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[msgexymunson]

The Code

Description: Your very first day at your new school and you've already managed to find a dealer. Not only that, but he is fine. Maybe living with your mom might not be too bad after all. 

Warnings: Making out, fingering, male and fem oral receiving, p in v unprotected sex 

A/N: I just wanted some desperate, clingy ‘I need you’ sex so here we are. I loved writing this so much I think this is going to end up in a whole universe just about these two.

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Masterlist 

This must be the spot. 

You walk out into the little clearing in the woods. It's private, encircled by trees, with a picnic bench right in the middle. As you wonder who the hell put it there, you take in the quiet. It's bizarre; a minute ago you were surrounded by loudmouth jocks and giggling girls, sneakers squeaking and lockers slamming, but here? Silence, except for the twittering of birds and whispering wind in the trees. 

Perching on the slightly mildewed table top, you dump your bag and jacket on the seat, crossing your legs and picking your fingernails to pass the time. 

A rustle of leaves makes you snap your head up, and you see who must be the most gorgeous guy at this school. Tall, long hair, a narrow little waist you want to wrap your legs around, and judging by his clothes, he's a metalhead too. 

“Hey, you leave me a note?” 

He looks around nervously, circling the table before walking over to you. 

“Yeah, you OK?” 

He smiles, and you rethink your previous statement. He must be the most gorgeous guy in this whole town. Such a pretty mouth. 

“Sorry, it's just last time I got an anonymous note in my locker I got jumped by four jocks.” 

“Oh, well you know what they say, when a boy bullies you they really just have a crush on you.” 

He laughs, tipping his head back. 

“Well these guys must want my fuckin’ babies or some shit!” 

Giggling, you look down, covering your mouth girlishly. Eddie takes the small opportunity to check you out. You look like you've wandered in from a dream. A very wet dream. Little black Mary Janes on your feet, thigh high white socks, and a black and white plaid skirt. The strip of thigh on show is making his pants tighter by the minute. The white t-shirt is a work of art; it seems so innocent, but it's tight enough to accentuate your obvious curves, and the outline of a black bra is peeking through the thin material. He's sure it's purposeful; who wears black under white and doesn't think about it showing? 

You clear your throat and his eyes flick upward to your face guiltily. Not saying anything, you let your little smug smile and raised brow do the talking for you. This looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. 

After a few seconds of letting him squirm, mostly to see the blush flowing to his cheeks, you give him your name and explain. 

“I'm new here, some girl told me you're the one to go to for weed. Eddie, right?” 

“Guilty as charged,” he replies, bowing at you. Rolling your eyes, you beckon him forward with one finger. His grin widens as he stands right in front of you, eyes darting to your lips and back up. 

“So, you got something for me?” 

Eddie plants his hands either side of you on the table, close enough to smell your perfume. It's heady, laden with spice and promise, not the sweet scent he expected. That just intrigues him even more.

Your heads spinning from him crowding your space. His eyes are otherworldly, deep brown, full of such depth and soul that it takes a moment for you to remember to breathe. 

“For you? Of course.” 

He winks, he fucking winks, sending a swarm of insects in a whirlwind in your stomach, then sits down at the bench, slamming a battered tin lunchbox down. He gestures at the seat in front but you swivel on the table to face him, legs crossed an inch or so away from his hand. 

“So, I'll do you a half ounce for… twenty. Cool?” 

He wags a baggy at you and you make a pass for it, but he holds it at arm's length. 

“Twenty?” 

Huffing dramatically, you lean far back to grab your bag from the opposite bench. Eddie holds an arm out, one thrown over his eyes. 

“Cover your, er, modesty sweetheart.”

You realise he means your skirt that had ridden high on your thighs, exposing a triangle of your panties. It was only for a moment, but he saw. He thinks it'll be ingrained on the inside of his eyelids, burned into the back of his brain forever. They're baby pink, yet another surprise. You seem to be full of them.

“Such a gentleman.” 

Plopping your bag in your lap, you rummage through it to find a note. Eddie's eyes widen yet again. Your little denim backpack is covered in patches; Megadeath, Anthrax, Saxon. Just when he thinks he's got you figured out, you throw another curveball at him. 

“Here, twenty.” 

He takes it and exchanges it for the bag in his hands. Squirrelling it away, you smile. 

“Thank you. Fancy a smoke?” 

“Sure, why not.” 

You move to get your newest purchase out again but he waves a hand. 

“This one's on me sweetheart. For the er, pleasure of your company.” 

“Well, aren't I lucky.” Smirking at him, revelling in the pink tinge on the apples of his cheeks, you watch whilst he rolls. 

“So, you're new? When did you start?” 

“Today. Moving in with my mom and my brother for a little while whilst my dad cools off.” 

“Oh yeah?” He smiles, licking the paper with a pointed precise tongue. 

“Yeah. I got suspended, he freaked. Mom wanted her little girl back, so here I am.” 

“Oh really? What did you do?” 

You bite your lip as he passes you the lit joint, and take a couple of hits. 

“What didn't I do?” 

He laughs loudly with you, eyes darting to your chest as it jiggles. Fuck, he's already down bad. 

You make some chit chat, surface level stuff, but it shows you just how easy he is to talk to. He's confident, bordering cocky, but it's belied by the way your flirtatious comments make him blush. 

The joint is long gone. Eddie stands up, getting ready to leave. You want him to stay, you need him to, just a little longer. It emboldens you, enough to make a move. 

“Eddie, what's your policy on kissing clients?” 

He's mid standing when your question gets through to his brain, entirely short circuiting it for a second. 

“Huh?” 

“I said,” you beckon, and Eddie's legs move on their own accord, “what's your policy on kissing clients?” 

He's grinning then, standing in front of you by the edge of the table. As you uncross your legs, his smile only widens, slotting his narrow hips between your thighs. You take one of his hands in yours, examining his rings, before you place it gently on your leg, silently giving him permission to touch you. 

Eddie feels dazed, half expecting someone to jump from the bushes with a camera, declaring this all some elaborate prank. The bare skin of your thigh is so soft, silky smooth. His fingers dance just underneath the hem of your skirt, testing the waters, but you let him. You let him. 

“My policy? It probably goes against the Holy drug dealers code.” He shakes his head sadly, but he's still smiling, and still not pulling away. 

“Drug dealer code? What like, don't get high on your own supply?” You respond cheekily, nodding at the butt of the joint stubbed out on the table. 

Your hands snake around his neck autonomously, looking up at him through your lashes. He moves infinitesimally closer, head bending a little. 

“Yeah, like that. But the thing is,” he says as he moves even closer, whispering, “it's more like… guidelines.” 

“Yeah?” 

It's all you can manage out, breathy and weak, practically quivering at his closeness. 

His nose rubs against the side of yours, mouths almost brushing, as he whispers again, even more quietly, the breath of it diffusing over your parted lips. 

“It's a good thing I like to break the rules.” 

Then his lips are crushed against yours, your strawberry lip balm surrendering itself, finding a new home on his full lips. Your tongue licks into his mouth thickly, laced with want. Eddie responds, exploring your mouth as the kiss turns dirtier by the second. Your chest is smashed against his, thighs gripping onto his hips. 

Eddie's head is reeling at the taste of you and the feel of your body desperately pressed against him. He winds his hand under your skirt to grab your perfect round ass, jamming you even closer. To his delight you moan in his mouth, lips sliding against his, slicked in spit. 

Your heart is thumping so loudly you can feel it in your throat. Or is it his? It doesn't matter, the kiss tearing any rational thoughts away. Snaking an arm around him to dig painted nails into his back, you roll your hips into him, an ache settling into your bones. 

The other of Eddie's rough hands travels audaciously to your chest, palming it over your clothes. You don't pull away, in fact your back is arching, searching for more. 

It's only then that he notices the time on his watch. 

Reluctantly, he pulls away, taking in the way your chest heaves, how your eyes are half lidded, as if you want to devour him whole. 

“Fuck, I'm sorry but I'm late, I really gotta go.” 

Huffing, you pout, and the plumpness of your bottom lip almost makes him say fuck it, screw Hellfire, but he knows he can't. 

“I really, really don't want to go, for the record. Last thing I want to do is walk back into school with a hard on right now.” 

You giggle breathlessly, risking a little look down. He's not lying. And he is packing. 

“Do you wanna come to mine later?” 

It's out of your mouth before you even think of the words, tongue working of its own accord. 

“Are you- for real?” 

You nod comically fast. He just shakes his head, stunned. 

“You know, I'm waiting for a Carrie moment or some shit.” 

“Eddie, I'm not gonna dump a bucket of pig's blood on you, I swear.” 

“Swear? On what?” 

“On, I dunno, on that code thing?” 

He laughs, hands rubbing up and down your sides as if he doesn't want to let you go. 

“You can't swear on that, we just broke it!” 

“Alright then, scouts honour?” 

“You were a girl scout?” 

“No.” 

He laughs again as you purse your lips, deep in thought. Suddenly, your eyes widen, and you hold your hand to your heart, the other forming the devil's horn sign. 

“I swear on Ozzy.” 

Fuck, Eddie thinks he must have made you in a lab. 

“Alright, alright, you best not be using his name in vain.” 

You rummage in your bag, grabbing a scrap of paper and scrawling an address on it. 

“Here. My er, my mom's out for the weekend and my dweeb brothers got some silly club thing then he's staying at a friend's, so…” 

Eddie's eyebrows raise and disappear into his hair. If this is just some fantasy and he's finally lost it, then he can deal with that. 

“Right, I will be there. I promise. Wild fuckin’ horses couldn't drag me away.” 

You scrunch the paper into his waiting hand, and he presses another kiss to your lips, before he's apologising again, having to run back to school before the guys send a search party. 

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He only gets a chance to look at your hastily written note when Hellfires finished, a hell of a lot quicker than his usual sessions. The guys are put out, complaining about only managing to go for a supply run and deal with some bandits, but for once he doesn't give a shit. 

In his van, he's reading and rereading your note. Maybe he's got it wrong, your messy handwriting is difficult to read after all. Or maybe he was right before and this is all some joke at his expense. 

Hope is what gets him there, that and the traces of strawberry lip balm that still linger on his lips. He pulls up to the house and knocks on the door. 

You answer, still in your clothes from earlier, though Eddie notices immediately that you've taken off your bra. It throws him for a moment, the shape of your nipples singing a melody directly to his dick, but he recovers. 

“You live… here?” He asks, completely surprised. 

“Yes?” The way he says it you almost question if you're the one in the wrong house. 

“And your last name is…?” 

“Henderson.”

“Fuck.” He laughs it out, biting his lip. 

“Is that a problem?” You're entirely thrown by his reaction, but gesture at him to come in, closing the door behind him. 

“Dustin’s your little brother.” He says it like a known fact.

“How do you know Dust for Brains? Wait-” 

You step backwards, both hands held to your mouth in shock. 

“You're Eddie?? The Eddie??” 

“The one and only, sweetheart.” 

“Shit, Dustin does not shut up about you. I thought, well I thought you'd be some nerdy, awkward loser.” 

“Well, I'm a lot of things.” 

Laughs erupt from you in an unstoppable volcano. 

“Dustins gonna kill me.” 

Eddie shakes his head. 

“No, Dustins gonna kill me. How come he's never mentioned you?” 

“He's not exactly my biggest fan. Plus, he probably wanted to avoid- this.” 

Eddie deflates a little, the hope of kissing you again dwindling by the second. 

“If you want me to go-” 

“Oh hell no,” you grab his hand, keeping him there with you, “this is hilarious, he's gonna freak. I can't wait. You wanna drink, or something to eat? Or we can just-” 

“Wait, you seriously don't care?” 

“Nope. You're too hot.” 

Eddie blushes, not used to girls being so brazen with him. Smiling, you tell him to take a seat and grab some beers from the fridge. He takes his jacket off and throws it on a chair. When you return, you're laughing yet again as you hand him his beer. 

“How the hell did I miss that?” You point. He follows your eyes, to the Hellfire t-shirt he's wearing. 

“Too busy staring at my pretty face?” He suggests, winking at you. 

Settling down next to him, you flick the TV on to some random b movie. Nonchalantly, you place a hand on his knee, stroking the little bare patch of skin as you look at the film playing. 

“Maybe I was too busy thinking about what's underneath it.” 

You say it offhand, a casual statement, but it's got Eddie nearly choking on his mouthful of beer. 

“Shit you are nothing like your brother, are you?” 

Turning to smirk at him, you respond, “I fucking well hope so.” 

Then Eddie's thoughts fly straight out the window when your hand lands on his chest, nails raking him through the fabric. Suddenly, the temperature of the room is stifling, or is it just the feel of your body against his? He reaches tentatively to cup your cheek, rubbing a calloused thumb on your chin, eyes boring into yours for confirmation. Breath hitches in your throat; you lean in closer, gaze flickering to his perfect mouth and back up. 

“Are you gonna kiss me or just stare at me, Eddie?” 

You smirk, but it's wiped from your face immediately by his mouth smashing into yours. It's so forceful you have to fight to keep upright, hand fisting into his shirt as some sort of anchor. 

As you pull away, his eyes widen, wondering if he did something wrong. He looks like a little puppy. 

“Easy Eddie, we've got all night.” 

All night? Eddie has decided that he must have got hit on the head today. Maybe he was jumped after all, and now he's in a coma, playing out some elaborate fantasy. 

He settles back into the cushions, swigging his beer and failing to focus on the movie playing, his leg restlessly bouncing. 

You look perfectly at ease, knees curled up on the seat. What he doesn't know is that your heart is pumping blood so fast that you're starting to feel a little dizzy from it, purposefully slowing your breath to keep your calm. 

Once your beer is finished you've decided that enough is enough. A part of you wanted to take this slow; he seemed like such a nice guy, as well as being into your kind of music, and hot as sin. Unfortunately, it seems your pussy has other ideas, already banging its own heartbeat like a dinner bell. 

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?” He tries to make it sound casual, but he's wound so tight it's almost a strangled noise. Nursing a semi since he saw you in the woods earlier, now it's straining against his jeans in a futile attempt to be near you. 

He looks so damn nervous, and it gives you the confidence you need to swing your leg over his and straddle him. Eager hands land immediately on your hips, thumbs pressing hard to keep you there. 

This time, you lean in. Your kiss is fire, tongue burning hot and heavy in his mouth. Eddie groans into the kiss, rolling desperation from his mouth to yours. He's breathing so hard it's whistling through his nose, clouding your cheek with condensation. 

It almost feels like a competition, both tongues duelling, determined to unravel the other. Lips swollen and blood filled, your mouth tries to keep up with his, spit gathering at the edges. You'd be self conscious about it if you weren't so damn turned on. 

Eddie's hands roam all over, grasping at your ass under your skirt, slipping inside the thin material of your panties at the back, until he runs a thumb just next to your underwear but this time dangerously close to your sex. You moan onto his tongue, your own hands winding into his hair, pulling harshly to spur him on. 

He can't concentrate on the hard tingle your fingers cause to run all over his scalp, not when slips his fingers past the cotton barrier and he runs them up and down your slippery slit. Mind entirely encased in a pink fog of lust, you realise your mumbling in his mouth. 

“Please, please, please-” 

The corners of his mouth turn up at the sound, thumb seeking out your clit to rub circles on and around it, your arousal causing it to slip and slide. You're dizzy, hot all over, pussy aching for something inside. 

Eddie's obsessed with the feel of you, the heat emanating from your cunt, but most of all with the sounds you make. They'd be pornographic, if they weren't so fucking real. Needy, hoarse moans, peppered with little gasps and whimpers that are making his cock twitch with each slip of his thumb. 

Gliding a finger inside, he watches as your head rolls back, a strangled groan falling from your kiss bitten lips. You're practically riding his hand, bouncing your tits so close to his face that he's in a trance. As if you can hear his prayers, you pull your shirt off, fighting with the tight material until you can shake it off your arm. 

He sees the glimpse of a tattoo, a snake wrapped around a dagger directly in your cleavage, which he momentarily thinks is really hot, but then he's gone. Your bare chest is a masterpiece, perfect tits jostling with each bounce of your thighs. He latches his mouth to a nipple, tonguing and sucking on it like he needs it to breathe. In fact he almost forgets to, pulling his mouth off to take a gasping breath and latch onto the other. 

He drags his mouth away when he feels you tightening impossibly hard around his fingers and leans back just in time to see the show. Your climax is violent, grinding into his fingers hard and rough until suddenly you're screaming his name, nails breaking the skin of his neck as you cling on for dear life. Your release engulfs your body in a flash of fire, singeing each nerve and causing you to convulse in his grip. Eddie can barely move, his fingers straining hard to work you through your orgasm, so much so that the tendons of his arm hurt, but he doesn't care. He keeps on curling them until you physically grab his arm to still him. 

His dripping fingers are released with a sucking sound as he grins at you smugly. Not for long though, not with your chest heaving like that and the way you're biting your lip. You yank at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and relishing in the exposed skin by lathing your tongue over his collar bone. 

“Nice tats.” You breathe onto his skin between sucks and nips. 

“Same to you,” he stumbles out in a gasp as a particular sharp bite to his neck shoots a lightning bolt of heat down his spine. 

“You haven't seen all of them,” you reply, nibbling at his earlobe. 

He's never wanted to hunt for tattoos more in his whole life. 

“Fuck, you are a dream.” 

His teeth bite down on your shoulder and you whimper, grinding down on his rock hard bulge. Enveloping his lips in another urgent kiss, and another, until you can break away long enough for one word. 

“Bedroom?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ yes.” 

He stands, still holding you, knocking a beer bottle to the floor. You cling to him with your legs as he walks backwards, sending a table lamp flying in the process. It's inconsequential; your head is fighting through a cloud of need, nothing can find its way through but touch and taste. 

In the hallway, he slams your back into the wall, pressing you hard against it as he writhes his tongue in your mouth again. A picture frame falls, you just about hear the tinkling of glass but it's not important. That's tomorrow's problem. 

Unhooking yourself from his clutches for a moment, you drag him by the front of his jeans and yank him into a doorway, gasping for breath, grasping at flesh. You practically punch the lightswitch to turn it on, the thought that you need to see him just about making it through the horny mist. Once inside he barely has a chance to take in his surroundings before you're falling to your knees and undoing his belt with impatient fingers. 

“Woah, baby, you don't need to-” 

“Shut the fuck up Eddie I wanna blow you.” 

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and then compulsively strokes his neck just to keep some composure. If he thinks about your words for a second longer he's sure he'll bust right in his pants. 

You work his fly and pull his jeans and boxers down swiftly, his turgid cock flying free and whacking his stomach, decorating it with a pearl of precum. It feels heavy in your hands as you rub him up and down, watching the soft skin move with each pass, like silk wrapped around a steel bar. 

Taking him into your mouth, you twirl your tongue around his head, licking up its salty sweetness, sucking lightly. Eddie groans, torn between covering his eyes and holding you in place, so he does a bit of both, until you start taking him deeper and deeper without gagging. 

His eyes snap open to see you staring straight at him, nose nestling in his coarse pubic hair, eyes wide and wet and innocent, mouth stretched full of him, and he feels his balls tighten. 

“Fuck stop stop, please.” 

He practically bends in half to get you off of his dick. Giving him a smug smile of your own, you delicately wipe the spit gathered at the corners of your mouth with a thumb. 

“You OK there champ?” 

“You are gonna kill me sweetheart.” 

He's heaving, trying to control his breath, eyes darting from your face, to your bare chest and back up. Standing up, you unzip your skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving you in your tiny pink underwear with a very noticeable wet patch, and your thigh high socks. There's another tattoo hiding just out of sight, playing peekaboo over the top of your panties. 

Something about seeing you so innocent and yet so naughty flicks a switch in his brain. Before he can think he's pushing you backwards and you hit the mattress behind with a thud, legs dangling off the edge of the bed. 

Which is fucking perfect in Eddie's opinion because he needs to taste you right now otherwise he might die. 

You both fight to take your underwear off, but he covers your hand in his own when you start rolling your socks down. 

“No. Leave them on.” 

It's husky and dominant, a steely look behind those soft brown eyes you haven't seen yet. Well. Filing that away for reference. You lay there sweetly, propped up on your elbows to watch as his tongue squirms against you, making out with your cunt just as passionately as he kissed you. 

He takes your clit in his mouth and sucks and for a moment you can see God. 

“Holy fuck! Eddie!” He groans back, lost in the taste of your cunt. He wants to write a poem about it, a song, a fucking haiku, anything to immortalise the prettiest pussy with the sweetest flavour. 

“Eddie, get up here!” He's not listening, licking and sucking, almost getting as much pleasure as you are, but you need him inside you right now before you combust; you're sure of it. 

In the end you grab a chunk of his hair and pull him upward, sliding him over your trembling body, and you hold his face an inch from yours. 

“Eddie, I need you to fuck me, now.” 

His leaking tip is rubbing against your swollen clit; he takes it in his hand to line it up, when somewhere out of the pussy drunk haze he remembers something important. 

“Do you have protection?”

“I'm on the pill, is that-” 

It clearly is OK. It's possibly the best four words Eddie's ever heard. 

Your unfinished sentence morphs into a drawn out moan as Eddie pushes inside you, stretching you out until he's fully sheathed. As you whimper and whine at the feeling, Eddie stops, just for a moment, to hold your cheek and press a soft kiss to your lips. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

For some reason that takes you entirely by surprise, eyes wide and wet at his honesty. 

“Yeah? You're really handsome, Eddie.” 

The smile he shoots you is warm and genuine, lighting up that animate face of his with an inner glow. You roll your hips upward and take joy in the fact that he wasn't expecting it, eyebrows knitting in shock as a litany of swear words spill from his mouth. 

Your smirk is short lived when he hikes your leg around his waist and starts thrusting devastatingly deep, so deep it's like he's in your guts trying to root out the source of the burning desire at the pit of your stomach. 

“Holy- oh God, Eddie!” 

Moaning loudly, you press hot, cushy kisses to him between your stream of noises, forehead resting on his. Eddie's smiling, he can't help it. Just the joy of being with you like this, the feel of you losing it because of him, and the tightness of your pretty cunt have him in paradise. 

“Feels- feels so- oh fuck- so good, inside you, sweetheart. So fuckin’ tight, I-I can feel you shaking, you close?” 

Words escape you. All you can do is cling to his back and nod, nails clawing into him with shivering intensity. Eddie thrusts into you harder; all you can do is cling on for your life, arms and legs nearly suffocating him. The telltale tingle of your release is nearly burning your skin, prickling over each downy hair making it stand on end. 

The heat is immense, tension gripping your legs as you quake, and writhe, and whimper, until your climax flies out of you, shooting out of every pore and forcing tears from your eyes. Your vision turns bright white for a moment, until all the tension leaves your muscles and you flop back on the bed. 

Eddie doesn't understand how you keep on getting hotter, but it doesn't matter. You let him inside of you, raw, and his head is still reeling from that. Each little sound, each flex of your constricting walls is pushing him to ecstasy; in fact he's staving it off so he can enjoy you like this for a little while longer. 

Getting up on his knees, he pulls you toward him by your thighs, guiding you to roll your hips as he pumps into you. This angle is so much better; he can see all of your incredible body laid out before him, tits bouncing with each thrust. Your small hand finds his forearm, just holding it lightly, as you whine. 

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” 

It's high pitched, mumbled and nearly incoherent. He's not even sure you know you're doing it, but it's what pushes him over the edge. He feels the tightness in his balls as his length grows impossibly hard.

“Sweetheart, where-” He manages through gritted teeth. 

“Please cum in me.”

Eddie's four new favourite words. He grips hard to your thighs, hard enough to bruise, as he groans and swears his release out. You feel it deep inside, throbbing out of him, when he finally collapses forward. You hold onto each other, tongues rolling into each other's mouths, kissing and kissing and kissing. You kiss until it hurts, until your mouth is chapped and sore, until you need air, and water. 

“Fuck, Eddie, that was… sorry, if I er, came on a bit, strong?” 

Eddie just laughs, pressing his body as tightly against yours as he can. 

“Please don't ever apologise for wanting to fuck my brains out.” 

You laugh, kissing his cheek.

“When you put it like that, fair enough. Right, get off me, I need to clean up.” 

“I can take care of you-”

“Yeah, and I'm a grown woman who needs to piss, so please?” 

You roll your wrists, flinging your hands in desperate circles. He surrenders, pulling off you and rolling onto his back, more than happy to watch your naked form sway out of the room. 

Eddie does a little wiggle dance when you leave the room, punching the air with glee. He starts looking at your room, since he had no time to see it earlier. There's a tin on the bedside table that looks remarkably similar to what he has at home, and an honest to goodness lava lamp next to it. Unable to help himself, he flicks it on at the plug, waiting for it to warm up. 

“Sweetheart, you mind if I roll?” He calls out. 

“Sure, my shits on the side table, just light the incense on the dresser.” 

Eddie seeks his boxers out and puts them on for his modesty, though it seems you may be a little, lacking, in that department. Not that he's complaining, far from it. He's obsessed with your demeanour, your confidence. 

Once the incense is lit, he rolls a joint, fussing over it to make sure it's perfect for you. Just as he pulls the little twisted paper end off, you walk back in. 

You'd taken the time to go to the restroom, clean yourself up, and find his t-shirt that was abandoned in the TV room. The hellfire logo is tight across your chest, the shirt barely covering your sex where you stand. The smile you shoot to him is absolutely smothered in sin. 

“That's, fuck, you do not play fair, sweetheart.” 

Eyes wide, eyebrows round and innocent, your mouth falls into a perfect o. 

“I have no idea what you're talking about baby.” 

Eddie can't speak. If he does, he'll give everything away. How wonderful you are, how that tightrope of dirty and sweet that you walk with ease twists his insides up. How he never wants to go home. 

Instead, he passes the unlit smoke to you, and holds out his zippo like a sacrificial offering. You sit side saddle on the bed, knees together, barely covering your throbbing core, as you take the rolled joint gratefully and spark it. Once you've had a few tokes you pass it back. 

“So, this was…” He widely gestures his arm, like it can encompass everything he's felt over the last few hours. 

“You wanna leave, Eddie?” You ask. A genuine question, cocking your head to the side, as he takes a few pulls of the smoke and hands it back. 

“I thought, well, I thought you'd want me to go.” 

“Eddie, I said we had all night. If you're done with me then-” 

“Oh, oh fuck no, I thought you'd be done with me!” 

You giggle and climb into his lap as he grasps at the flesh of your ass desperately. 

“Then stay. Stay with me.” 

Your mouth presses kisses to his jaw as your hand winds itself into his boxers, seeking out his hardening length. Eddie hisses through his teeth. 

“Fuck, I'll stay, as long as you fuckin’ want, w-whatever you want, Holy shit!” 

Laughing, you puff on the smoke with one hand, and tease him relentlessly with the other. 

For the second, third, or maybe even fourth time today, he's thinking he's in way over his head, but he can't find it in him to care. 

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Eddie blinks hard, squishing his eyes shut, then opens them again. Nothing has changed. There's still an unfamiliar fabric hanging on the ceiling in front of him; some rainbow tie dye mural with a painted mariguana leaf in the middle of it that he's never seen before. When he turns his head, he sees a lava lamp, still on, running bubbles of fake lava up it too loose and fast, and then he remembers. 

Flicking the switch to stop the lamp's heat, he turns over to see you. You're snuggled into the crook of your own elbow, face perfectly at ease. Your pretty mouth has the hint of a pout to it, daring him to plant a kiss. 

He wants to do something for you. Anything. Right now, he'd throw a parade, organise a concert to sing to your cunt, hold a benefit to make you believe how hard he's fallen for the colour of your eyes, but maybe making you a coffee in bed will do. 

So he wiggles out of bed in his boxers, and puts his jeans on for good measure in case your mom decides this is a good moment to turn up, and starts busying himself with the kitchen appliances. There's an ancient coffee maker that shakes and sputters to life. Whilst that is going on, he takes a slug of milk out of the carton in the fridge. 

That is, until he sees Dustin from the side of his eye. 

Dustin looks very confused. His eyes trail from the messed up couch cushions, to the beer bottles on the floor, the out of place lamp, and the broken picture frame, and finally land on Eddie, still bemused and befuddled. 

“Eddie… did you… break into my house?” 

Dustin clearly doesn't believe his own conclusion as his eyes scout across the available options and still come up empty. 

“Sup, Dust Buster!” 

Dustin swivels to see you exit your new bedroom, still wearing Eddie's hellfire t-shirt and a pair of panties. You perch nonchalantly on the kitchen side as Eddie grins, making his way between your knees. 

“You've got to be fucking kidding me! Eddie!” 

“Henderson, honest, I didn't know until-” 

“Until you were in my fucking house???” 

“OK fair, but it was a bit… late then. Sorry dude.” 

‘Sorry? What about the code?” Come on, she's my sister! And you!” He says, pointing at you accusingly, “you were in school for one day. One! Then you sleep with the one guy I look up to!” 

“The codes, more like… guidelines. Don't shit your pants, you've still got Harrington, Jeez.” 

“Well, you shouldn't be such a- a scarlet woman! A hussy!” 

Uncaring, you shake your head back and away, laughing at the names. Eddie, however, is not having any of it. 

“Hey, Henderson, you better show your sister some respect.” 

“Yeah? Or what?” He dares, forgetting who he's talking to. 

“I might be fucking your sister, but I'm still your DM. You want your green adventurers running into Tiamat next session?” 

The way he curves his lips, the confident stance he's giving, it stirs tiny fires in your gut and dares unthought of kinks to come out and play. 

“Alright, alright, don't TPK us, I'm leaving, alright?” 

Dustin turns on his heel. Before he disappears entirely, you make out the start of him begging, ‘Lucas, do you copy, I have a Code Red! Repeat! Code Red!” 

“so, what now, Dungeon Master?” 

“Mmph,” Eddie sounds out, low in his throat, “ whatever you want, scarlet woman.” 

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New Kid

Spencer Reid x Reader

BG: It’s your first day at the BAU and meeting the team. The team is surprised with how you’re hitting it off with a certain Doctor but what they don’t know is that a bigger surprise is yet to come.  

A/N: My first Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid Fic! It’s been sitting in my drafts for over a year now and finally tied an ending together. (Are we over a 2-year writing slump? We’ll see!)

Honestly it’s pure season 1/season 2 team fluff crack and chaoticness! Wanted to capture the early seasons team dynamics. Hope you all enjoy!

Fun fact, it’s all the Spencer Reid x Reader fics that kept popping in my recommendations that I started reading and falling in love with Reid prior to starting the show!

WC: 1307

>>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<<

>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<

This is it. Your first day as a Special Agent in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Growing up reading detective stories and solving mysteries were your favorite pastimes. 

You’re grateful for having a family environment that was supportive of your thirst for knowledge and endless curiosity.

The receptionist has informed you that the team is waiting for you upstairs, ready to give your orientation tour.

"Thanks." You replied, half mildly picking at your nails. In just an elevator ride away, you'd be in the midst of the smartest profilers alive. And nothing goes unnoticed – that you know very well.

A vibration in your pocket breaks your thoughts. A smile slips to your face. 

"Stop picking at your fingers." The voice on the other line says.

"Hello to you dad." You can't help but roll your eyes. "I wasn't even–" You look down at your left hand. Shit. "How'd you even know?" 

"I just do, I watched you grow up for 25 years." 

"Yea yea."

"Hey kid, sorry I couldn’t be there—“

“You’ve got a whole auditorium full of nerds dying to hear your lectures, I understand.” The door in front of you opens and you step inside.

“Thanks kid. I’ll make it up to you. How does an extra large, extra saucy lasagne sound?”

“Oooh yes, don’t forget with extra cheese!” The monitors indicate: 3/F, 4/F, 5/F.  “By the way, you’ve told them right?” As you step out, you spot a group of agents handled near the department entrance. “Anyway I’ll see you later, gotta go. Bye.” Quickly cutting the line off, not wanting to seem unprofessional, chatting on the phone.

“Special Agent y/m/n?” Said the brunette.

You opted to be referred to by your first and Mother’s maiden name, when you first started out. Wanting to stand on your own merits and making a name for yourself.

“That’s me.” 

“Special Agent Greenaway, this is Agent Jareau, and Agent Garcia.” You shake hands with the two agents “Call me JJ” 

But you are quickly engulfed into a hug by the third, which you have to admit took you by surprise.  “You can call me Penelope.-- Opps sorry, just excited to have another female member in the team!” You give her a warm smile, patting her shoulder, “No worries, Penelope. Just caught me off-guard.”

“Come on, let’s meet the rest of the team.” JJ says, leading you all into the bullpen.

“So this would be your desk right here” points Agent Greenaway. “Which is right across from Agent Morgan–”

“Derek, Derek Morgan m’ beautiful lady.” cuts in the man. 

You can’t help but blush from the compliment. “You always flirt with the new kid, huh Derek?” You challenge, playing off his energy. 

“Ignore him,” 

“Cmon’ Elle. It’s all good fun!”

Elle directs you to a hunched figure behind Derek.

“This is our resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid.”  She points to Reid, who is preoccupied with a lego model to have noticed the group. 

“Dr. Reid! I’ve heard so much about you!” Reaching out your hand, to grab his attention. His head instantly shoots up, eager to know the culprit who distracted him from finishing this model of the Delorean and give them a piece of his mind.

“Hey! I was just finishing -.” His voice trails off upon realizing that A. it wasn’t one of his teammates making fun of his legos but instead a face he doesn’t recognize and B. feeling bad on being the reason why your bright smile turned into a frown. “Oh Sorry! Sorry Ms–”

“y/m/n” Your father had shared stories about the team, especially Spencer, his protege. He was the person you were most excited to meet, though with this first interaction - you were discouraged with how it went. Perhaps you shouldn’t have run multiple scenarios on how you’d wow the team with such high standards. 

Dropping your arm, eager to quickly change the subject, you turn to Elle. “ So what cases do we –”

“y/m/n? As in y/f/n y/m/n!?” Spencer exclaims, his eyes wide. Big hand gestures dancing through the air as he raved.  “ The author of ‘The Correlation Between The Probability of Sudden Adult Anger Outburst and Childhood Familial Upbringing.’ ?

You’d had your thesis quoted back to you by professors and peers, but never with such childlike wonder written all-over Spencer’s face, making you blush. “Yes! But how -”

“I’ve read so much about you! Your work, I mean.” Spencer isn’t normally affected by how he’s perceived by others. Spitting out facts in the speed of light is synonymous to his identity and it’s nothing he’s ashamed of. But it's rare to have someone beautiful and intelligent be into the same niche interests that he has. Spencer only has one shot on not coming on as weird and it’s not going well, so he elaborates.  “I got it from Gideon’s pile. I picked it up on a whim but your writing is spectacular! I read through it in 12 mins!”

“Wait, you read through my 250 page dissertation in under 12 mins?” You questioned, looking around the team to check if you’ve misheard. 

“Affirmative. It would have been faster, but I was jotting down some notes.”

“Notes, huh?” Crossing your arms, the paper had gone through multiple reviews from your professors before submission. It should be damn near perfect. “Alright, Doctor Reid. I’m interested, how about you show me your notes over coffee?”

“Actually…” Spencer raised his finger, interjecting. “It might take a bit longer than an hour and I would love to dig into your brain. Perhaps we could go over it at dinner?”

“Name the time and place.” You grabbed the nearest post-it and quickly wrote down your phone number. “Now will you excuse me, I believe I’m late for my introductory meeting with Agent Hotchner.” 

With that you broke away from the make-shift team circle and headed you to Hotch’s office, leaving the team still frozen in their spot.

Derek was the first to speak. “Did pretty boy just ask out the new girl without stuttering and succeed?”

“Good, so everyone else witnessed that too right?” Added Penelope. 

JJ nodded in agreement, too stunned to speak as if it would break the illusion.

“What?” Spencer’s voice cracked. “I simply asked if we could compare notes!”

“No. Technically she initiated it.” Elle clarified.

Shaking his head, Spencer eyes trailed to the now closed Hotch’s door. 

“Yea, to which you effortlessly turned from coffee date to a dinner date!” Exclaimed Derek, earning Spencer a pat on the back. “The boy’s got game!”

“It’s not a date! At least I don’t think it is - I bet she doesn’t see me that way. Nobody does.” Spencer sighs, sulking back down to his seat. Reality catching up to him by the second, erasing any hope that a woman like you would have any romantic interest in a nerd like him. 

“Trust me kid.” Come a voice, effectively cutting Reid’s thoughts. Gideon nonchalantly walks up to the empty desk marked “Agent y/n y/m/n”, moves the box of your belongings to make space for  what seems to be a plastic bag of takeaway. “You're her type.” 

“What?” Spencer asks, more confused than ever. The looks across the team’s face reflect his own reaction. “And how would you know that?” 

“With all due respect, sir.” Added JJ, careful not to overstep. “You haven’t seen y/n and you got all that from her untouched desk?”

“Yea Gideon, we know you’re good but you can’t be that good!”

Gideon brushed off Derek’s brassiness and smirked. Proceeding to head up to his office, finally addressing the group only halfway up the steps. “I know, cause she's my daughter.”

“WHAT?!” exclaimed the BAU team, who once again found themselves frozen by a member of the Gideon family.

[yncoreee]

YOU’RE PRETTY. Danielle X reader

Synopsis— y/n clinging onto someone that’s not Haerin? That’s very unusual

Warnings .ᐟ Advice to Read pt.1 and not pt.2 (it doesn’t really align with part.3 and will be going through editing in the meantime) Y/n acting like a baby towards Dani, clingy yn, making out, sorry this took five hundred decades, School au, Female reader, FLUFF

꩜ — ⵌWord count 2593 (the highest I’ve ever written)

“Unnie?” Danielle heard a voice call out. That voice, it sounded like someone she knew.

“Eunchae? What are you doing here?” She chuckled, passing an awkward smile to the younger girl.

“Oh uhh I got punished for coming late to school so now I have to clean every class room in our year” eunchae explained using the mop the clean away a dark spot that laid next to Danielle’s legs.

“Opp sorry!” Danielle apologized taking her leg off. “I’ll get going now so you can clean” she muttered leaving the classroom to eunchae.

Well that was disappointing

She let out a gloomy sigh, resting her back on a nearby locker. Why hasn’t she seen a sign of Y/n at all today? Did she even come to school?

These were the set of questions that threw itselfs in Danielle’s head. “Oh no” she gasped, holding the two side of her cheeks making an expression like that of a cartoon character.

Danielle knew she had to either find y/n and maybe Haerin if she doesn’t come across y/n.

—

It had almost come to the end of the lunch break since Danielle had been looking for y/n. Her friends were probably worried about her sudden disappearance.

Frustration filled her and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret for the way she acted.

She had slowly loosed hope of finding the girl. Her mind only occupied with negative thoughts which she immediately shrugged off.

Her face wore a disappointed expression as she took a sit beside Haerin.

Danielle was silent the whole break. That was unusual. Because she would’ve been smiling and cracking joke with genuine cheerful expressions.

The disappointment clung onto her like a heavy shadow, weighing down on her shoulders.

The only person who seemed to be paying the most attention to Danielle during the lunch was Haerin.

She noticed the older girl wearing a frown as she constantly poked the sides of her food acting like she had lost the appetite.

When it was time to return back to the classes for further lessons Haerin pulled Danielle to a cover just a few meters away from the classroom.

“Dani is everything alright? You look like something’s bothering you. You looked completely worn out during the lunch” Haerin asked, her voice sweet and gentle.

“Haha me? I’m fine…..just zoned out for a bit” Danielle laughed off. The laugh was clearly fake from the way it sounded.

“Unnie I know you’re lying to me. Just tell me what’s bothering you and maybe I can help?” Haerin asked her tone soothing but still with sternness.

“Fine” Danielle sighed, fumbling with the bracelet on her wrist. She opened and closed her mouth the words not finding ways to escape.

“Hey! It’s okay if the words aren’t coming out right now. Just give yourself some time and tell me when you’re ready, I’d gladly stay here. And if you don’t feel comfortable saying it I’m fine with that, I’ll never bother you again” Haerin reassured placing her hands on Danielle’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

Danielle nodded taking a few minutes to process all her thoughts. “Okay, I think I’m ready now”

“So you know I’ve been ignoring y/n due to my stupid mindset of believing you both were dating?” Danielle asked confirming her previous actions.

“Yeah” Haerin nodded waiting with patience for what Danielle had to say next.

“I’ve came up with a few ways to apologize to her but….the only thing stopping me if finding her. I was just too nervous to ask you if she came to school or not” Danielle explained, her cheeks heating up from embarrassment when she heard a light chuckle come from Haerin.

“That’s it?” Haerin asked raising her left eyebrow. “You don’t have to her nervous asking me about anything, especially if it’s y/n. As a matter of fact you’re meant to be bombarding me with questions as I am the future sister-in-law” Haerin joked, her statement carrying a light teasing tone.

“Huh? Oh I—“ Danielle blushed finally understanding what Haerin had meant, using her hands to lightly hit her arm.

“Ok okay okay I won’t tease you. And yes y/n didn’t attend school today”

“Wait! Why?!” Danielle asked her voice a littl louder than it was before, a sign of worry and concern in her voice.

“Uhh she’s sick, like seriously Ill you can’t expect her to come to school in a frail condition” Haerin playfully rolled her eyes. “Come on now let’s go to class, the lesson had already begun six minutes ago!” Haerin informed grabbing Danielle by her hands, away from the corner.

Danielle’s mind was racing with thoughts throughout the lesson. Her mind only filled with how you could be doing right now? Are you eating well? Are you taking your meds? Only thoughts of what could be happening with you as of now.

She knew she had to pay you a visit by the end of school.

—

The moment the bell rang, Danielle swung her backpack on her shoulders. Hurriedly going to get Haerin, leaving the classroom in the blink of an eye.

Haerin looked at the older girl with a confused expression. “Huh? Umm where are you taking me to?” She asked trying to release her hands from Danielle’s grip but to no avail.

“Home you dummy! Where else would you go after school??” Danielle said with a sigh of irritation,

“Woah woah woah chill, I’m just asking questions because it’s the first time you’re actually following me home” Haerin defended herself, silence following after.

She knew what Danielle was doing, but she decided to play dumb so she doesn’t spoil the fun in it.

“Quick open the door!” Danielle instructed like a boss.

“Hmph I don’t like the way you’re bossing me around” Haerin mumbled to herself, clearly grumpy about the girls sudden attitude.

“Quick!”

“Omg be calm would you?”

The door swung open as soon as Haerin twisted the knob, Danielle rushing in after to the point she almost tripped and fell on the floor.

She composed herself turning to face haerin. “It’s upstairs the room right next to the brown one”

Danielle nodded patting haerin on her head. “Glad to see your Brain is coming to use” she smiled watching as the smaller girl furrowed her eyebrows.

“Hey what does that— mean” Haerin sighed softly, Danielle had of course disappeared before she could complete her sentence.

“Ugh I swear I Offically hate people in love” haerin grumbled, finding her way into the kitchen to snack on a bowl of cereal.

—

Danielle’s grip on the door knob was oddly tight. She found herself standing in front of your room contemplating on whether or not to enter.

What if you didn’t want to see her face? I mean if she were you too, she’d probably not want to see her face after she ignored you all this while.

She took deep breaths, holding her hands up in the air. Finally she set it down and knocked pure silence following after.

After minutes of getting no response Danielle hesitated before pushing the door opened her eyes landing on the sight of you covered with the Dovet. One could clearly tell you were sick from how you looked.

She sat down on the edge of the bed taking note of the steaming hot bowl and a napkin that laid on the bed side table. A few medications beside it.

Her hands found it’s way into carrying the napkin, dipping it into the water before finally landing on your face.

She damped the wet napkin lightly onto your face. Making sure she was careful enough not to wake you up.

Her eyes grazed over your sleepy and Ill figure, noticing how beautiful and peaceful you looked as of that moment.

Your eyes abruptly shot open, looking at the girl with confused expressions.

Her eyes widened in shock with her heart thumping in her chest, her throat getting dry while her hands stayed stiff in the air.

“Huh? Unnie what are you doing here?” You questioned leaning against the headboard or support.

An awakard chuckled left her mouth. “Haha me? I just came to pay you a visit, Haerin told me you were sick” she explained looking over at your raised eyebrow. “Yeah that’s totally it. It’s not like I came here to apologize and confess and ask you to be my girlfriend or anything” she accidentally blurted out in panic and hurry mentally facepalming herself at her silly response.

“Uhhh okay if you say so” you said in suspicion an awkward tension in the air following after. “Are you just going to stand there and stare?” You asked in a monotone voice.

“Huh? Oh yeah yeah. How are you feeling?” Danielle asked hesitating to reach out for your hands.

“Meh. Still weak and Ill but I’m slowly recovering” you answered picking up your phone form the bed side.

“I’m sorry” you heard her apologize from out of the blue.

“For what?”

“For acting that way. For acting so childish and immature, for ignoring you all because I thought you and Haerin were dating. I should’ve never accused you of something I didn’t know and rather studied the whole situation” she shifted her gaze around the room. Not knowing what to expect next from you.

Silence

The room fell since Danielle had spoken. Your mind contemplated between speaking up or actually giving her a little space to process through.

After backing away a bit you spoke up. “Heyy you didn’t need to apologize” you chuckled awkwardly, reaching out your hands to her. “You’re not in the wrong for doing that. I mean if I found out a new friend of my was dating someone I would totally give them some space” you replied in a causal tone.

She took a glance over at your face, noticing how soft and pleasing it looked. Gosh why were you so pretty when you aren’t grumpy or acting cold. “You’re pretty” Danielle spoke in admiration not taking her gaze away from your face. “Let’s date be my girlfriend….” She randomly blurted out.

“What?!” You asked in shock.

“What????” Danielle repeated realizing what she had said. “Ah no no no that’s not what I mean. Like you’re pretty, let’s…..uhhhh Aish!” She gave up, slumping on your bed. Her hands covering her now tomatoe red face.

“………..”

You bursted out laughing at her reaction which caught her completely off guard.

Although your laugh seemed cute, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that her feelings for you had just been brushed off like that.

She laughed along quietly not knowing what to do after this. “Forget what I just said” she sighed lifting herself up from your bed. “Well I better get going now” she hurriedly stood up getting ready to exit the room.

“Hey where are you going?” You called out for her. “You can’t just leave your girlfriend just like that without no goodbye kiss or anything”

Wait what?

Danielle stopped in her tracks, whipping her head around in a rapid motion. “Wait what?” She asked slowly walking up to you.

“Come on now didn’t you hear? I said give your girlfriend. me Kang y/n a kiss before you go silly….. or aren’t I your girlfriend anymore?” You pouted grabbing her by her wrist and pulling her closer.

“Wait so…..you like me back?”

“Obviously. Why would I be upset you were ignoring me. Besides I already accepted your confession” you rolled your eyes playfully letting go of her hand. “Now give me a kiss” you whined loudly gesturing over to your lips. “They’re lonley, let them meet someone else’s” you smirked your words carrying a light hint of playfulness and teasing.

“Hurry up jagi!” You pouted slowly throwing a tantrum.

Danielle’s eyes could only widen more. Her eyes and ears couldn’t believe this. Did something get into you?

Not only did you accept her confession but also called her your girlfriend now you’re here throwing a mini tantrum all for a kiss. This was all shocking to her. She was left all dumbfounded and speechless.

“Y/n….did the fever really get to you?” She asked placing her hands on your forehead to measure your temperature.

You immediately swatted her hand away. “Of course I’m okay but I won’t be okay if you don’t give me a kiss” you huffed, folding your arms across your chest.

Danielle didn’t know if you were being genuine r just messing with her.

She contemplated before leaning in, pausing at a mere inches between your faces. Her hands slowly wrapped around your waist as she pulls you closer, goosebumps swarming all over her body. Was she just about to do this?

You leaned in to close the gap, breaking it after seconds. A large smile stretching as you leaned in to kiss her again. Your fingers sliding down the sides of her cheeks.

The kiss lasted on for a few seconds before you pulled out again. “You’re such a good kisser girlfriend! It’s said I had to pull out, but I don’t want Haerin to walk in on us making out” you chuckled lighting nudging her elbow with yours.

She chuckled along still trying to take in on the fact that you actually accepted her confession.

—

The next day rolls in pretty quickly. You were surprisingly excited for school well maybe not for school but the fact that you would be walking with Danielle to school.

“Hey rin! I’m going to school now, bye!” You informed exiting the house before she could respond.

“Huh???” Haerin asked confused. This was the first ever time you had left for school early and most especially without her. “Weird” she mumbled to herself, shrugging it off.

“Let’s go!” You smiled at Danielle taking her hands in yours as you both strolled down the neighborhood.

You stopped to face her once you stepped into the hallways placing your hand on her shoulders. “I have to go to class now darling. See you at lunch” you spoke placing a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Danielle stood in the hallway watching you happily skip away. “She’s so weird and cute I love her so much” Danielle mumbled under her breath.

—

Classes felt so slow and dragged in your opinion.

Without thinking twice, you sprinted out of the classroom immediately the bell rang for lunch break. Not even a few minutes out of the class room you spotted a familiar curly haired talking with her friends.

“Dani!” You beamed excitedly rushing you wrap your arms around her. “Dani omg I missed you so so much” you pouted burying your head in the crook of her neck.

“Is this y/n….?” Minji asked shocked at your odd behavior.

“Obviously Unnie can’t you see from the height?” Hyein rolled her eyes pointing out your smaller figure.

“Hey! I’m older than you”

“But shorter—“

“Wait a damn minute….. are you two like a..?” Hanni paused expecting either of the both of you to complete it.

“A thing now? Yes” Danielle confirmed. All their eyes going wide. “SINCE WHEN?!” Haerin was the first to yell.

“Uhh since yesterday. Don’t be mad I got a girlfriend before you” you smiled patting her head.

“Hmph!” She huffed rolling her eyes.

“Aww they look so cute together!” Hanni squealed adoring you and Danielle. “Me and you next” minji jokingly said earning a side eye from the shorter girl.

“Dany/n” hyein cooed sighing dreamily. “The unexpected couple”

↳ More grumpy x sunshine here

[orpheuswasmine]

More Amnesia Bill AU

Amnesia Bill! I think it is a really bittersweet idea. I imagine they were going to do their ritual thing to get rid of him but after the ritual fails they opp on trying to kill him. Fortunately, no one can really bring themselves to kill him, since he’s so lost and confused about everything. Genieuly helpless and everyone just takes pity.

I said in my last post he would remember some things via dreams and shit, but I think the only thing he would remember in the start would be his parents. Can you imagine Ford mentally preparing himself to kill Bill, just to hear him talk about his parents so suddenly? I don’t think he would say a lot, but just like, “I was close with my mom. I don’t know where she is,” or something like that.

More about the whole regaining memories bit by bit, I swear up and down he would have a meltdown in the middle of the night because he regained the memory that HE DESTROYED HIS DIMENSION. Even though he keeps getting told it’s just a nightmare, it definitely wasn’t just a nightmare, he’s reliving the worst of the worst every night.

Slow a burn story. I fw the whole enemies to lovers but in this case, it’s a one-sided enemies shit. Ford (and everyone else as mentioned in the last post) hates Bill—Ford shows it, whether subtly or outright, he leans more into the subtleness of it all. After a while, he does realize Bill is genuinely powerless and not faking shit. He would be more sympathetic, but he definitely will still harbor the animosity for a while; however, Bill definitely fell in love during the time Ford was more sympathetic to him.

The start between them is like, Bill wanted to be friends with Ford because he seemed to know him like the back of his hand. Bill doesn’t have romantic feelings for Ford in the start, rather just this kind of desperation to cling to anything or anyone that can help him remember something, anything. Ford definitely didn’t like him, and any time Bill tried interacting with him, he either ignored him or walked away. Avoidance is key, but he can’t avoid the man forever. Eventually, they start to talk—more like Bill does the talking—Ford becomes a lot more invested whenever Bill talks about his memories. There were definitely times he got a bit worried Bill would remember their time together.

Bill's continuous nightmares would get so bad, Ford decided to stay with him for a night.

Last post, I said Mabel would be the only one to believe Bill, loosely. She shows her sympathy to him early on, but she’s still super weary of him. he helped him settle in a bit and when he needed to cry and tell someone about a new memory he regained, he’d always tell Mabel. Like his parents. A small conversation like this perchance?

“I wanted to show them the stars, that’s all I wanted. No one knew what I was talking about then. I wonder if they can see the stars now.”

“I’m sure they can now—hey, maybe they see you right now? I bet your parents would be happy to see where you are right now.”

“You reallY think they can see me?”

“Oh definitely. With your looks and personality, how can they miss you?”

While everyone is weary of Bill and lowkey trying to get rid of him, Bill is enjoying his time bonding with Mabel, even if she sometimes slips up and shows her suspicions towards him.

Bill's relationship with Stanley and Dipper is really rough. Like, genuinely, they don’t hide the fact they don’t like him, especially Dipper. Bill could be sweeping and then Dipper is in the back praying for his downfall. Dipper definitely shuns him and on some bad days, he does lash out at Bill. I don’t think their relationship would get super better over time, rather, I think it would become something like tolerance. As much as Dipper hates him, he doesn’t really have much of a say in what happens. He doesn’t show his hate toward him too much, occasionally they can have a decent conversation, but when push comes to shove, Dipper will definitely lash out at Bill again.

The same can be said about Stan, though I do think he would somewhat come around to like Bill. Not by much, just a bit. Just like Dipper, he would lash out, but he took a more teasing approach towards Bill, knowing it would definitely annoy the demon. Even if it went over Bill’s head, he definitely sensed him getting really agitated about it. He messes with Bill more so, his way of letting out his hate for him. Bill can tell Stan doesn’t like him, but he rather have to deal with stan’s antics than to be ignored all the time.

That's all for tonight gang BYEE

[thesassypadawan]

Christmas Cookies (Leo x WifeReader)

Summary:  After successfully putting down the kiddos for the night, you decide to use this quiet time to get some baking done.  Too bad your cookie loving husband insists on supervising and taste testing.  But he really can’t make a proper judgement call until he gets some milk to go with those Christmas cookies.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  One thirsty big chooch (lactation), lots of yummy cookies, some cheesy holiday music, making a mess on the counter (in your ‘slutty elf’ panties), hints of a dad bod, and… Leo’s big, fat dick.

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track one of my special holiday mix, Christmas Cookies! (This wonderful, amazing request came from @gummifrogs! Thank you so much for letting me write this, I had so much fun!) ❤️💚

- “Oi, big chooch!  Get outta there!”  Jokingly you scold, playfully giving Leo a gentle whack on his knuckles.  On his cute bottom with the wooden spoon.  “Save some for the kids…me…the baby!”

- “Can’t help that they’re so good,” he chuckles between bites.  Big, childish grin on his face; frosting tinting his lips and tongue a faint green.  “Plus it’s those sympathy cravings, mio angelo.”  Boldly going for what has to easily be his twelfth cookie of the afternoon.  “Makes me want to gobble them all…oof!  Hey, watch that thing!”

- Expecting another little smack from the confectionary weapon, you catch him off guard instead with a bigger one from your own plump backside.  “Opps, sorry…”  Taunting, shaking it teasingly as you bend to pop another batch into the oven.  “…wide load coming through.”

- Not able to resist a perfect opportunity, he more than happily gets himself a generous handful.  Earning himself a small squeak in response.  “No complaints here.”  While also helping himself to that elusive Santa shaped cutout he had his eye on.  And a second, just to take make it an even baker’s dozen in his slightly soft stomach.  “Except there’s somethin’ missin’ that would make these taste so much better.”

- Knowing your husband all too well and exactly where this was heading towards.  You figure why not, wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of some jolly fun.  “Leo, I swear to all that’s holey.  If you say what I think you’re going to…”

- However your warning isn’t much of a threat, sort of lacks that certain bite necessary.  When you’re pushing up, grinding against…feeling his fat length harden and dig into your lower back.  Getting the next sheet prepared and ready to go…listening to his muffled grunts the entire time.

- Finished with his treat and, most likely, wanting to just cut to the chase.  He places a big hand on your shoulder, the other on your plush hip.  Slowly swaying you both to that familiar holiday tune, humming above you. “What?  I was only gonna say that they go so much better with some…milk.  Think ya could help me with that?”

- There it was…  “Milk, huh?”  Wiping your palms off on the nearby dishrag, nudging the tray off to the side…before you turn in his hold.  “Yeah, I might be able to spare some.”  Arms winding around his thick middle, as you press your engorged chest into him.  The damp, soaked fabric of your ‘borrowed’ shirt sticking to his.  “But you got fifteen thou-”

- “Deal…”  Not letting you finish and certainly not needing any further encouragement, he grabs your squishy globes.  Hoisting you onto the flour and sprinkle covered counter, like you weigh nothing.  “…ya sure it can only be-”

- “Fifteen…”  Reaching, you break a piece off from a recently iced one.  Pressing it to, slipping it past his lips.  “I don’t want the batch burning…don’t need you drinking all of the twins late night feeding.  Got it?”

- “Got it…”  Happily chewing away, he slots his larger frame between your legs.  Caging you in with a strong arm, leaning in close.  Peppering and smothering your cheeks, nose, forehead in loving kisses.  “Ya have my word…”

- “Promise…”  Lightly calloused fingertips smooth over, caress your adorable tummy.  Leaving behind powdery, white smudges and prints as they come to fiddle…tug at your hem.  Before lifting, pulling it off and up over your head.  Letting it drop carelessly to the tiled floor  “Little mama…”

- Warm palm cups and massages a heavy, tender breast.  Wet nipples pebble from the cool, hot air of your tiny kitchen.  Milk leaking, fat droplets trickling…coating Leo’s long digits.  While you coo, mewl softly…while his kisses trail lower and lower.  “Mmmh, heard that about a hundred times.”

- “Don’t know what ya talkin’ about,” Leo replies not so innocently.  Breath washing over, causing goosebumps to rise on your taut skin.  “All I’m hearin’ ya say is…”  Nose bumping, nudging…tongue swirling, lapping at your sore nub.  “…buon appetito.”

- Like a man parched, acting like he hasn’t had a drink in days…he eagerly latches on.  That all too familiar letdown feeling spreading through your bloated tit as he sucks hungrily.  Head titled to the side so sweetly, blissful look on his handsome face.  Your hand cradling, scratching the back lightly with your festive nails.  “Yeah, yeah…”

- It takes just a few pulls from his greedy mouth for that warm, tingling sensation to start growing.  Small gasp escaping you, low groan from him.  The kind that rumbles in his chest, into you���straight to your trembling, fluttering cunny. Rich cream filling, spreading across his tastebuds with each deep draw.  “Buon…”

- Head lulls back, soft pants fall from your lips.  Shivers and sparks of pleasure running rampant, erupting throughout your overly sensitive body.  From his fingers circling your other, neglected bud.  Teasing out a few milky beads that plop onto, roll down the swell of your bump.  “Appetito…”

- Each rhythmic pull and suckle pushes you closer to that orgasmic edge.  Floods your system with all those lovely endorphins.  That cloud and fog your hormone, addled brain.  Causes you to be hot and sticky in more ways than one.  Digits tangling in those short, dark locks…silently coaxing him on, to keep drinking.  “Amore mio…”

- And right as you’re about to reach that blinding apex.  Create a pretty mess on the counter and in those ‘slutty elf’ panties of yours.  Air fills with the timer’s happy beeps.  Your frustrated huffs from being left half full.  The wet pop when he releases your puffy, soggy nipple…

- “That’s it, sugar…out of time,” he mutters.  Gazing up at you with those sparkling blue eyes, mischievous glint sparkling in them.  Clearly enjoying, taking amusement from your flushed face and flustered expression.  “But I got an idea for ya.”

- Licking his lips, his digits clean.  “How about we pop another batch in the oven…”  Slowly, savoring…making sure to get every last drop.  “Get another fifteen for some kissin’ and a huggin’.”

- Shakily grabbing the prepped sheet next to, pushing it into his hands.  You let out an exasperated giggle, returning his naughty look.  “And that’s why you eat Christmas cookies all year long.”

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[moyazaika]

could you imagine a rapper yandere that disses anyone that even MENTIONS their darling/"girlfriend" is a way that isn't worshipping. and he disses hard.

When I say "girlfriend" I mean, the rapper knows the name, address, occupation, phone number, email, etc, has a shrine full of photos that he hired people to take over someone that doesn't know anything about it.

reader is just another person who listens to music and knows his name in passing and his reputation for dissing anyone who talks "bad" about his girl. reader respects it, but doesn't really listen to rap so they move on with their life, completely unaware that THEY are the girl.

it's a complete coincidence that the features and traits that he raps about are the exact same as them. There are plenty of people with that trait.

and no one bats an eye that no photos of the "girlfriend" exists to the public. It's no surprise someone with his level of fame would want to keep their girl private.

"I saw you yesterday at your grandma's, it's a real shame what happened to your grandpops, I need some new fertilizer in my garden, been growing some bad crops, your girl Morgan so bad you're getting blowjobs from your grandma?"

*camera noises*

(I'm not a rapper, apologies for ✨cringe✨)

hey so please don’t apologise i actually fucking love this idea. 😭😭❤️‍🩹 this would be so so cute bonus points for being set in the early 2000’s so we’re in that era of pop and rap where it’s rlly just a few big names dominating the charts, the fun awards shows, cool fashion; y2k baby!

and in this new age of music you’ve got this chart topping rapper who (unlike the other guys in his genre) seems to be rapping not about his opps or his cars or his cash or his bitches but… how much he loves his gf. it’s incredibly endearing.

if only his gf actually knew she was dating him!

and when he stays on top of those charts, wins all those music awards; there’s bound to be jealousy and bitter envy. other artists complain. celebrity interviewers and journalists eat it up; “so what do you think of this mystery girl that seems to be the subject of all his music?”

his competitor rolls his eyes, “dumb as fuck, the both of them. always banging on about how lovely she is how pretty and smart she is… this bitch is a one hit wonder, you feel me?”

… he did not like that. drake vs kanye 2.0 ensues except this time there is no coming back for the poor soul who has the balls to say that. rapper ‘bf’ puts the poor guy’s life on blast.

‘industry plant? least i’m not a plant by the government / makin’ sure them anti bullying campaigns is working.”

okay, that’s not so bad right?

“your funny’s up, but your syndrome’s down, like your money after i put this out—but your dick stays up / when you drive ‘round and look for little boys to spend a night with in town.”

oh! well. looks like nobody’s going to mention this mysterious girl rapper bf adores so much ever again :’)

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Ask The Question

Outcome 3 x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 3: Drinking Game

Summary: Truth or dare?

A/N: Opps, this is basically fluff. Thank you @thexsanctuaryx for saving my butt and beta-ing again!

Warnings: fluff, teasing, drinking, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 649

You take a shot, the whiskey burns your throat. You can’t remember if it’s your fourth or fifth, your tolerance having been consistently burned down during the course of the evening. 

There’s a pleasant buzz at the back of your head.

He chuckles, his dark eyes twinkling. “I can’t believe you didn’t want to answer that one.” 

It’s the first time you’ve seen him so relaxed, without every single muscle tensed, posed and ready to strike.

You pull a face, “I have my reasons.”

“Which are?” Amusement dances in his expression.

You pause then shake your head. “Nope.” 

“That’s unfair.” 

“Is not.” 

He shifts a little closer to you on the floor, pressing his arm against yours, “Is too.”

Outside the wind is howling, the night dark and cold. 

The light from the fire plays across his skin dreamily. 

“I took my shot.” You gesture to yourself. “I’m playing by the rules.”

He tuts playfully, “How is, ‘Are you interested in anyone right now?’ so difficult to answer?”

“You can’t trick me, mister. I’m still not gonna tell you, besides it’s your turn.” 

“Fine.” He gives you an eyebrow raise and then pretends to think. “Truth.”

You pout at him for a second and then grin wickedly. “Are you interested in anyone right now?” 

He snorts.

“See?” You gloat. “Not so chatty now are you?” 

“Yes.” 

“What?” 

“The answer’s yes.” He gives you a smug smile. “Your turn.”

“What?” You splutter. “Who?” 

“It’s your turn.” 

“Hey-”

“Rules are rules,” he nudges your shoulder again, “and it’s your turn.”

You sigh dramatically. “Alright…” You know he’s going to ask something similar again, and again if you say truth until you’re too tipsy not to answer honestly. You swallow. 

Part of you wishes he wasn’t so beautiful, wasn’t so charming. That you weren’t hopelessly head over heels in love with him. 

But he obviously had someone he had eyes on. You tried not to let the disappointment that was tearing at your insides show. 

“Dare.” You finally say. 

“A kiss.” He speaks so softly you think you must have misheard.

“Sorry?” Your voice comes out quieter than you intended, breathless.

“A kiss,” he repeats, leaning closer until he can brush his nose against yours. 

“I…” You don’t know what to do, what to say, your mind racing and also unhelpfully blank. 

He reaches up slowly and lightly touches your cheek in a silky sweet contact. Your skin buzzes, practically hums where his fingers brush against you. 

“A kiss.” He says a third time, barely moving his lips this time as he tilts his head to the side and closes the gap. 

He kisses you softly, gentle and sweet like he doesn’t want to break you, but he groans when your lips move against his. His touch on your cheek grows firmer, his fingers slide down to cradle the back of your neck as he flicks his tongue along your bottom lip. 

This can’t be real, can’t be happening. You’d had too much to drink and passed out on the stupidly plush carpet. 

He hums against you, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding as he licks into your mouth, teasing your tongue with his own. He tastes like the whiskey and that stupid lemon you’d dared him to eat six rounds ago. 

His lips are softer than you expected, but as skilled and firm as you’d daydreamed of.

When he finally pulls back he keeps his eyes closed, a soft lovesick smile on his face. 

You swallow nervously, all words empty from your mind.  

“You can ask me that truth now.” He says softly, his hand still on your neck, tracing soft circles along your skin that makes you shiver deliciously and ache with want. 

“I…who are you interested in?” You finally stammer out, getting lost in his dark eyes. 

He kisses you again, lightly and whispers against your lips. “You, dummy.”

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[cameronspecial]

I Will Be A Mom, Rafe

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Summary: Y/N has news for Rafe that he couldn't be more excited about.

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They’ve been married for five years now. It’s been an amazing few years together and they couldn’t have asked for anything better. Although they haven’t been actively trying for a baby, the couple hasn’t exactly been safe with their sexual activities. A forgotten birth control pill or a condom is not something they freak out about like they used to. So it isn’t a surprise to Y/N when she sees the little plus sign on the stick she peed on just five minutes ago. Happiness flutters through her heart. For the past few months, she has been thinking how amazing it would be to have a baby with Rafe. Their love has flourished over the past five years and she feels it is time to share that love with another human being, who is a combination of both of them. She isn’t afraid of how Rafe will react; she knows he will be excited more than she is. The front door shuts and she doesn’t have enough time to process what she should do. She can’t think of any special way to tell Rafe she is pregnant and she can’t wait to tell him, so she decides to just be open about it. 

Rafe enters their empty bedroom with knitted eyebrows. She isn’t anywhere else in the house, so where could she be? The light coming from under the bathroom door clears up where his wife is. He walks up to the door and knocks. “Y/N? I’m home. Are you okay in there?” he questions from behind the door. She creaks the door open, “Yeah, I am. But I have something to show you.” 

She steps out into the bedroom, holding out the pregnancy test for him to take. He looks at it, realization not crossing on his face. “What is this?” he asks. She almost wants to facepalm at her husband’s cluelessness. She takes his hands in hers, “It’s a pregnancy test. I will be a mom, Rafe. And you are going to be a dad.” His eyebrows raise and his mouth turns into a smile. He brings her into a bone-crushing hug by her waist, but it quickly loosens when he remembers his excitement. “Opps, don’t want to hurt the little baby growing inside of you. Sorry,” he apologizes before dropping to his knees. He looks up at her from below and sees her smiling down at him. “Hey, little person. I don’t know if you are going to be my little girl or boy or maybe neither if that’s who you grow up to be. I’d be okay with any of those options. I just want you and your mommy to be safe through your whole creation,” he begins to inform your stomach. “When I saw your mommy, I thought she was an angel. And I was right. I mean, look at where we are now. In about nine months, she is going to be giving me the best miracle I could’ve asked for. That’s all I have to tell you for now. I love you both so much.” 

His eyes train back on Y/N and he just needs to kiss her. He stands to rest his forehead against hers, kissing her on her lips before pulling away. “I’m guessing you are excited about having a baby,” she teases with a grin. He can only return her facial expression, “Of course. We have so much to do before our little one is here. Go to parenting classes, clean out the guest room for the nursery, plan a babymoon, find-.” “Slow down, Rafe. We have time for all that. For now, let’s just enjoy the time we have where it is just us,” Y/N interrupts, giving him another kiss. He takes a second to be and nods. Rafe couldn’t be more excited about this news. It’s a gift from an angel. 

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[isuckatwritingsobenice]

hiii saw ur requests are open for inside job 🖤 what about brett hand with a s/o who’s confident and assertive but also very kind especially to him?? like they would always be there for him whenever he’d have a panic attack, comfort him whenever he’s upset and defend him when someone’s being mean to him?? pls i love him he’s such a little meow meow

A/N: AHHH MY FIRST BRETT ASK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANON <333 I love Brett we need more people like him in this world.

Warnings: Mainly fluff all around, john from finances is my biggest opp atm 😒👎

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Brett Hand was usually the guy everyone loved—always optimistic, always eager to lend a hand. But the corporate world wasn’t always so forgiving. There were times when even his relentless positivity wasn’t enough to deflect the sharp edges of office politics.

It was late afternoon when you found Brett in the break room, staring out the window with a deep frown creasing his usually bright features. His posture was slumped, his hands gripping the edge of the counter like he needed something to hold onto.

“Hey, Brett,” you greeted him, your voice low and warm as you approached. You leaned casually against the counter beside him, your presence solid and comforting. “Everything okay?”

He glanced at you, his eyes reflecting a weariness you didn’t often see. “Just… work stuff,” he said, trying to brush it off, but the way he ran a hand through his hair told you there was more to it.

You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. “Work stuff, huh? Is that why you’re hiding out in the break room instead of in your office?”

Brett let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Yeah, guess I’m not doing a great job at pretending everything’s fine, huh?”

You placed a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades. “You don’t have to pretend with me. What happened?”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping even more. “You know that big presentation I’ve been working on? The one for the execs?” He paused, waiting for your nod. “It didn’t go well. At all. There’s this one guy—John from finance—he just… tore me apart. And not in a constructive way. It felt personal.”

Your brow furrowed, anger simmering beneath your calm exterior. “John, huh? The guy who thinks he’s everyone’s boss?” You shook your head, irritation clear in your tone. “Brett, that’s not on you. Some people get off on tearing others down to make themselves feel bigger.”

“I know, but…” Brett’s voice wavered, and he looked down at his hands. “It’s hard not to take it personally when you put so much of yourself into something, and then someone just… rips it apart like it’s nothing.”

You turned to face him fully, placing both hands on his shoulders and gently forcing him to meet your eyes. “Brett, listen to me. You’re one of the hardest working, most genuine people I know. John’s comments say more about him than they do about you.”

He searched your eyes for a moment, as if looking for something to hold on to. “But what if he’s right? What if I’m just… not good enough?”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened, a mix of firmness and tenderness. “Don’t you dare doubt yourself because of one person’s pettiness. You got where you are because you’re good at what you do. You care, and that shows in everything you touch. No one can take that away from you, especially not some bitter finance guy.”

Brett took a deep breath, some of the tension leaving his body. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You always know what to say.”

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his arm. “I’m always going to be here, Brett. I believe in you, even when you forget to believe in yourself.”

As you both stood there in silence, the weight of the day slowly lifting, you knew Brett wasn’t entirely free of his doubts. But he leaned into your touch, drawing strength from your presence. He had someone who saw him, really saw him, and that made all the difference.

Later, as you both left the office together, you noticed John across the parking lot. The sight of him immediately reignited that protective fire within you, but you kept your cool. As you walked past, John threw a glance your way, and you didn’t hesitate to hold it.

“John,” you called out, your voice carrying just enough edge to get his attention.

He looked over, a smirk on his face. “Yeah?”

“I’d appreciate it if you kept your critiques professional,” you said, your tone polite but firm. “We’re all working toward the same goals here. Tearing down a teammate doesn’t help anyone.”

John looked taken aback, but before he could respond, you added, “And for the record, Brett’s presentation was solid. You might want to rethink how you approach these things in the future.”

Brett squeezed your hand, a small, grateful smile playing on his lips as you both walked away.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” he said quietly.

“I know,” you replied, meeting his gaze with a steady look. “But I wanted to. You deserve better, Brett. And I’m not going to let anyone make you feel less than what you are.”

Brett’s smile grew a little more, the warmth returning to his eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You shrugged, grinning. “I try. And so do you, which is why I’ve got your back. Always.”

[ryngzmn]

sweet escape | S.B (5)

SUMMARY: you and ben are left alone, leaving some heavy tension in the air.

WORD COUNT: 825.

WARNINGS: not proofread, fluff, EXTREME ooc ben, idiots in love maybe, confessions, use of y/n (1x i believe)

A/N: finally got around to writing another part for this series! so sorry to the people who were waiting for another part :((

part one! | part two! | part three! | part four!

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Surprisingly, Butcher hadn’t been sending the gang out on any missions recently. He probably didn’t see a need to since he needed to think of a new way to defeat Homelander.

Of course, Soldier Boy was still a little salty about not being able to stop his son from getting even worse and shedding more blood.

Ypu tried to reassure him best you could, but alas, it wouldn’t work. Yes, he’d actually *thank* you for comforting him, but it never did much to boost his mood.

Not that he had much mood to boost.

Everyone was out currently; Butcher and Hughie were out getting food, Frenchie and Kimiko were out doing only god knows what, and M.M was visiting his daughter.

So that just left you and Ben alone together. And the silence hung heavy.

He seemed a little more distant lately, you didn’t understand why. Did you do something wrong? Does he not enjoy your company anymore?

Your mind was spiraling trying to figure out the problem and how to make him less distant.

Ben was currently lounging on the dingy couch Butcher had, scrolling through a phone that he had either stolen or forced someone to buy for him. You didn’t know, nor did you really care to know where he got said mobile device from.

Cautiously approaching, you sat down on the couch, not noticing the brief side glance Ben shot your way.

It was a negative side glance, oh no. He merely just admired your side profile for a split second.

That split second was just enough to make him feel giddy inside.

God, he wasn’t used to this. Ben was the one who was supposed to make other people giddy! He wasn’t supposed to be on the receiving end—

“Hey, Ben?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he swiftly cleared his throat.

“Yeah?” He hoped you ignored the way his voice wavered slightly.

“Can we talk?” You asked quietly. “I jus’ wanna ask something.”

Ben nodding, not even trusting his own vocal cords to speak in a clear tone right now. He watched your mimick his motion, murmuring an ‘alright’ under your breath.

“Are you mad at me?”

That caught him off guard. Why the hell would he be mad at you? You were probably one of the sweetest people he had met since like— forever.

“What? God, no. Why would I be mad?” Ben questioned incredulously.

You shrugged, trying to feign a nonchalant attitude. “I dunno, you’ve just seemed really distant recently.”

Ben cursed under his breath, shaking his head. “Shit, really? ‘M sorry, Y/N. Didn’t mean to make you feel like you did anything wrong or anything.”

You chuckled, the way he could read you like an open book was both amusing and embarrassing. “It’s okay,”

Silence ensued for a few minutes before Ben spoke up, his voice taking on a new softness you’ve never heard before.

“Hey, look at me for a second?”

You obliged, looking over at him. He was sitting straighter than before, almost rigid, and his phone was long forgotten on the armrest beside him.

Ben stared at you for a bit before letting out a small sigh, gingerly reaching out and cupping your cheek.

The action surprised you, mainly because you didn’t know why Ben would need to do such a thing right now. He already apologized, he didn’t need to do anything to make it up to you.

It seemed like Ben’s hazel brown eyes just *cut* through you, because you suddenly felt like putty in his hands.

Your breath caught in your throat when you noticed him start to lean forward. And it the seconds felt like hours until his lips finally met yours.

The kiss was tender, practically the opposite of his rough demeanor and yet it spoke volumes of unsaid words and feelings.

You quickly melted into it, a hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck as you leaned into him.

By the end of it, you both were smiling like idiots. Mostly you, thoguh. Ben only cracked a smile, but it was there.

“Wow, is this why you were so distant?” Ben nodded wordlessly, chuckling.

“Yeah, sorry. I just.. needed to figure out my feelings.”

You raised an eyebrow, somehow a little clueless after that kiss. You had an idea of what he meant, but you didn’t wanna jump to conclusions and possibly embarrass yourself.

Ben scoffed lightheartedly. “I like you, ya idiot. Like a lot.”

Your smile grew larger at his confession and you felt just as giddy as he did in the very moment.

“I like you too.” You murmured before pressing another chaste kiss to his lips before you two heard the door of the hideout open up, cutting the moment short.

“We got some food!” Hughie’s cheerful voice cut through the atmosphere as he held up two brown paper bags from some burger place in the city.

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taglist! : @mostlymarvelgirl @anu-piyakya97 @stariou @mochminnie @fallout-girl219 @davalos-04

[anachilles]

thinking more just now about @middlingmay's football player/journalist AU

there's a fine line that journalists have to tread between what they want to ask, and what they should ask at any given time, in order to both get something interesting to publish, and keeping management teams on-side enough to let them come back and give them access to the players.

gale's ardent "dispassionate impartiality" when it comes to his reporting means he's a notoriously hardball interviewer. one who is incredibly observant has no qualms at all pointing out both the individual mistakes and consistent, long-running in players' performances. not necessarily maliciously, or like he's looking for a "gotcha" moment, but from a place of getting the answers his readers are actually looking for.

making him a journo both players (especially for them being in league one and generally just starting out their careers, with a lack of media experience/training) and their managers + PR teams are trepidatious about setting up interviews with.

not helped by the intense, insanely blue-eyed stare he hits you with when waiting for an answer to one of his questions. does he even know he's doing it???

but at the end of the day, gale's a very well-regarded journalist (to the extent that it's almost a privilege that he chooses to cover league one) and he has a loyal + wide-reaching readership so it's very hard to turn down the opportunity for that kind of press.

so when bucky does finally agree to give his first ever public interview, no one expected it to be to gale cleven. or how much ease he felt answering him back, being tongue-in-cheek with him, and not seemingly taking much of it seriously at all.

or any interview he gives cleven going forward, actually.

or how cleven seemingly puts up with it match after match.

like gale will write these full columns picking apart the team's performance, having no scruples honing in on bucky's errors despite the 'special relationship' they seem to have.

and bucky will still answer (some of) his questions on-camera with a visibly nonchalant shrug, an unbothered smirk. constantly changing the subject though, diverting them off-topic. blatantly flirting with him.

"enough about that, though, i'm wearing new boots this week too. did you notice? new sponsorship. they offered me them in a bunch of different colours and i had to guess your favourite, so i hope you like 'em."

"hey now, hey now. anymore questions about what i do for work and you'll have me thinking we're on a first date."

on a day when it's been raining all morning and into the afternoon, and gale shows up to the interview a little damp/windswept and holding an umbrella he'd been juggling throughout the entire match. "[whistling] only one page of notes today? those tight asses up in business opps not spring for the sheltered stands?"

after the latter incidence, seeing as once an interview is confirmed and then eventually wrapped up the team's management don't really care quite as much about accommodating the press, bucky insists on bringing gale up to the club house to dry off, get a sit down and a drink, chill out for a bit. Maybe just to keep him around a little bit longer. All of the other players/management team that are milling about are a bit wide-eyed/furtive, like putting a cat amongst the pigeons. If Bucky notices the looks (he does) he's blissfully uncaring about them.

Addition: Gale's also the first person, naturally as the only journalist he'll speak to in any official capacity, to pick up on Bucky's growing boredom with midfield defence. Straight up asks him one day, on the record, what position he'd rather be playing and if he'd ever been given a shot at it.

[queenbees21]

BNHA Their nickname for you | Them

Characters : Katsuki Bakugo | Izuku Mydoria| ★Shoto Todoroki★ | Tamaki Amajiki | Keigo Takami [Hawks] | Dabi [Toya Todoroki] | Hitoshi Shinso

Warning | Grammar error | Not proofread

Type | Bullet Point • Fluff

A/n: I really need to finish this character list 😭 I’ll try my best write them quickly, also I’m still working on some requested works so I’m sorry if I’m slow right now (​꒦ິꈍ​​꒦ິ)

M.List

| ꜱʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ | | Y/N |

✯ Love ✿ ✯ Icyspicy

✯ Princess ✯ Hot stuff

✯ Darling ✯ Candy cane

✯ Peach ✯ Shou ✿

• Shoto never thought about giving you any nicknames. Both of his parents weren’t the most, affectionate couple; so it never crossed his mind. Until he noticed how other couples gave each-other cute nicknames, and so he seek advice from an export at romance.

“Hmmm, well you could call her maybe love? Love is a good start, for relationships starters. ^^” Ochaco advice, and that’s exactly what he did. As he did; it made you shy around him.

• Where there’s a prince, there’s always a princess. Yes, you’ll always be Shotos princess. He calls you Princess when he's in a good mood. And he thinks it suits you very much. Because of how charming you tend to be, you do it without realizing it. <3

• “Hello darling, how are you?” yes, this is a classic nickname he calls you when you're alone. It may be cheesy but, he loves be it. And as for you, you love it as well. You feels so special in a way, when he calls you darling. It gives you butterflies in your stomach.

• Peaches are your favorite fruit, although; you rarely ate them. Shoto figured it was because you didn’t have time to pick some. For you both were way too busy with hero studies to do so. Therefore, he somehow convinced Mr. Aizawa to take him to a peach farm… Perks of being the number one hero’s son.

When you had first heard him say that, you were confused. So when you asked him how he got the nickname, you were surprised and very amused at the same time.

“Aww! You remember! I like peaches! That’s so sweet Shou!”

He only nodded, and there was a stumble small smile when you called me Shou.

| Y/N |

• How do I even begin with this… nickname. Icyspicy? Really? What kind of nickname is this T^T? I can’t even believe how nonchalant Shoto was about it.

He was a bit confused, though; there was surprisingly faint pink hue upon his cheeks when you called out his “nickname”.

“Where did you even come up with that?” He questioned.

“Honestly, I don’t even know. I figured since you have an ice and a fire quirk. I’d give you a nickname that is combined with it.” You smile. He pat your head in amusement.

• “Hey there hot stuff~” You purr in Shotos ear, as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. Okay, now this took him by surprise. He was barely getting used to icyspicy, but now you are coming up with nicknames left and right.

“Where do you get theses nicknames…”

“From my heart hot stuff ❤︎“

• At this point Shoto doesn’t even know nor question, where you get your.. unique… nicknames for him… “Marry Christmas candy cane! I love you!” You say, as you handed him a present and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Merry Christmas to you too love.” He kissed your nose and walked away.

“Hey! Candy cane! You can’t just do that and walk away!” You exclaimed, flustered by his action.

• Shou is his permanent nickname. Out of all the nickname you called him. You’ve been thinking about it for a while, but never came up with anything. You wanted to give him a permanent nickname. One that you could proudly call him out to without embarrassing him. “Hmm…” you thought as you wrote down some nicknames.

You played around with it, until you “accidentally” spelled him name wrong. “Hmm… oh! Opps—wait…” you looked at the writing. Shou… “sounds like shoe hehe.” You giggled as you doddle around.

The next day, you had accidentally called him Shou. He was confused. “Oops! Sorry, I wasn’t trying to call you that—“

“I like it. Sounds cute.” He smiles slightly. You blush a little. “Oh.. alright than,” you giggled.

“Anyways! Shou~ let’s go on a date! I wanna have you all to myself today!” You cheekily winked. He agreed and left to go change. “Oh! Shou!” You called out to him. He turns around curiously. “I love you!” You smile, before running off.

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A/n: Thanks for reading! Have a good day and night! I’ll be working on the rest, so stay tuned! 🐝 👑 2️⃣1️⃣

[silent-raven13]

You too, papí!

(I've been seeing a lot of these you too, papí skits from TikTok and I love them.)

Miles being busy working at an Art supply store in the corner of the block in Brooklyn just a few blocks away from his apartment. Sometimes his friends visit him just to check him working. Often times, Hobie comes by to flirt with him which makes him giggles and brighten up his day.

This time Miles decide to get Hobie all giddy with today's flirt. Good thing his boss is chill about the two casually talking ever now and then.

So like every afternoon the rush for customers die down leaving the shop empty. This is where Hobie comes by to casually talk with him, "Oi, Sunflower. How's work?" The punker came by being chilled then he winks at his boyfriend, "Well?"'

"Hey, bae." Miles leans over the counter to kiss his boyfriend's cheek, "Mwah! Miss me?"

"Of course, luv. I always miss you. Too bad we can't hang out, right now." Hobie said, then he went to get the small erasers shape like fun food. He throws it up and down trying to keep the boredom down.

"Yeah, but I have to keep an eye on the store. Besides, I get paid for overtime." Miles giggles, "I'm saving my cash for a brand new set of Copic markers." His Honey-Brown eyes gleams at the marker aisle spotting the glass doors where the store keeps the expensive packs of markers. He saved for a year to get the Copic marker set E for his art supplies collection, they are a pricey bunch.

"Sunflower, why not make your own markers? Or use spray paint? See, I always find anything to make art." Hobie began, he misses spending time with his boyfriend, during this time they would take naps with Billie or do their hobbies together.

"Mmm, I don't have the time to make alcoholic markers, bae. Besides, Copics are my favorite materials for coloring my big works on paper. I have to limit using spray paint since Billie likes to spend time in my room when I'm drawing. I don't want her to breathe in chemicals." Miles would add a bit of spray paint on his paper works for a little texture or pop, however he had to stop for his little sister. Billie always likes to spend her time with him even when he's busy in his room. "Bae, you gotta learn how to be fine without me. I swear, you were never like this when we started dating."

"But Sunflower," Hobie whines being a lost puppy as he playfully reached his partner over the counter. "I need you with me."

Miles snickers, "Your silly, bae." He decides to restock the pencils on his counter.

"Am I?" Hobie chuckles with amusement, then he saw three customers walk in heading to the paint aisle.

"Welcome, let me know if you need any help!" Miles greeted them.

Hobie stood up, "I guess, I'll be going to help Mamí Morales with lil Billie. I know, she must be lonely."

"She probably is, bae. You two are always having fun together." Miles playfully wink, "Be good to her, or else she'll bite you, again."

"Alright. Alright. I'll be nice to her, Sunflower." The Punker puts back the eraser in its rightful place. "Anyway, have a good day Sunflower."

"You too, papí." Miles had a big ole grin seeing his boyfriend stopping halfway out the door.

The punker turns around having a flustered expression on his face, "You too, papí?" He quickly went to his boyfriend, "Oi, what you tryin' to do, Sunflower?"

"Ay papí, relax. I'm just doing my job." He hums while he give a wide flirtatious smirk.

Hobie's face turned into charm and lust as he stares down at his boyfriend unaware of the three customer being behind him waiting for their turn. They had their own things in their shopping basket as they awed at the tall handsome punker looking at the cute cashier.

"Call me 'Papí', again," Hobie's voice deep almost seductive at his Sunflower, "it just don't seem like your just doing your job, I'm gonna put a baby in you if you keep up with that tone, Sunflower."

"OPP!" One of the three customer who happens to be a dark skinned woman gasps in shock.

The other two covered their mouth being almost flustered by the punters tone. Miles' eyes widen at his boyfriend's words felt his cheeks heated from the sight of the customers having the same hot and bothered expression.

Miles went small then his boyfriend glanced over to find three people behind him. "Oh, need to check out? My bad." He went back to normal moving to the side to let the customers make their purchases.

The Black Latino cashier quickly said to them, "Sorry... um... he's my boyfriend." He never felt so embarrassed in his life.

The three women gave amusing giggles. One of them said, "No worries." In fact they were busy glancing at Hobie then Miles, the three artists were into BL manhwas' so seeing these two handsome men got them giggling so much. Once they took their leave, Miles had to scold his boyfriend, who was busy picking his ear.

While the three girls walk out of the store casually asking each other, "Which one you think is a top?" They saw the cute couple talking among each other. The cashier seems to be scolding the tall punker about appropriate conversation.

Needless to say, the couple's flirting had more and more customers coming by. Some would casually peak over to find the punker flirting with his boyfriend or happy to look at the cute cashier.

One teenager boy with an orange shirt and wearing a colorful overalls had develop a crush on the cashier. He would peak over feeling his heart pounding, then he would hide in the aisles when the punker turns his head to catch him. "Oi, Sunflower. You been flirting with the customers? There's been more blokes here lately." Hobie watches his boyfriend stocking up spray paints behind him.

"No, bae. I don't do that! I'm respectful." Miles said with a drone tone being exhausted from these busy days.

"Cuz you pull out that Puerto Rican Spanish," Hobie casually said without noticing a group of young college students with their basket of art supplies heading to the cashier, "on someone else I might have to tight you up and spank you to be a good lad for your papí."

The group let out a gasps being in shock at the punker's words. Miles quickly turns around with his eyes widen almost bulging out, "Bae!" He quickly turns to the embarrassed customers, "I'm so sorry! My boyfriend doesn't know what he's saying!" Why did his flirting had to backfire? Now, he's stammering trying to apologize for his man's behave.

"Easy, Sunflower. They are grown." Hobie casually pick up an art book to read.

"You should apologize, too!" Miles whines.

[love4layla]

A LONG DAY

Gentle Giant! Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya x Reader

NSFW

Summary: He comes home from a hard day at UA. He’s sees his fine shyt and couldn’t help himself

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Ever since he started working at UA, he’s met so many characters every single day. His life as a Pro hero with his suit funded by his friends and his teaching job with his students. he loves it. But sometimes the days get hard.

The size difference between you two is pretty big, he had grown from his highschool self. Going from 5’6 and somewhat muscular to 6’4 and jacked with 200 lbs of muscle. Despite his height, he would never hurt a fly, since All for One is gone, the only opps he has are the ceiling fans in your house.

Your cleaning the house when you hear the front door open, you hear ear his heavy footsteps fill the house and the sound of his keys and jacket coming off. His body was so tired and drained, his eyes were barely staying open. He walks to the bedroom to see you cleaning around and folding clothes, bending over and putting them in the bottom drawer of your cabinet.

He walks behind you and hugs you from behind, his hands moving down your sides. “Hey Izu, long day?” You smile and kiss him sweetly. His hands move to your stomach and across your body. He starts to take his tie off, a soft groan slipping from his mouth. He picks you up and lays you on the bed. “I had the shittiest day ever.” he mumbles into your neck as he grips you harder. He was afraid he was going to hurt you, he knew his own strength and he DEFINITELY knew the size difference between you two. He held himself back and just kissed your neck softly. You let out little moans as you rest your hands on top of his.

He picks you up and throws you onto the bed.“May I?” He asks sweetly if he can take your shirt off. You nod and he slowly strips your clothing as well as himself. Soon enough both of you are naked and making out in your shared bed. His hands roamed your body so sensually and slowly dipped down your sides and kissed hickeys onto your neck.

“Are you ready?” He asks me. “Izuku, are you sure you wanna do this? You’re really tired and you need your re- AHHH~” you moan as he suddenly fills you with his cock. Overstretching you like he always did. “I’m sorry baby… I know I’m normally more gentle with you… I just-..” he slowly thrusts, “I need you so fucking bad” he thrusts. He watched as your tits bounced with every thrust.

He picks you up and thrusts into you in full Nelson. Hitting deep. “Fuck~ fuck Y/n I love you. Take it~” he huffs and moans as his hands hold your thighs and bend you in half. He creampies into you as his thrusts slow down. Your thighs and legs shivering from the lack of preparation beforehand. He notices your legs shaking “Y/n, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did i?” He cuddles you.

“Yeah… yeah I’m okay.. nothing I can’t handle” you try to comfort him. He lays next to you and wraps you in his big arms, hissing the top of your head “Thank you honey.”

MasterList<3

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

You Know I'm Always Coming Back To This Place

Hi, hello, hey- I don't even know where to begin because I never genuinely thought I'd be back here.

Some of you may know me as CrumpetsAndTea or Daydreamsandafternoontea or maybe you don't remember any of my handles and just vaguely remember my stories: Let's Pretend It's Love, the quirky, fake-dating AU featuring a mildly-misanthropic cat and Netflix loving MC who convinces Harry to be her fake boyfriend in preparation for her sister's wedding or Crossroads, the angsty, pregnancy AU that centers around the misunderstood and isolated catering company-owning MC's tumultuous marriage to an emotionally unavailable, workaholic Harry with an unexpected pregnancy as the last possible lifeline for their union.

If any of that rings a bell to you, you've probably noticed my fics dropped off the face of this website, along with my blog and really most of the original Tumblr 1D fanfic community, which reached its peak somewhere between 2015 and 2019.

Writing has always been a passion of mine and something I've loved to do since I was nine years old. Fanfic gave me an outlet to create my own little impossible worlds where my teenage obsession was the star. Little daydreams I kept hidden in my thoughts could be brought to life in this virtual space and to say that it changed my life would be an understatement. Looking back at it all now, it's crazy to think what a major part 1D fanfiction played in shaping the brain chemistry of a certain age group. You really just had to be there for it all.

If we're being totally honest, I started writing 1D fanfic a bit late. The band was already on the decline and near hiatus by the time my fics gained any traction but our community here on Tumblr still managed to ride the rollercoaster out well beyond its peak.

You may wonder why I deleted my original blog and fics, and the answer is fairly short and simple but also completely complicated: life. I juggled finishing college and a major chronic illness along with the dreaded existential confusion of adult life while crafting these stories and then of course the major fandom burnout crept up.

Those joyful carefree days with unlimited free time to write were replaced with stress and sickness and I'd forgotten what it was like to be passionate about something. Dealing with the separation of 1D as a group and the boys' subsequent solo careers was also a somewhat difficult concept to grasp. I am glad that they have/had the freedom to pursue music they are most passionate about but there was a ton of toxicity that arose with the division of acts.

The "family" that I once thought of the 1D fandom as was now a mess of divided houses with a particular group putting down the other boys to uplift one as the most superior. I've always been a Harry girl by nature. He was the boy in the group that stood out the most to me. I fell for his gorgeous green eyes, adorable dimples, and offbeat sense of humor. The songs he put his pen to spoke to me the most(even without knowing he wrote them), His raspy baritone was one of the most unique voices I'd ever heard and we shared a love of the same type of music.

Being a just Harry girl felt right. Until it didn't.

I found myself feeling very uncomfortable amongst this new group of "harries" that was emerging with the debut of his solo career. This group consisted of some of us OG 1D stans who were crazy about Harry from the start but the loudest voices were those who never cared about 1D at all and used Harry's success to insult and talk down on the other boys.

Some will probably say I'm being nit-picky or overly sensitive but the vitrol coming from harries was awful. As a Black POC fan, I especially found myself feeling uncomfortable and sometimes unsafe reading some of the racist remarks made about Zayn or the white fans who called black harries "annoying" and "whinny" for attempting to get H to aknowledge the BLM movement.

All of this never really gave me the opportunity to adjust to or even enjoy Harry's solo roll out and I found myself even looking at him funny for the way that his fans were acting. (Not that his fans are a reflection of Harry but a toxic fandom can certainly turn a fan or casual listener off with no wrong doing on the actually artist's part). Interacting with the fandom wasn't fun anymore, it was anxiety inducing and left me feeling awful everytime.

I got seriously ill right before the release of Fine Line and exhausted with everything, I decided to pull the plug on all Harry-related fandom. I couldn't even bring myself to write fics anymore. It was quite the adjustment but I've found that not religiously keeping up with him and the fandom has been better for my mental health. Maybe the Harry fandom has changed(I seriously hope it has) but that unfortunately was my experience.

So why am I back? Well, I think we all know the answer.

Trying to process Liam's death has been difficul and surreal. I don't think any celebrity death has or will ever affect me in this way. There's been a bunch of incredibly insensitive think pieces about his passing and how fans are processing everything. Surely I didn't know Liam personally but having lost a brother at a very young age, I do have a perspecivtive of the pain his family is feeling at the moment which adds a different level to the grief I feel as a fan. However, I think what hits me the hardest is now having all the warm, fuzzy memories of enjoying 1D will now be bittersweet and soiled with the reality that Liam is no longer with us.

There's so much that's been lost here: a son, father, brother, boyfriend, friend bandmate ect and also the fact that 1D will never exist as a full unit anymore. There's the loss of my youth, knowing I'm ten years older than the 18 year old girl who swore I would never get over those five boys.

It's a bittersweet reality to realzie that dispite adult life jading my optimisim, One Direction was never too far from my heart and mind. I still feel the imense joy listening to their music or watching their interviews I felt all those years ago. I still feel that magical spark when reminising about my years stanning the band and the inner teenager in me wants to hold onto every bit I can.

I'm sure I'm not the only 1D stan in that place right now so I decided to bring back my fics for all who enjoyed them. With the recent events and nostalgia, I also find myself coming up with new ideas but I can't promise any active fic writing at the moment. I just don't think I have the time. I will however pick "Crossroads" back up. I think that was some of my best writing and I still thought about that fic years after abandoning it.

I think there's still time for me to fall back in love with Harry but for now, I'll mostly be preserving this space for the nostalgia of 1D. If any of you were writers from this era of 1D fanfic or read some of my fics, I do hope you'll stop by and say hello. I'd love to catch up with some of you all and see how you're doing.

[thesassypadawan]

So Proud *part 2* (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: (Takes place during the filming of ROTS) You’re so proud of Hayden and you feel like words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead. Hope you lovelies enjoy part 1 as well!

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s just a tiny bit of the smut. Oral (Hay receiving) and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: A little something for @jediskywalkerblog!  I really enjoyed writing this, made me feel all warm and spicy!  Hope you like it! ❤️

- You’re so proud of Hayden! It’s not every day that someone so young is cast into a role so big. And here he was smiling, loving each minute he gets to play Anakin.

- Fortunately, you get to not only witness this magical time in his life. You also get to take part, helping him transform into the dashing jedi knight morning after morning.

- You know you tell him constantly how much you are. Which is almost always accompanied by his cheeks turning red and that shy little smile; so cute and yummy. But sometimes you feel that words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead.

- It didn’t take long to figure out how you wanted to do so and an even shorter amount of time to get it all ready. So with a plan in place, you waited patiently for the perfect moment to come along. And that just so happens to be today.

- “All right, people, that’s a wrap! See you all on Monday! Enjoy your weekend off!”

- Wearing a huge grin, he comes jogging over to you. “Hey, angel! You miss me?”

- You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “You know I’ve been here the whole time, Hay,” you giggle, swinging your legs.

- “I do,” he laughs. Reaching up to help you down from the crate you were perched on. The tall one he insisted you use, so you could ‘have a good view of everything’. More like so he could have a good view of you. “I just meant; did you miss spending time with me since lunch?”

- So sweet, so cheesy. Back on solid ground again, you rise up on your tip toes. “When you put it that way.” And place a tiny peck on his cheek. “Then yes, missed you.”

- You watch as that grin grows even bigger, making your heart melt. “Missed you too.”

- Wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close against his side. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Now come on. Let’s get me de-anakinized, so we can go enjoy our weekend together.”

- Doing the same yourself, you give him a playful bump with your hip. “Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

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- Once you finally ‘de-anakinized’ Hayden, you two return to his trailer. Where he, much to his great dismay, is told that he’ll be showering alone.

- It takes everything in you to not cave in and join him. Especially when he gives you that sad, little pout. “But we always do after work.”

- Despite all of this though, you hold your ground. Because, dammit, you worked hard on this plan and you aren’t going to have it derailed now. “I promise to take an extra long one with you tomorrow.”

- Thankfully your counteroffer was enough. “Fine, but I’m holding you to it.” And when you hear the water turn on, you get to work.

- Fixing yourself up a bit, so you no longer look like too much of a hot mess. Tidying and straightening up the bed, because it was still destroyed from last night; opps. And, finally, slipping into a little something. Something that was black and lacey, and he was sure to love.

- Just as you’re finishing up, the bathroom door opens and out steps Hay. All in his wet hair and wearing only a towel around his waist glory.

- Seeing you, a sly smiles spreads across his face. “What’s all this for?”

- Placing a hand on his chest, you guide him back towards the bed. “To show how proud I am of you…all weekend long.”

- Casually you remove the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Before gently pushing him down onto the mattress. “All weekend, huh?”

- Straddling his waist; you lean forward, brushing your lips across his. “Yes, to show you how hardworking you are.”

- You press tender kisses along his jaw. “How you’re so passionate.” Making him shiver, an ‘angel’ falling sweetly from his lips.

- You nip at his neck, teeth barely grazing over his sensitive skin. “So driven.” Making him whimper all cutely, unconsciously tipping his head to the side.

- You glide your tongue across his collarbone. Then slowly trail down to his chest and further after that. Following the lines of his body, along the path of his happy trail. Taking your time to savor every last delicious inch of him. “So caring.” Making him shudder, goosebumps forming in your wake.

- You come to rest between his thighs. Kissing up and down his shaft, licking hungerly at his base. “So proud of you.” Making him let out a breathy moan, fingers tangling in your hair.

- You pause. Gazing up at him lovingly, you whisper. “Never forget that, Hay.” Before wrapping your lips around his drooling tip and sucking harshly. Making him throw back his head, a low hiss escapes him.

- You’re so proud of Hayden! You know you tell him how much constantly, but sometimes you feel that words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead.