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Hey friends! I wanted to share the most recent addition to my website.
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Old Men(tor) Big Naturals
(for @3luecactuz)
#star wars#yoda#lord of the rings#gandalf#gandalf big naturals#That's an active community last I checked and I *will* throw this into that tag <3#Thank you for letting me live my dream.#Specifically- thank you for opting into âsurprise meâ and having the luck of the dice#FinallyâŠI have drawn yoda big naturalsâŠ.#its like the weight of two boulders have lifted off my chest#big heaving old man shirt boulders.#All my silly words aside; thank you so much for your longtime support dear 3luecactuz B*)#Praying and hoping you also find this a delightful twist of fate and I have not inspired you to throw me overboard.#Raffle prize 1/5 done! I warned you all I was going to start by swinging a bat. Stay tuned for more this week!#No theme this time around except to have fun with the prompts <3
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Every year, for every random holiday, Eddie winds up with a present in his locker. He has no idea where these come from.
They're not random "this could be for ANYONE" gifts either. They're themed, so it's not like someone's just mistakenly put them into his locker.
Valentines day usually gets him a little bag of homemade chocolates shaped like dice and a random mini fig theme painted for the day, meaning he has a good few random minis painted in reds and pinks with funny heart motifs, he has a human archer painted like cupid!!
Easter gets him another basket full of homemade chocolatey goodies, one time he got a half a chocolate egg filled with a delightful creamy substance that hid more dice chocolates and reeces pieces within it, but packaged in a little homemade treasure chest nestled atop a little red cushion and Eddie maybe swooned a little that time.
His birthday always got him the good shit. A new monster manual one year, a fancy dice bag another, a cool chalice thing he'd definitely be using to drink Mt Dew out of that he later found out to be actual silver
Christmas, however, the presents didn't turn up at his locker. School was out! They turned up on his porch. Like some Santa Clause bullshit. He got paints, he got sketch books, and he got more homemade goodies like chocolates, brownies, alcohol infused homemade fudge, and cupcakes!
This goes on for years, Eddie is unable to find out who keeps doing it, who keeps leaving these presents for him, and when after surviving hell, he finally graduates without an answer he figures with a deep sadness that he'll probably never know. Until his brand new gaggle of trauma bonded friends drag him to a gods' honest sleepover at Steveâs house. Until he sneakily steals one of the tasty looking chocolates from Steve's fridge and promptly freezes as it melts on his tongue because he KNOWS that taste, he knows it by heart.
Until he corners Steve to find out where he got those chocolates only to find out from a surprisingly bright red Steve that he made them himself.
And oh. Oh.
Oh.
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What if, after Vecna is defeated, Eddie lives and is recovering in the hospital and one day he's just gone. Like, Steve and the kids come to visit and his hospital room doesn't even exist anymore. It's just a blank stretch of wall. The nurses, nurses they know worked with Eddie, say they've never heard of Eddie Munson and there's never been a room where the kids insist there was the day before. Anyone else they ask says they've never heard the name, even though it was only weeks ago that the entire town formed a mob to hunt him down. Hopper and Murray look into it and there's no record of an Edward Munson in any database anywhere. His previous arrests are gone, his fingerprints, record of Wayne becoming his legal guardian, his social security number, his birth certificate. Even his Uncle Wayne, gone without a trace. Like neither man ever existed.
They search for years, always hoping for word, or a return, or anything. But Eddie was there one day and gone the next. Apparently forever.
They mourn, all of them. He was part of the group, part of the family, and then he was gone with no fanfare or goodbye. Then he was gone and every force in the world pretended like he'd never been there in the first place.
Steve, quietly, takes it hard. He spends weeks crying himself to sleep, clutching the ruined battle vest to his chest. It's just unfair, is all, Steve thinks. '86 was supposed to be Eddie's year.
Time passes and they all grow up, all move away from Hawkins. Steve and Robin move to Indy; she starts college and Steve gets a job at a little bakery because he's a regular already and they're hiring.
He loves baking, finds it calming in a way very few things are for him anymore. After a few good years, the store becomes his, and he didn't know he could be this happy or satisfied with his life, after everything.
He never stops thinking of Eddie.
Close to Steve's 30th birthday, a little bookstore opens up in the vacant building across the way. Steve sees the owner sometimes, dark hair pulled into a sloppy bun, pale skin, the occasional hint of black ink under his dark clothes. Beautiful. They wave at each other almost every morning and Steve ignores the reminders of Eddie. They're commonplace now. Any man with long dark hair, tattoos, and black clothing stirs a spark of recognition in Steve's gut, and the disappointment still hurts even after a decade.
Weeks pass and Steve notices a new display in the window of the bookstore; those dnd guides all the boys have, the dice with too many sides, the little plastic figures and pots of paints and delicate brushes. He vows, the next time the kids are in town, they'll go over and he'll finally introduce himself to that probably nice man whose only sin was a slight resemblance to a boy from Steve's past.
The kids come for a visit only a few weeks later, and are just as enthusiastic about going to the bookstore as he is to take them. He has them help bake his secret-recipe sugar cookies, decorate them in a dnd theme (Erica and Max say they're dorky, and he agrees, despite being pleased with the results).
Steve heads to the bookstore first, to warn the guy about the veritable horde of feral young adults about to descend on his quiet store.
He walks in to the sound of a gently ringing bell and Metallica playing at low volume on the store's speakers. Steve has to ignore it or he'll walk out.
"Be right with you," a muffled voice calls out.
"Take your time," he responds. He browses with the container of cookies in his arms, taking in all the dnd stuff, the signs about dnd club meetings, the stacks of new release books and a couple cds.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," a soft, husky voice says back at the front of the store. It breaks Steve out in goosebumps.
"Don't worry about it. I'm from the bakery across the street, wanted to finally introduce myself. I brought goodies," he adds, sort of blushing.
He steps back up to the cash register, eyes finally settling on the owner he's only seen from afar and all the breath leaves his body. It leaves him lightheaded, dizzy.
Eddie Munson. Eddie. Munson. Stands behind the counter, hair in a bun with messy tendrils around his face. He looks the exact same. Maybe a few more lines around his mouth and eyes. But the same.
"Ed--Eddie?" Steve's voice croaks out. He barely manages to drop the cookies onto the counter and not the floor.
Eddie's deep brown eyes flood with tears, a hand--every finger with a ring--covers his mouth. "Steve," the other man sobs.
There's no hesitation as Steve flings himself into Eddie's arms, the other man catching him and holding him tight.
Eddie squeezes him, crying against Steve's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he repeats.
"I can't believe you're real," Steve murmurs between soft sobs, pressing his face against Eddie's neck.
"I'm real. I'm here," Eddie agrees. "I'm right here, sweetheart."
Steve pulls out of the embrace a little, just to look at Eddie's face. To see after all these years. He presses trembling fingers against the line of Eddie's jaw, and the other man leans into the touch, lets Steve trace the contours of his cheeks, his mouth.
"You're here," Steve agrees.
Their eyes lock, drink each other in, ten years of longing dancing at the knobs of Steve's spine.
"They took me away," Eddie says, deep brown of his eyes serious and pleading. "The government. They snuck me out in the middle of the night and forced me and Wayne to adopt new identities, sent us to New Mexico. Monitored us so I couldn't contact any of you. It killed me, Stevie. To be away from you. From Robin. The kids."
That snaps Steve out of his daze. "Oh, shit. The kids."
It's too late, though. The bell at the door jingles, the usual cacophony that accompanies the seven of them filling the little store in an instant.
Dustin's voice rings out, above the others, "this store is so fucking cool."
"Language," Eddie scolds on auto-pilot. When he realizes what he said and why, his eyes wash with new tears.
The kids turn, as one, to the man they never thought they'd see again.
Steve's fingers dance down Eddie's arm, finding his hand, twining their fingers together. Eddie tightens his grip. Steve's never letting go of this man ever again, and he knows with some deep, element certainty that Eddie feels the same.
"Eddie?" Dustin exclaims.
"Hiya, kid." Eddie smiles a little, ducks his head.
"What the fuck," Max says.
"Anyone have time for a story?" Eddie asks. He dashes away the few tears that track down his cheeks.
"We have all the time in the world," Steve agrees. Doesn't think before he lifts Eddie's hand and presses a kiss just below his knuckles.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#drabble#oneshot#the party#max mayfield#erica sinclair#robin buckley#platonic stobin#eddie is kidnapped by the government#witness protection#steve owns a bakery#eddie owns a bookstore#they're in love your honor#dustin henderson and eddie munson friendship#steve bakes eddie cookies#dnd themed baked goods#fluff#second chance at love#reconnecting#eddie's disappearance is based on a movie called so long at the fair
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I would love see the first time that âexcentricâ aspect of they relationship started. Like how Coryo punishment her for the first time, She know what will happened? They talk about? And how she feel with that? Afraid ? Turn on ? Jealousy in think that probaly he did this with someone else ? Sorry if i wrote something wrong, english is not my first language
closer to the darkness |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|
prompt: as requested, the dark backstory that led to you and coriolanus' exciting sex life.
contains: very very VERY DARK undertones. mentions prostitution and the exploitation that occurs in the capitol. public sex with undertones of slight humiliation. very very dark coriolanus. slightly manipulative and obsessive coriolanus. bdsm themes. dom!coryo x sub!reader. spanking. spanking with implement. oral (fem receiving). overall very dark smut. minors dni.
A simple invite, passed to him by the sly smirk of a classmate. âSnow,â Dennis hissed lowly, pencil tapping on the page of a book, eyes cutting to watch for the librarian. âA couple of us are going to The Underground tonight. Are you coming?âÂ
Coriolanus blinked, face staying stoic, unreadable. He didnât particularly like the boys in his class, not now anymore than years before. He found the civilness of their polite conversation to be useless now- now that he had you.Â
âIâm busy.â Coriolanus dismissed. He had no interest in going to their gambling billiards room or whatever this club was.Â
âOh, come on.â Dennis grinned, head ducking low. âYou can leave the Duke girl for a night. She wonât mind anyways. Her brothers are always there. Youâll be in kept company.âÂ
Coriolanus perked at the mention. Your brothers, the two elder Duke boys that he hadnât yet charmed the way he had your father and mother. A necessity to secure their approval. He knew theyâd run the family business, already high up in the family ranks. If he planned to go forth with his game ideas, heâd need their investment.Â
That drove him to cancel his plans with you, a half-hearted excuse about studying, offering to spend the weekend with you instead. He joined the boys of his class, socialites and aristocrats alike, all wearing their familyâs name like a badge of honor. Coriolanus followed them towards the luxury end of the Capitol, secluded and reserved for only the best of the Capitol goers, exclusion even in the highest class.Â
Coriolanus twisted the wad of cash in his pocket, hoping he could remember enough to pass at the roulette tables. âHere,â Dennis hummed, passing the small, black mask to Coriolanus when the doorman let them in.Â
âWhatâs this?â Coriolanus muttered, twisting the mask in his hands.Â
âJust part of it. Iâm sure it helps the others feel their identity is well protected.â Dennis shrugged, tying the silk ends to the back of his head, eyes accentuated with the harsh black contrast of the material.Â
They gamble openly during the games, but are worried here? Coriolanus thought, fighting back an eye roll. Instead, he fastened the material, following the string of people through the darkened hallways. It felt far from luxurious, more like the burrows and halls heâd sneak with Lucy Gray back in District Twelve.Â
His mind wandered back to hers, furiously shaking her from his thoughts. He needed to be sharp, alert. Coryo had already decided heâd stumble into your brothers, hopeful he could still find them with the masks, that heâd sit at the right roulette table.Â
Coriolanus stilled when there was no table. No green velvet lined table with dice and cigar smoke, no liquor or Avoxes roaming about. No, instead, there was a small, circular stage with a single row of chairs surrounding it.Â
âSnow,â Dennis nudged his arm, pulling him from his thoughts. âWeâre over here.âÂ
Coryo followed him, thankful for the mask, hoping it would conceal his wandering eyes. What was this place? A stage in the middle, nothing else. Coriolanusâ chest tightened with fear, grim curiosity perhaps as he settled into his seat. All around him, men with masks, chatting with each other, all nearly identical in the dim light of the room.Â
âI heard they found her from Eleven.â The boy, Lucios, beside Dennis grinned.Â
âIâm quite bored of the homely looking girls. They always look frightened, like caged animals being led to slaughter.â Dennis rolled his eyes in boredom. âI wish theyâd bring in another girl from One. They always know how to put on the best shows.âÂ
âIâd even settle for Two.â Lucios cackled in a droning posh tone, waving over for his drink. âMaybe Three.âÂ
âIt wouldnât even be a real girl from Three. A hologram.â Dennis laughed. âAs long as it isnât Twelve or Ten, they always have the worst smell.â He snarled, eyes cutting to Coriolanus, who was rigidly watching the interaction.Â
Dennis frowned, lips parting with a question, the trilling of a bell silencing him and everyone around them. All settling into their seats, quiet and still. Coryoâs heart beat so loudly it was deafening in his ears. Eyes scanning the room, he caught a glimpse of your brothers on the other side, eyes meeting only for a moment before the room fell dark. Completely pitch black, Coriolanus swallowed his rising panic, fists balling.Â
It was a set up, a conspiracy to get him here, kill him. Of course theyâd want to, they wanted you all for their own. Dennis had commented on you weeks ago, congratulated him behind bared teeth. How could he be so stupid? How could he not see?
A single light blinded him, body tensing at the sudden intrusion of light spilling above the stage. Underneath the beam, a man stood. His face was concealed entirely by a red mask that covered all his features, dressed in appropriate but dark wear, but with gloves that matched his mask. Next to him, a girl kneeling in a collar, and just a collar. Her face not covered, oh no, Coriolanus could see every line of fear, shine of terror though she tried to hide it.Â
âGentlemen,â The manâs voice was loud, even through the muffling of the mask it rang through the silent room. âTonight our guest from Nine.â His gloved hand ran over her tied hair, and Coriolanus didnât miss the way she shivered, biting her lip in fear.Â
Coriolanus watched in eerie intrigue as the man brought her to a small bench like contraption, making a large show of securing her arms and legs, so she was left spread, vulnerable to the audience to see the most intimate parts of her.Â
Coriolanusâ chest burned, maybe with fear, maybe with something else. Your brothers were here, here. He hoped they hadnât seen him, stomach turning with the fear of what youâd do if you found out- fear that youâd leave him. The man on stageâs droning words fell deaf on his ears, mind racing with a plan, a plan to leave before theyâd see you. He couldnât see the row on the other side because of the light, so he hoped they couldnât see him.Â
His thoughts were stopped by a single cutting whistle of wood through the air, walloping onto skin with a resounding smack! followed by a muffled cry.Â
âIn the dark times, far before the dark times, since nearly the beginning of time, there have been many forms of debauchery that have been used to cause excitement.â The man droned dramatically, twisting a leather paddle in his hand.Â
He tapped the girlâs left bottom cheek, before bringing his arm back, sending the paddle soaring onto her ass again. Coriolanus jumped slightly at the impact, mind dumbly blank of the worries from before. Nearly trance-like, watching the man paddle the girl, how she cried pathetically, how her flesh turned, blossoming with marks.Â
âThere has always been a power imbalance.â The man continued, letting the paddle rub teasingly over her body. âThere have always been the powerful, the helpless. Those who are in charge, those who are submissive- completely at the mercy of your cruelness, of your control.âÂ
Coriolanus felt his pants tent, blood rushing from his head down to his throbbing cock. The man stalked, heavy footsteps that echoed in the room, back between the girl's legs. âThere is a need for order. Even in intimacy.â He hummed, bringing the paddle down twice, two snapping flicks of his wrist.Â
Coriolanus swallowed, spit pooling in his mouth at the cries the girl gave. The man scanned the room, setting the paddle on her backside, slowly taking off a glove. Coriolanus leant forward, watching the man with intense intrigue.Â
âBecause as we all know, there is pleasure in power.â The man boomed, his hand disappearing between the girlâs legs. A gasp ghosting on the edge of pleasure filled the room, her back arching at the sensation that was hidden from Coriolanusâ view, his eyes narrowing for a better view.Â
Coryoâs face blushed deeply, burning with excitement when the manâs fingers lifted, covered in sticky arousal from the girl that webbed his fingers. âAnd as you can see, there is pleasure in pain as well.â Though his face was hidden, Coriolanus could hear the smug smirk of his voice.Â
âMy darling guest here is one who enjoys such pain, which is why sheâs chosen to serve the Capitol and offer her services.â The man continued, wiping her release on his pants. âFor the night, the rates bidding starts at a high price since she can only be shared once.âÂ
Coriolanus slipped out when the bidding started, the lights dimming enough for him to see the exit. He walked furiously down the streets of the Capitol, throwing the mask furiously on the ground. Still, his cock throbbed, stirred to life, not at the girl but at the idea. The idea that you would be tied up, tilt that power to him entirely, be at his mercy and command.Â
Heâd brain his throbbing cock as the reason his thoughts were scattered, why he showed up at your penthouse.Â
âI thought you were studying- oh!â You squeaked, letting the door fall with a snap shut, Coriolanusâ hands on your waist, kissing you with feverish hunger.Â
âI missed you.â Coriolanus rasped, your heart swelling at the words. âI couldnât wait until this weekend. I had to see you. Had to taste you.âÂ
Your knees wobbled at the words, tensing with excitement. You could feel his stiff cock on your hip, ignoring the way he rubbed himself into your hip, letting him settle between your legs. You were surprised when his plush lips pressed to the inside of your thighs, hot breath ghosting over your clothed pussy. Your fingers tangled through his hair when his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit, lapping and suckling.Â
Coriolanus knew what to do, what he needed to do to get you brainless, pliant before heâd suggest such a proposal. So he let you pull at his hair, let you tug at the roots while you whined and cried out, bucking beneath him as his tongue worked you open.Â
âI want to try something.â Coriolanus hovered above your sprawled out frame, slack and limp against the rustled sheets. His eyes were dark, looking down at you from the slope of his nose- it sent a shiver right through your already trembling frame. âIf youâre willing.âÂ
Brain still foggy from the previous orgasms, you nodded lazily. Of course you did, it was like clockwork to Coryo, all a part of his plan. âYou always enjoy it so much when Iâm rough with you,â Coryo began, biting back a smirk at how you blushed, body folding shyly into itself at his words. âI want to try something a little⊠more.âÂ
âI donât much care for torture.â You frowned, lips pulling in a scowl.Â
âI would never torture you, darling.â Coryo smiled softly, a small shake of his head that had you relaxing. âI think youâll find this more pleasurable than painful.âÂ
He had you over his thigh after a short amount of coaxing. Legs on either side of his thigh, body resting on the silk sheets behind him. He alternated sharp smacks to your ass that left you squealing, lifting in tense alert at the sensation only for his hand to slip back between your thighs, tease and pleasure you until you melted back onto his thigh. Until his spanks were met with pathetic whimpers of pleasure, rubbing yourself shamelessly on his thigh.Â
It was only the beginning. The very start of the shift in power for the two of you. First in the bedroom, then out in the world.
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Want to participate in Marvel Trumps Hate, but don't know what to offer? Think outside the box!
Stumped on what to offer because you don't write fic or draw? Marvel Trumps Hate welcomes a huge variety of fanworks and fan labor (see our sign-up post), so there are different ways you can contribute. You'll be amazed by the breadth of skills, talents, knowledge, and types of creative expression found in fandom!
Here's a smorgasbord of offers that we've either had before or seen people discuss as possibilities for MTH 2024 or future years to help inspire you. What you can offer is not restricted to the list below; these are just examples to get you brainstorming about what you can auction off because trust us, even if you think you might not have something to offer, you probably do!
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hello!! aventurine with a teen!reader who has a similar past like his?
Games of Survival
Summary: In a quiet moment of connection, Aventurine and you, a teen with a similar troubled past, bond over shared experiences of survival and manipulation. You both discuss the sacrifices made, the burden of choices, and the price of constantly playing a game with such high stakes. Despite your differences, you and Aventurine find solace in the unique understanding of each otherâs struggles, realizing that, while scarred, neither of you is truly alone in the fight.
Tags: Aventurine x Teen!Reader, Platonic, Found Family, Shared Past, Emotional Bonding, Teen & Adult Friendship, Strategic Minds, High-Stakes Gambling, Emotional Scars, Understanding.
Warnings: Mentions of traumatic past, survival struggles, manipulation, implied mental/emotional scars, themes of loneliness and sacrifice.
The sound of a quiet shuffle echoed through the room, followed by the soft clink of dice as Aventurine expertly rolled them across a velvet surface. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the dice, as if they were the very essence of life itselfârandom, yet influenced by a hand much greater than fate.
You sat across from him, arms folded across your chest, your gaze never wavering from his. The two of you were an unlikely pair, sharing a connection no one else could quite understand. Like him, you'd once been pushed to the edge of society, discarded and forgotten. Like him, you'd survived by taking risks, by playing games with the world, knowing that one wrong move could lead to destruction.
"You've got the same look," Aventurine said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice was smooth, almost amused, as he leaned back in his chair, his hands lacing together in front of him. "That far-off gaze, like you're already five steps ahead."
You tilted your head, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. He was right. You had the same knack for seeing patterns, the same sharpness in your eyes that reflected the same haunted past. His words had never been truer. You, too, had learned to manipulate the world, to bend it to your willâor risk being crushed by it.
Aventurineâs expression softened just a fraction as he met your gaze. "I donât know if itâs a blessing or a curse," he mused, tapping his fingers on the table. "But itâs what keeps us alive. What keeps us... on top."
You knew what he meant. Life had never been kind to either of you. There was always a gamble at play, always something hanging in the balance. Your pasts were lined with similar scars: betrayal, loss, and a constant game of survival. But while most would falter, you and Aventurine had learned to rise above it. You both had learned to play the game in your own ways.
"I think we're both lucky," you said quietly, your voice firm despite the ghosts of the past still clinging to your thoughts. "We found ways to survive, to take control. But I never forget what it cost."
Aventurine's eyes flickered with something darker, something that spoke to the shared weight of your words. He didn't need to ask what you meant. He already knew. It was the price of your soul, the parts of you that you'd traded away in exchange for knowledge, power, and survival.
"Thatâs the game, isnât it?" he said, his tone contemplative. "You donât win without sacrifice. But weâre not like everyone else. We never will be."
You nodded, understanding fully. The games you played were ones others couldnât even begin to comprehend, the stakes too high for most to ever even try. But for both of you, there was no turning back. You were trapped in the web youâd woven, a web of calculated moves and inevitable consequences.
For a moment, silence hung in the air between you, but it wasnât uncomfortable. It was an understandingâtwo people whoâd been shaped by the same cruel hands, two souls who had learned to navigate the chaos of the world by their own rules.
Aventurineâs smile returned, though this time it was gentler, almost wistful. "We might be similar," he said, "but weâre not the same. Youâve got a chance, a future. Me? Iâm just a gamble, a bet thatâs already been placed."
His words were playful, but you could hear the edge beneath them. The weight of his own choices, his own destiny, was something he didnât share with anyone easily.
But you? You understood. And for once, the shared burden didnât feel so heavy when it was carried by someone who truly saw you.
"Maybe," you said, your voice soft but resolute, "but we both know the rules, and we both know how to win."
Aventurineâs smile widened, a flicker of respect in his eyes. He lifted his glass in a subtle toast, and you did the same, clinking your glasses together. In that moment, you knew that despite everythingâdespite the scars, the broken pasts, and the games you playedâyou were not alone.
The game had just begun.
#hsr#honkai star rail#x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#hsr aventurine x reader
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Who Is That Brand New Babygirl?
@stevieweek Day 1: Stobin | Day 2: Gender Euphoria | Dice Roll: 7. Lingerie
(since there were 10 extra prompts provided, i decided to roll a d10 each day for an extra prompt along with the daily theme! and i combined day 1 and day 2 because i didn't get anything out yesterday and it fit my idea anyway lol) (also divider by @/thecutestgrotto)
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âHow about this one?â
Stevie took the lacy scrap of fabric that Robin had shoved in her face. âI like the color.â The panties were blush pink, with a wide band of lace at the top.Â
âThereâs a matching bralette, too.â Robin pointed across the aisle to a rack of bralettes, some of them the same color as the panties she held in her hand.
Stevie flushed. âI donât knowâŠâ Wearing panties was one thing, but a bra? âI donât even have any growth yet.â She gestured aimlessly to her chest, where the hormones she had only just started taking still had yet to work their magic.
âThatâs why itâs a bralette, not a bra. No cups,â Robin explained. âThink of it like a training bra. My mom made me start wearing them in middle school and it was kind of weird, but it does make you more used to wearing one. And feel more grown up, which I guess you donât really need help with because youâre already an adult, but you know. More like a woman.â She stopped talking with that look on her face that meant she was trying to hold in a patented Robin Rambleâą.Â
âI thought you hated bras,â Stevie pointed out. Robin always made a point of complaining about her bra digging into her ribs, and at this point Stevie thought there might be more of them scattered around her house than in Robinâs, since she always hurried to take them off when she walked in the door.
âI do, but thatâs because of the underwire. These ones donât have that, see?â Robin showed her the simple elastic band at the base of the cups. âBralettes like this are usually pretty comfortable unless the lace is too scratchy or something.â
Stevie hummed in acknowledgement and ran her fingers across the pink lace. It was soft to the touch, and she couldnât help but imagine what it might feel like sliding across her skin, under her shirt, a secret from the rest of the world.
She really wanted it.
But what if it wasnât right? What if she put it on and looked in the mirror and all there was staring back at her was a man playing dress-up, brutish and muscled and ridiculous? She didnât think she could take the disappointment.
âIâŠâ Her hand hovered over the rack, that fear holding her back.Â
âHere, weâll get a few sizes,â Robin said, businesslike as she combed through them and plucked a few out. âYou can try them on in the dressing room and see which one you like best, okay?â
âIn the dressing room? But wonât someone â I mean, theyâll see that I have ââ She stumbled over her words and just waved her hands at the pile of lace in Robin's hands.Â
Robin considered it for a moment, and then shrugged. âWe can say itâs mine and youâre just helping me. Come on.â
With that, she led them to the back of the store, where a bored employee pointed them towards an empty fitting room all the way in the back, much to Stevieâs relief. They shuffled into the little cubicle together, the closeness not even close to a problem for them.
Stevie fingered the edge of her shirt nervously. âAre you sure this is a good idea? I mean what if ââ She couldnât bring herself to say it out loud. ââ what if it doesnât fit?â She finished lamely.
âThen we go back out and get another size,â Robin answered. She seemed to understand the unspoken fear beneath her words, and took Stevieâs hand. âIâll bring the whole lingerie section in here one by one if I need to, okay? Weâre not leaving until we find something you feel good in.â
Stevie let out a shaky breath and squeezed Robinâs hand. âOkay. Okay, letâs do this.â With a burst of confidence, she whipped off her shirt and threw it down on the little bend built into the wall. Robin cheered like she was at a sold-out show, not in the back hallway of a department store where other people could definitely hear them. It made Stevie laugh, though, which was almost certainly the point, based on Robinâs satisfied smile.
She pulled a bralette off of its hanger and stared at it for a moment. Would the thing even fit over her head? Were her shoulders too broad? It didnât have a clasp, so she had to try. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and put it on.
âLet me help you with the straps,â Robin murmured, soft hands fiddling with the fabric stretched across her back. After a moment, she smoothed her hands across it and stepped away. âPerfect.â
Stevieâs eyes watered under her closed lids. âPerfect?â
âYeah, Stevie,â Robin whispered, gentle in a way that most people who knew her probably didnât think she was capable of. But Stevie knew her down to her bones, and she got this side of Robin that barely anyone else got to see â the caretaking, loving, protective side of her that knew the nuance of a gentle touch. âPerfect. You wanna take a look?â
Stevie nodded, heart pounding in her chest, Robinâs hands on her shoulders, steering her towards the mirror. She felt paralyzed with the weight of the moment, this one thing that could make or break her whole transition. What if it didnât fit her? What if she didnât fit it?
But Robin had said she looked perfect.
Stevie opened her eyes.
In the mirror in front of her stood a woman. Brown hair just brushing her shoulders, moles dotting her tanned skin, blue jeans starting just under her belly button. The blush pink bralette cupped her breasts â her pecs â her boobs in a gentle curve. The wide lace band at the bottom secured it all, and the thin straps drew attention to her shoulders, yes, but also to her delicate collarbones and throat framed between them. The woman in the mirror reached a shaking hand up to feel, and at the first touch of lace to her fingertips, Stevie couldnât help but sob.
âOh, Stevie,â Robin said, bundling her in her arms immediately. âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong? Do you want to find a different one? Just tell me what you want, Iâll go find something for you, okay?â
âNo, itâs â itâs perfect,â Stevie sobbed, tear tracks rolling picturesque down her cheeks. She hoped they wouldnât drip on the fabric. âI just â I look like a woman.âÂ
âOh,â Robin breathed. She smiled softly over Stevieâs shoulder in the mirror. âSo youâre finally seeing how the rest of us see you, huh?â
That made her start crying all over again, her smile staying fixed on her face. âI â Really? Youâre not just saying that or buttering me up, you really â you really see me like this?â
âReally really,â Robin confirmed somberly. âI mean, I donât know why you said you didnât have boobies. Have you seen these?â She brought her hands up to Stevieâs chest, stopping just below the end of the bralette to frame them.Â
Stevie huffed out a wet laugh. âI guess they do fill it out pretty nicely.â
âYou guess?â Robin said incredulously. âWe gotta find some measuring tape so we can figure out your actual cup size. I bet youâre a B cup already, at least. Itâll be crazy to see how they look in a year.â
âOh yeah,â Stevie said faintly. âIâm â going to get bigger.â She stared at herself in the mirror intently, analyzing where she might change. âShould we even be shopping this early? Iâll probably grow out of it in a few months.â
Robin shrugged. âItâs a rite of passage, Stevie. Every girl has their first bra. Their first training bra. Then their first real bra. Then they realize bras suck and stop wearing them. Then they realize theyâve been showing full nipple in public on accident for the last week and regrettably, go back to it.â
âThat last part might just be you,â Stevie teased.
âSo what if it is, it could happen to anybody!â Robin said indignantly. âBut seriously, itâs normal to have to go bra shopping a lot while youâre still growing them. Iâll keep going with you, if youâd like.â
Stevie smiled at her in the mirror and caught her hand. âI would like.â
Robin met her eyes through the glass, warmth pouring out. âAwesome.â She stepped back and cleared her throat. âOkay, letâs have you try on the other sizes, just in case, and then maybe we can go find a couple more colors? I think they had some more in this style.â
âOkay,â Stevie agreed. âThanks for doing this with me. And for being such a good friend.â She took the bralette off and turned around to hand it back to Robin, only to be met with her suspiciously shiny eyes.
âOf course, Stevie,â Robin told her. âAnything for my girl.â
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đźMandatory Mods: these are the ones that make the pretty/gameplay mods work.
BG3 Script Extender: The Script Extender adds Lua/Osiris scripting support to the game.
BG3 Mod Manager: What it says on the tin; allows you to organize and import mods to your game.
Improved UI: Changes existing UI to enhance the current modding scene by removing intrusive in-game warning and enhancing character creation options. Only download IMPUI.
Item Shipment Framework: This framework is designed to supersede Tutorial Chest usage by enabling mod authors to easily add new items to the camp chests and player inventories.
Volition Cabinet: A library mod for creator's other mods.
IMPORTANT: When modding on Nexus, don't ignore pop-ups before downloading because some particular mods require some less common support mods to work. I don't list every single one here especially if it's like, a one-off for one mod. (Nexus will give you a pop-up before downloading so you don't miss it)
Be sure to check Requirements and creator's additional info + FAQ when downloading mods. GLHF <3
đČGameplay Mods
Origin Themed Weapons & Cloaks: A selection of weapons and cloaks inspired by and for the origin characters. (Not game breaking or over powered).
havsglimt's Class Mods: This creator makes really good looking class mods from existing settings like Grim Hollow's First Vampire Warlock, College of Spirits Bard from Van Richten's Guide to Ravenloft, Swarmkeeper Ranger from Tasha's Cauldron of Everything, and Graviturgy Wizard inspired by Wildemount's Dunamancy Wizard.
đAesthetic Mods: letâs beautify this game some more!!
Unique Tav Custom Appearance: Gives Tav unique body textures and model, unique face makeup textures, unique face tattoo textures, and also adds body tattoos as an option. I also upscaled the body tattoos because I love you. Now you are very special.
@astarionposting aka MantisMods on Patreon makes fantastic face presets, recreating some of our favorite fantasy characters to play as in BG3. I currently have her OC Presets VOL. I, House of the Dragon Presets, and Ada Wong from RE.
@cedastarions also on Patreon and Nexus, makes a wide variety of face presets for pretty much any style of character in BG3, along with some very pretty Reshades. I have the beautiful Maya and Talia, Solo and Aurora Presets.
Basket Full of Equipment SFW: Over 800 pieces of new armor and equipment, mainly for human-like races. (Not as overwhelming to navigate as it may seem; organized. Compatible with dye mods).
Camp Clothes in the Camp Chest: This mod adds a new wardrobe to the camp chest, housing all camp clothes, shoes, and underwear.
Astralitie makes beautiful, fun mods like: Elven Anthology, Natural & Fantasy Skintones, More Hair Colors, and Feywild Eyes.
Tav's Hair Salon: Collection of hairstyles. Mostly for elf/half-elf/drow/human/tiefling bodytypes 1&2. Not an override, they're additional hairs added to your game.
Icon and Race Patches for Tav's Hair Salon: Adding icons to the hairs and to add compatibility with some custom race mods.
Piercing Improvement: Adds physics to piercings, so they look animated when the character moves.
Extra Dyes for the Fashionable Folk of Faerun: Adds new, unlimited-use dyes to the game! (Yes, they're actually unlimited and also, gorgeous.)
Kryo's Dice Collection: A collection of various dice skins based on the vanilla Behir Blue die. (I've had 0 problem with this)
#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#bg3 mods#this mod list is mild. im just starting and i hope this is also a good starting point for ppl new to modding in bg3#i do find nexus to be annoying to sift thru at times and i wish ppl made lists like this so! i did#reblogs appreciated but Not required since I will be updating this as I play#moss.post#my modlist
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charlos completed fic recommendations
If any of the authors of the fics mentioned here or are tagged and don't want their fics to be here, please let me know and I'll remove it!
Will update this list periodically
â€ïž = favorite
âïž = I love fics by this author in general
â = triggering themes
đ„ = explicit
punctuated all wrong - 7k - â€ïž âïž
Prompt: "I donât know if someone else agrees with me but Iâm a sucker for the whole person A falls in love with person B but they think they donât deserve person Bâs love trope and Iâd love to see how it would play out with charlos (not saying whoâs person A and who person B, even though that should be pretty obvious)"
head over heels - 44k - â€ïž đ„
âOh, really, you think that you, Carlos Sainz, somehow have a kink so fucked up that I wouldnât be able to handle it, do tell me what it isâ, he says, âis it spanking maybe, Iâm sure you think thatâs beyond taboo, you want to drape me over your lap, punish me for being a bad boy?â, Carlos shakes his head, a small glint in his eye, âBondage then? Do you want to tie me up?â, another shake of the head, âWhips? Paddles? Feathers?â, Carlos continues shaking his head and so Charles leans in further, his voice dipping lower as he continues. âMaybe youâre into age play thenâ, he pushes closer, so their faces are only inches apart, âdo you want me to call you daddy?â, the air between them feels like itâs on fire as Carlos breathes out a hot laugh, giving another miniscule shake off the head. âThen tell meâ, Charles demands and waits as Carlos seems to consider him for a moment, before leaning forwards so his lips are next to his ear, his breath hot against his skin, sending shivers cascading down his body. âLoveâ.
i feel so much, i feel so numb - 23k - â€ïž âïž đ„
As long as heâs known what a soulmate is, heâs known his soulmateâs name. Carlos. Scrawled along the delicate skin of his right wrist.
can't sleep 'til i feel your touch - 8k - âïž đ„
âI could...â Carlos trails off, and Charles drops his hands from his temples, looking at him curiously. âYou could, what?â â...give you a hand.â He says it so casually that it takes Charles a minute to even attempt at understanding what he means. ~ ~ OR: Charles develops insomnia, and the only thing that helps is...Carlos?
the trials of 2022 - 33k - â€ïž âïž đ„
A partial summary of the 2022 season, as told by Charles or Carlos, following each race.
dice che ti ama (ma lo sai che mente) - 2k - âïž đ„
But Charles smiled, dimples out and about, back against the wall of Carlosâ driverâs room. Like he knew he wasnât in danger. Like he hadnât entered a lionsâ den looking like a three course meal. (Like he knew Carlos was all bark and no bite, and toying with the metaphorical rubber band âstretch, stretch, stretchingâ wouldnât ever make it snap into his straight nose.)
Almost Total Wreck - 2k - đ„ - also has Pierre/Charles
He imagines telling Pierre about it:Â he spat right in my face and I came like that it was so good, and heâs already replacing the manâs orgasm with his own, making his wounded sounds as he drags it out kicking and screaming, so that by the time heâs done his stomach hurts with it, his head pounds like a fever, more ache than pleasure but thatâs what pleasure is, isnât it?
worthy is the lamb (thank you for the price you paid) - 12k - âïž â đ„
Predestined (adjective): [ËpriËËdes.tÉȘnd] If you say that something was predestined, you mean that it could not have been prevented or changed because it had already been decided by a power such as God or fate.
my blood is singing with your voice (the saints can't help me now) - 13k - âïž đ„
He was there. (God was also there.) Carlos walked towards the altarpiece (and the back with the white t-shirt) breathing through his nose like a bull. The cross on his chest wasnât warm because it got a little chilly at night. He turned. âCarlos.â âHey, Charles.â âYou say my name weird.â Carlos swallowed. âOhââ âI like it.â
all the king's horses, all the king's men - 38k - â€ïž âïž đ„
Carlos Sainz was eight years old when he fell in love. (For the first time.) It was at a race track. (It wouldnât be the last time.)
little of your love - 5k - âïž đ„
in which Charles gets accidentally knocked up by Pierre, and heâs determined to raise the baby himself. Carlos is having none of that.
I Fell for Your Magic - 10k - đ„
Charles had been the one to decide the sun rose and set with Carlos Sainz Jr. And it was Charles who had unexpectedly fallen in love with his teammate over the last couple years.
last night - 24k - âïž đ„
Rule #1: When you go to America, don't lose your virginity to your best friend's roommate. Charles fails Rule #1.
internal mechanics - 15k - âïž đ„
"Charles was with someone at the gym," Carlos hisses into the phone.
are we out of the woods yet? - 10k
Charles takes a few moments to consider it. It doesnât sound like him at all. âSo I really wanted it.â âYes,â Carlos repeats, and then frowns. âDo you thinkââ His voice hardens just the slightest bit, leaning into⊠something that Charles canât really place. âI didnât make you do it.â Charles shifts away from him, staring at the other wall instead. âOf course. But anyway, I donât know. I donât remember it anyway.â
mind over matter is magic - 6k - âïž đ„
Carlos leaned on the side of the pool that overlooked Singapore at night. Arms crossed over the ledge â Carlos almost wanted to look down below. Feel the swoop in his stomach at the realization of how high up they were, relish on it. But, he rationalized, looking at Charles Leclerc usually had the same effect.
the hours i lost - 3k
Charles thinks he was foolish to be afraid of this, of Carlos. He thinks he was foolish to let himself get this far. He thinks he should have given in years ago. He thinks heâll regret everything once heâs sober.
all the same old places - 13k - âïž
Charles stares at Carlos, then. Right at him. His eyes haven't changed, either. They're still the same shade of green - almost blue, even more so in the warm light of the sun. For reasons unknown, Carlos feels like smiling.
Pouring - 10k
At the age of ten, it's easy to talk about how his soulmate will be someone tall and certainly a brunette, because no one really knows what to expect until the moment they actually meet them.
Ballad of a Thin Place - 39k - âïž đ„
Thrust into the aristocracy after marrying a baronet's daughter, Charles, now a lord, struggles to adapt to the quiet life of an estate in the English countryside. Desperate for the connection and compassion that is lacking from his wife, he pursues a torrid affair with the handsome gamekeeper on their estate, a man who has a past he's trying to escape...
you bring me back to life - 1.8k
Charles said nothing, instead opting to ask him how he had been doing in his racing career. Arthur excitedly relayed everything that he could remember, from paddock gossip to results from race to race. It felt good to be surrounded by family. Not for the first time, he wished that he would have stayed. It is too late anyway. If he dwells on the past heâll lose his present.
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Falling for Mystery - Chapter Nineteen
Falling for Mystery Masterlist Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of: gambling, drinking and the trauma with the ex but it's not in depth, enjoy! Please note: this is a slow burn fic with eventual smut and mature themes, 18+ only and please check warnings at the start of chapters! i swear the second i post an apology for not writing, i get inspired to finish a chapter smh, oh well! TYSM for all the support so far!! w/c: 2,487 The last few nights had been a hazy blend of neon lights, full-bodied laughter, and the wild thrill of rolling dice. Vegas left us no better off, but not much worse either. It had been exactly what weâd wantedâa blur of spontaneity and freedom. But our relationship⊠well, somewhere between the casinos and the sunrises, weâd slipped into a rhythm as natural as breathing, like weâd been moving to this beat all along without realizing it. I was relishing this newfound feeling of security and warmth with Stan, and from what I could tell, he was too.
Now, as the glow of the city faded into the distance, Stan took us back out onto the open road. His grip on the steering wheel was firm and steady, a mix of confidence and pride that made me smile. In the El Diablo, he looked so at ease, like he was exactly where he was meant to be. I mustâve been watching him a beat too long, lost in thought, because he turned and shot me a curious look, one of his large hands giving my thigh a gentle squeeze.
âYou okay in there?â he chuckled, a spark of concern flickering across his face, softening his usual bravado.
I grinned, feeling a warm glow in my chest. âJust admiring the view. Itâs not half bad.â
A blush crept up from his neck, all the way to the tips of his ears, though he tried to shake it off, rolling his eyes with a bemused smile. âYeah, yeah,â he muttered, but the faint pink lingered, making him look a bit softer in a way I had come to love.
The engine hummed in time with the miles ticking by, and for those first few hours, the drive was effortless. Stanâs stories flowed as easily as the road ahead, each one more exaggerated than the last. He gestured wildly with one hand as he talked, painting scenes so vivid they felt like memories we were living right then and there.
âDid I ever tell you about the time I almost got kicked out of a bar for winninâ too many games of darts?â he asked, laughter dancing in his voice.
I shook my head, leaning in closer. âNo, but Iâm sure itâs a classic.â
âOh, it was! I was on fire that night. Took down this guy who looked like he could crush a car with his bare hands. I swear, he was ready to throw me out, but I just smiled and said, âHey, itâs not my fault you canât handle the heat!ââ He laughed, and I joined in, the sound filling the car like music.
We traded laughs, filling in gaps in each otherâs retelling of the Vegas escapades, our best attempts at piecing together the blurry, half-remembered nights.
Noon slipped by in a flash, and we pulled over at a gas station in the middle of nowhere to grab a quick bite. Even under the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights, that dusty pit stop felt like an adventure. I picked out a bag of chips while Stan eyed the selection of sodas with the seriousness of a connoisseur.
âCaffeine or sugar?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
âWhy not both?â I grinned, tossing two cans of Pitt Cola into the basket.
Every small thing, from picking out snacks to catching each otherâs eye over Styrofoam cups of coffee, had a quiet magic. We had this feeling that there was nowhere else in the world weâd rather be. It was new for us both, this effortless sense of belonging together, and I found myself cherishing it, wanting to hold onto every simple, beautiful moment.
As afternoon faded to late day, the sky stretched wide and open above us, painted with long strokes of orange and gold. The glow spilled into the car, catching in Stanâs hair and casting soft shadows across his face. He was quieter now, his stories trailing off as the caffeine from his coffee wore thin. I watched him try to stifle a yawn, his hand moving to cover it as though I wouldnât notice.
âGetting tired, huh?â I teased, brushing a hand across his arm.
He gave me a sheepish smile. âNah, Iâm golden, sweetheart,â he said, but another yawn betrayed him as his eyelids drooped at the corners, making me laugh.
âUh-huh.â I crossed my arms, watching him struggle to focus. âWhy donât you let me take over for a while? Youâre gonna pass out if you keep this up.â
His eyes flicked over to me, his expression somewhere between amused and dubious. âThis is the Stanmobile weâre talkinâ about here. I donât just hand her over to anyone.â He chuckled, but it was half-hearted; even he couldnât muster up his usual teasing grin.
âStan,â I said softly, giving him an encouraging look, âI spent months practically living out of my car and navigating roads all over the country. I know how to handle a lot of things⊠including your baby here.â
He gave me a long look, the stubborn glint in his eye flickering as he weighed my words. âYou sure about this? Sheâs got a few quirks,â he warned, clearly struggling between his protectiveness and his exhaustion.
I nodded, reaching over to give his arm a gentle squeeze. âTrust me. Just close your eyes for a while and get some rest. Iâll keep her steady.â
After a few more moments of hesitation, he finally sighed, giving in with a reluctant but affectionate smile. âFine, but anythinâ crazy happens and Iâm takinâ back those keys.â
âDeal,â I replied, grinning as he finally pulled over to the side of the road. With a tired sigh and a stretch, he climbed out and made his way around to my side. Though he looked a bit worn out, he still offered a hand to help me out, that familiar spark in his eyes softened by the weight of a long day.
Once Iâd slid over into the driverâs seat, he leaned in, adjusting the seatbelt and giving me an approving nod, his eyelids heavy but still holding that mischievous glint. After he closed my door, he walked slowly back to the passenger side, sinking into the seat with a contented sigh. He gave me a lazy smile, crossing his arms as he settled in. âAlright, letâs see what you got,â he teased, his voice warm and easy as he closed his eyes, leaning back to relax.
As I settled in behind the wheel, a quiet thrill bloomed at the thought of being trusted with something this important to him. Adjusting the seat, I eased the car down the highway, feeling the low rumble of the engine beneath my hands. Beside me, Stan leaned his head back, arms crossed, stubbornly trying to stay alert, though his face already showed signs of fatigue. Not five minutes later, he succumbed, slipping into a deep, even sleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was interrupted by soft, unbothered snores, each one a little louder than the last.
For a long while, it was just me, the steady drone of the road, and the rumbling sounds of his snores as we cut across the vast, open stretch of highway. The warmth of this moment washed over me, surprising me with its ease and simplicity. Memories of the past flickered through my mind, moments Iâd long since buried, but somehow the softness and the trust we shared brought them to the surface. It was almost startling to realize how far Iâd come from those days when love had felt like something sharp-edged, guarded, conditional. I used to think that was how it was supposed to be; tight control, anxiety like a shadow I could never shake. Iâd spent years keeping my guard up, never giving too much, always careful to stay a step back. Back then, Iâd told myself it was easier to keep people at a distance, safer that way.
But here I was, not even a year into knowing Stan, and he was trusting me, not just with his prized car but with himself. Every mile we travelled, the gap between what Iâd known and what Iâd found grew wider. I glanced over at him, his face softened in sleep, a faint smile still lingering on his lips even in slumber. He wasnât trying to be anything but himself, and somehow, for the first time, I felt like I could do the same.
After a while, Stan stirred beside me, blinking awake with a lopsided, groggy smile. He glanced over, his voice thick with sleep as he asked, âHowâs my girl holdinâ up?â
I shot him a quick grin. âThe carâs running like a dream. Smooth as ever.â
Stan blinked, then let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. âMeant you, Sunshine. But glad to hear sheâs doinâ alright too,â he said, laughing quietly. He rubbed his eyes and looked me over, the concern in his gaze unmistakable. âYou okay to keep goinâ a little longer?â
I nodded, warmth spreading through me at the casual way he asked, as if watching out for me was second nature by now. âDidnât think youâd be so protective while Iâm behind the wheel,â I teased, a playful smile dancing on my lips.
âProtectiveâs just part of the package, sweetheart,â he replied, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. âBut wake me if you need a break, alright?â His eyes softened as he settled back into the seat, a hint of mischief still lingering even in his drowsiness.
âWell, if we keep driving straight through, we can skip the motel and get back to the Shack quicker.â The thought of returning to our cozy little space felt like a warm hug, and I cherished how naturally I could think of our shared life as home.
Stanâs expression brightened a bit at my words. âThat sounds like a plan. Iâd rather be back in our own bed than stuck in some dusty motel any day.â He shifted slightly, nestling into the seat with a contented sigh. âIf you need me, just wake me, okay?â
âWill do,â I whispered, a smile tugging at my lips as I watched him drift off. Butterflies fluttered and warmth spread through me as he casually referred to his bed as âours,â reinforcing the sense of belonging blossoming between us. The quiet trust we shared was quickly becoming my safe space, and I savoured each moment of this deepening bond.
It struck me, almost painfully, how wrong Iâd been about what I thought I deserved. Iâd spent years bracing myself for the worst, anticipating moments that would make me flinch or retreat. But here, there was only quiet warmth and an unwavering sense of trust. Stan had slipped past all the walls Iâd built, and with him, it felt like my journey was coming full circle.
In a way, Iâd set out on the road months ago thinking I was searching for a place to belong, somewhere I might finally call home. But as I glanced over at Stan, his relaxed face softly illuminated by the fading afternoon light, I realised Iâd finally found it. We werenât just heading back to a small town; I was on my way to the kind of home Iâd never known was possible, one I wanted to hold onto forever.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow through the windshield, I found myself humming softly to the radio. The familiar tunes wrapped around us like a warm blanket, and I felt a sense of peace settle in my chest. I stole another glance at Stan, his lips curled in a contented smile even in sleep.
âHey, Stan,â I whispered, nudging him gently. âWake up and watch the sunset with me.â
He stirred, blinking slowly as he adjusted to the light. âWhatâd I miss?â he mumbled, a lazy grin spreading across his face.
âThe best view in the world,â I replied, tilting my head toward the horizon.Â
His eyes sparkled with recognition, and he leaned closer to the window, taking in the vibrant colours painting the sky. âNow thatâs a sight worth wakinâ up for,â he said, turning to me, the soft light catching the warmth in his gaze.
âYeah,â I said, feeling a swell of happiness. âIt really is.â Stan's expression shifted as he took in the scene, and he suddenly sat up straighter. âWanna pull over and watch it properly?â
âGood idea,â I replied, my heart racing with excitement.
Without thinking twice, I pulled over to the side of the road, the engine humming softly as I shifted into park. The sun hung low, casting golden rays that danced across the landscape. As I opened the door, he was already out and walking around to my side, a playful glint in his eye. âCâmere gorgeous,â he said, a hint of sleep lingering in his voice. With a gentle lift, he scooped me up effortlessly, placing me on the hood of the car, crossing to the other side and climbing up next to me. He settled down, our shoulders brushing as we leaned back to take in the view. The sky shifted from orange to deep purple, streaked with hints of pink that seemed to mirror the fluttering in my chest.
âItâs perfect,â I breathed, glancing sideways at him. He was gazing at the horizon, a contented smile on his face. I couldnât help but smile back, my heart swelling with the moment.
âNot half as perfect as you,â he said, turning to me with a teasing grin. The sincerity in his voice sent a warm shiver down my spine.
Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his hand brushing against mine, fingers intertwining. The world around us faded, and suddenly it felt like it was just the two of us, suspended in time. My breath caught as he tilted his head, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat.
His lips met mine softly, a gentle exploration that deepened as I leaned into him, melting against the warmth of his embrace. It was a kiss filled with the promise of everything we were building together, a testament to the journey weâd embarked on. The sunset bathed us in a golden glow, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.
When we finally pulled apart, breathless and smiling, I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath me. âI could get used to this,â I murmured, watching the last rays of sunlight dip below the horizon.
âYeah, me too,â he replied, his voice low and sincere. âAs long as itâs with you.â
We sat there for a while, the cool evening air settling around us as stars began to twinkle in the deepening sky. It felt like home, like we were exactly where we were meant to beâtogether, facing whatever lay ahead.
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Soulmate AU Part Five - The Final PartÂ
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Alternate EndingÂ
Thereâs a display of dnd handbooks and supplemental materials right beside it. Beyond that, Eddie spots a fantasy section overflowing with worn paperbacks that he canât wait to sort through.Â
Steve follows Eddie around, pointing out all the things Dustin loves, listening to Eddie ramble on with a fond, soft look on his face, and carrying everything Eddie has expressed an interest in around the store, including a brand new set of black and red dice. He never looks bored or disinterested, just patiently sits beside Eddie as he goes through stacks of paperbacks, nodding along to his stories and flipping through a magazine he found.
When they get to the counter, Eddie doesnât expect Steve to whip out his wallet and pay for everything Eddie has so much as even touched, but heâs brushed aside and knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Heâs not going to let Steve pay for things all the time, but itâs a nice surprise that heâs willing to shell out for all of Eddieâs nerdy little treasures.Â
When they climb back in the car, Eddie mutters, âThanks, Steve. This is the best date Iâve ever been on.â Itâs the only date heâs ever been on, though, so perhaps the sentiment doesnât count.Â
âItâs not over, yet.â Steveâs smirk is mischievous as he backs out and gets back on the highway.Â
They end up at a tavern a few miles away. It looks like a cottage from the outside, but inside, the staff are all dressed in medieval themed attire, lots of tunics, capes, and leather straps. Itâs not quite accurate, but itâs probably the best they could do on a small town restaurant budget. The patrons are a younger crowd, which leads Eddie to believe this is typically a family spot intended for kids. It reminds him of Wayne doing his best to play dress up with Eddie for his birthday as a kid, just trying to make Eddie happy despite not understanding any of it.Â
A warmth thatâs starting to feel like home is resonating in his chest, wrapping around his heart like a hug, a tether to the boy beside him. Steve endeared himself to Eddie with one perfectly planned date, crafting the entire evening around Eddieâs interests. It loosens the last thread of doubt he had about Steve. Heâs doing everything in his power to prove that the universe didnât get it wrong.
The conversation flows easily, the two of them getting to know each other beyond surface level rumors they picked up in the hallways of Hawkins High. Eddie learns more about the rocky relationship between Steveâs parents and how that affects the way he views the soulmate bond. Steve gets a detailed reenactment of a recent campaign, tugging on Eddieâs shirt sleeve to prevent him from climbing on the table. Eddie learns more about the hoard of children Steve babysits and how awkward it still is seeing Nancy every time he drops off Mike.Â
At some point, they spot a table with supplies for kids, coloring sheets and paper crowns. Eddie grabs a crown and places it gently on top of Steveâs hair. He makes a cheeky joke about King Steve, making sure Steve knows heâs joking. They have a foam sword fight in the play area while they wait for their dessert, chasing each other around until Steveâs crown is crooked and theyâre laughing so hard their sides hurt.Â
Itâs the most fun Eddieâs had in a long time.Â
When they get back in the car, thereâs a quiet calm that settles around them. Eddie ends up dozing off along the way, jerking awake when Steve shakes his shoulder after he turns the car off outside of the trailer.Â
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Eddie says, âThis was perfect, Steve. I know the universe magically knows that weâre made for each other, but I think this is the first time I really believe it.â
Steve grabs Eddieâs arm, fingers running over where the band is resting, covering up the mark on his wrist. He doesnât even know why he put it on earlier, maybe just habit, or maybe he was still waiting for Steve to change his mind. He glances up at Eddieâs face before returning his gaze to the band, undoing the clasp and letting it fall away from Eddieâs wrist.Â
Eddie wants to memorize the look on Steveâs face. The awestruck wonder that takes over when he sees his name for the first time. Fingers trace over the lettering, soft whispers along Eddieâs skin. Itâs the first time anyone has seen it besides Wayne, who held him on the night of his eighteenth birthday as he cried himself to sleep and bought him the band the next day.Â
âI believe it, too,â Steve whispers. And Eddie doesnât have time to think about anything else before Steve tugs on his arm to pull him closer and kisses him. It nearly knocks the wind out of him, a mixture of surprise and joy bubbling to the surface. Itâs chaste, just a soft press of lips together, but Eddie has so much pent up energy heâs grinning against Steveâs mouth, practically vibrating out of his chair.
He wants to crawl over the console and press Steve into the seat until they devour each other, but Wayne is probably waiting up and will knock on the window and shine a light in like a cop or some shit if Eddie takes too long. Especially since heâs wary of Steve after the whole crying on Eddieâs birthday thing.Â
A first kiss seems like a great place to end the night anyway. He pulls back, resting his forehead against Steveâs, basking in the moment. âIâm going inside now, but next time, Iâm planning the date, okay?âÂ
âDeal. Thank you for the flowers. I feel pretty enlightened after this, so I think your mom was right about them.â
âMy mama would have loved to meet you.â Steve squeezes his hand. âThis is as close as weâll get, but I think she would have approved of you.â
âYou think so?âÂ
Eddie nods. âShe approved of anything that made me happy.â He kisses the tip of Steveâs nose, then climbs out of the car. âNow let me go grab your flowers and Iâll be right back.âÂ
He brings them back and kisses Steve one last time through the open window of his car. âGet home safe, sweetheart.âÂ
He waves a final goodbye as Steve pulls away, that giddy feeling resurfacing. He canât predict the future, but he knows that the feeling he has right now, knowing that Steve is on the same page, is the best feeling in the world.Â
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Thank you all so much for reading this!!! I hope you like this ending and get some joy out of this because I had so much fun writing it. Iâll be posting the whole thing to AO3 this weekend once I clean it up.
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Hai I heard you were open for some smutty Carmen requests and I was hoping if you can do some jealousy smut for dear old Bear? It can be from whatever situation!!
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Summary: Carmen is set to apologise to you for spending so much time at the restaurant lately.
Pairing: Carmen Berzatto Ă fem!Reader
Content Warning: Smut With A Side Dish Of Plot (18+!), A Tiny Bit Angsty At The Beginning, Swearing, Oral (F Receiving), Explicit Sexual Language, A Tiny Bit Of Hair Pulling
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: Wake up, bestie! Your fic request just dropped! đžđ I really hope you like it!
Hot steam rose from the pot right in front of you on the stove. The scent of slightly roasted carrots, celery and onions was spreading all throughout the kitchen while you found yourself busy cutting up a good amount of tomatoes into cubes. Their water content was meant to deglaze that very tasty layer of flavours currently stuck to the bottom of the pot.
With your treasured record player joyfully running it's needle over a Led Zeppelin vinyl for your comfort, you were so lost in your task at hand that you didn't notice the apartment door falling shut behind you.
" 'M home, babe!" It pulled you out of your thoughts.
"Finally, eh?" You reciprocated, trying to sound as cool about that as you possibly could.
On the inside, though, you didn't feel cool about it all. It's been a reoccurring theme for the past weeks that Carmy came home to you late... very late. Most of the time you had eaten already and just went to bed tired and somewhat worried.
"Yeah, today was rather rough.", You heard Carmen say, "Still, Sydney was all in! She pushed through like she's been there from day one! It's kinda impressive."
With that, you felt your teeth clenching. In a subconscious movement, your fingers wrapped themselves tightly around the masterfully crafted wooden handle of the knife, that was surely on the more pricy side, exceptionally sharp. Your knuckles turned white and your nails were about to leave marks while you tried to tell yourself that it was nothing over and over again. Sydney was simply a very good and competent cook, from what you heard most likely the only competent co-chef at the restaurant and absolutely nothing more. Nonetheless, you couldn't help yourself this time.
Hearing that name yet again posed to be the final straw that broke the camels back for good.
"Fucking Sydney, huh?" You muttered under your breath as you felt the inevitable avalanche of emotions breaking free.
Behind you Carmy halted for a moment.
"You okay?" He asked in a soft voice that only infuriated you even more.
In the way your lower lip started quivering and with searing hot tears already pooling at the waterline of your eyes, you knew that you couldn't stop this from happening anymore. With the last bit of proper reasoning inside of you, you let the knife go for it to rest on the cutting board next to the puddle of diced up tomatoes.
"For weeks..", In a helpless motion your head dropped to your chest "For weeks you come home in the dead of night, we barely see each other....barely really talk anymore and then the only thing I hear over and over again is Sydney here, Sydney there."
Inhaling a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself but it wasn't to any use anymore really. By now the dreaded tears were rolling down your cheeks in thick streams.
"Now take a wild fucking guess how okay I am, Carmen!' It spilled from your lips in a choked back sob. It sounded way too condescending and you felt sorry instantly.
"Fuck...shit.. 'm sorry." You felt like flipping the damn cutting board but that wouldn't help the situation at all now, would it?
"Are you...jealous?" Carmy's voice sounded absolutely dumbfounded and it nearly made you laugh in hysterical disbelief.
Did it really go over his head how the two of you had grown increasingly distant? Carmen busy with the shitshow of a restaurant while you clung to everything that kept you busy to shut down the gnawing voices inside your head that were spewing nothing but venom and your own insecurities at him.
"Sounds kinda like it, no?", You sniffled, wiping the tears with the back of your hand "What a load of fucking bullshit."
"No, no...I hear you.", In a few swift steps Carmy came up behind you. You were expecting him to hug you or something at least remotely close to that but instead his hand reached out from under your elbow to turn off the stove.
"I'm about to rip you a new one, Berzatto." It fell from your mouth in a soft laugh.
"Fuck, force of habit, sorry." He rested his chin on your shoulder and gently wrapped his arms around your waist.
"It's not a load a' bullshit.", The tip of his nose softly grazed over the crook of your neck, instantly giving you goosebumps "It's been a lot lately and I'm sorry."
Carmen's lips hardly touched your skin and yet they pulled all your attention towards them. He knew what he was doing and he was doing it fully and utterly on purpose.
"Carmen.."
"Huh?"
"It's kinda hard to stay mad at you when you're doing that." You couldn't help yourself but smile.
"Do you wanna stay mad at me? If it helps I could talk about how Richie-"
"Fucking Richard." You sighed in amusement and both of you laughed out a little.
"But seriously." ,Carmy's warm breath spread across your neck down to your collarbone "I'm really sorry. I know, I should've paid more attention but I'll make it up to you, promised."
Another warm breath followed until you felt his plush lips sink down onto your skin.
An entirely new wave of much stronger goosebumps erupted from that point, washing through your body like a tide. The sensation made you feel hot and cold at the same time and it threatened to hijack your brain already. It took but that simple kiss to your neck and sometimes you felt embarrassed by how weak you got for him, how empty he rendered the usually very loud chaos inside of your head like it was nothing.
"I should've said something." You stated, your hands leaning onto the counter as you felt Carmen pushing his entire body against yours from behind "I don't want to lash out on you like that, I need to-"
But he stopped you right there: "You need to stop thinking right now."
To underline his point, he pressed another kiss right beneath the first one. This time with more vigour, not leaving any room for mixed signals.
A sharp inhale from you followed as you noticed his fingers sneaking themselves underneath the loose fabric of your shirt. They gently caressed your waist and wandered down to your hips, taking a firm grip at them as you instinctively pressed your ass into his lap.
"What do you want me to do?", He whispered into your ear in a low voice inbetween carefully placed pecks to your neck "You want me to bend you over the counter? Or I could get on my knees for you if you want that."
Raggedy breaths hung in the air as you struggled to form a coherent thought let alone a whole sentence. You felt the blood rushing between your legs at the thought of any of it, your cunt pulsating around nothing.
"What can I get for you, chef?" Carmen chuckled softly before his teeth grapsed at your earlobe.
"Knees.." You forced it out of your mouth, feeling how your cheeks flushed with heat.
"Come again, chef?" Carmy asked in return, the wide grin in his face now audible because he knew how much it flustered you to have to speak it out loud.
"Knees, Carmy. Want you to go down on me." You tried to speak up as much as the situation let you.
"Heard, chef!" Carmy used the grip around your hips to push you to the side of the counter, away from the stove and turned you towards him.
His striking blue eyes met with yours the second he had you turned around and his fingers grabbed the curve of your ass the hoist you onto the counter. With a little gasp, you found yourself on top of the counter faster than you could really recognise.
"You're not even out of your jacket..." You noted as Carmen leaned in to press a longing kiss to your lips.
He tasted like cigarettes and coffee. The faint smell of his musky aftershave mixed with notes of frying oil, onions and sweat filled your nostrils and oddly enough you had found home in that concoction of scents.
"I don't care." He shrug his shoulders while his hands reluctantly let go of your ass only to get back to the waistband of your sweatpants.
As you rose from the counter ever so lightly, Carmen pulled it down in a smooth motion until the fabric was pooling around your ankles.
You repeated the same movement to shimmy out of your lace panties, discarding the clothes right onto the floor beneath you as Carmy pressed his statue between your legs, his broad hands cupping your thighs. He spoiled you with more deep kisses that threatened to knock the air from your lungs before he slowly dropped down to his knees.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his breath hitting against the inside of your thighs and the warmth of his skin made your stomach drop in excitement. Since he had been so excruciatingly busy with the restaurant, neither if you really gotten more from each other than an exhausted kiss goodnight or quick hugs in between door frames before the two of you were off to separate destinations again and it hit you in this moment just how much you missed feeling him close to you, having his undivided attention like that. Growing gradually more bitter about Carmen trying to save the restaurant was one thing and in hindsight you felt somewhat selfish about it but aside from that you'd felt lonely if not frustrated already.
Fortunately, those reemerging feelings got washed away as fast as they popped up inside your mind by Carmy who buried his face between your spread open legs, the tip of his tongue eagerly pushing between your slik-coated folds.
A surprised moan fell from your mouth as you let your head fall back and basked in the electrifying sensation. With the full width of his tongue, ever so careful as to not press to hard against your throbbing cunt, he caressed your clit in even strokes. The steady rhythm allowed you to join in, grinding yourself against his face to increase the intensity to your liking.
"Please don't stop..." You muttered into the steamy kitchen air as your fingers got lost in strands of Carmen's curly, dusty blonde hair.
A low groan of his emitted from between your legs as you pulled a handful of strands carefully, shoving his face impossibly close to you. Taking that as a hint, Carmen picked up the pace whilst his hands wrapped around your thighs, locking you right into place as you inevitably started squirming in his grip.
"Shit...fuck...!" It rolled over your tongue in raggedy breaths as you couldnât help but surrender to the rising tension in your whole body.
Bordering between endless bliss and overstimulation, your muscles grew more tense with each precise lick parting your folds until you just couldn't take it any longer. In a crushing wave of white-hot pleasure, that set every nerve on fire, your orgasm rippled through your body. You wanted to wiggle out of his graps but Carmen's palms wrapped tightly around you thighs simply wouldn't let go of you until the very last contractions eased off and you were trying to catch your breath above him.
With his chin wet from your release, Carmy rose back up to face you, a satisfied grin tugging the corners of his mouth.
"Apology accepted?" The tip of his nose touched yours playfully and you could smell yourself all over him.
"Heard and accepted, chef."
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#carmy the bear#carmy smut#carmy x reader#carmy x fem!reader#the bear fx#the bear#carmen berzatto Ă fem!reader
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The IRL One Piece nerds got me!
I've never played a TCG before, but the local game store has weekly One Piece TCG tournaments, so I was hoping to find some fellow nerds, and wowzers!
I had such a wonderful time hanging out, and I picked up a starter deck that had my faves! (Cross Guild + Law đ„° in The Seven Warlords of the Sea starter deck)
I'm still quite overwhelmed with the gameplay, but I'll be studying and heading back for my first game next week!
Here are some highlights from my evening with the local One Piece community:
The gentleman that took me under his wing had the most ABSOLUTELY STUNNINGLY GORGEOUS Franky tattoo, with Nami on the other side still being filled in. I asked where he got it done, and the lovely player next to me was the artist!!?? And he works in my town??!! (I cannot afford to have this knowledge, everyone please help me forget, lol)
Just the silliness, and the welcome, and the flipping character laughter that people would do during battles đ
Oh goodness, the merch đł Must look away. But all the fun and dedication to the game and favorite characters was so cool!
My favorite example: A Perona themed deck, with a 3D printed, pink treasure chest with ghosts on it to hold the deck with custom "scene queen Perona" card sleeves, dice, and of course, the player would do Perona's laugh when they won đ»
People gifted me cards to swap out that would work for my starter deck better, and they handed out freebies that I can't use in this deck, but it was Law, and Bepo's is so cute, and now I'm afraid I might start collecting things đ
Look at my deck!! Daddy Croc will lead the way, lol đ
I'm excited to go back and play, but honestly I just loved soaking in the vibes, listening to IRL folks talk about the blorbos, and hanging out with some genuinely nice humans.
If I have the spoons to get into the game more, I'll keep y'all posted on the adventure! As of right now, my melted brain has not absorbed much from the tutorial app, youtube videos, or the 3 hours I spent there watching them play and being taught.
It's gonna be a rough week, but whether or not my brain can comprehend the game, I'm looking forward to spending more time in the IRL One Piece community.
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#it was such a good time#but my brain is wrung out đ
#i think i'm finally getting the basics of how a turn works#but i'm definitely going to need a lot more study and practice#about lynna#one piece tcg
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How To Cure A Bad Day - a guide by Jeong Yunho
I donât know how to do yâallâs fancy formatting so hereâs what you need to know:
Pairing: Yunho/Yeosang
Word count: 1,030
Additional info: fluff, cuddling, kissing. Established relationship. Yunho is little spoon. Yeo is the one having a bad day
Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59293198
Yeosang is moping.
Heâs been having one of those days where you wake up in a bad mood and canât get out of it, like youâre stuck in a glue trap. He dragged himself to the couch in the hopes some episodes of his favorite show might help, but no dice.
Yunho comes out of their room, dressed to go out, but hesitates to move much farther than the doorframe when he sees Yeosangâs state.
âYeosang-ah, do you want to come to the convenience store with me?â He asks softly, unsure whether Yeosang might be trying to sleep.
âNo thank you,â he mumbles.
âDo you want anything from it, then?â Yunho follows up, walking to the front door and taking his keys from the hook.
Yeosang hums, trying to pull his thoughts out of the syrup holding them where they are.
Yunhoâs face comes into view, much closer than before. His sweet features read concern, and he crouches in front of the couch.
âAre you feeling alright, Yeosangie?â He brings a hand to Yeosangâs cheek, and then moves his hair to feel his forehead too. Yeosang reaches up to pull his hand away from his face, but holds it still instead. The gentle touch is comforting. Yunho waits patiently for his reply.
âIâm having a bad day, is all,â he says after a moment.
âAh, I know just the thing you need,â Yunho stands, giving Yeosangâs hand a light squeeze before letting go. âIâll be back soon, okay? Wait for me.â
He leaves with a smile. Yeosang hears his key turn in the lock.
And now, Yeosang is waiting.
Waiting is much better than moping.
The tv, left idle too long, shuts off. He doesnât care. He moves positions to lay on his back; the most movement heâs done in hours. After stretching his arms up and out, he admires the mundanity of the ceiling for a couple minutes. What interesting patterns for something nobody looks at.
He gets up from the couch and stretches a little more, wandering his way into their bedroom to find his phone and a blanket.
When he comes back to the living room, he hears the door unlatching. He sits back down on the couch, setting the blanket next to him and his phone on the coffee table.
Yunho comes in wearing the same smile he left with.
This time he sits cross-legged in front of the couch, setting his bags on the floor. He hums the item theme from Zelda while slowly pulling Yeosangâs favorite drinks and snacks out of the bag, doing little motions with his hands to mimic sparkles when he has everything set out.
The edges of Yeosangâs mood wear down.
âWhy donât you pick a movie for us to watch while I get everything moved to the table?â Yunho prompts.
Yeosang grabs the remote. He turns the tv on again and leaves his show behind. He scrolls through what they have downloaded, weighing his options. Yunho continues to hum Zelda tunes while moving his and Yeosangâs treats to the table.
Yeosang settles on a movie he knows they both like. Yunho pulls the table closer and sits on the couch next to him. Pressing play, he sets the remote next to his drink and flips his phone so the screen faces down.
He doesnât watch the opening credits though, because Yunho has turned in his seat to face him. He opens his arms and reaches for him.
âCuddles?â He asks.
âCuddles,â Yeosang affirms.
He motions for Yunho to come to him, at which he gasps dramatically. âI get to be little spoon?â
âWho said you canât?â Yeosang says, grabbing the sleeves of Yunhoâs shirt to pull him in.
Yunhoâs face lights up in excitement. Yeosang lays back and coaxes Yunho into his arms. He curls up with his head on his chest, arms against his sides, and legs tucked up onto the couch, entangled.
Yeosang wraps an arm around his shoulders and cards his other hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. Yunho closes them briefly, letting out a content sigh.
Yeosang can feel his mood clearing away slowly but surely.
Yeosang angles his neck downwards to plant a kiss on his now exposed forehead. Yunhoâs eyes glitter when he looks up at him, smiling sugar sweet as always. Yeosang mirrors the smile, then stretches to place a kiss on his nose.
Yunho laughs and shifts a little so his face is closer. He gazes into his eyes again, giving a plea with just one look. Yeosang grants his wish and places his next kiss on his lips.
One peck turns into three, each kiss being a thank you from Yeosang to Yunho. Thank you for getting my favorite things, six. Thank you for existing, seven. Thank you for being mine, eight. On and on until breaks between kisses are no longer distinguishable and his thanks lose their composition, becoming chants of him, him, him.
Yunho pushes himself up onto his hands for stability. Yeosang holds his shoulders to ground himself as they melt into each other.
His hands move up to the back of his neck, one hand staying there and the other finding placement tangled in his hair. With a light tug on the strands acting as a cue, Yunho deepens the kiss.
He maps Yunhoâs mouth with his tongue, and maps his body with his hands. He takes the chance to feel his lean muscles flexing, run his hands across his broad shoulders and down to his chest. He pauses there for a moment, just long enough to feel Yunhoâs heartbeat under his hand.
He forgets he was having a bad day in the first place.
His mind clear and content, the kissing ends as easily as it started, and they fall back into their positions cuddling on the couch. He begins to absentmindedly play with Yunhoâs hair.
He gently squeezes Yunho to his chest, his personal giant teddy bear. Yunho squeezes him back as best he can in the position heâs in.
With Yeosangâs bad day cured, the two settle in for an evening with plenty of snacks, movies, and each other.
#yunsang#yeosang#yunho#ateez#fanfiction#writing#my writing#rarepair#jeong yunho#kang yeosang#oneshot#ateez oneshot#word count: >1k#fluff#ateez fluff#cuddling & snuggling#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#ateez ff#ateez puppy line#this is the first of (hopefully) many I will create
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I'm Yours
Word Count: 530
Themes: fluff
Warnings: hints towards smut but no actual smutÂ
Everyone stay calm, this is not a drill Iâve written something under 1000 words for the first time in existence. @shadowwheartt and I decided to do a quick little drabble challenge where we flipped coins and rolled a dice to see who we'd be writing for and what genre and I got Minthara fluff. I tried something different where I made Tav gender neutral, let me know what you think!
Minthara wasn't sure exactly when Tav had snuck their way into her life, but she suddenly felt like she couldn't remember how they used to function without them.
Tav had been gone for a whole day to scout the Shadowlands and see if they could find the pesky group of adventures that had been causing havoc for the followers of the Absolute ever since the nautiloid had crashed and Minthara had put no less than four fires out - one of them quite literally. No one seemed to know where the spare key to Balthazaar's quarters were, the kitchen was unstocked and even worse, it looked like no one had been on a supply run recently and so their stock of healing potions was dangerously low. Not to mention the gnolls in the kitchen that kept snapping at each other and when Minthara had glared at the cook the halfling had just shrugged her shoulders and muttered something about how Tav usually kept them appeased and in line.
Minthara sank into her armchair with a frustrated sigh and rubbed at her temples. Tav hadn't been working for them for very long, so how was the whole place falling to shambles without them? There was a small tug in her mind as her tadpole wriggled around in her skull almost mockingly, as if reminding her why she felt so at odds without having Tav around. She brushed the thought away with a quiet huff and made her way to her bedchamber for the night, deciding there wasn't much she could do due to the entire fortress wanting to burn down around them. Shedding her armour, Minthara almost didn't notice the figure lying across her bed, a small smirk on their face when they noticed her undressed state.
âIt isn't wise to sneak up on your superiors,â she snapped, glaring as Tav rolled their eyes at her.Â
âMaybe we should have superiors who are more aware of their surroundings then. I could have been anyone here to kill you.â
âSuch sentimentality in your tone,â Minthara stood at the edge of the bed, her hands on her hips. âAnyone would think you cared.â Tav clicked their tongue and lunged forward, gripping Minthara by the waist and tugging her onto the bed. She didn't have a chance to blink before Tav was leaning over her, their hands pinning her down by the waist.Â
âI beg your forgiveness, True Soul,â Tav murmured, brushing their lips across hers. âHow ever will I make it up to you?â The tadpole is Minthara's head writhed as Tav connected to it, showing her image after image of all the ways they intended to please her. Minthara felt her heart thud in her chest as Tav pressed their lips to hers and she wasted no time in shedding what was left of her clothes to get what was promised to her.
In the dim afterglow of their activities Minthara let Tav pull her body close, their arm snaking around her waist as they both caught their breath. Tomorrow, Minthara told herself, tomorrow the place could go back to functioning normally now that Tav had returned, but tonight they were hers.
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