#the question is immediately forgotten for pie

[topazshadowwolf]

A thought I had about gooptales that I like to call "Lyra regrets agreeing to help" lol

(She and Nightmare are NOT answering these questions they want a lawyer)

:3 poor Lyra. The boys are just curious! And maybe want a mom. Thank you so much! (I do have some… awkward moments planned for her with the boys. Can’t just have Nightmare dealing with it all.)

[glitterjay]

— how i think enhypen would take care of you while sick

⠀⭒fluff, ot7

— LHS.이희승 the sweetest of them all. you'd feel better from whatever sickness you may have but would probably get diabetes from this man. he'd make sure you always have what you need at reach. ngl, i have the strong feeling heeseung would absolutely use his beautiful voice as a way to relax you. singing your favorite songs for you and also putting up a little show to keep you entertained (since he wont let you leave the house either).

— PJS.박종성 acts and services. he's doing all the house work, doing laundry, feeding the pets, cooking food, he's got everything covered. jay would spend most of his time making sure things get done, but as soon as he has time he's onto you checking how you're feeling, and giving you lots and lots of affection.

— SJY.심재윤 puppy jake would be worried most of the time because his s/o being sick is probably one (if not thee) worst thing that could ever happen to him. i know for a fact he would not leave your side 24/7. work? screw it. practice? forgotten. a hang out with the boys? can wait. his baby is in need of him and that is the only thing that matters.

— PSH.박성훈 i think hoon is the awkward type of boyfriend in this situation. he's always been taken care of, so he isn't very familiar with what to do himself. constant questions such as "is there anything you need? would you like me to do this or that? would this make you feel better?" but it's okay because his cute akwardness makes you feel better instantly.

— KSN.김선우 sunoo is another lovely sweetie pie :( he makes sure to give you all of his attention and even offers to buy you your favorite snacks in hopes that'll make you feel better. i personally feel like he would ask what your favorite book is and he would read it for you until you feel better. at home dates like watching a movie or baking something (if you feel good enough to get up) are a must.

— YJW.양정원 jungwon's natural boyfriend instincts would tingle and he'd be immediately making you some tea he learned is good for when someone is sick. he has been preparing for this moment HIS ENTIRE LIFE and he's more than ready for it. did he spend night after night lookikg for remedies and effective medicine? of course. did it pay off? absolutely. there is no cold that could go past jungwon.

— NRK 西村 力 now, ni-ki is the type to latch onto you and just... never let go. i feel like he's already the affectionate type, but it just gets more intense if you're sick. small fights would happen often because you don't want him to get sick but he doesn't care (or listen) at all. ni-ki ends up winning in the end and just spends his time watching movies with you and asking those around him for help when you need something.

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[deakyjoe]

Misfire

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader (afab)

Category: smut, fluff

Summary: After a long day, Copia gets a little too excited at finally seeing you.

Warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, premature ejaculation, kissing, groping, cum eating, shower sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, f receiving oral, cream pie, established relationship, stressed Copia, needy Copia, hurt/comfort, praise kink, fluff

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Every horny thought I had previously about Copia that had been pushed to the back of my mind with the insistence of “I don’t need to write that” came back in full swing after RHRN and manifested into this. Title comes from the song of the same name by Queen.

Consider buying me a coffee :)

The day had been long and stressful. Like most days were. And there was nothing Copia wanted more than to be back in his room, in bed, with you underneath him or his face buried between your legs. It was the only suitable way to unwind after a difficult day in his opinion. Fucking you.

As soon as his last meeting was done, and he'd managed to convince Sister Imperator that the latest pile of paperwork she'd dumped on his desk could wait for tomorrow, he was out the door and practically running to go and find you. Thankfully, you were exactly where you always were at the end of the day. You were waiting for him back in his rooms, ready to do whatever he needed to feel better.

The door swung open with an unceremonious thwack against the wall, door handle banging into the paint and contributing to the dent that already existed there. It slammed back into its frame behind Copia, all cares about possibly disturbing his neighbours gone. He just needed you.

At the clattering sounds of him appearing, you looked up from the book you were reading and immediately stood to greet him. "Hello, my love. How was your day?"

Copia dismissed your question with a wave of his hand, instead marching towards you with purpose. "No time. Need you."

You didn't have much time to react but the page of the book you were on was forgotten as the item fell to the seat of the chair you were previously situated on, and you prepared yourself to be met with his hands that were already outstretched towards you.

His pace was fast. So fast in fact that when he collided against you, mouth slanting over yours with the slightest clash of teeth, you stumbled back a couple of paces. Luckily, his arms were tightly wound around you in time to steady you and prevent you from falling.

The kiss was messy and desperate, the low whine he let out at the relief of finally touching you telling you everything you needed to know about the state of his day. It obviously hadn't been a good one. But you knew how to solve that.

For Copia, no amount of contact was enough. He was glad that he'd forgone his Cardinal vestments for the day, one less layer between the two of you. One of his hands pushed into the small of your back to draw your body as close as possible to his. The other was on the back of your head to keep your lips firmly pressed against his. On top of that he was leaning forward, almost bending you backwards and making your spine arch in a slightly uncomfortable position, to make sure you didn't leave his embrace for even a second.

His tongue licked hotly and urgently into your mouth and it wasn't long before you could feel him growing hard between you. It didn't take much on days like this. So without breaking away from him, because you knew that would make his day even worse, you slowly started to guide him back towards his bed.

Copia hadn't realised that the two of you were moving, too distracted by the feeling of you, until the backs of his legs hit the wooden frame. He hummed against your mouth in appreciation, you always knew what he needed. Not like it was difficult to tell when he was being like this.

He whimpered when you had to break apart in order to get on the bed, hands not leaving you for a second as you crawled on and collapsed against the pillows and he climbed on top of you. Not a second was wasted as he went back to kissing you, pushing your thighs apart so he could slot himself between them and rest almost the entirety of his body weight on you.

One of his hands roamed you, sliding up underneath the hem of your shirt to gain access to your skin. Even if he couldn't feel it because of his gloves, knowing that the leather was on your bare flesh was enough for him. Your own hands were tangled in his hair, letting the strands run a little looser after being pristine for the day, and pulling him as impossibly closer as you could. You knew he liked it when you showed how you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

It didn't take long before his lustful impulses took over and the friction of your bodies against each other had him pushing his pelvis into yours with a snap of his hips.

"Fuck." He hissed against your mouth, hips rutting forward again. "I'm sorry. I can't- I can't stop, it feels so good."

You slid your hands down to cup his face in your palms, thumbs swiping across his cheeks to calm him down. "Copia, my love, if it feels good then don't stop."

His mouth fell open, a protest dying on his lips when he saw how genuine you were being about the idea, brows scrunching together in pleasure as he let himself rut against you again. After that, all control was lost.

His mouth crashed back over yours, desperate to feel as much of you as possible. He chased the feeling that was steadily building, convinced that he could do this for just a little while longer before he took your clothes off and actually fucked you.

But you knew better.

You could tell he was getting close by the whines he was letting out into your mouth getting higher in both pitch and frequency. His hips were also rutting against you at a much faster rate, almost frantic. Then suddenly he stilled, limbs going rigid and jaw falling open around a long groan of elated satisfaction.

He collapsed on top of you, face buried in the side of your neck and heavy pants tickling your skin. You let your hands slide around to his back, tracing patterns with your finger tips along his clothes.

Copia sighed suddenly, mumbling against your ear. "I'm so sorry. I, eh, I don't know what happened."

"It's okay." You replied, a content smile gracing your lips. He didn't need to apologise, there was nothing you loved more than his happiness. And if that was caused by him coming in his pants just through some dry humping? Then you were all too pleased for him. You let him rest for a couple more minutes, allowing his breathing rate to slow down, before suggesting something that always made him feel better. "Let's go get you cleaned up, hm? Shower?"

The smile in his voice was evident. "Okey dokey."

He slowly pushed himself up, hands running down the lengths of your legs to keep in contact with you as you yourself also sat up. You took his hands in yours as you started to lead him towards his en suite bathroom, letting him wind his arms around your waist and push his face into the side of your neck to keep you close.

When you got to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror, you found that the black paint he applied to his top lip every day was now smeared around your mouth. This was a common occurrence.

You pointed it out to him anyway. "Look, we're matching."

And Copia smiled like he always did. "It suits you."

You rolled your eyes at the same line he always gave you, biting down on your bottom lip to smother the grin it always brought to your face. After switching the shower on, you gave it a minute to warm up as you started to help Copia remove his clothes. He let you do it, a fond smile on his face as he noticed your eyebrows pinch in concentration.

His thighs were sticky from your previous activities and your eyes lit up at the sight. Copia's own eyes practically popped out of his head as he watched you swipe a finger through the mess and then suck it off into your mouth with a pleased hum.

That was all it took for him to start ripping your clothes off and then push you into the shower whilst you giggled at his new found energy.

"Slow down, my love. We have time and you could probably use a minute." You glanced down to where he was hanging soft and pulled him under the hot stream of water with you to start cleaning him off.

Copia's head rested on your shoulder, his hair dripping into his eyes and making his black eye makeup start running, as you lathered him up with soap and got to work gently washing the day's stress away. Once he was spotless you pressed a kiss against his neck to tell him you were done and he stood up straight to look at you.

An adoring smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he cupped your face in a bare palm and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. He kissed you quickly, softly, and then sank down onto his knees. He gazed up at you, mismatched eyes wide and almost vulnerable, black paint cascading from his eyes. You used your thumbs to wipe the mess away before giving him the go ahead with a small nod.

Copia dived in between your thighs, enthusiastically licking at every inch he could reach. His eyes closed in pleasure, moans rumbling through his chest and out of his mouth against you. The fingers of one of your hands threaded through his hair, encouraging him, the other steadying you against the wall to hold yourself up. He was always so keen to please, so desperate to know he was doing well, so that's exactly what you gave him.

"Mhm, just like that." You sighed, meeting his opened eyes. "Good boy."

He whined against you, somehow pushing his face further into you and bumping his nose against your clit. One of his large hands splayed across the plains of your thigh, tips of his fingers pressing into the soft flesh and pushing your leg up to hook your knee over his shoulder. That only gave him better access and a new angle. As much as you wanted to stay composed for him, to keep praising him, the new sensation had a choked cry leaving your mouth and your head dropping backwards in pleasure.

Copia licked and sucked with determination, working towards the goal of getting you to orgasm against his face. He kept a close watch on every reaction you gave, making sure to keep his eyes open now so he didn’t miss a single response you gave to anything he did. Water rained down onto his head, beating against his face and making it harder to see, but he didn’t care. He only cared about making you feel good. Because you always made him feel good. He loved to return the favour.

Your toes curled, thighs clenching around him and drawing him closer against you. Copia knew then that the end goal was arriving soon and this only motivated him further, his rapid motions only picking up further like a man starved. The fingers carded in his hair tightened, tugging on the roots harshly, and Copia groaned loudly, sending vibrations rippling through you. That tipped you over the edge.

A smile spread across his face as you rocked your hips against it, chasing the high that he’d given you. Once it had eased out to a warm glow Copia stood again, wincing as his knees cracked.

“You need to be more careful, my love. Your joints can’t handle positions like those anymore.” You hummed, cupping his face in your hands.

“For you I will bear the pain and get on my knees any day.” He retorted as he leaned in to kiss you.

The proximity alerted you to the fact that he was hard again and you pulled away from him with a startled squeak and looked down to where he was pressing against your stomach.

“Bad days make you like a horny teenager.” You chuckled, not complaining in the slightest.

“No, you make me like a horny teenager.” He countered and kissed you again, tongue lapping into your mouth so you could taste yourself on him.

Steam from the hot shower had clouded the room but neither of you cared as Copia pushed you against the wall and slid into you. You both gasped lowly into each other’s mouths in gratification at the feeling, him lifting one of your legs to give him better access.

He fucked you slowly and lovingly, a strong contrast to the way he’d been rutting against you earlier. But that had been for relief. This was for comfort. He took his time with it, letting the sensation build slowly as to not rush it this time. And you were all too happy to let him have you anyway he wanted you.

Water cascaded between you, causing his body to slip against yours with ease and making it difficult to breathe between kisses. But neither of you cared, not being able to bear being too far away from each other for even a fraction of a second.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your second orgasm, despite the slow pace. And the feeling of you clenching around him meant Copia wasn’t far behind. He stilled as he came inside you, pumping a few more times to make sure he filled you.

After a few more kisses, he slid out of you with a hiss and it was his turn to wash you. He babbled about how much he loved you, a mix of English and Italian and what you thought to be some Latin leaving his mouth in hushed tones. You could only smile back, knowing he knew how much you loved him too.

Once the shower was done, and the steam started to clear, you dried each other off and giggled about meaningless things. You pointed out how much you adored the greys in his hair as you ruffled his head with a towel. He pointed out the bite mark he’d left on your thigh that you hadn’t even noticed he’d given you in the shower as he wiped water droplets off of your skin.

When you returned to the bedroom and started searching for some pyjamas for you to wear, one of his fingers tracing up and down the line of your spine, he informed you that he wanted to sleep naked. To feel you as close to him as possible. You agreed with a simple nod of your head. And when you crawled into bed, you told Copia how much he meant to you. He only blushed and returned the sentiment.

With the lights off, mumbles of affectionate praises, promises of eternal love, and soft kisses were exchanged until the two of you fell into a peaceful sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

A/N: this started out as something meant to be strictly horny and then turned all sweet at the end?? Anyway, hope you enjoyed my first dive into Copia fanfic!

[ihaechans]

Midnight Driver || N.JM

PAIRING ▸ Jaemin x reader

GENRES ▸ smut, semi-public sex

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, they are parked in an abandoned parking lot it’s just not stated, sex under the influence (alcohol), hints at drunk driving (please don’t do this), oral (f), pet names, unprotected sex (another stupid decision), cream pie (the decisions keep getting worse on the readers part), multiple orgasms, hints at shower sex, big dick jaem, hair pulling

SUMMARY ▸ Fucking in the middle of no where with a man you met no more than a month ago was not something on your bucket list, but for some reason, it wasn’t something you were completely against.

WORD COUNT▸ 1.6k

A/N: blessing y’all with two smuts today who cheered. Working hard lately because I feel like I haven’t been doing enough writing this year but I hope you guys enjoy this quick one. Feel free to send requests! They are always open! Also this is not edited lmao

“Ever fucked in a car before?”

Jaemin sits still next to you in the drivers seat, eyes ahead as he stares into the darkness of the night.

It’s pitch black outside, nothing is heard beside the soft breaths of Jaemin and yourself, alone with the crickets. The car engine hums softly, masking the otherwise eerie silence that surrounds you both.

The night started off innocent. A simple date with Na Jaemin at the bar down town, no sexual intentions, just a genuine connection and a few drinks to let loose.

Maybe one too many drinks.

A smile creeps up on your face as you turn towards Jaemin, giggling at his question. “No, have you?”

Jaemin chuckles, his eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim moonlight that filters through the windshield. “No, but we could change that if you want.” The words slide off his tongue a little too smoothly, your legs automatically pressing together as his deep voice hits your ears.

You feel a shiver run down your spine, both from the cool night air and the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Fucking in the middle of no where with a man you met no more than a month ago was not something on your bucket list, but for some reason, it wasn’t something you were completely against.

“And what would you do if I were to say yes?”

A mischievous smile dances on his lips as he glances at you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Why don’t you just let me show you?”

You haven’t gotten butterflies in ages, but god Jaemin was such a sweet talker it was almost impossible not to feel anything with the way he was speaking to you.

“What makes you think I’d say yes Jaemin?”

Jaemin leans closer, his voice low and husky in your ear, “Come on baby, i see the way you’re pressing your legs together, why don’t you let me help with that, hm?”

Your heart races at his words, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. With every second, you were getting more and more turned on, the closeness in proximity between you two not helping any.

Jaemin doesn’t back away when he finishes speaking, staring straight into the side of your head. Your heart nearly stops when you feel his hand softly grab your chin, turning your head to face his own.

“Just say the word baby, I’m right here.”

Baby. That’s what does it.

A split second is all it takes for Jaemin’s lips to be on yours, a hand coming to rest on the back of your neck as he kisses you deeper, tongue begging for access into your mouth.

There’s desperation in Jaemin’s kisses, a desperation telling you he’s been waiting to do this for a while now.

With each touch of his lips, the car seems to fade away into the background, forgotten in the midst of this electrifying moment. Only when you try to shift closer, bumping into the armrest is when you snap out of the daze Jaemin’s kisses have put you under, breaking away with an embarrassed giggle.

Without a word, Jaemin pops the car door open, immediately hopping into the back seat, clearly waiting for you to join him.

Like an idiot, you climb over the armrest, nearly crashing face first into Jaemin’s lap.

“Someone’s a little clumsy,” Jaemin chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watches you settle onto the back seat beside him.

He doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s pulling you into his lap, hands resting on your hips. The car engine hums softly as the midnight air rushes in through the open windows, the city lights creating a vibrant backdrop to this intimate moment.

“You’re wasting gas by keeping the car on you know,” you remark, playfully poking Jaemin's chest. Jaemin smirks, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“That’s really what you’re focused on right now?” He chuckles again, caressing your face intimately.

You can feel the thrill of the midnight air mixing with the electricity between you two, as you lean in closer, capturing his lips with yours once again.

The kiss is softer this time, yet the passion intensifies. Your hands entangle in each other's hair as you explore the depths of each other's desire, thinking of nothing but each other.

Jaemin maneuvers your body, positioning you so that your back is leaning against the car door, legs dangling off the seat as Jaemin kneels down in between them. “May I have a taste princess?” He stares up at you, eyes flooded with lust.

With a nod, your heart racing, you eagerly give him permission to explore, hips lifting up as he slides your shorts and panties down at once, revealing your wet core.

Unmoving, Jaemin stares at your cunt, a blush creeping up on your face. You’re about to ask him to do something, mouth opening to complain and immediately closing as he licks a stripe up your pussy, a weak moan leaving your lips.

“What a pretty pussy,” he slurs, wasting no time as he dives back in, slurping and licking relentlessly.

You can’t even form words, moans spilling out with every lick. Jaemin hold your thighs open with his hands, kneading the flesh as he eats you out like a starved man.

Your hands grip Jaemin’s hair, pushing his face into your pussy, rutting your hips up into his face as you near your orgasm. “Gonna cum like a good girl?” He moans as you grip his hair even harder, hips moving frantically against his face.

“Fuck keep going-“ and with one final suck to your clit, you’re toppling over the edge, legs twitching and moans spilling as you release on Jaemin’s tongue.

Finally, you release your hard grip on his hair, looking down in between your legs to be met with dazed eyes staring back at you. “What a good girl,”

It takes a moment for you to recover, Jaemin licking and nipping at your thighs while you catch your breath in silence.

“Let me ride you.” Only then, the silence is broken, Jaemin’s head perking up in surprise from between your legs.

With a smirk, he finds place on the car seat next to you, the car getting crowded with all the movement going on. “Well,” he pats his thighs, signaling for you to sit down on them, “Get to work then baby.”

You chuckle as you climb onto his lap, feeling the familiar heat coursing through your veins. Trying your hardest not to fumble with the belt on his jeans for too long, you finally manage to push the rough material down to his thighs, reaching into his boxers to free Jaemin's cock, eliciting a deep groan from him.

The boy licks his lips as you stare down at his dick, one of his hands finding place on the back of your neck as he pulls you in for another kiss.

Without thinking, you stroke him up and down, earning a few moans from the man In front of you. He rolls his hips up, fucking himself into your hand for a few before aggressively pulling you closer by your waist, breaking the kiss to catch your breath.

“Gonna ride me now?” He’s impatient, but you nod, grabbing him from the base and lining him up with your entrance.

In one swift motion, Jaemin is inside of you, a deep groan filling the air as your wet heat squeezes around him. Your eyes widen when you truly realize how big Jaemin is, a dark chuckle erupting from his chest when he noticed your expression.

“What’s wrong princess? Said you were gonna ride me but now you’re acting all scared.”

“S-shut up,” you slur out, immediately bouncing up and down in his lap after his teasing.

The both of you moan freely, the sound of skin against skin the only audible sound in the car besides your moans. Jaemin feels good inside of you, so deep and full. “Faster,” he growls, slightly thrusting his hips up to meet your bounces.

At this point, you’re moaning so loud it has to be obnoxious on the ears, but Jaemin finds it incredibly hot, thrusting up even harder into you, attempting to make you even louder.

Jaemin suddenly changes the pace, thrusting deep into you perfectly to find the spot that has you gasping for air, gripping onto his bicep impossibly tight, “I’m close,” you moan out, throwing your head back.

You squeal when Jaemin grips your hair, forcing you to keep your gaze on him as he thrusting into you. “Cum for me, come on baby I know you can do it,”

His encouraging words along with one last thrust against your gspot has your eyes rolling back, head dipping forward to rest on his chest as you release around Jaemin.

“Fuck,” he pants, “Where do you want me to cum?” Jaemin’s eyes light up when you mumble a barely audible, “inside”, the man wasting no time as he fucks himself up into you harshly, hips no longer carrying a rhythm as he releases in your cunt.

He groans, finally stilling his hips inside of you.

You open your eyes, head fuzzy as you stare deep into Jaemin’s eyes.

“Jaemin… how am I supposed to clean this up?” The both of you dip your head down in unison, staring down at the mess in between your legs.

Jaemin pulls out, watching as his cum slowly drips out of your hole.

“Shit, that’s hot. Guess you’ll just have to keep it inside until I get you home, yeah?”

With a smirk, Jaemin lifts you off of him, pulling his jeans back over himself. “Jaemin we can’t just stay dirty like this.”

“Alright then, let’s just shower back at my place.”

“Together?”

He chuckles, settling back into the front seat. “You said it, not me.”

[chronicpaingirlie]

Tips For Baking While Disabled :) <3

1. do stuff the “wrong” way [pt: do stuff the “wrong” way]

- my number one tip for literally everything is to do it the “wrong” way if that is the way that will make it accessible to you

- sit down while you prepare stuff. use a machine to knead your bread if it’s too hard on your hands. take as many breaks as you need. use disposable items like parchment paper, foil pans, and paper plates if washing dishes is too much. make things work for you however you need to

2. question everything [pt: question everything]

- if you have the spoons & the brain power, plan ahead & question what the recipe says you have to do

- do you really have to flour the counter & make an extra mess just to knead dough, or can you knead it in the bowl instead? do you really have to use an extra dish for this step?

- there’s lots of things like that that recipes will state as fact that can be adjusted to save you some effort

3. if possible, recruit help [pt: if possible, recruit help]

- i have a bunch of younger siblings who will almost always jump at the chance to help me bake stuff

- see if u can find a family member/friend/housemate/caregiver etc who is willing (maybe even excited!!) to split the baking workload with you

- it fr makes it so much easier even just to have someone who will help you whisk together your ingredients or grab something you’ve forgotten to spare you the effort of moving across the kitchen

4. lay out everything you’ll need ahead of time [pt: lay out everything you’ll need ahead of time]

- this includes all the dishes, utensils, and ingredients you’re going to use for the recipe

- this helps soooo much with my combination of adhd + brain fog problems (aka forgetting things and getting distracted constantly)

- i like to make a designated area (e.g., on the stove or on a separate part of the counter) to immediately put what i’ve used so I know that i’ve used it; this ensures that I don’t add something twice & that i don’t miss any ingredients

- it also makes less moving around in the moment/less getting up & down ! a godsend fr

5. take advantage of built-in resting times [pt: take advantage of built-in resting times]

- when stuff is in the oven, sit or lay down !! it’s free resting time !! pleaseee take advantage of it

6. make cleanup as easy as possible [pt: make cleanup as easy as possible]

- i like to put something under my workspace (bath towel, tablecloth, paper towels, etc) so that when i inevitably spill something, i can just pick it up and shake it off instead of having to scrub my counters

- if you can spare the spoons, scrape off and rinse out the dishes you used so nothing gets hardened & caked on

- fill everythingggg with hot water and leave it in the sink for later!! don’t push yourself too hard & try to do dishes right away; the hot water will make it so much easier for later & you’ll get a chance to rest

7. you don’t have to do everything from scratch [pt: you don’t have to do everything from scratch]

- baking something from a box is still baking!! boxed is good & will help you save spoons but still scratch that baking itch

- you can make just one element of your baking & buy another - e.g., buy pre-made pie crusts and make the filling yourself

- buy pre-chopped/frozen fruits for crumbles and tarts, buy pre-made frosting for the cake you bake, grab some cookie dough from the store and throw it in the oven !!

8. experiment & adjust [pt: experiment & adjust]

- find what works for you & what doesn’t. figure out what recipes you can do & what ones you can’t. see how much effort you’re physically & mentally able to put into baking (without overtaxing yourself!) & take that into consideration for the next time(s) you bake.

- i highly recommend writing down the stuff you figure out - it helps me to both remember & stick to my limits & saves me from pushing myself too hard

(some misc stuff under the cut bc this is so long)

a few things to invest in if you can:

1. kitchen stool [pt: kitchen stool]

- if you’re like me and have Shitty Legs, this means so much less standing & has been a lifesaver for me tbh

2. hand mixer and/or stand mixer [pt: hand mixer and/or stand mixer]

- if you have the strength to both hold up a hand mixer for up to five minutes at time, and to sit up while you do it, they’re almost always the cheaper option, and they take up less storage space. if not, the stand mixer likely will be more expensive & will take up more counter space/storage space, but will be a lot more worth it for you

- check ebay or local online markets for secondhand ones if you can’t afford new ones - I found a used but perfectly good stand mixer for $30 !

3. latex/rubber gloves [pt: latex/rubber gloves]

- makes cleanup so much easier (especially if you have a hard time with hygiene, e.g. bathing or washing hands, extra especially with stuff like batter or dough that can be harder to get off, or with bad textures that will be on your hands)

- reusable ones you can drop in some water and clean off later if you don’t have spoons to do cleanup right away, and disposable can just go in the trash

4. boxed mixes [pt: boxed mixes]

- you’re still baking even if it’s not entirely from scratch!! boxed mixes mean fewer ingredients & steps, and shorter amounts of time spent upright/moving around

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a few links:

justtherecipe.com clears away everything except the recipe for you - no misc stories from the author or ads popping up every 5 seconds . genuinely cannot recommend enough

baking with chronic fatigue

baking with hand pain

a few no-knead bread recipes (link 1) (link 2) (link 3)

[averyakuma]

Forgotten

Pairing: Muichiro Tokito X gn reader

Plot: You and Muichiro were the two youngest hashiras, which led to a relationship between you two. All was so well until something happened at his latest mission..

A/N: I didn’t mean to disappear on you guys, I finally got some motivation and ideas to write, hope you like the angst :]

You were sitting near the entrance of the butterfly estate, dipping your legs into the pond to clear your mind. You had so much going on at the moment, duties of being a hashira, training, and honestly your mental health. You were always mentally sane because of muichiro, he would always soothe you and help you calm down whenever you needed him. But he wasn’t here for you. He was on a mission.

It always freaked you out when he went on missions, he always reassured you that he would be okay and that he will try to return safely. You always thought of the worst, and all the bad things that could possibly happen to him. The worse thing is him losing his memory again. You remembered it was incredibly difficult to talk to him at first, but after regaining his memory, it was easy as pie.

His crow soared the sky, cawing that he has been badly hit on the head, and needs medical attention as soon as possible. Your eyes widened at this, immediately heading towards the butterfly estate. Shinobu and the girls who worked at the estate surrounded him, not leaving a single gap to look at him. You stood frozen at the headboard of the room, fiddling with your fingers. Aoi placed a hand on your shoulder, patting it.

“I’m sure he will be just fine, he just needs a little rest that’s all.” She reassured you. “I really hope so.”

Weeks had gone by, he was still recovering. You always tried to leave letters or trinkets for him on the table to the side, but none of them would let you visit him. It confused you, they all knew you and muichiro were a thing, and you were told he was awake, just resting his body.

One night, when everybody was at their own stations, you wanted to just give him a goodnight kiss on the forehead, as well as a heartfelt letter to show your gratitude and affection towards him. You hummed as you walked down the hallway, about to take the turn into his room, someone had placed their hand on your shoulder. It’s Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro? What are you doing here?..” you mumbled, trying to keep quiet. “Please don’t go in there.. I don’t suggest it..” Tanjiro saddened. Why is everybody stopping me from visiting him?.. You took a peak, your eyes widening.

“I think you’re the most prettiest girl ever Aoi..” Muichiro mumbled. He squeezed her hand as he kissed her knuckles. Aoi with flushed cheeks, replying, “Why thank you..”

“What?..” you covered your mouth, gasping, you look back to Tanjiro, immediately wanting to know what is happening. This has to be some joke right? Right?.. “I’m sorry you have to find out this way..” Tanjiro frowned. “Why didn’t anybody tell me?..” you start to tear up. Tanjiro took your hand and walked you outside, sitting you down.

“Nobody wanted you to be heartbroken, but we all knew you would’ve figured out sooner or later..” He mumbled as he patted your back. “But why didn’t nobody stop it! It’s not- it’s not!” You curled up, tears running down your eyes, like a waterfall. Tanjiro then turned to you, explaining that when Muichiro got hit, it on his head, making him lose his memory once more. He didn’t lose much, but he didn’t remember who was the special girl that he was dating, you.

Aoi was in charge of taking care of him, later on in the weeks muichiro had fell head over heels for her, giving her hints that he did. “Thats basically all of it..” he mumbled. You covered your face out of embarrassment, envy, anger, uncontrollable emotions that was definitely not joy. “He.. he promised me he would be my lover till the very end.. He was the one.. I really thought so..” you mourned harder. Tanjiro let you cry into his shoulder, patting your back. You remembered all the memories you had with him, when he confessed, when you both first said I love you to each other, every single little thing that shown affection to each other.

Flashback

“Muichiro I don’t know what to pick.. red bean or matcha..” you groaned as you looked at the stand of sweets. Muichiro chuckled and picked up one. “You should pick this one, it matches your eye color.” You had flushed cheeks, picking up a blue sweet. “Then.. you should pick this one.. to match your eyes” You grinned. You both bought the sweets and sat down on a hill, watching the fireworks.

“You know.. I’m pretty glad I choose this sweet.” Muichiro mumbled as he took a bite of it. “How come?” “Because it’s the color of the eyes of the most prettiest girl in the world.” He smiled, looking at you for a response. You blushed, smiling softly. “You have something on your chin.” You wiped it away, already closed to his face. He smiled, placing his hand over yours and squeezes it gently. He then leaned in and kissed you on the lips, eyes closed.

“I love you..”

“I love you too Muichiro..”

Back to present

After the encounter of the sight, you had gone quiet at all meetings with others. The other pillars knew you were distancing yourself from Muichiro, as all he thought about was his new girlfriend; Aoi. They allowed you distance yourself from him, talking to you to let you get away whenever Muichiro tried getting to know you or hang out, even master Kagaya knew.

“Do you think you will be alright without him?..” Mitsuri asked out of worry. “I.. I don’t know..” you mumbled looking at the awful sight of Muichiro and Aoi sharing their first kiss at the same hill you and him shared your first kiss, under the fireworks. “Is there anything we can do?..” Rengoku frowned. You turn to face away from the sappy scene, sighing.

“The worse thing about it is we’re still together. Even though he’s with her we haven’t officially called it off.. And there’s nothing I can do about it.”

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Taisho Secret!

Muichiro would always remind you that no matter what, if he ever forgotten about you and the whole relationship you shared, he will always love you no matter what.. even if he got with another girl.

“You can’t say that Muichiro!”

“You need to accept that if I do, and you need to move on from me if I date another girl.”

“…”

“I’ll still love you deep down in my heart, no matter what.”

Another Taisho Secret! (Spoilers!)

When Muichiro was on the verge of death after Kokushibo was defeated, he suddenly remembered the relationship he shared with you before Aoi. He cried endlessly until his last breathe, mumbling these words.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break your heart.. I still love you..”

Only gyomei was the one who paid attention to what he said, knowing who he was referring too, then covering his eyes.

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I Lowkey was not intending to write today, it just popped up inside of my head, lol. Hope you enjoyed reading, and let me know if you want a Part Two to this! I can’t guarantee I’ll write more but I’ll try. :]

(Was not crying while writing this definitely not)

[jomiddlemarch]

and is there honey still 

Kissing Mary Vance was nothing like kissing Faith.

This realization, occurring a moment after the kiss ended, Jem’s hand still at Mary’s slender waist, her normally pale cheeks as pink as a rare mayflower, was followed immediately by the understanding that he’d never be able to tell anyone. There was no confidant he could trust with such a secret, even if he could bring himself to so violate the rules of gentlemanly behavior. It just wasn’t done and that was before he considered speaking of kissing Mary Vance, who was accepted as Miss Cornelia’s adopted daughter, but whose personal history was never quite forgotten.

Susan, should she ever hear of it, would be scandalized beyond comprehension. 

Jem would never eat another slice of her strawberry pie.

His friends and siblings would be confused, Faith put out, her pique covering any feelings of betrayal, for all that there was nothing binding between them.

Mother would be disappointed and Dad would shake his head.

The expression in Mary’s eyes, those queer eyes he now saw were the color of moonstones, told him she understood it all. 

“It’s nothing to make a fuss about,” she said. Faith would have tossed her head making such a remark, her golden-brown curls shown to advantage, but Mary only looked at him steadily and let the hand that had been on his shoulder drop to her lap.

“You hold yourself too cheap, Mary,” Jem said. 

“That ain’t—that isn’t possible,” she replied. “Anyway, what’s a kiss amount to?”

It was a good question, one Jem had thought he’d known the answer to, just as he thought he’d known the answer to the question she was laboring over at her desk in the empty classroom, a piece of paper scribbled over and crossed-out, grey smudges on the foolscap, on Mary’s white cuffs. She would’ve laundered them herself, being Miss Cornelia’s daughter not relieving her of her housekeeping duties, chores she’d call them though Jem knew none of his sisters had ever helped even pinning clean clothes to the line.

He supposed a kiss could be an ordinary thing, a peck on the cheek or the lips, a greeting, friendly and inconsequential as a wave, a forgettable gesture of a mild affection.

Kissing Mary Vance was nothing like that.

He could say, in all honesty, that he hadn’t planned it. He’d been pointing out something in her writing, a tricky bit she’d gotten tangled up in, and she’d been peering down at the page, trying to make it out. When she’d perceived her mistake, she’d looked up at him, her expression one he’d never seen before, victory and pride and delight all swirled together, altering her face from one he’d recognized without being aware of it into one he’d been startled to discover. Without a word, without a thought, he’d leaned in and kissed her parted lips before she crowed over her achievement or thanked him, the caress impetuous, a whim, irresistible.

She was irresistible. He’d grazed her lips with his own and in the space before the next heartbeat, he’d cupped her jaw with one hand and let the other drop to her waist to draw her close. He felt the most tremendous desire for her possess him, everything else dropped away. She tasted, quite impossibly, of honey, though that was perhaps because he had always liked honey best, and she was warm in his embrace, coming closer when his hand at her waist reached around her back, sighing a little when he stroked her cheek and angled her head to be able to kiss her more deeply. Every second, his desire for her ratcheted sharply upwards and she met him, her hand clutching his shoulder, her sharp tongue sweet in his mouth. She kissed the way a fast girl kissed but there was a terrible innocence to her response that made him know she’d never kissed anyone else, whatever she might have intimated to his sisters and her friends.

He couldn’t say why he’d broken away. 

A sound in the hallway or her sudden stillness when his hand grazed her breast, the need to breathe, the pounding of his heart felt throughout his whole body. 

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Mary went on when he was stayed silent.

“Are you sorry?” he blurted out, and hearing the words he became suddenly terrified that he’d transgressed, become that monster Reverend Meredith always warned of in his gentle way, a man consumed by his appetites, greed and lust. “Oh, God, Mary, have I made you do something you didn’t want—”

“As if you could!” she said, wry again, Mary Vance again as he’d ever known her. If she’d wanted to, she would have slapped him, he was sure of that. “There’s no person living who could make me do what I didn’t want and certainly not you, Jem Blythe.”

“That’s good, I suppose,” he said, chastened, still too close to her. Still tasting the honey-sweetness of her lips, feeling the sound of the quiet moan of hers he’d swallowed in his throat.

“We don’t have to talk about it anymore,” she offered. “Or ever again. It could be just something that happened once, like as if you’d knocked over my inkwell, and we can forget about it. If that’s what you’d like. To be easy about it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it anymore,” he repeated, agreeing. An inkwell knocked over would leave a stain, one endless scrubbing would never entirely remove. “But I won’t forget. I shan’t.”

“That’s good, I suppose,” she said, her old tone mixed in with a new softness. He’d mussed her hair and some of the loose strands caught the light, a far cry from the usual trig appearance Miss Cornelia insisted upon. He wasn’t sure he’d ever see this Mary again, but it might be enough, to have seen it this one time. It was more Walter’s way to say he’d carry it as a talisman, but Jem felt it without saying it, that to have this moment might serve him well in the future.

“Mind you turn that paper in,” he said. 

“Mind yourself, then,” she said and turned away.

He wouldn’t see Mary alone for another ten years. 

“Thought I’d find you here,” Mary said, sitting down beside him, facing the water. She tucked her skirt around her and made no effort to conceal her sturdy, scuffed boots. It was a cool evening, cooler by the shore, but she didn’t have a coat or even the old wool shawl she’d refused to give up before he’d left for France. He shrugged off his own coat and offered it to her. He’d be warm enough in his heavy jersey, one the fisherman down at the harbor wore when the wind picked up.

“Not Rainbow Valley?” he said.

“Why would you go there? You’re not a child anymore. Haven’t been for a long time, unless I miss my mark,” she said. 

“No, you’re right,” he said. “Not for a long time.”

“You don’t have to talk to me about anything. Not about the War or Walter or being a prisoner,” she said. She said it without any particular tenderness, which was the most consoling part. He recalled, very dimly, that before she had come to Miss Cornelia, she’d lived through her own horrors, yet spoke of them rarely if at all.

“Don’t have to tell me about any French girls either,” she added and he laughed. 

It was the first time he’d laughed since he came home. Since he came back to the Glen, anyway, and called it home without being able to fully mean it.

“Not much to tell there. I mostly saw nuns and the Red Cross nurses are awfully brisk, whatever their nationality,” he said.

“I’ve always thought Cornelia would make a good nun, for all that she’s married,” Mary said.

“Perhaps,” Jem replied. The waves kept breaking on the sand and it was dusk, romantic if you wanted it to be. Mary had his coat wrapped around her shoulders. Jem felt scoured, raw and empty.

“Why’d you come, if you don’t expect me to talk?” he asked after several minutes of silence.

“I guess because you need someone who doesn’t expect you to talk but who’s willing to sit nearby, without fussing over anything,” she said. “I’ve plenty of handwork and housework to deal with at home. I’m perfectly content to sit and be idle and there’s nothing you can say or not say that can hurt me. I’m not hurt the way you are, I can bear whatever you need—”

“They can’t at home,” he said. Mother, with grief in her grey eyes and grey in her auburn hair, and Rilla, grown into a mother before she was a wife, Dad with something more broken inside him than any of the rest. Susan and Dog Monday and the letters from Di and Nan, blotted and halting. Una, who might as well be one of the French nuns who tended him, all of them mourning Walter and trying to rejoice at his return. Jem, trying to keep them from hearing any of his nightmares, biting his tongue when they spoke at a meal of the future or the past.

“I know,” she said. “Faith Meredith’s married a Brit. Officer, Lord Something Hoity-Toity of Fancy Abbey-on-High.”

“I’m happy for her,” Jem said tiredly. “We were childhood sweethearts, that’s all.”

“I know. Just wanted it said so you’d know I know,” Mary replied.

“If she’d waited, I wouldn’t have wanted her. I wouldn’t want her to have me now, as I am,” he said. “Befouled, diminished—”

“Walter’s dead, Jem. You don’t have to speak in his voice,” Mary said. 

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were. If you don’t think I’d remember, after all those afternoons, those walks and rambles, listening to him, well then. You’d be wrong. I remember,” she said.

“I want Faith to stay as she is. Beautiful, golden, untouched, a lovely memory from my splendid childhood,” Jem said.

“Good Lord, she’d far better off than I thought, even without taking a castle into account,” Mary exclaimed. “Maybe her Lord Gawain-Excalibur-Avalon actually treats her like a women. A person.”

“I didn’t know you liked the Arthurian legends,” Jem replied, taken aback by Mary’s remark, choosing to deflect.

“I liked the sword. And the Lady of the Lake with her own place,” Mary said.

“I thought it would be like that, the War, knights going out,” he said. “I knew there’d be wounds and death, but I thought there’d be honor—"

“You always were a bit of a fool,” Mary said. “Stands to reason though, the way you were raised.”

“We had a—you’re right,” he said, realizing he did not have to defend his parents or Ingleside. “Mother was so careful for us to be well-loved. To live in a world where we might imagine ourselves heroes or able to speak with the fairies—you would have done better than I at the Front, Mary.”

“No one would do better,” she said. He braced himself for her to talk about his medals, his valiant efforts in the prison camp, how he tended those around him with what little he had. How many men had died in his hands, their blood the scent in his nose as terrifying as gas. “You lived.”

“It doesn’t seem like enough.”

“Come here, then,” she said, shifting to kneel facing him. The moon had risen and it suited her, her eyes gleaming like opals, her hair silver, the shadow soft around her bare throat. She reached a hand to touch his cheek, rough with the whiskers he hadn’t shaved for the past few days. “Come here, James,” she said and the sound of his name startled him enough to move closer. To let her draw his face to hers for a kiss.

For a moment, he was seventeen again and Walter was alive, the fields of France green, the chestnut trees in leaf. Then he heard a wave break and felt Mary’s hand move to the nape of his neck, her fingers callused, and he tasted salt mixed with honey. She beckoned him and he put his arms around her, holding her tightly, trying to lose himself in her embrace. Letting her find him.

They were alone with the moon and the sea. There was no hallway and Mary kissed him well enough there were no memories, not of France or Germany or Holland, not of the ship or the train or the graveyard with the stone too white, the wilting mayflowers at its base. There was nothing Mary would not do, no end to the comfort she would offer. His hands were at her waist and her breast, eased beneath her skirts, and she coaxed him on. When he brought both back to cup her face, she’d smiled under his lips. When he lay back against the sand and brought her to lie next to him, her head resting upon his chest, she’d come with him.

“I should have asked, Miller Douglas?”

“He married Ada Parker six months ago. I didn’t shed a tear, except that they should be happy,” she said. “To be honest, I didn’t fancy being a shopkeeper’s wife, but I would have made the best of it.”

“I’m alive, but I don’t know what I have to offer,” Jem said. Mary thumped him on the chest, hard enough to notice, soft enough to be nothing more than a scolding.

“You’ve yourself and I’m myself. You don’t have to offer me anything,” she said.

“That’s the first lie you’ve told,” he said.

“Then remember me. This. How it was, how it might be,” she said. “Grieve and suffer and if you want, I’ll be there for it. Or you can come round in a while, when you’re sorted out. I’m in no hurry. I’ve an idea of how to run a doctor’s house, no offense to your mother or Susan, and I’d like to try it out some time.”

“Will there be much pie?” Jem asked.

“There will be honey-cake, pots and pots of clover honey ready to drizzle. That’s your favorite.”

“Call me James again,” he said.

She propped herself up on his chest so he could see her face, the curve of her lips, her silvery hair hanging loose around her cheeks.

“I believe you meant to say, please, James. Mind yourself, then.”

Tagging @gogandmagog who posted this:

DIANA, teasingly: “You, anyhow. I saw you kissing Faith Meredith in school last week ... and Mary Vance, too.”

JEM:- “For mercy’s sake, don’t let Susan hear you say that. She might forgive it with Faith but never with Mary Vance.” From The Blythes Are Quoted

And @freyafrida who wrote "also want to write jem/mary fic now although i have zero ideas for anything apart from the ship"

[sweet-demiboi]

Billy Hargrove x Russian!Male!Reader

Part 3 (pt. 1 and 2 on my masterlist -> making Billy question his sexuality)

Warnings: the word slut is used, but not in a degrading way, also Billy is maybe a little OOC because he's really happy (lol, poor guy), there is no reference to smut, Billy only puts his hands on your ass while making out (because it's hot okay), so it could be read as asexual (depends on what you're comfortable with) and poc, Ig, also you have two moms because I said so, you and Billy are smoking together (again), there's one mention of your hair being long enough to tie it

Summary: You and Billy have your first date at an Italian place. You connect over various topics.

Needless to say, you were all fidgety in your last class (physics, another one of your absolute favorites). You weren't used to your own behavior at all - never had you ever felt such excitement before. Sure, you had been excidetly waiting for school to end so you could make out with a cute boy behind a police station (for the extra-excitement). But you had never had an actual date before. So, there was your perfect reason for playing around with your pencils, wobbling your knee and looking at the clock every five minutes.

The bubbly feeling inside your stomach only grew stronger with the more time that passed, and you happened to be the first to make your way out of that goddamn classroom. You didn't exactly run down the hallways but you were walking noticeably faster than everyone else you crossed ways with, which made you remind yourself to stay cool.

You rounded a corner and found yourself to be standing in front of one of the mirrors in the boys' bathroom. You tied your hair to a small ponytail, you had always liked that. Next, you washed your face with some cold water and also refilled your waterbottle. You took a few gulps to calm yourself and also: hygenie. Then you made your way down to the car park, where you assumed Billy to be waiting for you.

You had been right. There he was, leaning against his camaro, cigarette between his lips - you thought of him to be incredibly sexy in that particular moment.

"Thought you had forgotten it already", Billy greeted you. You could see how some of the tension left his posture when he had seen you walking closer.

"Would never forget a boy with such a nice ass", you smiled at him, he grunted but couldn't hide the small smirk settling onto his lips.

"Sorry, I'm late", you apologised, just to make sure he wouldn't feel bad or forgotten or something like that.

"No problem", he mumbled and gestured for you to get inside his car, which was an offer you gladly took. It smelled like smoke and leather inside there - you weren't opposed to that circumstance.

"You will have to pick where we eat. I don't know the city that well, yet", Billy started the engine. Immediately there was some metal music playing, you weren't bothered by it, just didn't expect to know any songs.

Your backpack sat on your lap. Some of the students outside looked weirdly at the two of you, but you decided to not be bothered by it.

"If you can even call it that. 's basically nothing more than one big street", Billy huffed "There's only one place worth going to"

You looked at him expectantly "For pizza", he said "It's nothing big" - "I love pizza", you answered "Really? What's your order?", you shrugged "Nothing in particular. Mostly I let the staff surprise me. How about you?"

"Funghi", he answered "Mushrooms on pizza is a must." - "We could argue about that", you answered "Or you could walk", Billy smirked, his look to the side meant he wasn't serious, he wouldn't actually throw you out.

"I know that song!", you cheered when Cherry pie by Warrant came on. Billy chuckled and you both sang along to the lyrics. It didn't sound good at all, but neither of you cared, which made the situation a whole lot more comfortable.

"Didn't think you'd like any of my music", Billy admitted when the song was over "Just don't know most of the songs", you replied "But I like your tapes" He smiled at that "Are you not used to people liking it?", you asked, confused. "Nah, not really", Billy shrugged "'s fine though - people I don't care about aren't sitting in my car" You chuckled at that. "So, you like me" - "Maybe" In this particular moment Billy could've almost been described as playful.

You continued your banter and eventually trailed off to other topics, like your homecountries California and Russia. You didn't even notice at first when Billy stopped the engine in front of a restaurant.

"We're here" - "Oh, that was quick", Billy locked the car and then showed you the way inside. It smelled like tomato sauce, wine and bread - a very comforting smell for you, you were used to it as your moms had taken you out to an Italian place every second sunday. It was one of the few places for queer people, the government didn't know about it, so its prices had been horrendous but you had still loved it there every single time.

When you were seated, Billy looked at you smugly "So", he let his eyes wander over the upper part of your body slowly and delicately, taking his time in admiring you "Tell me something about you, pretty boy, that's what dates are for."

"As you know I'm from Russia. It's cold there and the people aren't particularily nice. Uhm, it's very different than from here, but I never had a date there.", you showed a small smile "So, that's a point for America."

You ordered you drinks and food at the same time, so you couldn't make sure if Billy actually blushed again or if it was just the lighting. "How about you?"

"I'm from Cali. Obviously, you already know that. It was much nicer there than here - warm climate, more real friends, the beach... I could go on definetly, but the only point for Hawkins would still only be you."

You definetly blushed when he said that, which made Billy smirk "Wow, that's really cute. Tell me more about California." The following stories made Billy's eyes shine brightly, he started subconciously gesturing with his hands and there was a smile following every sentence of his. You swore, you could've listened to him and stared at him until the restaurant closed.

"So, you want to go back when you're done with school?", you asked, he nodded, the pizza was put before you (Funghi for him and veggies for you) "It's the only place where I want to go. This here is no home for me" - "For me neither", you smiled bitterly at him "Then what made you leave?"

"Several things. Shitty government, climate, homophobia, my mom got a job offer... so, we're here now." - "Do you want to go back to Russia when you're done with school?"

You shrugged. That was a good question "Don't know yet, I guess." Billy only nodded "I would like to get to know California though. Sounds really nice from your stories"

He smiled at you "We could go there in the holidays if we can afford it."

"I could pay gas money. Would get enough if I got a job." - "I have friends over there we could sleep at theirs." - "And a wonderful roadtrip through America", both your eyes were glowing with joy now, and you continued planning the trip for the whole dinner.

You were done with your pizzas when it got dark outside and asked the waitress for dessert. she served you some cherry pie, which you shared, grinning. "Deal?", you asked "Going on that trip in the holidays?" Billy smirked "Deal" You high-fived across the table and went on to pay.

When you stepped out of the restaurant, it was chilly and wind blew around the corners of the small city. "Do you have any cigarettes?", you asked "Mhm", Billy gave you one, your fingertips brushed briefly over the other's, making you grin.

He didn't look away from your eyes when lighting the cigarette between your lips, making his eyes glimmer with the reflection of the flame. "Thanks", you whispered and were mad at society for not being able to kiss him right here. There were still some people who could see you.

Billy took a drag from his own cigarette now "I had a really nice evening" - "Me too" - "To be honest, I can't remember when I laughed so much in one day", you smiled at him sympathetically "I'd kiss you right now if I could" - "I'd kiss back" You smiled at each other in comfortable silence and got back into the car when you were done with smoking.

You directed him to where your house was, metal in the background of your conversations. "Can you stop here?", you asked "'course", Billy parked the camaro at the side of the street and turned your way.

He couldn't even catch the look in your eyes, because you had already leaned over and kissed him. Your hand was in his locks, the other supported your body weight, so you wouldn't fall onto him. Billy though pulled you closer intentionally, which made you squeak and fall onto his chest "Jerk", was the only thing you could say, as in the next moment he pulled you in again. For the first time in your life, the slight taste of mushrooms wasn't bad.

You let his tongue lick over yours, his hands on your back and ass, sliding in your back pocket. Your own fingers messed up his hair, not caring. Billy did either not mind or not notice, because he couldn't think about anything else except kissing you. Your breath hit each other's wet lips when you parted, only millimeters apart.

"There's something I wanted to ask you", you confirmed "What's it?", Billy had a smirk taking over his features slowly. "Do you want to be my... ugh, I don't know what it's called.. slut?"

You knew it was called boyfriend. You definetly knew. And Billy knew that too.

"Yeah, I wanna be your slut."

You both chuckled when you went in for another deep kiss, again, filled with tongue and wet sounds, touches all over your bodies and skin contact making you lose your mind.

"So", Billy's hair was ruffled up and he looked absolutely gorgeous "Do you want to be my slut?" - "I definetly do", you answered, sealing it with a last kiss before you got out of the car. You smirked at him and waved him goodbye when Billy drove past you, he had the biggest grin on the lips and threw you another kiss.

The butterflies in your stomach went completely feral by now, making you smile and giggle like an idiot. Billy Hargrove was your boyfriend and you were his. You hadn't known that you could want that. But now, you were really happy and Hawkin's one point leveled up to more than Russia ever had.

[oopsgracie]

my thoughts on loki season two so far…

i’m really struggling with this season of loki because i want to love it but why so many filler episodes? i feel like this did nothing to develop plot or relationships or even loki as a character. true, i do like the whole OB as a science teacher come wannabe bestseller and his role in helping loki control time slipping, and i enjoyed seeing their original timelines but i feel like this could have been done differently, perhaps not in less time, but in a way that made it feel like loki genuinely connects with these people. i don’t remember him having a conversation with b-15 about anything other than the T.V.A, similar situation when it comes to casey although they’ve had more screen time together. if his life’s new glorious purpose is wanting to reunite his friends and restore order, then put some effort into making their bonds with loki and each other more authentic?

can we also talk about why sylvie and loki weren’t reset, i know this might be answered next episode, i just hope it doesn’t become a plot hole.

we’re so often reminded that he’s a god, but it seems to be that everybody else has forgotten he’s the god of mischief, chaos, that this man invaded the whole of new york less than a month ago. with some good character development, or even a plot in which he questions his choices and desires and finds this motivation within himself later, maybe i could believe that he truly wants to restore what he has always sought to remove, but i feel like the loki i saw in this episode is no different to the loki i met at the end of season one, or even s2ep1, when his biggest concern was sylvie’s wellbeing, except that he’s done a one eighty in what he believes and has become this blindly led hero figure.

also loki and sylvie in general, i know it’s unpopular (coming from somebody that really loved their relationship) but also integral to the first season. you can’t erase a relationship that has already driven the plot of six episodes and dare i say most of loki’s character development? except apparently you can, because that seems to be what the writers have chosen to do. push any kind of tension you like, have him hate her for what she did, have him try to do everything without her and fail, but at least give them some screen time? what happened to her being his glorious purpose? what happened to finding a place on the timeline together? what happened? i love mobius and OB, but they don’t replace the dynamic of two loki variants trying to navigate the ideas of a multiverse, order against chaos and what it means to be loved. that’s what made season one so compelling and now it’s been replaced with a vapid quest to fix up a rusty old loom. i don’t know if people who disliked their relationship were listened to and that was the catalyst for such a change, and i get that it’s not for everyone, but if that’s the decision they came to at least break it off in a way that works with the storyline rather than immediately end it with no explanation. no character has mentioned how they’re feeling after everything’s gone down and with such clear moments in which these conversations could have been had, they just didn’t. the pie room— with both sylvie and mobius, the bar scene, the ferris wheel. i feel like i’ve heard sylvie say the same few lines over and over again, that she hates the T.V.A, hates HWR, wants to be free from the time fascists and make her own choices and then she leaves. even after loki speaks of thor, they talk but they don’t say anything that’s hasn’t already been understood. it goes nowhere and feels unsatisfying, like we’re going round in circles which ironically, but i suspect unintentionally, seems quite fitting with the story.

this season has its moments, i just wanted something of substance.

that’s not to say i don’t enjoy watching it, any loki content is content i’ll find joy in and i truly love the concept of this season, exploring time loops and the ouroboros, how terrifying kang is made out to be, sylvie realising she needs the T.V.A, science and time-travel to hunt down a rogue miss minutes and renslayer (who doesn’t love loki in a suit?), but i think that what matters (loki, his development and his relationships) has been executed poorly, sacrificed to advance the MCU rather than the series, which seems a shame when they had already been so well established coming into the second season, or maybe my expectations were just too high. i almost hope they don’t push any intense friendship/love interest moments in the final episode when it’s all been so neglected.

absolutely no hate to those who feel differently i just needed somewhere to point out all my frustrations :)

[ftmr4pebait1]

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

13. Probably either read or binge watch a tv show from my painfully long list of ones I say I'll get to eventually

55. I immediately have forgotten any type of fruit pies I know when I saw this question 😅 I'll go with apple

[aelinschild]

Fire Escape - Drabble

Been on an angst kick recently, which is probably what prompted this monstrosity. I dont like it, so i'm apologizing in advance.

SYNOPSIS: Forgotten batteries, a house fire, and time that moves too fast. WORDCOUNT: 1.4k WARNINGS: House fire, angst, death

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Negligence had never been one of Aelin’s traits. 

But the dead batteries in the fire alarms argued otherwise. Not that Rowan or Aelin had made that mistake intentionally. The beeping when they bought this house initially had just been irritating, so Rowan had taken the alarm down, and Aelin had put batteries on their shopping list. 

But the batteries were never purchased. And Rowan, thinking that his wife had bought new batteries and changed the old ones out. He had put the alarm back. For some reason, the alarm was defective and stopped making any beeping noise to alert the young couple that the batteries were still dead. The alarm was non-functioning. And it was the only one in the house. 

Years went by, life moved on, unconcerned about a life-saving tool. Rowan and Aelin’s family grew, and that winter they welcomed a baby boy into their family. Lucas, or more commonly called, Luca, their little pride and joy. 

It was a warm afternoon, and Aelin was enjoying it with Luca in the kitchen. They had just gotten back home from the farmer’s market playdate with Lysandra and her daughter. Luca had wanted all the berries and fruits, so Aelin had bought a little of everything, and she was currently teaching Luca how to remove the stones from peaches so they could make a pie. 

Rowan had commended them for their ‘incredible taste in fruit’ when they had returned home, then retired to the basement to get a quick workout in before he hung out with Luca and let Aelin get some work done. And so Aelin was unconcerned with her husband at the moment, letting him do his own thing. 

“Okay, good job Luca!” Aelin complimented her son as he shook a stone out of the peach. It was messy and ended up with the stone being on the floor, but she was proud nonetheless. He was only six months and Aelin simultaneously was overjoyed and mourned her baby’s quick growth. 

Unbeknownst to the entire family, their drying machine was overheating. The electrical work was outdated, like the house. The wires, thinned and frail from overuse, were sparking up, and a small fire was starting in the laundry room of their home. Smoke began filtering through the vents, and the fire was catching onto typical cleaning chemicals that resided in the laundry room. 

Aelin watched, enraptured, as Luca ate some cut-up pieces of peaches. Laughing at his giggles as he sat in his little high chair. He banged his hands on the tray table indicating he wanted more. “You want some more, baby?” Aelin asked, letting his bright smile answer her question. 

When she made a move, the air shifted, and she smelt something funny. Something burning. Immediately, her body was on high alert. Without thinking, she was reaching for Luca, unclasping him from the highchair and clutching her baby in her arms, rushing for her phone. The smell was getting more intense, and she shushed Luca’s curious babbles. The smell shifted into burning rubber, and the lights in the house flickered, before shutting off completely. 

“Rowan!” Aelin yelled, fear and confusion growing every second. Luca’s giggles had morphed into cries of distress, and he was squirming in Aelin's hold. Without thinking, Aelin was moving towards the basement door, not noticing the heat permeating through it or the light crackling noises. Burning her hand on the doorknob, she threw it open to a wall of fire. 

Letting out a cry, she jumped back and turned her body to protect Luca. The heat was scalding, and the fire roared with fury, wood crackling and groaning under the burning. Aelin was reeling, Rowan was down there. Rowan was down there! 

Grappling for her phone while keeping Luca secure in her hold, she dialled the emergency hotline, backing away from the raging fire. “ROWAN!” She shrieked out, begging the gods for a response while the phone rang and Luca cried. 

She wanted to stay inside, she wanted to rush down those stairs and find her husband, but she had to get out for Luca’s safety. 

Her panic was rising like a tide, matching Luca’s distress, both had tears pouring down their faces. And Aelin was snapped back into reality and the prompting of the woman on the phone, asking what was going on. 

“My- my house! There's a fire, and it's in the basement-” She let out a cough, the smoke was rolling thick throughout the hallways, and the fire was roaring from the basement door. “My husband is in the basement! I can't get to him!” 

The dispatcher asked Aelin if she was in the house, and Aelin told her yes, told her that she and her baby were in there, and her Rowan was in the basement. She was shaking, her grip on Luca so tight, pressing his little head as close as she could to her body to try and keep the thick smoke from his airways. The dispatcher calmly asked her what her address was, and to get out of the house immediately. 

“I- I can't,” She cried. “My husband is down there! Rowan-”

“Miss, please, think about you and your child’s safety. I've already alerted first responders and firefighters. You have help on the way.” She told Aelin firmly. 

“But-” Aelin coughed. Still inside, Luca wailed loudly into her neck. She was backing towards the front door, eyes still on the raging fire as it burned in reds and yellows and oranges. Razing her home to dust. 

“Miss!” The dispatcher barked, near yelling. “Get out of the house! Now!” 

Closing her eyes while she listened to the fire roar and her six-month-old child scream, Aelin took in a large breath of smoke and turned her back to the fire, exiting her house. Letting her heart shatter, and leaving it there, letting it be enveloped by flames. 

- 

The sirens woke the entire neighbourhood. The fire trucks and police car’s blinding lights paled in comparison to her house as it slowly burned. Each window was like an open mouth, spitting fire into the darkened night. 

She was currently sitting on the back of a fire truck, being assessed by a paramedic while her son was weeping into her shirt. She wasn't really paying too much attention, but she picked up on the police officer and paramedic talking about how ‘she’s in a state of shock’. 

Aelin's eyes never strayed from the house, begging every god she knew that the next person out those doors would be Rowan. Walking straight to her, as he promised. Promised to never leave them. 

A group of firefighters had gone in minutes ago, decked out in fire-resistant gear with the knowledge of Rowan's whereabouts in the house. The basement. Where the fire had started. Where it had risen up the stairs without issue, uninterrupted by anything but the basement door. 

The first firefighter that had gone into the house had noticed no alarms had gone off. He had asked Aelin about this, which had only triggered another round of hysteria and sobbing when she realized her mistake. They had never replaced the batteries in the smoke detector. 

Luca was taken from her, as he needed to be evaluated, and Aelin was in such a state where she barely felt him being pulled away. But he was shrieking and crying, not wanting to lose his mother. Aelin was unresponsive still, barely breathing as the anxiety clutched her. It couldn't end like this.

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“... Tonight, in the Sidra River Community, a family was caught in an electric fire. The fire started from faulty electric work in the family’s basement. Spreading quickly through the entire basement, where Rowan Whitethorn, husband and father, was caught while working out.” The news reporter read monotonously. “He was found dead when firefighters were able to reach him, approximately twelve minutes after the fire had broken out. First responders and paramedics determined that he became unresponsive from smoke inhalation, before being… caught in the flames. The wife of Mr. Whitethorn, Aelin Galathynius Whitethorn and her son were able to get out and contact authorities and are without life-threatening injuries, but both suffered from inhaling the smoke. We send our most sincere condolences to the family. Traffic currently…”

Taglist: @backtobl4ck // @goddess-aelin

Whoops, sorry about that, but thanks for reading!!

[tinytinwe]

I have this storyline in my head and I need to write it down somewhere bc honestly I think it's cute. So bear with me while I ramble for a bit, okay?

This was inspired by me starting to watch TharnType Season 2 a few weeks ago and also watching Cutie Pie 2 You right now... As in there are weddings and people wanting to get married and that somehow made my brain go oh what if

Character A and Character B meet at a campus tour or a open house or something (or maybe somewhere off campus? In my mind they just graduated and now start college tho, although that could possibly be changed, it's kinda just important that they both start a "new chapter" in their lives)

They meet because A does something nice for B (catches them when B falls, picks something up that B lost, maybe A let B get the last piece of B's favourite sweet at a coffee shop, etc.)

And B (probably sleep deprived, possibly struck by how pretty A is, definitely a little dumb founded tho) just goes "Marry me" as a reaction to whatever nice thing A did

B is horrified when they realise and apologizes and thanks A properly but A is honestly just amused and thinks B is kinda cute

So even tho the start is a little awkward they get talking and find out they're both in the same faculty starting next semester

In my mind it's something a little artistic like music or something but that can be very much be up for debate depending on the personality of the characters

But yes they find out they'll study the same thing and they decide to exchange phone numbers because while they both have friends who'll study at the same college they don't have anyone in the faculty and they both think the other is nice enough

So they text and get to know each other a little and than when the semester starts they find out that not only have they most of their classes together, they also share a dorm (or at least have dorms right next to each other if they're single dorms)

And B somehow makes it a habit of proposing to A every time A does something even just a little nice for B

A gets B something to drink or eat? Marry Me. A helps B with an assignment? Marry Me. A reminds B of something they otherwise would have forgotten? Marry Me. You get the point

It started as a joke B made in reference to their first meeting but then B just kept doing it

A always laughs a little or at least rolls their eyes affectionately or something but mostly doges answering the question by changing the subject

And this whole "Marry Me" spiel happens so frequently that obviously their classmates catch on

But here's the thing: because none of their classmates actually knew them before classes started they somehow assume that they're actually a couple and B isn't really joking. Or at least not completely

Now I know that the classmates going to "oh they dating" immediately might seem a little far fetched but just imagine they got very fast friends and they are constantly together (not only because they live together / near each other and have a similar schedule but also because they just like hanging out together)

And maybe B is a little forgetful and clumsy (and again sleep deprived) and really benefits from having someone looking out for them hence A doing exactly that

And maybe they both have physical touch as a major love language (or one does and the other indulges them) and they for some reason came up with pet names that they like to call eachother

Like I'm talking a very fast "we met and basically thought we're soulmates an hour later" kinda friendship

And they're also both kinda attracted to eachother anyway but while they're oblivious to eachother's looks and stuff their classmates AREN'T

So yeah, the classmates look at them acting sus and B continuously going "marry me" over everything and don't know about them only having met shortly before classes started and so they go "ah, they're in love your honor"

So word kinda spreads around the faculty about them being in a relationship

And (going on a little side quest here) then word spreads outside of their faculty

Until it eventually reaches their friends from school

Who, funnily enough, met because some of them are also sharing classes or something (hello side couples anyone?)

Anyway, I imagine one of the faculty people being friends with a group of people which some of A's and B's friends got dragged into

And that group goes out to eat or party or something and somehow it's mentioned that some of them are friends with A / B

And faculty person goes "Oh you're friends with the love birds? Were they always like this? Is A ever gonna say yes to B because at the rate B is proposing I'm kinda starting to feel bad for them ngl"

And the friends are like ??? bc what do you mean lovebirds? And why do you seem to think they were dating in high school?

Maybe A and B knowing eachother is completely new information to them or maybe they were aware of them having kinda become friends

Either way one of them goes "What do you mean? A / B is single"

If we're talking same sex couple (which my mind is but yk) the friend of the other could go "A / B is straight tho?" but I'm currently not feeling that specific drama so at the moment that would require an immediate resolution like another friend going "no I think they're bi / pan, you remember that thing with [insert name here]?"

Although if this was a show or multi chapter thing or something I suppose you could set a cut right before the resolution?

But back on track: so yeah, their friends find out that apparently they act like a couple and decide to investigate. And then maybe decide to intervene. And maybe while doing that the side couple(s) manage to get together too...

(this is where we'll leave the side quest again bc otherwise my brain will just find a way to produce not only this but also 1 or 2 more plotlines for the side couples and I do not have the mental capacity for that right now)

So back to main quest and couple: they mostly just do their thing and get a little closer every day and start realising their own feelings more and more

And now, I admit I'm a little bit of a sucker for the idea of them just getting together and than A just saying yes someday after B made the Marry Me joke again and that's that, they're getting married

But consider this:

They start dating because instead of answering "yes" A decides to take a little risk and goes "I'd prefer to go on a date with someone before agreeing to marry them tbh" after B said "Marry Me" once again

And B, without missing a beat (but very much freaking out inside because omg!! Did they really just say that??), says "Okay then go on a date with me?"

And A agrees. "Sure. Pick me up at 7" or something

So they go on a date. And one turns into two, turns into a lot, turns into them becoming a couple and being very much in love

And then at some point a few years down the road A is the one to propose

They worry about how they should do it for weeks because nothing seems good enough or it's to over the top or something else just doesn't feel right

And then one day B does something for A that, had the roles been reversed, would definitely have gotten a "Marry Me?" as response

(possibly picking up something from the grocery store on the way home that B knew A needed / craved but didn't have the time to get themselves or something?)

And maybe B calmed down a little with the marry me thing by then but it's still a thing

So A, without really thinking about it because it just feels right, does react by asking "Marry me?"

And B is understandably a little shocked because 1) that's the first time A made that joke, it's always been B's thing and 2) A sounded a little to sincere for it to be only a joke?

So B blinks a little confused and goes "huh?" and A goes "you heard me, I want to marry you" while getting the ring out from wherever it was (conveniently near of course)

And then A gets on their knee and asks "Will you marry me?"

B say yes. Naturally. There might have been some happy tears involved.

When their friends see the rings / photos / announcement / whatever they jokingly ask if A finally said yes

And A answers "No, but B did"

And then they live happily ever after, the end.

[robinsdearest]

Time is everything we may not have

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

“You better not stay too late.” You glance up from your computer, smiling at the man in your office doorway. Lucius Fox has his jacket thrown over his shoulder. He taps on the glass door, most likely making a note to text your husband to check on you. 

Your laugh bounces across the room. “I promise. It’s not even ten, Mr. Fox.” You make a few unnecessary keyboard clicks for emphasis. 

“Well, Mrs. Wayne,” he pauses as he puts his jacket on. “It’s a Saturday. We shouldn’t have been here to begin with.” 

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you laugh again. Bruce had forgotten to submit a few government reports earlier this week, forcing you and a few select others to work overtime.

Being married to Bruce Wayne definitely had its overall pros and cons. Pro: wonderful, dutiful, and caring husband. Con: tasteless vigilante at night; you know, normal things. All bats aside, you loved your life. You helped raise some pretty amazing children. You worked at Wayne Enterprises alongside Lucius, one of the few sane people in your life. You and Alfred even had special weekly tea nights. The Dark Knight barely reared its ugly head on your side of the story.

You exchange a few more pleasantries before goodbyes, promising Lucius to text him whenever you head out. The morning light still illuminated your area, cascading to the corners of your top floor office. You finish all that your husband failed to do within the next two hours or so, swearing to yourself that you’ll have to keep him more accountable next time. You pack your bag, putting your heels back on before heading out. As you walk, your mind wanders to what tea Alfred has potentially left out for you.

You make it to the elevator when the lights start to flicker. Quite odd, there shouldn’t have been any maintenance scheduled. You pull your phone out to check the employee website. You truly become worried when you notice there’s no signal. You know damn well you paid to have enough Wi-Fi and cell service to power a small city. You sigh, shoving your phone back into your purse. No text to Lucius today. A sudden tremor shakes the skyscraper, forcing you to grab ahold of the nearest wall. The lights flicker again, and you make a beeline for the stairs. Fear and adrenaline course through your veins. At this height, an elevator ride to the bottom very well could be a death trap. There’s no immediate explanation for earthquakes in Gotham, but you don’t have time to question anything. 

Tremors continue to shake the ground as you run down the stairwell. The stairs appear sturdy enough even with the shaking. You drop your bag and shed your heels on the next landing. Workouts with your kids can help train for this type of endurance, however you don’t believe this exact scenario has been practiced. 

A few dozen flight of stairs later, an explosion rattles the entire building, and you’re sent to your knees. The blast seemed close, but the stairwell you were in seems untouched. Your breathing is labored, and your heart is beating in your ears. You check your phone again with no luck- still no service. You attempt to stand back on your feet, yet you’re stopped by another discharge. This blast is much closer as it tears down the walls around you. Individual stairs are rattling, breaking into pieces. The ground caves from beneath you and you’re sent plummeting. Your screams are drowned out with the sound of falling debris. The last thing on your mind is that your husband and children are safe, they have to be safe. Their lives flicker through your memories as your world goes dark.

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You wake with a cough. It feels as if a terrible weight has settled on your chest. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can barely make out your surroundings. A few steel beams create a makeshift roof, sheltering you from what you assume is the rest of the building you were just standing in. You can barely move your limbs, shaking a few pieces of destroyed building off of you. Thinking of Bruce and your birds, you know the pain now would pale in comparison to their’s if you were to stay here. Scanning your options in the darkness of wreckage, you finally spot a small glitter of light off to your left. Dragging yourself through the smashed concrete, you army crawl your way forward. 

The smoke outside is still settling as you inch from the rubble. The sun is visibly lower than it was before you fell, signaling that you had been out for quite a few hours. 

You look back to the path that you created, a trail of blood left in your wake. Peering down to your legs, the daylight finally illuminates your wounds- your clothes are torn and speckled with your own blood; glass shards litter your body; and a few pieces of concrete are embedded in dirty skin. You probably look as terrible as you feel. The only thought that crosses your mind is Bruce. 

You’ve crawled well enough away from the building to get a better look at the destruction. Wayne Enterprises- or at least what it used to be- is entirely reduced to rubble. The force of the explosion has leveled a block, only several other buildings are seriously damaged. Your corporate brain goes to the paperwork involved with repairing this Gotham district. You force yourself to stand and choose a direction to walk. A few cracked bones, maybe a broken rib or two, at maximum you decide. It explains the inability to breathe. You’re pushed forward by the sheer will to see your husband and your kids. Thinking of their lives without you brings tears to your eyes, leaving a clean trail down your cheeks. 

Despite your injuries, you make it surprisingly far. After several agonizing blocks, you finally see the mob. There are dozens of ambulances, several fire trucks, and more police cars than you can count with a blurry head. You’re acutely proud of yourself for choosing the correct direction to go. You can barely make out the metal barricades separating the emergency crew and the civilians. With the way things are situated, the citizens of Gotham stand between you and a much needed wellness check. Your mind drifts to think of where Bruce might be.

A traffic cone being thrown catches your attention. You strain your eyes and could collapse in relief with what you see. 

Batman has a finger in a police officer’s face. His other gloved hand is resting on another orange victim. You might need to remind him to mind his tantrums. This level of anger seen on the vigilante is quite uncommon. Your eyebrows furrow as your foggy mind attempts to find the reason. Beyond the need to smother Bruce, you know he’s exactly who you need right now. You’re alive and you have to reach him. 

You’ve finally made it to the large group of onlookers; startled gasps cause a path to be made for you. Your eyes are getting heavy and your legs are starting to slow. The adrenaline is wearing off, most likely, and there’s a particular large piece of concrete you can feel is digging into your thigh. You’re trying to not pay attention to the eyes on you. The finish line is right in your reach, the only place you want to be. The only place where you know you can be safe. This damn barricade is right in your way.

Superman’s hand is on Batman’s chest now. Wonder Woman has a hand on his shoulder, most likely speaking in hush tones in an attempt to calm him. Bruce’s cowl is not enough to cover the exasperation on his features: fighting back against Clark’s hand, he’s obviously yelling even if you can’t hear him exactly. What could Bruce be so worked up about? 

Scanning the other first responders, you eventually find Dick speaking with a fireman a dozen feet to your right. The boy you’ve helped raise is still in his Bludhaven police uniform. He looks like an old man with his brows scrunched together like that. You swear quietly, you’ll have to lecture him on his wrinkles later. 

Your ankle gives out as you take another step, launching you into the temporary barrier. The metal clangs too aggressively for your sensitive ears, and it has you swearing louder this time. Your bones seem to be getting heavier with time, and you lean more into the barrier to release some of the tension. 

Suddenly, you hear your name being shouted. Painfully, you raise your head to make eye contact with your favorite policeman. Dick is running towards you, speaking into his transceiver. He reaches you after a few seconds and is grabbing your shoulders to lift your head to meet his eyes. You decide to not call out the wetness of his cheeks, not in front of all these people anyway.

“Oh my god, where were you? You haven’t been answering your phone. God, B has been going insane. Why didn’t you pick up? Where have you been?” Dick’s questions hit your ears, but your brain is slow to process. Concussion, at minimum you decide. He’s still crying as he continues worrying. You mindlessly wonder if Dick’s reasoning for being upset is the same as your husband’s. 

You lift a hand to smooth down the wrinkles on his forehead. This seems to ease his mouth to a slow tremble as the tears continue. 

Dick finally takes an assessment of your current physical status, the tears stop and his eyes go wide.

“Mama.” You smile falters at how serious he gets. “You don’t look so good. W-we have to get you out of here.” He motions over to a pair of paramedics who rush to your side. Before you know it, you’re being carefully lifted over the barrier to be placed on a gurney. 

“No, Dickie.” You grab his hand so he doesn’t leave your side on the way back to the ambulance. Your throat aches but you continue, “I gotta see your dad. I gotta see Bruce.” You can feel the blood rushing to your head from laying down. Things are getting incredibly blurry. You just want to see Bruce, injuries can wait, they’re really not that bad.

Dick is shaking his head. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead turns his head as his name is being called. You crane your neck to see Barry speed to your side. The EMT’s are loading you in the car as Dick and Barry speak on the ground. You smile weakly at the speedster as the he turns his head to call the others.

At the height in the back of the emergency vehicle, you finally catch Bruce’s eye. 

Batman pushes off Superman’s hand. He breaks out into a sprint just as the ambulance doors close. Dick raises both hands to slow the bat down. Bruce is gesturing towards you and continues to yell. Barry is holding Bruce back this time. Even though you wouldn’t encourage how your husband raises his voice at your kids, you understand the anger, a lot is happening. You wish you could hold B’s stare longer, but your exhaustion takes over.

An oxygen mask is placed over your head as you slowly lose consciousness for the second time today. Realization hits you in the same wave finally: Bruce was worried about you. Bruce was ready to fight Clark, Diana, and Barry to come find you. The lack of service, the explosion, the hours that have ticked by. How long did Bruce think you were dead?

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When you wake again, it’s dark. The antiseptic smell of a hospital room is what you first notice as the rest of your senses follow. You hollowly feel the morphine in your system, a good solution to any potential pain. The beeping of the EKG fills the room, but is intermittently interrupted by slight snoring. Looking down to your side, there’s a small boy curled into you, his hands fisted tight into your hospital gown. The tuft of black hair tells all: Damian. Slowly wrapping an arm around your smallest bird, a gasp startles you. Whipping your head towards the sound, the sudden motion makes you flinch and swear once again.

“I told you we have to work on your language.” 

Your free hand goes to rub at the back of your neck as you relax. “And I told you to not yell at your children in high stress environments.”

You can make out the outline of a man standing from his chair, making calculated movements towards you. His weight settles on the other side of you, causing you to lean into him, Damian rolling forward as well. Bruce gently cradles your head, kissing your temple. There’s another beat of silence before he speaks again.

“Three hours.” You make a puzzled sound. He kisses your forehead. “How long you were missing. How long I thought you were dead.” Your sharp intake of breathe lets Bruce continue. “Kent threatened to fly me across the world if I didn’t calm down. Diana tried to convince me you weren’t at the office building when it collapsed.”

You stifle a laugh- he very well could have fought Superman to find you. You take his hand to kiss the calloused knuckles. Your head falls into the crook of Bruce’s neck as he explains the event. 

Low level punks thinking they weren’t going to do much damage to Wayne Enterprises or the surrounding business district. Too stupid to know what they were actually doing. You don’t know if it warms your heart or breaks it that you could have been lost to petty crime, not even a big name villain. 

Bruce is running fingers through your hair, the other hand drawing small circles on your hand with his thumb. He tells you about the first call to your phone, the second call to the boys, and finally the third call to the Justice League. He knew where you were; he instinctively knew by the twisting of his gut that you were there and he couldn’t do anything about it. Bruce mentioned how helpless he felt. Something about how Clark needed to check for more explosives before any rescue team could make headway.  

The freshly showered scent of your husband is almost enough to put you back to sleep. He whispers all his feelings and his fears from the day, kissing your head and holding you close. 

It’s an overwhelmingly tender moment. Damian eventually wakes up, hugging you and almost immediately crying upon seeing that you’re awake. At one point, the baby bird leaves to retrieve your other boys. This allows a small moment between husband and wife. 

Bruce cups your face with both hands and kisses you fully. His lips are soft and sweet, a bit salty from his or your tears you’re not sure. He rests his forehead against yours. 

“When I saw you being pulled into that ambulance, I wanted nothing more than to run to you and do just that.” He kisses you again for good measure. “I almost knocked down everything in my path to get to you.” You hum into his lips. 

“I was gross and dirty. You wouldn’t have wanted to kiss me then.” 

It’s Bruce’s turn to laugh. “No.” Another kiss. You can hear your boys on the other side of the door now. Bruce’s smile brightens your room and sends butterflies to your stomach. “Absolutely not.”

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𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

## warning(s). fem!reader, virgin y/n, oral (f and m receiving), mentions of cream pie, mindbreak, cum eating, cumming on chest, y/n has tits :00, kuroo is a tease

## wc. 2.5k

EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT — DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW CONTENT

NSFW CONTENT — 18+ ONLY

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“truth.”

it was a pretty boring friday night for the two of you. through your friendship, the years spent with one another have been reduced to sitting on the floor, playing the long-forgotten game of truth or dare.

a grin slowly grew on kuroo’s lips before his finger tapped at his cheek, as if he was in deep thought. “have you…ever screwed someone?” he drawled. the excitement from forcing out dirty secrets from one another barely kept kuroo from bouncing his knee as he anticipated your answer. “or have gotten some action at the very least?”

you blinked at him before hanging your head to avoid eye contact. the answer to his question then settled upon kuroo.

but why would you be hanging your head? to you, it was embarrassing. nearly everyone that you knew has done it and bragged about how many bases they have covered as if it was a goal. as your eyes bored into the ground, you failed to notice the glint in kuroo’s eyes — the glint that signified the rush he felt throughout his body, how his breath hitched in his throat that you have yet to feel the highest of highs.

“wanna…wanna know how it is like?”

you were reaching for a cup of water before you froze in your spot. a million thoughts ran through your mind before you settled on one. “and how do you plan to do that?”

while it was not explicit, your admission was pretty clear to kuroo, making him raise his palm to his mouth to cover his smirk.

“simple,” kuroo murmured as he tilted his head, closing the distance between the two of you as he seals your lips with his. your hasty fingers bumped into his as you reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it off his body while he does the same to you, hands grabbing the cups of your bra to pull them down as your boobs spilled out.

kuroo pulled away from the kiss, eyes flickering downwards at your exposed chest.

“stay on your knees for me sweetheart,” he says as he gets on his feet, fingers fidgeting at his belt buckle to pull it off.

as he pulled his pants down, your eyes immediately widened at the hard bulge that was protruding from his dark underwear. your mouth gaped open when you watched kuroo slowly pull his aching cock from its confines. deep down, your clit throbbed at the sight of his cock that was erected proudly right in your face. thick veins ran through the length of his dick and was carried by heavy balls at the base. kuroo was big.

“have you done this before?” kuroo says as his hand moves lazily along his cock, using his pre-cum as lube to rub along his length. his knuckles grew white as he clenched the girthy base of his cock. he was big, far too big for comfort given that it was your first time. as you shook your head in response, kuroo felt blood surging downwards, cock growing harder by the second at the thought of his cock being your very first.

parting your lips against the head of his cock, you looked up at kuroo to meet his eyes, giving him a small smile, and that seemed to do him in. his hips started rolling on its own accord, making you gag at the sudden intrusion of his cock into your mouth. Kuroo groaned, whimpering and vulnerable to you. it was dangerous how you were such a quick learner — every ounce of his body is dedicated to will himself from cumming there and then.

unintelligible whines and pleaded poured out of kuroo’s mouth. he needs to tell you to slow down, he has to, otherwise he knows he might embarrassingly blow his load prematurely. still, as he praises you and warns you to take your time, his body betrays him by keeping your head still as he guides his cock into your mouth again. it was sinfully addicting — the way your soft tongue swirls around the veins of his length, the way you try to mask your gags just so you could continue pleasuring him.

“please, sweetheart,” he grunted abruptly, his fingers tightened around your hair as he lurched forward. “l’me cum in your mouth-ngh fuck! please.”

your eyes flickered upwards to meet his ones that were hazy and lost in the pleasure of your ministrations. popping your mouth off his length, your mouth trailed south and your tongue darted out to flatten against his cock. your other hand was circling gently at his angry tip when his hand cupped your cheek, thumb smoothing at your cheekbone.

“you drive me fucking crazy, sweetheart.“

you hummed in response. your mouth moved towards his heavy base before taking one ball into your mouth, sucking gently.

he threw his head back in pleasure, body shuddering at the adrenaline pumping through his veins. “fuck….i’m coming-oh fuck fuck imcomingimcoming-”

cheeks sucked in, the lewd slurps of your lips against his wet balls filled the room. you flinched when you saw spurts of hot white flowing from his tip, landing all over your face. kuroo’s chest was heaving as he tries catching his breath but damn, was it taken away when he saw your doe eyes sparkled in confusion and arousal from how his cum was coating your entire face.

kuroo dropped on the ground to his knees, hand stretching to cup your face before pulling you towards him. he peppered kisses all over your face, tongue darting out to lick at his cum, making you shiver at how dirty it was — or rather, the intimacy of his tongue that flattens against your skin to clean you up before pulling you into a kiss. the flavour of peppermint erupted in your mouth along with the saltiness, from which you guessed was from his tongue.

the kiss was sloppy and messy. it sounded wet from all the hot kisses the two of you pressed onto the other’s lips as you keened to each other but it conveyed the message that kuroo was trying to tell you. he needs you, now.

“kuroo,” you rasped. you had no idea that your voice would sound like that but it seemed to appease kuroo from the way he was sucking on your neck.

“yes, sweetheart?” he hums into your skin, his hot breath fanning the crook of your neck followed by the cooling wetness of his lips finding its way back to your neck.

“i-i need you.”

you felt him stop in his place, a slight smile spreading on his lips against your skin before continuing. “need me where? i’m already here.”

rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth once again to retort back. instead, your mouth fell open in an empty gasp when you felt kuroo’s hand slither between your legs to cup your pussy. you had no idea that your thighs were clenched until kuroo’s hand had to dig your thighs apart to touch you.

“what, here?” a small hum of approval barely slipped past your lips before a gasp follows as one of his fingers dips between your legs, feathering along your slit over your underwear.

kuroo deftly hooked his finger over the hem of your underwear before pulling it down to your ankles. a small gasp escaped your lips when you felt how exposed you were under his dark eyes that were raking over your figure, finally fixating between your legs. instinctively, you closed your legs out of shyness but instantly felt his rough palms part your legs once again, letting him have a full view of your glistening folds. he couldn’t stop. as he brings you back on the couch, kuroo’s eyes never left your pussy nor did he stop talking about how pretty it was or how beautiful it would be stretched around his cock.

soon enough, his head was lost in between your legs. your back immediately arched as you felt his wet tongue dipped between your lips to drag from your hole, and upwards to your clit. your hand found solace in his dark locks, fingers weaving and tugging at flick of his tongue against your clit.

you felt his lips curl into a smile against your cunt when your walls clenched down on his fingers that were stuffed deep in you. kuroo’s lips then wrapped around your clit, sucking vigorously as his fingers started pounding in and out of your little hole.

“gotta train this virgin pussy for my cock. you sure you could take me?”

at that point, it wasn’t a matter of if you could because you needed him. your eyes would dart between him relishing in your sopping cunt and the cock that twitched against his stomach as he ate you out. you bit your lip, nodding at him, only to let go out of it when you let out a guttural moan as you came all over his fingers. as kuroo retracted his fingers from your pussy, you caught sight of his glistening fingers.

your face flushed at the sight of your slick coating every inch of his fingers, smothered all over his mouth. a deep throb ached between your legs when you watch his tongue swipe against his lips before sucking his fingers in his mouth, tasting you once more.

his hands grabbed your sides, flipping you over on your stomach.

tilting his head, his eyes trails over to your ass — of which he grabbed with his hands with a loud ‘slap’. cold air breezed past your cunt as he parted your cheeks, exposing your glistening cunt to him.

“arch your back a little for me, love. just a little-yes, fuck yes.” as you followed his words, he moaned at your obedience before watching how exposed your cunt was to him in your position.

you were beautiful in every aspect. your slick drips at your cunt and down your thighs, shining under the light above the two of you. taking his hard cock that was resting against his abdomen, he parts your lips with his cock. your hole clenches around nothing as you felt the veins of his cock rub against core. you immediately gasped when you felt something thick nudge at your hole.

his hips bucked forward, finally enveloping his cock with your pussy and oh, did you feel so warm around him. your wet pussy immediately made a wet squelch as his cock penetrates you. the two of you simultaneously moaned at the warm contact. his hands gripped your hips, lifting it as he pulled you back down on his cock. your body shuddered, choking out a sob as you felt so, so full.

“fuck t-tetsuro!” you whined. as he rocked his hips against yours, every ounce of shock and pleasure suffocated you. “oh god, too big. tetsu, too big!”

he ignores you, of course. your mouth says one thing but unlike him, you did not get the chance to watch how your pussy lips stretches out at every admission of his cock into your hole. you did not get the chance to see how your wetness gathered into a translucent ring of white at the base of his cock.

he smirks as you wail, watching your arms shake before giving out under you, your face pressed against the smooth leather of the sofa. it might be too much for you, he muses inwardly, but he can’t stop—it seemed like his hips had a mind of its own, moving to get his dick wet with your arousal.

“you fe-feel ngh…so good in me. fuck me, oh my god.” your whines were muffled against the sofa, hot breath fogging up the surface. soon enough, you were bouncing on his cock on your own accord, your hard nipples rubbing against the leather.

“where—” kuroo choked out between thrusts. not once, did his hips falter as he pistons his cock deeper into your cunt.

“wh-what? what do you mea-oh,” realisation struck you when you felt his fingertips dig into your hips, holding you closer to him as he bucks his hips against yours. “on my…my-“

“my…my,” he snickered, clearly amused at how you were so lost in pleasure that you couldn’t form a simple sentence, “my what, sweetheart?”

“t-tits-ngh! my tits please.”

kuroo cursed under his breath. his head thrummed at the rhythm of his racing heartbeat, the only thought on his mind being your dirty dirty cunt begging to be ruined.

his hands shifted from your hips to your chest, hands squeezing at your mounds. a blissful hum sounded from kuroo’s throat as he felt how hard your nipples were, tempting him to tweak it between his thumb and index finger. instead, kuroo pulls you towards him such that your chest rests against his back before hooking his arms around yours to trap you close to him, with nowhere to run as he fucks you senselessly. at this angle, you could feel his tip hit you in all the right angles deep in your needy pussy. your slick slowly dripped from your hole to coat the length of his cock, dripping onto his balls that were slapping against your ass as he continues spearing you continuously with his cock.

your mouth hangs open, all sense in your head fucked out just by having your pussy stuffed with kuroo’s cock. although all you could muster was mewls and whines of his name, it was clear to him that you were close.

“that’s my girl. y’said you have not fucked anyone before but really, you’re just a dirty dirty girl.”

“are you close for me? you feel so fucking tight for me right now-oh fuck.”

“gonna fuck this pussy until no other cocks can satisfy you.”

every word, every sentence only pushes you further over the edge. kuroo knows that from the way the walls of your cunt tightens around his cock at every plunge of his cock. sniffles sounded from you before you felt the ache in your stomach eased as you gushed all over his cock.

“fucking beautiful” he moaned in your ear, watching you come all over his cock.

kuroo took one last hard thrust into your pussy before he took his cock out of your pussy with a loud squelch. he grabbed your shoulder, swivelling you around to make you face him who was frantically jerking at his cock. you watched as kuroo’s eyes focused on your heaving tits that he was seconds from coming all over, his lips captured by his teeth and forehead glistening with sweat.

his breath came out erratically, followed by a moan as spurts of white shot from his cock, falling onto your tits. kuroo’s cum was warm and thick and he made sure to live up to your demands by coating you with all the cum that he had, until it dribbled down his cock. shifting closer to you with cock still in hand, he rubbed the tip of his cock all over your tits, finishing off by rubbing circles around your nipples. he dipped his head so that he could watch your hazy eyes that was still clouded in lust from the after-math of being fucked senseless.

kuroo moved to catch your lips in his before pulling away, whispering against your lips, “wait till you find out how it feels like to be filled with my cum.”

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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Lee Bodecker x Reader (pt 1)

Summary: Lee knows he’s a bad man. It only makes it easier doing bad things to make her his good girl. 18+ minors scurry off!!

Warnings: Dark Lee, Stalking, toxic relationships, age gap (reader 20, lee 40s), southern people (yes it’s a warning), mentions of death. Future smut: daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, spit kink

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man, but he had to pretend to be. Some knew of his dirty deeds, most didn’t but you…..it was as if you could see through his perfectly crafted image. As if those Bambi eyes saw into his guilty soul. Maybe you couldn’t see the bad man in him. Maybe he was just paranoid at the possibility of scaring you away. Either way though, Lee wanted you.

He wanted to hear your pretty laugh, he wanted your perfect baking, and he wanted to see you fall apart for him. You were always so sweet and graceful. Almost swanlike. But Lee desperately wanted to see your pretty eyes spill with tears of pleasure. Tears that he caused. See your cute mouth struggle to find words as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body.

Lee knew pretty things like you didn’t last long in knockemstiff, women either raising babies, workin’ the street, or found dead. He wondered what you’d look like as his little housewife. You standing at the door with his meal ready and a baby in your belly, though something about your focus being on a child rubbed him the wrong way. No, Lee knew you were meant for more than the three types of women that this town allowed. No babies, no men ready to pay, and definitely not dead in an unsolved case file.

No, you were meant to be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. Lee may not be a good man but you, one way or another, were gonna be his good girl.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

- “is there a reason you’re blushin’ like that?” Sandy had questioned in an attempt to draw you out of your dreamy haze. - “just hot is all San” you lied. No truth was you found yourself eyeing your coworker and friends older brother. Way older.

Lee often came into the dinner on Thursday, always an hour after closing, but today he was thirty minutes late. You’d felt disappointed thinking he wouldn’t come in tonight until you heard the little ding from the door and his heavy sigh. Immediately you felt relaxed, as if all worry had left as soon as those blue eyes connected with yours.

Yes you’d had a little crush on the older man for reasons you couldn’t understand. Aunt Gill said the law of this town was corrupt and had always wanted you to stay away from the politics surrounding it, always telling you of how those men payed good money and even killed just for a little taste of power. Why would anyone kill for any kinda position in this town? Though even with her warnings you couldn’t look away. What if he was an exception? He rarely ever smiled but he always spoke to you with more respect than any other man and he tipped well too.

You watched as he made his way to his usual spot, you already cutting a piece of his favorite cherry pie. - “ just take Lee his pie and head home, girly. Don’t want ya to be late for Arvin tomorrow” Sandy said with a wink.

Oh. Oh yeah, Arvin. You’d been so consumed with what could possibly have kept Lee busy that you’d completely forgotten about your plans with Arvin tomorrow. He was a sweet boy who’d shown interest in your for a while now and he was actually your age, so when he’d nervously asked you on a date, of course you said yes.

You brushed off your hands onto the apron around your waist as you made your way over to Lee as a nervous quirk.

- “ Evening’ Sheriff. I’m glad you could still make it tonight” you said with a little smile. Genuinely happy to see him.

God that angelic smile almost broke Lee right there. - “ Sorry angel, got held back with a case. Preacher was found shot dead.”

Lee didn’t often tell you the dark things he worked with. He didn’t want to hurt your little heart…but sometimes he found a sick joy in seeing your babydoll eyes widen with fear. Fear of the dark world surrounding you. Lee wouldn’t let that world hurt you, no he did everything in his power to keep that darkness out, with the exception of himself.

- “oh gosh, Sheriff. The pie ain’t good enough for you to come by after something as exhausting as that!”

The pie? Surely you didn’t think he came here every day for the pie you didn’t even make? - “what makes you think i come here for the pie, babydoll?” Lee smirked as he watched your face heat up at his tone.

- “I-I just figured….figured ya know cause Sandy m-makes the pie and ya know…” he watched you mumble as you played with the hem of your uniform. Cute he thought. So fucking cute.

- “no, sweetheart. Gotta make sure my sis is treating my best girl right, don’t i?”

Your swear you heart beat broke some kind of record at his comment. You weren’t sure what to say but you knew you wanted him to continue.

- “ Lee let the girl go home!” His sister shouted as she made her way around the counter. - “you’ve kept her long enough. Y/n, honey you head home now, alright?” Sandy said as she handed you your little bag, almost pushing you out the door.

- “o-oh of course. Good night San. Good night Sheriff!” You called as you made your way out but not without hearing him say a ‘goodnight babydoll’ back.

You found yourself thinking about his comment the whole walk home and even into the night.

His best girl.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

- “you stay away from that girl, Lee.” His sister hissed with a finger pointed in his direction. - “ she’s got a good life ahead of her and she doesn’t need your issues gettin’ In the way.”

- “my issues” he scoffed. “My issue is the fact that rumor says my sister is out there whorin’ around! I don’t need you fuckin’ up this election for me Sandy.” He said standing up obviously pissed at her mentioning you.

- “their just rumors lee…and of course you’d bring that up when we’re talking about you. You’ve been drinkin’ again haven’t you? That why you’re obsessed with this girl?” She pushed.

- “ M’not obsessed. She’s sweet and why can’t I be interested in her? I deserve a life outside of pickin’ up your messes, Sandy!”

Sandy loved her brother. But she knew. She knew of his control issues. She knew of his drives past your little house and that he only showed up to the diner on nights you worked.

- “Well it doesn’t matter what you think you deserve when it comes to her Lee. You know why? Cause shes got a date with that Russell boy tomorrow. So you stay away and let her live free from your bullshit” Sandy snarled as she poked his chest.

Lee saw red. Arvin Russel? She thought he was more fucked up than that kid? Hell he figured the man behind the murder of that shifty preacher was Arvin. Like hell he’d let his angel go on a date with that kid. Lee was sure that kid wouldn’t even know how to please you right. He wouldn’t treat you like a princess and definitely wouldn’t make you cum as hard as he could.

Lee knew his sister and Arvin were just obstacles in his way. They wouldn’t be able to stop him from making you his.

- “ go home lee. It’s way past closing and I’m tired” Sandy mumbled as she pulled at her face.

- “Fine…just keep whatever shit you’re doin’…just keep it down. This rumor is the last thing I need.” He said as he laid down her change.

Lee made his way out to his car, still seething at the thought of his girl going out with someone who wasn’t him. He’d make his usual stop by your house tonight, make sure his angel was okay and safe even if he was slightly frustrated with your stupid decision.

No this is my fault.

If he’d have just claimed you as his already than this wouldn’t have happened. But he needed things to be perfect. He needed to get past this election and get Sandy off his back. Then you’d be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. You’d be his, and only his. You be his perfect good little girl.

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- “Darlin’ here please take my jacket” Arvin pleaded. You were shaking like a leaf and it was killing him. -“ you’ll get sick and I’ll no choice but to nurse you myself”

Arvin taking care of you didn’t sound too bad. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far. You’d wanted something simple, so you both had decided on getting some shakes. Well…something simple just wasn’t enough as the two of you had ended up getting lost in conversation. He told you about his mother and father and you told him about your life in the city. - “I don’t think that stigma is true ya know? Of city girls bein’ hard to please. You’re truly the sweetest thing I’ve ever met y/n.”

Hard to please.

- “I think you’re a real sweetheart too, Arvin.” You’d said and meant it. You enjoyed your time with the boy but couldn’t shake off that he was hiding something. He had a harsh life, his father had exposed him to traumatic things early on and with his Sisters passing recently, you bet you’d be a bit standoffish too.

The stars had already made an appearance in the sky, signaling it was time for you to head home to Gill.

- “y/n I was thinkn’…..well I’m askn’ if I could kiss you?” Arvin mumbled as he played with your smaller hands.

Did you want him to kiss you? Did you have romantic feelings for Arvin? There couldn’t be much harm in kissing him, you decided. So without an answer you stood on the tips of your toes and kissed him. He tasted nice, like the birthday cake shake he’d had not long ago. He seemed stunned at first, but after a few seconds he started to kiss back. His hands slowly rubbed down your arms and you found yourself wanting more.

Though just as the pace picked up, Arvin stiffened.

- “Arvin, honey what’s wrong?” You pulled away, searching his eyes. He was looking behind you, hands tightly gripping your arms.

Confused as to what could possibly cause him to stop, you turned only to see what looked to be trees and an empty cop car. It frustrated you. Why was he being so odd?

- “well….uh..t-thank you for the evening, Arvin. I really enjoyed it.” You mumbled as you pulled away from him. Arvin still continued to stare, as if a ghost had stolen his attention, until it finally allowed him to place his eyes back on you.

- “good night y/n.” He muttered already turning back to head to his truck. Did he not enjoy the kiss? Had you done something wrong? His odd response had caused you to question yourself.

And he wasn’t even willing to drive you home.

You watched his back as he disappeared down the dark street. Willing the tears in your eyes to not make it down your face. Though you must’ve not tried hard enough.

- “asshole” you sobbed. You felt pathetic as you stood in the middle of your empty town. Gill was going to kill him when you explained to her why you came home with tears in your eyes and dirt staining your pretty white heals.

Be a big girl y/n.

You wiped the salty tears on the sleeve of his jacket that you still had on. The realization only made you cry harder. You didn’t even care that you were scuffing the shoes you’d saved up for, as you trudged your way home.

Lost in your pool of self loath, you’d yet to hear the car making its way past you as you neared the edge of the downtown street.

- “Sweetheart? Whatcha doin’ out here so late?“

Oh god.

The sound of his voice only caused you to burst into tears again. Of course your luck would have it were Lee Bodecker saw you as a crying mess right after you had your heart broken.

You’d heard the slam of his door but couldn’t see anything through your cloud of tears. Not until you felt his hands grab your face and gently do his best to rub them away. - “babydoll ima need you to tell me what happen- and who’s jacket is this? He cut himself off with his own question as he harshly pulled the jacket off your arms. You didn’t mind though, as the leather jacket rubbing against your skin only reminded you of the odd encounter you just had.

- “lee..please…” you mumbled as you looked up into his furious blue eyes - “ please just take me home…”

Lee knew he was selfish…but you’d asked him to take you home. You just didn’t know it would be your new home. You would forgive him eventually. He’d have to figure out a way to keep your disappearance quiet, maybe turn it on that fucking Russell kid, but he’d sort that out later.

For now all he needed to do was take his girl home…to her rightful home.

(Read pt two here)

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Fox comes alive all at once from out of the half-slump of semi-patient waiting, hand spasming around the stem of his wine glass in a manner that serves to abruptly remind one that, although Fox is built somewhat slighter than the average clone, he has dedicated the totality of his meager existence honing himself into a lethal weapon. His predator-sharp eyes are locked on the entrance to the bar somewhere over Wolffe’s shoulder—paranoid little osik refused to even set foot over the threshold until Wolffe had conceded the most well-defended position—and the sheer force of his attention has the fine hairs on Wolffe’s arms raising.

“Immediately no,” Fox declares. “Absolutely not. Iba’shabuir.”

Wolffe snorts and pointedly refuses to turn around. “Kot’ika’s here, then?”

This is a fairly typical response to Cody’s general presence. Despite being literal clones, Cody and Fox are so diametrically opposed that merely placing them in the same room gives the very atmosphere an electric charge. Cody lives for the thrill of finding ever escalating ways to set Fox’s fight-or-flight response off.

“And he brought his Jetti,” Fox says, rolling the word off his tongue in a somewhat derogatory manner.

“What?” Wolffe replies, the question startled out of him, and spins around in the booth just in time to watch a slow smile spread across Cody’s face under the purple light of the bar—like a tooka that has captured its prey.

And sure enough, hanging off of Cody’s arm like a natborn noblewoman, is General Kenobi in some sort of fancy leatheris spacer outfit. Cody himself is dressed in a satiny, half-sheer button down that makes him look downright sleazy. Wolffe wants to give him a shakedown and check him for hidden non-regulation weapons, looking like that.

“Vode,” Cody greets, pulling up to the table.

“Jagyc’kovid,” Fox snaps.

Wolffe reaches across the table and gently pulls the wine glass from Fox’s clenched fist. Fox allows this in favor of bringing his whole attention to bear on his favorite asshole in the world. Cody and Fox stare at each other, unblinking.

“Hello, gentlemen,” General Kenobi greets.

“General,” Wolffe greets. Unlike his brothers, he is capable of professionality.

General Kenobi waves a hand and slides into the booth next to Wolffe, parting from Cody with a pat on his arm. “Oh, hush. I left my rank back at the Temple. Just Obi-Wan.”

Cody has not yet sat down. Fox has puffed himself up like a nuna-bird protecting its nest. Fox will likely guard his side of the booth with his life. Cody simply stands there, patient and smiling, while Fox holds himself on the precipice of lunging. If they had the physiology for it, Fox would be growling.

“This is exciting,” Kenobi muses.

That’s a… unique stance. Wolffe snorts and takes a sip of his own drink—some exceptionally strong brandy from a planet whose name he has already forgotten. This one glass is more expensive than every item on Wolffe’s person, from his clothes to his blaster. It tastes lavishly terrible.

“This is par for the course,” Wolffe replies.

“Foxy,” Cody drawls, pleased as pie.

“Why do you hate me,” Fox replies, his tone downright saccharine.

"Foxy, I love you."

“How did you and I come from the same batch?” Fox despairs.

Wolffe kicks at Fox under the table and barks, “Scoot. Let Kote in.”

Cody beams as he slides in next to Fox, who digs his heels in and refuses to budge, leaving the two of them squished into a comically small space from shoulder to shoulder. Cody preens. Kenobi snickers.

“Fox, Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, Fox. Wolffe, Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, Wolffe,” Cody introduces, gesturing open-palmed across the table in respective order. “Now my second- and third-closest vode have met my riduur.”

Kenobi pauses in his examination of the wine bottle Fox ordered for the table to wave a bemused hello while Wolffe chokes on his expensively shitty drink and Fox hisses, “Second and third?”

Cody, because he is a shit-stirrer at heart, gently pats Fox’s clenched fist. “Don’t worry, vod. You’re second,” he soothes, knowing full-well that this only infuriates Fox more.

“Who the fuck is first?” Fox grabs Cody’s hand with his own and holds it in a brutally punishing grip. Cody barely bats an eye and threads their fingers together instead.

“Rex.”

“Rex?” Fox scoffs in a manner perfectly befitting of a distinguished senator. “You’re telling me that your pet CT ranks higher than me? After I practically spent all of my training wiping your sorry ass?”

“Only because you love looking at it so much, Foxy,” Cody muses.

“Riduur?” Wolffe repeats, because his vode are idiots and they will spend the rest of the night running down this rabbit hole of who wiped whose ass—it was, of course, Wolffe who was wiping both Fox and Cody’s sorry asses—instead of focusing on what they really should be focussing on. “You’re married to your General? No offense, General Kenobi.”

“I take offense only because I told you to call me Obi-Wan, Wolffe,” Kenobi sniffs.

“The wedding was beautiful. I’m only sorry that you missed it,” Cody sighs.

“Drink,” Fox demands, making grabby hands at the bottle Kenobi is still examining. “Give.” He snatches the bottle from the hands of a High Jedi General, leaning half-up and across the table to do it, and takes a long swig right from the mouth.

“Disgusting,” Cody says, fondly. “This is why you weren’t invited.”

“Don’t despair. No one was invited,” Kenobi muses.

“Everyone is disgusting,” Cody agrees.

“Quite.”

“When?” Wolffe demands. “How? Why?”

“Love, I suspect,” Kenobi replies. Cody laughs and laughs, as if this is the funniest joke that has ever been told.

They drink. They talk. They do what the natborns do—they socialize out in public. It’s surprisingly good. When Cody proposed that they do this, that the two of them carve time out of their leave and pressure Fox into stepping away for a night, to take the time to connect in a way they haven’t since before the war, in a way they never have, Wolffe was skeptical. What use would they have for doing what the natborns do? They’ve never been the same. They've never had that privledge.

But now it makes a little more sense—Cody wanted to show them this. To introduce them to exactly this sort of natborn shit and the capacity of it. Him and Kenobi—a natborn. Married, somehow. Happy, somehow. And so they drink, and they socialize, and they razz Cody relentlessly for marrying his Jedi and his Jedi for somehow allowing this.

And at the end of the night, Fox desperately wine-drunk and hanging off of Cody as Cody attempts to fold him into a cab, Wolffe pulls Kenobi aside.

“Thank you,” he says. “For caring for my vod’ika. Keep it up.”

Kenobi smiles, soft and surprisingly real under the artificial glow of Coruscanti neon lights. Nearly lost to the bark and rumble of nightlife, he promises, “Of course. Always.” They clasp arms and, for a night, Wolffe lets himself believe.