep." nothing else coming from Lando and it was the final nail in the coffin for Oscar to start losing control of the car and Lando scissoring the gap.

Lando was now 0.5 behind Oscar, fiercely coming into attacking mode, as Oscar was trying to balance the car, but clearly failing. Lando pushed one last time and by luck avoided collision with Oscar when he overtook his teammate.

Lando's garage applauded loudly, with me along and Lando came back on the radio saying,

"Stay humble, huh?"

Which I immediately understood this wasn't solely for him stealing his place on track.

The gods were working in Lando's favour as Ferrari decided to pit Lewis close to the end to help him get the fastest lap, but didn't have the tyres ready, which unfortunately cost the world champion 3 places. He barely managed to finish into the top 3.

"Lando leads a McLaren 1-2 in his home race and making a clear statement to the whole crowd." Every single person in the grandstand was cheering powerfully.

Lando will be lucky to avoid a penalty if the FIA don't get ahold of his team radio messages and how much he was swearing. Will even joked about it during the final few laps of the race.

As both him and Oscar made the way into the first two places of the pitlane, the whole McLaren crew made their way over to congratulate both of them for the brilliant result. Lando's dad, Adam grabbed y/n by the hand to go and wait for Lando amongst his engineers and Zak.

"Ay, you made it." Lando squeaked with happiness as he saw her and his father waiting to get a piece of a hug from the worthy winner. Lando gracefully embraced both, but afterwards both his arms hugged Y/n, whilst giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"You were wonderful today Lan!" her eyes were sparkling, wishing both of them had the guts to utter way more emotionally heavy words to each other.

"And you have to know that I-uh Congratulations Oscar, great race!" she couldn't finish her sentence and put on a crooked smile to not make Oscar feel bad for not clinching the win today.

"Ey mate, hell of race for you." He patted Lando in the back and went straight to the FIA weighting procedure.

Lando knew Oscar was being sarcastic, but at that time, all he cared about was to get his home win and see a big smile on Y/n's face.

"Get ready for a sticky situation!" He playfully winked as Y/n's cheeks turned to a deep red shade. She knew what Lando was talking about was champagne under the podium during the celebrations, but what is Lando without an innuendo?

She was literally drenched in champagne, given Lando pointed towards the crowd first, as Lewis and Oscar were pouring theirs on him. Lando saluted with the bottle and the trophy towards her and earned a louder cheer.

She went to find Lando to congratulate him in his drivers room, where it was more private and without any press surrounding them. Y/n knocked softly, only to be met with a very cuddly version of an all hoodie-up Lando and perky curls.

"I am so proud of you. You drove like a lion." Lando's smile kept growing as she was praising today's performance.

"Sorry for swearing too much. Wasn't as cool headed as other races."

"With all the pressure you're under I was shocked how you didn't say more."

"I wasn't swearing about the stress of the race."

"Oh-, then?"

"Let's say that if my teammate lies eyes on you one more time, I will bleach them." Lando pushed one of Y/n's curls behind her ear and traced softly her cheekbone.

"And if he decides to flirt one more time, I will kiss you in front of his dumb face."

"Would you mind showing me what kind of kiss that would be?"

"Thought you'd never ask" and his lips gently landed on hers, sucking all the air from her lungs, but exhaling tons of love for her. Being jealous isn't how he wants to be portrayed, so better seal the deal than act like what they have for each other is casual flirt. It's something much more.

"Finally, I was going to die not having kissed you."

"No chance for that darling."

[dubiousanon]

Do you have any more kakanaru ideas?

God, you don't even know the half of it. Here have a few but I'm dead serious, they're fucking unending. Title: 'Til Death Do Us Part Summary: In which Kakashi agrees to let Naruto practice seals on him, only for Naruto to go and "accidentally" bind them together for eternity in the first ten minutes. This wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if Kakashi weren't actively head over heels in love with him, and now their emotions are connected and Naruto knows it. -Post war, Kakashi falls in love with Naruto over the course of the village's reconstruction and sits silently on his crush for about two years, hoping it'll go away. News flash: it does not, in fact, go away. It gets like, ten times worse.

-Little does he realize, Naruto loves him back and the whole seal thing was fully intentional. Kakashi thinks that Naruto can't remove the seal. Naruto completely knows how to take it off, but after realizing Kakashi feels the same, he pretends he doesn't know how.

-Kurama cheers them on like the fangirl we all know he is and Naruto does his best to woo Kakashi, who is firmly in the "this is wrong, I'm a dirty old man, I couldn't possibly!" camp. So much so that, despite their emotions being connected, he remains blind to the fact that Naruto feels the same. Title: The You Inside of Me Summary: After Kakashi gets hit by a jutsu that de-ages him, suddenly he's nineteen years old again and has no idea what's going on, how he got here, or what to do with himself. When Naruto takes it upon himself to help Kakashi adjust, Kakashi can't help but notice how... pretty he is. Like, really, really pretty. -Naruto is also nineteen years old. It's just after the war and everything is kind of in shambles. Kakashi still believes himself to be ANBU and almost runs off thinking he's stuck in some genjutsu, but Naruto practically sparkles like gold in the sunlight, so Kakashi stays. -Naruto is unendingly kind to him to the point that Kakashi doesn't know how to react other than to melt. He's basically side-lined from missions while they try to bring him back to his actual age and with every passing day, he finds himself falling harder and harder for Naruto. To the point that he doesn't want to be aged back up again if it means he can't have this.

-As if age would stop Naruto Uzumaki from getting what he wants. Though honestly, he doesn't mind either way. Watching Kakashi discover Icha Icha for the first time is a true novelty.

Title: A Spoonful Of Sugar Summary: Post war, Naruto comes back to his apartment to find its been leveled to the ground. With so much destruction, Konoha is launched straight into a housing crisis that makes hunting for somewhere new to live impossible. Enter: Kakashi, who has an entire house to himself and is hardly ever there anyway now that he's Hokage.

-Kakashi thinks it's a great idea up until Naruto sleep walks into his bed in search of warmth in nothing but a tank top and the smallest shorts known to mankind and makes himself at home. Naruto's a cuddler, too, but Kakashi loves it so much that he silently hopes every night that he'll wander in. Even if the guilt practically devours him alive.

-Konoha is on pause for missions, but Naruto will die if he doesn't keep busy. Kakashi wasn't trying to get a live-in maid or anything, but the homecooked meals every time he comes home make his heart flutter. Naruto's also is helping with the reconstruction, which means he comes home sweaty. It does NOT help. -Basically, Naruto moves in, never leaves, and accidentally seduces Kakashi by doing absolutely nothing but being himself. Kakashi is helplessly enamored by it. Title: No Time (Like The Present) Summary: Naruto reaches adulthood and it's like a switch flips. Whereas he had absolutely no interest in relationships before, suddenly all he can think about is being with someone. Couple this with the strange urge he's had to let Kakashi-sensei bite him, he's pretty sure he knows exactly who he's going for.

-Or: Naruto's animal hindbrain belatedly kicks online and suddenly he's desperate to find someone. He feels naturally drawn to people who ALSO have animal hindbrains, whether he realizes it or not. This narrows his options down to Kakashi or... Kiba.

-Obviously he's not choosing Kiba, ew. After coming to the astute conclusion that he wants Kakashi to bite his neck and pound him into a mattress, he starts to relentlessly pursue him in the bluntest way possible. Which is to say he marches up to him and boldly declares that they should fuck.

-Kakashi is flabbergasted, terrified, and also desperate because now that Naruto's mentioned it, he can't stop thinking about it. And Naruto also smells really good, and Kakashi's hands would be so big on his waist, and it would be amazing. But also wrong. But also... well, he'll only hold out against Naruto for so long anyway, I guess.

Title: Planetary Summary: After a seal gone wrong, Naruto thinks he got off without any consequences. The sudden wet dreams he keeps having about Kakashi-sensei are weird, but he kind of enjoys them a ton, so he doesn't mind. It never occurs to him that they might be real.

-Naruto blows a seal up and suddenly he and Kakashi have connected dreams. Neither of them realize that they're both cognizant, that the dreams are real, and they're both lucid. Kakashi thinks he's having the same old wet dreams he's been having for the past year. Naruto thinks it's a cool, neat new feature.

-Kakashi basically ravishes Naruto every night thinking none of it is real and that he's finally just gone off the deep end and is having insanely detailed dreams as a result. Tons of filth, but also a lot of desperate kissing, 'I love you's, and various desperate apologies. Naruto is slightly taken aback but enthusiastically there for the ride.

-Eventually, a few vague mentions make it click that hey, they're both experiencing this same thing. The tension is insane. Naruto wants to climb him like a tree. Kakashi is drowning in self-righteous guilt. You know the drill.

[watermelongirl01]

Sweet Rescue - 04

Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: SMUT, And lots and lots of fluff.

A/N: Let me know if you like it pleaseeeeeeee.

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“What do you say?” Dean asked, a hopeful grin tugging at his lips.

“No.”

His smile faltered. “No?”

You sighed, bracing yourself. “Dean, we need to talk.”

His expression shifted, concern flickering in his eyes. He had prepared for this, at least, he thought he had. A part of him knew you might turn him down.

After all, you’d been dodging his calls, sending him straight to voicemail. He only managed to reach you by calling the bakery, knowing you’d have no choice but to pick up.

At least you agreed to meet him. That had to count for something.

“Sweetheart…”

“Dean,” you interrupted gently, “maybe this just isn’t working for you. And that’s okay, really. Maybe you don’t like me that way.”

His jaw clenched. “No, no, you’ve got it all wrong. The problem isn’t that I don’t like you. It’s that I like you too much.”

You frowned. “That makes no sense.”

“I know,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “But let me explain.”

You hesitated before sighing and sinking onto the couch, the same couch where he left you that night.

“Fine.”

Dean didn’t waste a second, sitting beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours.

“Before you, I liked… hanging out. A lot,” he started.

“You slept around a lot,” you clarified.

His mouth opened, then shut again. He rubbed the back of his neck, searching for better wording. ��Uh… yeah, okay. If you put it that way.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, yes. I was a one-night stand guy,” he admitted. “And that gave me a reputation.”

He wiped his palms on his jeans. Damn, he was nervous.

“The first time you came to the firehouse, everyone saw me practically drooling over you. And how could I not?” His voice softened as his hand slid over yours. His green eyes searched your face, waiting for any sign that you’d pull away. But you didn’t.

Encouraged, he continued. “Then I overheard some guys on my squad betting on how long it would take me to sleep with you.” His gaze dropped to your hands. “Some said days. Others gave it a couple of weeks.”

He exhaled heavily. “That messed with my head. Because I already know I don’t deserve you, but I need you to know that I like you. In that way. And in every way.”

Dean shifted closer, his free hand gently cradling your face. You let him.

“I got so focused on proving to myself, to them, to you, that I wasn’t just some guy looking to get you in bed that I ended up avoiding you like the plague.”

A small laugh escaped your lips, and Dean swore his heart skipped a beat.

And believe me, baby, I do want you. I want to fuck you, take care of you, everything about you turns me on, even when you’re wearing that damn apron full of flour and powder sugar.”

Your laughter rang out again, and he thought it was the sweetest sound. “Even the apron?”

“Especially the apron,” he smirked, shaking his head in amusement. Then his expression turned serious. “I’m sorry I was a jerk, sweetheart.”

You studied him for a moment before offering a soft smile. “It’s okay, De. I forgive you. But how about we try something new, like, I don’t know… actual communication?”

His lips twitched. “I’m not great at talking about feelings, but for you? I’ll try.” His thumb brushed gently along your cheek. “If that means it could be more of us, I’ll try everything.” 

“I don’t know what makes you think you don’t deserve me, but you’re wrong,” you murmured.

Dean exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Let’s not go there tonight, sweetheart.”

Instead, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a slow, lingering kiss, one filled with quiet promises and unspoken apologies. It was sweet, tender, and just enough to steal your breath away.

And when he pulled back, he was already aching to do it again.

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"So, we’re here. Are you sure you want to meet everyone?"

Dean glanced at you as he parked the Impala outside Harvelle’s Roadhouse.

“Of course I am,” you said confidently.

Dean smirked. “Then why are you biting your nails like that? Sweetheart, you’re gonna hit bone soon.”

You huffed, lowering your hand. “Well, these are the most important people in your life. A girl can be nervous.”

“They’re going to love you, and you practically know all of them already, there’s nothing to be worried about,” he reassured.

Stepping out of the car, Dean moved to your side and opened the door. He offered his hand. “Let’s go?”

“Let’s go,” you said with a smile.

As soon as you stepped inside the bar, familiar faces turned your way. Sam grinned, already making his way over, two beer bottles in hand.

“Took you long enough. Cas is already drunk.”

Dean scoffed. “Shocker.”

With a protective hand on the small of your back, Dean led you toward the table where everyone had gathered. Conversations quieted, all eyes landing on the two of you.

“Hey, guys,” he announced, drawing everyone’s attention. He introduced you, and you recognized familiar faces: Castiel, the doctor who treated you at the hospital, along with Meg and Jo, the two paramedics who helped you. There were also the firefighters who rescued you: Bobby, Jack, Benny, and, of course, Dean and Sam. A few more firefighters were around, though you hadn’t met them yet.

“Guys, this is my girl,” Dean declared proudly.

All your shyness melted away as you smiled and nodded. “I am his girl.”

“It was about damn time,” Bobby said with a sip of his beer.

The night unfolded nicely. Dean kept you close all evening as if he were afraid you’d slip away. He peppered your lips with random, loving kisses; he just couldn’t get enough of having you near. In the middle of the laughter and jokes with Sam and Bobby, you even heard the legendary tale of how Dean had once nearly torn the fire station apart when he lost your phone number.

“Really?” you asked, half-amused.

“Can you blame me?” Dean retorted, planting another kiss on your lips.

Even when you were deep in conversation with Meg, Dean would interrupt with affectionate smooches.

“Would you mind, Winchester? We’re in the middle of something,” Meg chided, rolling her eyes.

“In the middle of what?” Dean asked with mock innocence.

“She was about to say yes to making my wedding cake,” Meg teased.

“Wait, really?” Castiel interrupted.

You smiled and nodded in response.

“Don’t interrupt them, Dean. I expect a tasty cake at my wedding,” Meg declared, laughing.

“I’ll kiss my girlfriend whenever I feel like it, especially if I annoy Meg,” Dean shot back.

Meg rolled her eyes and gently pulled you closer.

“Well, careful there, Cas,” a voice teased from behind you. “Looks like Dean’s coming for your ‘Boyfriend of the Year’ title.”

Dean smirked as he turned. “Damn right I am.”

Castiel nudged him playfully.

“Sweetheart, this is Jody Mills,” Dean said. “She’s a close friend.”

“The sheriff?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do you guys know everyone in this city?”

Laughter followed your question.

Jody extended a hand, but before you could shake it, she pulled you into a hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you. This boy doesn’t shut up about you.”

You glanced up at Dean, whose ears had turned slightly pink. He cleared his throat, avoiding your knowing look.

The night felt perfect. Laughter, warmth, and stolen kisses made it impossible not to feel like you belonged there.

Everything felt perfect. Laughter filled the table, and proud glances were exchanged whenever someone looked at Dean with you by his side.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

Away from the table, however, Sam found himself in the men’s bathroom. Washing his hands, he got startled when he heard the door open.

“Jo?” Sam asked, puzzled. “What are you doing here? This is the men’s bathroom.”

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Relax. My mom and I own this place. It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. What are you doing?”

Her expression turned serious. “Did he tell her?”

Sam’s stomach twisted. “Tell her what?”

Jo rolled her eyes. “Dean. Did he tell her?”

Realization hit Sam like a punch to the gut.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “And it’s none of our business.”

Jo scoffed. “She wouldn’t look that happy if he had.”

Sam clenched his jaw. “Drop it, Jo.”

“He’s not over her.”

“I honestly think he is.”

She shook her head. “No, Sam. What happens if Amara comes back?”

“She’s not coming back.”

Jo stared at him, unconvinced.

Sam sighed, stepping closer. “Dean is happy. For the first time in a long damn time. When he decides it’s time to tell her, he will.” He narrowed his eyes. “But don’t you dare take that from him.”

Silence stretched between them before Sam turned and walked out.

Back at the table, Dean and Castiel were arm-wrestling over the ‘Boyfriend of the Year’ title while the rest of the group egged them on.

Sam shook his head, amused, before sliding into the seat next to you.

You smiled warmly at him. “Having fun?”

Sam smirked. “How weird do you think we are so far?”

You took a sip of your drink. “Plenty.”

“Plenty enough to scare you off?”

You glanced at Dean, his laugh loud and easy and his hand reaching for yours like it was a second nature.

“Nope,” you said, smiling. “Not even a little bit.”

Sam chuckled, leaning back in his chair. Yeah. You were here to stay.

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Later that night, Sam, your designated driver, dropped both of you to your house. Surprisingly, neither of you got drunk, but when Sam insisted on driving and you took his side, Dean had no other choice but to agree.

“I told you they were going to love you.” 

He said as he leaned forward, placing a quick kiss over your lips.

“You did.”

“I was right.”

You hummed in agreement as you were busy talking with his lips over yours.

Your hands slid over his chest, getting rid of his brown jacket, tossing it to the side. You began to wander around his torso heading to the end of his black shirt, tugging the end of it. He got the message, helping you to get rid of his shirt over his head.

Dean made you walk backwards until your legs bumped with the end of your bed, he pulled you up with ease and dropped you on the mattress, making you bounce.

His hands slowly traveled to your feet, carefully taking off your heels. The same hands he used to pull down your skirt while looking directly at your eyes.

“Sit down for me, sweetheart.”  He commanded and you automatically obeyed.

He stripped you of your shirt and unclapped your bra, leaving you with just your lace panties.

His eyes roamed all over your body, looking at you with a mix of adoration and desire while he removed his pants, remaining in boxers. Your eyes quickly traveled down to the huge bulge.

Dean's eyes stayed glued to her body, he couldn’t believe what he saw, he thought you were divine, what were you doing with someone like him? 

“Dean?” Your sweet voice made him come back to his senses.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“Please touch me, I need you.”

Dean didn't need a second invitation. He moved swiftly, kneeling beside her, then settling over her, his knee gently between her legs. 

“So needy,” he murmured.

His lips found yours, a slow, lingering kiss that deepened, then trailed down her neck. His hand making their way to your clothed core, the subtle pressure against your wetness made you gasp.

His fingers caressing your wet folds over the fabric, making you gasp. 

“We need to get rid of these.” He whispered, his voice husky.

With just one hand, he pulled down your underwear leaving you completely naked in front of him. The lights were off, but the light coming from the window was enough. 

His eyes looked at you with adoration, he thought of you as perfect, the color of your skin, the softness of your body, every inch of your body, even the parts you didn’t love as much.

“I need to taste you first, baby.”

You were speechless, the only thing you could do was nod.

He spread your legs for himself, Dean began placing little and wet kisses all over your inner thighs until his tongue found the sweet nectar of your arousal, the rhythm of his tongue worked wonders, with a blend of licking and sucking stimulating your clit.

Building to an explosive orgasm that sent shivers through you, arching your back, culminating in a gasp that shook your whole body, he had you collapsing on the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets.

He made you scream for the first time.

You wanted to return the favor but he gently held you back.

“Tonight is about you.” He said.

That night Dean’s mouth made a map on your body, appreciating every curve, every secret place, and it was as good as he dreamed of, it was even better. You tasted like his favorite pie. A sweet delight.

Dean lost his boxers and tossed them somewhere in the room, He rubbed his hard erection between your wet folds making you squirm in pleasure. 

“Please.” You begged.

“What do you need, baby?” He asked, his voice somehow sounded deeper and gruffer than normally.

“I need you inside now.” You couldn’t recognize your own voice, you were in too deep, lost in an overwhelming wave of pleasure.

For a brief moment, a flicker of concern crossed your mind, worried he might not be able to fit. But he quickly dismissed it as he filled you completely. 

“Fuck, I fit just perfectly, baby.” He groaned.

You never knew what was screaming someone’s name in pleasure, but you did that night as his movements became a rhythm of ecstasy, your nails scratching his back as he found your sweet spot. 

Moans filled the room, a chorus of passion intermingled with sloppy kisses and the promise of tender aftercare.

It was simply perfect. 

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aventurine going undercover at veritas prime uni fic idea

OK LETS BUCKLE UP. THIS FIC IDEA HAS BEEN CONSUMING ME FOR SO LONG BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN I CAN START THIS GUY (trying to finish my current fic before committing to this guy) so i just need to lay this plot bunny into the world lol

Main idea: there is an internal issue going on at Veritas Prime, the uni Dr Ratio works at, which is lowkey stressing him out. I think it would be a matter similar to the Ruan Mei and Dr Ratio quest in that it could be a kinda structural issue that Dr Ratio cannot solve as an insider because it would spook the culprits too much (i'm thinking of a baby cult or smth like that, similar to the banana memetic thingy in HSR too). As you can tell, this issue is just a vehicle to put Aventio into Situations. I'm just creating a problem at this point hah

Either way, Aventurine gets pulled into this of his own free will after seeing how stressed his situationship has been recently

They decide that Aventurine, as a great actor and an outsider to VPUni, could go undercover as a student there, especially as the second semester is starting so he could easily pose as a mid-year transfer student from another uni (international student? Or rather interastral student lol. I forgot the words bruh).

Now a potential problem (for Aventurine's emotional state hahahah): Aventurine cannot conceivably pose as one of Dr R's students because their accidental sexual tension would be so potent that rumors would spring up ASAP. Put these two guys together and EVERYONE will know that there's something going on between them

and like i need aventurine to make friends with his peers... this man NEEDS friends i am not kidding. also aventurine could occasionally trauma dump (only the most out of context stuff, e.g. yh i nearly died a couple of months but its whateverrr, and maybe yh i once homoerotically pulled a gun on myself and made a stranger watch. we're in a situationship now ahaha) and maybe get some support from people who aren't Ratio? like maybe it would be easier to share his feelings if he isn't viewed as a stoneheart who knows.

and ofc a bit of emotional turmoil because he gets imposter syndrome 😍

And maybe he would go by kakavasha, as he initially thinks that the past/his name is dead to him, so it wouldn't affect him much 👀however, he later realises that he actually quite likes being referred to as that (or the angstier route: he hates it). So why would he even choose Kakavasha in the first place? Well honestly a) I can't think of another name b) neither can aventurine

so like what would aventurine even be studying whilst undercover? honestly like he COULD become a finance bro and study economics or whatever... but hear me out. What about philosophy?? Not only was penacony's story very deeply intrenched in each of the cast's respective philosophy, I feel like aventurine may choose it because Dr R has a phd in it,, he wants to be at lteast a bit closer to the man because he is down BAD for him (on the other side, i think ratio would be quite pleased that aventurine chose that lol)

-> also like i've never studied philosophy but the vibes i get from it is that HOW you present your respective argument is probably more important than the argument itself?? Like i just think that Aventurine IS very cunning and would probably do well in an argument especially if he managed to pick up some stuff from Ratio as well lol (if someone knows what happens in philosophy classes pls let me know if this is even remotely correct)

also i think a really interesting thing to explore would be all the different sides of Ratio,, like the students would place him on such a massive pedastal and aventurine would be forced to review his relationship and finally see just how much Ratio actually cares for him ಥ_ಥ

i have no more thoughts about this fic idea, but at the end ofc aventio get together

-> maybe the friends that Aventurine pick up accidentally see them get together and are like: omg is that Kakavasha's situationship...? Wait does that mean he pulled a gun on our teacher on the first meeting???

If you've read this far thanks for reading!! hope it amused you

[nyxtickled]

Fucking hell, Nyx. I have down-shifted my presence on here significantly lately (only tangentially relevant tl;dr: it turns out that the added mental bandwidth from my ADHD meds is not the only thing I need in order to be a good member of a kink community, and I am still working on the rest) so it took me a minute to get caught up, but I have now.

I am really fucking sorry that Socal put you through all of this extremely unhinged, unnecessary, sociopathic shit; I am really fucking glad you had the receipts ready to unload; and I am really really fucking amazed at your fortitude, both in carrying it mostly in silence as long as you did, and in opening up about all of it. I obviously also wish you hadn't had to do either of those things, but that's not news. I reiterate: fucking hell. 😞

(Incidentally: he was the pissant, penny-ante troglodyte shitheel, wasn't he? Your answers to other asks implied you knew who the main anon hater was, and that you'd taken some distance from them. It deserves mentioning that that was the same fucking guy. If someone wrote a character that toxic on an HBO show, people would say it was unrealistic. Fucking hell. 🤮)

I've always felt two ways about sharing community hygiene posts because my blog is tiny and I legitimately can't see that it matters (though I do it anyway) but I also saw the one that said "reblog that shit no matter the size of your blog" so I guess I'm done feeling two ways about it. Do you mind if I add a couple of my own thoughts when I do? They feel really inconsequential, because I have not dealt with anything even remotely like this, but I think I saw a reply saying you appreciated other people's perspectives, so I dunno.

Either way. I am glad you're here and that you continue to be here despite All Of The God-Damned Fucking Bullshit. The community is better for it. I am very evidently not the only one who feels that way, either. Go hug your wife and cuddle your dog and gather some spoons. 🖤

hey there, my dear beloved Thing 💖 it’s so great to hear from you! and i appreciate your empathy and support, very very much.

(incidentally: your suspicion is absolutely indeed on par with mine. the first time i ever received anon hate was during the screenshot fallout i shared when my dog got sick, as i was ignoring his calls and receiving walls of toxic texts from him. the second time was during the additional screenshot fallout i shared when the AUNT convo went down. the next time was after i got married, when i wasn’t speaking to him anymore. and, ever since i ended the connection entirely, ive been getting sporadic anon hate from the same person who just keeps trolling about me “cheating” since im married now etc. lmao, it’s just, the timing??? is way too fucking suspicious and it makes me laugh every single time i think abt it)

i am always open to anyone sharing their thoughts and perspectives! you’re more than welcome to add anything you want to a rb.

thank you for being here. the overwhelming response has been so validating and healing bc i legit only wanted to look out for others, and i’m so grateful that it was received in the way i intended. 💜

[jalluzas-ferney]

I don’t think this is an unpopular opinions but lowkey fannon kailor is sm better than cannon kailor.

(Read the tags)

[moonchild-in-blue]

So I just made the most half-assed, spur of the moment notebook, and I think it looks pretty cute 🥹

Process pics + lil video bellow 👇

Disclaimer: I've done much better binding before, this was a very last minute, let's just have fun, quick thing, so don't judge it too hard 🥺

So! I was sorting through some papers and such, and I found these loose signatures I had taken out of an old notebook and never did anything with. Figured I could turn them into a cute lil sketchbook!

I ended up using just the three bigger stacks (the smaller I'll do later), and some used watercolour paper to make the inner case a bit sturdier.

Took out the fraying old threads, bound the three signatures together, and then stitched the harder paper cover.

Then I used an old sketch painting (I have LOADS of discarded paintings just laying around), and glued it to the cover (with just good ol' glue stick).

The painting is just acrylic on sketch paper (thinner than watercolour), so the cover is quite floppy and has a nice plastic finish. The paint was layed quite thick in some areas and textured, which makes it super nice to touch.

Size is slightly smaller and thinner than a B6, but bigger than A6. Here's a comparison with my A5 journal:

Okay that's it! Bye! 💙