#and also it would be cool if y'all stopped TALKING OVER EACH OTHER ALL THE FUCKING TIME
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me taking radiation damage near my family, fully aware that they're despicable to be around because of traits and behaviors we share,
#i'm going to behead someone#just because grandma is hard of hearing and we need to talk loudly for her#doesn't mean you have to YELL every surface level small talk while she tries to communicate with someone else#and also it would be cool if y'all stopped TALKING OVER EACH OTHER ALL THE FUCKING TIME#your braindead quip can be left unsaid you'll survive please let grandma hear when people try to chat with her#i knoooow we're all impulsive and talk loudly and don't articulate as well as we could#i knoooow i'm just as bad as you in other situations#i feel fucking sick i don't know i want to cut off my tongue#do i also make people feel sad and tired around me#i don't know how to stop the sarcastic quips and the talking too much#i want to do better so badly i want to keep the space around me nice and comfortable but i don't know how#i don't know if i even have it in me#broadcasting my misery#vent
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I'm On Fire
no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader
Hungry Hearts masterlist
warnings | 18+ cursing, smut right out of the starting blocks, young joel is a goddamn menace, a little angst as well
wordcount | 8.5K
a/n | thank you all for reading this series, i really loved writing this part and i hope y'all enjoy - as always, drop me a line and tell me what you think. oh also, obviously you should listen to I'm On Fire while reading this. But, if I could offer a non-Bruce song (blasphemy, I know) for your listening-while-reading pleasure, it would be Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams, it is so goddamn Cherry-coded. Okay, that's all, thank you for reading.
(gif by @santigarcia)
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“Hmm.”
“Cher.” His lips against the bare wing of her shoulder blade, his fingers curling around the sheet to pull it down over her ass, his palm stopping on the curve before slipping up and along the slope of her spine, all the way to the nape of her neck.
“Hmm?” His lips right at the shell of her ear, the whole heat of him draped over her prone body. She can already feel his cock smearing pearled pleasure against her low back.
“We gotta get up.” A kiss to the side of her neck, just under her jaw. She still doesn’t move, keeping her nose buried in his pillow and breathing so deeply it’s just him in her lungs. Sweat and salt and him.
“No we don’t.” His nose skates down the center of her spine, the loss of his presence making her shiver under the weak breeze of the box fan in his window, still morning, still cool before the heat starts to creep in.
“It’s Sunday.” He coaxes her legs apart, completely limp in his hands, so he can settle between them, his palms finding her hips and hitching them up in the air ever so slightly.
“Amen.” His laugh washes over her, still wet, still tender from last night, now spread open for him.
“We gotta get to church.” A kiss to where her thigh meets the crease of her ass, one on each side before his palms spread her open even more, her whole body clenching in anticipation.
“I’m not going.” She tries to keep her voice steady when he noses through her swollen cunt, lips finding her clit in a soft suckle, but her words come out a bit breathless anyways, her face still pressed into his pillow.
“No? Not going?” He speaks with his mouth still so close that she can feel the low thrum of it in her pelvis, resisting the urge to buck her hips back to seek out more of that burn.
“Nope.” He does it again, letting his jaw go slack and putting the open heat of his mouth flat over her cunt, tongue dragging heavy and straight through her. She wonders if he can taste himself, still slipping out of her, still a bit sore, so she blindly reaches back, finding the crown of his head and tugging. A low mumble, need it gentle, need it slow, because we weren’t either of those things last night.
“We have to go, Cherry. People will talk.” His palm wide over her ass, he uses his thumb to keep her spread for him, dipping his tongue into her clenching hole, kissing it better. Always aching, always dripping, always so blisteringly ready for him. She starts to hum into his pillow.
“Don’t care.” She cries out when he slips two fingers inside her, too much, tears with how too much it is, though she still rocks back against his hand when he slowly pumps deeper.
“Tough girl doesn’t care, huh?” She’s starting to sweat, spit pooling under her tongue, open mouthed and dripping onto his pillow in a silent whine when he crooks his fingers against that spot, that spot he likes to tease and toy with so much, that spot that would’ve had her leg kicking out behind her if his other hand didn’t have a firm grip around her thigh to keep her on her knees, her hips up high and quivering.
“None of them matter.” He works her until she’s starting to twitch with it, broken little sounds in the back of her throat that turn into a dejected sigh when he pulls away, leaving his hand on the small of her back, the slick coating his fingers cooling and sticking against her skin.
“That right?” Not gone for long, she preens when she feels the thick heat of his cock slip through her aching cunt, her spine stretching out long and languid, a perfect arc that he curls over as he splits her open. It hurts, good hurt, stretching hurt, her eyes scrunching shut, so sensitive still. He shushes her groans, pressing his lips to her temple, coaxing her face to turn and seek out his in a kiss that tastes like herself, her eyes still closed tight.
“Uh-huh.” He doesn’t really pull out, just ruts his hips deeper and deeper against the curve of her ass and it’s so much, so early, all she can do is take it, slack and simmering at the same time.
“Do I matter, Cher?” One hand pressed against her belly, palm splayed out over softness, the other wrapping around her torso, palming the weight of her breast as he hoists her up against his chest, limbless and keening in his grip, her head falling back on his shoulder.
“So much.” He holds her, suspended, strung and taut in his hands as he fucks up into her, his nose dragging along the line of her jaw.
“So much?” It’s all she can do to reach her hand back and grip his ass, that tight clench of muscle as he grinds his hips against hers. His hand that had been clutching her breast drags up to rest over the front of her throat, thumb and forefinger framing her jaw to tilt her head toward him, a silent ask that she obliges, her eyes finally slipping open to look at him.
“The most.” Good morning, what a sight. His hair sticking up all which ways, sleep still heavy and dark around his eyes, his lips parted and shiny with her and the quick pink of his tongue. His fingers pinch at her jaw, opening her up for him to lick into her mouth. He mouths at her like he’s trying to swallow up the high little cries he keeps punching out of her with the way he’s keeping her so full of him, throbbing and dripping down her thighs. And it still hurts, still fucked out, raw and red and reeling, but this is all she wants lately, to have him so deep that she knows she’ll be thinking about him for the rest of the day.
“Just want one, Cher. Then we gotta– fuck– gotta get to church because we-we’re both going to hell at this rate.” That makes her laugh into his mouth, Joel cursing low when her cunt clenches around him, a brutal drag.
“You and me, baby.” She knows exactly what she’s doing by saying that, that little word that seems to make his brain fry. She saves it, rations it, only letting it slip up her throat on spare occasions so he doesn’t get too accustomed to it, so he still reacts like he does now, his eyes scrunching shut, pained pleasure, and his hips snapping against her ass a little harder. His hand slips a little lower from where it was splayed against her stomach, finding her clit in a greedy swirl. And it isn’t long before her spine is stringing so tight that the stick of her skin pulls away from his chest, a sharp gasp of his name before everything turns liquid.
Even as he continues to fuck into her, he’s gentle, so gentle guiding her down in her slump back onto her stomach, holding her hips up with his hands curled around her waist. His warmth starts to spread inside her with a quiet groan, hips close and jolting against her, his face pressed between her shoulder blades before he slackens on top of her entirely. She likes the weight of him, the whole body press down into his mattress, pushed and pulled by his breath battering against hers in their ribs. Always missing it when he presses his palms into the mattress to lift his torso up and off of her, still inside her, starting to soften and spill. He traces a finger from the side of her cheekbone along the curve of her ear, a silent ask that makes her turn her face to the side so he can dip down and find her mouth with his.
“For the record, I don’t wanna go either.” Another kiss, just a quick, smacking thing before he rolls over beside her, flopping down onto his back and dragging his hand through his muss of hair.
“I know.” She props up on her elbow, her cheek in her hand so she can look at him, reaching out because she can, letting her thumb slide gently beneath his lashes because she can, his cheek rounding under her ministrations.
“Ma would throttle me if I didn’t.” He tilts his chin up, lips to the pad of her thumb, and then teeth just to get a laugh out of her.
“I know.” Said on a long sigh as she finally turns over and sits up in bed, Joel’s palm immediately finding her spine, running the length of it, fingers curling over her shoulder at the top before slipping back down.
“And your parents, well.” He doesn’t finish the thought, well coming out long and low on an exhale. She silently thanks him for not finishing the thought, looking at him over her shoulder, small smile before she gets out of bed, his eyes trailing her bare body as she shuffles around the room, the remnants of him already starting to slick down her thighs. His hands are crossed behind his head, young muscles tensing in his arms, suddenly seemingly content to stay splayed in bed while she puts on the dress she had packed last night for church. Her parents think that she’s sleeping over at Lisa-Anne’s house. She’s been sleeping over at Lisa-Anne’s house a lot lately.
“C’mere, Cherry baby.” She ignores him, padding into his bathroom and running her fingers back through her hair a few times, good enough. Joel has turned over onto his side to watch, a low rasp of singing that she has to roll her eyes at.
Cherryyyyyy, cherry baby
Mmm, you look so fine
I’m gonna make you miiiine
“That’s not even how the lyrics go.”
“No?”
“No.” She knows that she’ll break if she actually looks at him, so she keeps her eyes pointedly focused on slipping the kitten heels her mother insisted on getting her for church onto her feet while Joel huffs at her cold shoulder.
“Come teach them to me then, Cherry baby.” She finally breaks, and of course he’s smiling, his dimple deep and endearing and annoying.
“Joel, get up. You’re the one that was so worried about being late to church.” He scoffs, slumping back down into the sheets with all the drama of a swooning maiden. She’s going to have to use a different tactic.
“I’ll do that thing you like so much later if you get dressed right now.” His whole torso shoots back up at that, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“Today?”
“This afternoon, yeah, after we atone for our sins.” He’s already up and stumbling into the bathroom, his bare ass giving her quite the show.
They drive separate, of course, and they’re both still ten minutes late to church.
…
She’s on the phone when she answers the door, her eyes lighting up, big smile even as she keeps talking, tilting her chin to welcome him into the front hallway.
“Well, I don’t have twenty thousand more words for you yet, and since when are we on some insane time crunch anyways?” He can’t help smiling watching her, pacing a little back and forth, a deep pull to her brow as she fires off sharp words down the line.
“Look, I can’t tell you when it’s going to be done, you know I don’t work like that.” She holds up her finger to him, mouthing one minute. He nods, staying right where he is as she pads further into the house, still muttering into her phone. His eyes start to wander, looking into what must be the living room off to his right, awash in full light from the large windows in the front. To his left is a staircase, pictures already hanging along the hall opposite it. Mostly of her and Ellie, one sending a particular pang though his chest. It’s her holding what must have been Ellie as a toddler, all bundled up, her tiny cheek pressed against Cherry’s, rounded with smiles. They’re standing in front of a huge Christmas tree, that one they put up every year in New York, he recognizes. Cherry couldn’t be more than twenty-four, maybe twenty-five in the picture, still so young.
“What’re you doing here?” He whips around to see Ellie coming down the stairs, death glare in fine form this morning as she comes to stand in front of him with her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.
“I’m gonna be fixing the porch.”
“That better be all you’re fixing, old man.” Absolutely no clue how to respond to that, and luckily he doesn’t need to because Cherry is coming back down the hall, no phone in hand this time.
“Hey, babe, carpool is gonna be here soon, have you had something to eat yet?” He feels like he shouldn’t get to see this, their quiet rush of a morning routine, Cherry already flitting away into what he assumes is the kitchen as Ellie groans that she isn’t hungry this early, Cherry back just as quick with a banana and a just humor me, please when she hands it to the kid. And then the phone rings again and Cherry groans, quick kiss to Ellie’s forehead which she scoffs and squirms out from under as Cherry darts back down the hall to pick up whoever is calling. Ellie meanwhile shoulders on a backpack and opens the front door, but not without turning around to shoot Joel one more look.
“I’m watching you, old man. Even when I’m not, I am.” She points a sharp finger at him, though he has no time to respond to that either, Ellie shouting a quick love you, mom down the hall which is easily answered by Cherry’s love you, babe, have fun before the kid is out the door with a hard slam. Joel already feels exhausted, and he’s only been here for all of five minutes.
He decides that it’s okay to shuffle a little further into the house, following the sound of Cherry’s voice, still rattling off rapid fire to whoever she’s talking to on the phone. He hovers just in the doorway of what he assumes must be her office, sparsely furnished, just a desk with one of those fancy new Apple desktops on it and a slew of pens and notebooks surrounding it. Still a tall stack of boxes in one corner, though there’s already a shelf built and packed with books along the wall.
“No, no, no, we tried to get her to do the cover art for the last one, and it was a complete fucking mess. I don’t– why are we even talking about this? The book is nowhere near finished yet– this is actually ridiculous. You know what the best thing you could do for me right now is? Leave me alone so maybe I can actually get some work done. Okay? Great, thanks so much, bye.” He winces at how hard she shuts her cell phone. But when she turns around to look at him, the scowl on her face melts into more of a resigned grimace.
“Sorry about that.”
“If it’s a bad time, Cher, I can come back another day.” She’s breezing right past him, always at a clipped pace it seems, and all he can think is that he should probably be following behind her and into the kitchen, so he does, albeit a little tentatively, not wanting to disrupt whatever warpath she seems to be on.
“No, it’s a perfect time, I swear, I will throw my phone in the garbage disposal if anyone else calls me.” She has a hand held up, as if she’s trying to remember something and pointing one finger into the air will help, her eyes scrunched shut. Honestly, she looks completely fritzed, taking a few steps toward the refrigerator, then seeming to change her mind and walk back over to him where he’s standing in the doorway.
“Right, the porch, sorry, let me just get my brain out of my editor’s ass and–” He cuts her off with a hand on her bicep, easy, friendly. He can do friendly.
“Cher, really, it’s okay, I have all day.” She finally seems to take a breath that makes it past her throat, that frantic tilt in her eyes already starting to smooth.
“Is Sarah’s team doing the whole bonding thing today too?” He nods, sharing a quick smile with her, and then remembering that no, not friendly to just keep his hand on her bicep and no, there is no non-awkward way to retract his hand, though he does his best.
“So the porch, what am I working with here?” She leads him out to the backdoor and he finds that he’s working with exactly what she described. The planks are all rotten, pock-marked and fraying, a complete hazard. He doesn’t even try to walk on it, it's that bad.
“Well, what do you think?” She says it with the corner of her thumbnail worrying between her teeth, leaning in the doorframe beside him.
“I think you’re gonna need a whole new porch, Cher. Just looking at it, I can tell you right now that none of this is safe to salvage.”
“That sounds expensive.” Not for you, he’d like to say. Not anything for you. But he can’t say that because then she’d never let him do it in the first place.
“Nah, it’s easy stuff. Maybe a few days, but really, not major at all.” Her eyes scan out over the porch, and he can practically see the gears turning in her head.
“How much do you think, altogether?”
“Uh, well–”
“Joel, no.”
“What no?”
“No, I know what you’re doing, and I’m not gonna let you undersell your work just because it’s me.”
“Friends and family discount, Cher.” There is no friends and family discount. His uncle asked them to build a new addition to his house last year and the Miller brothers were happy to charge him full price, just good business.
“I want you to tell me how much it would be if I was just some random person that hired you.” If it gets her to drop it, he’ll indulge it, he’ll just leave out the fact that he’s never going to accept a single dime of it.
“Well there’s the cost of materials and labor to consider. I could probably get this done over three or four days. You’d be looking at anywhere from four to maybe six thousand dollars.” She nods, working her jaw as she squints out at the porch again before finally holding her hand out to him, though it takes him a beat to realize that she’s looking for a shake.
“Alright, sounds like a deal. And I will be paying full price, just so you know. I’ll send the check to Tommy if I have to.” He’s still holding her hand in a ridiculous shake, nodding along even though he’d throttle Tommy if she really did that.
“Whatever you say, Cher. So am I good to go ahead and get to work out there?”
“Yes, yeah, absolutely, it’s all yours to have at it–” She’s cut off by the sound of her phone ringing in the other room, her whole face scrunching up at the sound.
“Sorry, I just– well, you know your way around the house, right?” She’s already shuffling down the hall toward her office.
“Yeah, I think I can manage, don’t worry about it, Cher.” Her phone is still ringing as she leans out of the doorway of her office, smiling at him, all apologetic.
“Thank you, so fucking much. If you need anything I will most likely be in here for the rest of the day.” She slams the door behind her, and he figures that’s where Ellie gets it from.
…
She almost didn’t return to the auto shop, wan and worn out from what being ten minutes late to church got her, a sharp look from her mother when she slid into the pew next to her, the least of hers worries when she got home after the service. Her parents, so hell-bent on everything being prim and perfect and in its right place, and god forbid anything ever be not that. Nothing prim and perfect about it, really.
She parks at the back of the shop, her usual spot, a quick swipe of her knuckles under both of her eyes, sniff, a bit stiff. She can’t believe that after all this time, this stuff still manages to make her cry. She wishes that it didn’t.
He’s finishing up for the day. She always comes around just when he’s punching out, hovering around the front office, usually a little giddy with it. But tonight she only feels a tired anticipation, trying to get herself ready to be okay for him, when really all she wants is to lay down and be very still for a few hours. She can’t do that though, because he’s there, covered in grease with his ball cap hanging out of the backpocket of his coveralls, all smiles when he sees her through the window of the front office looking in on the garage, laughing and getting ribbed by the other men he works with when he sends her a little wave. She waves back, trying to make a smile happen, though she sees that it looks more like a wince in the reflection of the window. But then he’s really there, coming through the front office, keeping his hands to himself when he smacks a quick kiss to her cheek on his way to the sink to wash up, his neck craned to look at her even as he does. And he’s singing again, and she doesn’t know why, but it’s making her throat curl up tight and hot with tears all over.
Cherryyyyy, cherry baby
Cherryyyy, can you come out tonight
She blinks hard to hold back the salt, trying to make another smile happen as he walks over to her, taking her bag from her shoulder into his hand. And she knows he knows that something isn’t quite right, his brows falling, a barely there question that she’s grateful he doesn’t ask, tugging on her hand to lead her up the back stairs to his apartment above the shop.
“Just gonna get a quick shower, but then I’m all yours.” A small kiss to her lips, she just nods, worried that her voice will give her away, so quick to fall apart under his gaze. While he cleans up in the bathroom, she sits down on the edge of his bed, steepling her hands along her temples, her elbows resting on her knees. It’s a small thing of an apartment, one room, a bed in one corner, and what could be called a kitchen in the other, counter and refrigerator and an ancient looking stove. A small table with two chairs tucked into another corner, and a dresser she knows came directly from his childhood bedroom in the other. The simplicity is soothing to the dull throb settling under her skull.
The shower squeaks off and she hates that she takes a deep breath as if to brace herself for his presence again. He’s quiet padding out of the bathroom, she only feels the slight dip of the mattress as he crawls up behind her, the smell of that irish spring soap he uses washing heady and heavy over her mind when he presses a kiss to the top of her shoulder.
“What’s going on, Cher?” It always shocks her, how quiet he can get, usually all brass and brash, and it certainly doesn’t help the whole not crying thing either.
“I know I said– this morning– um, I know I said that I’d– that I would–” Her fists are clenched so tight in her lap that she thinks her fingernails might break skin, trying and failing to get the words out before the flood comes. But Joel is already springing into action, coming to sit next to her on the edge of the bed, nothing but a towel around his hips, collecting both of her hands in his, unfurling them in his.
“Hey, hey, what’s– what is it? What’s wrong?” Just a few, enough for her vision to start to cloud with them, though she can still see the way he ducks his head down to catch her gaze, his brow crumpled and a deep frown pulling at his lips. She takes one of her hands from his to pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to cut off the tears before they can really start falling.
“I think I’m just tired. I’m sorry, Joel. Would it be okay if we, um, if we just–” He squeezes her hand, a relief in its quiet reassurance.
“Why don’t we just lay down, Cher, huh? It’s too hot out for anything else anyways.” She mumbles a warbly okay, but he’s already up and rummaging through his dresser, pulling on a pair of boxers before digging out a shirt for her as well, because she’s still in the stupid dress from this morning, only now realizing how badly she’d like to claw it off right now.
Finally, they settle down around each other on the mattress, only the sparsest of clothing, the sheets kicked off the end so they can stay close even with the humid warmth in the air. And after dozing for an hour or two like that, letting that thick crush of tears dissolve itself with her cheek smushed against his bare chest, she lifts her head up to meet his half-shut eyes.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, Cher.”
“Do you ever think about leaving?” He drags his finger down the line of her nose, then back up and over the arc of her eyebrow, idle and easy.
“You mean– like leaving town?”
“Yeah, getting out of here.”
“Sometimes, a lot less than you do, I bet.”
“Sometimes it seems like it’s all I think about.” Joel lets out a long sigh at her words, his finger continuing a random path along her jaw, over her bottom lip, mismatched mapping.
“I know it is, Cher.”
“Do you think I could do it? Just not come back?”
“I know you could. Go and be a big time writer and all that.”
“You could too, you know.” Joel snorts, and she brings her palm down on his chest, a small don’t.
“Yeah right.”
“You could. There’s auto shops in the big cities too, Joel.”
“I don’t wanna work in an auto shop for the rest of my life, Cher.”
“What do you wanna do?”
“I’m still figuring that out.” She hums, pressing a kiss to his chest, her bare legs shifting in their tangle with his.
“Would you do it with me?” It comes out, bubbles up from her chest before she can stop it. And she only realizes how badly she wants it after she has asked it. How quickly this has turned into the only thing she wants, her mind finally catching up with everything else. How somewhere along the way, nothing serious, just for the summer, became something else entirely.
“Do what?”
“Leave and not come back, with me.”
“Cherry.” Said long and low, like don’t tease, not this, please don’t. It makes her sit up a bit more so she can fully look at him..
“I’m serious, Joel.” Yes, she thinks, she is really, really serious about this. So serious about this it feels like her heart might split at the seams if he tells her anything other than yes. Joel still looks skeptical, unsure, his head tilted and his brow furrowed up at her.
“Like, now?”
“No, at the end of the summer, two weeks from now. Just come with me when I go back to college.”
“And what, Cher? You’re gonna tuck me away in your dorm room or something?” She hates that now is the time he chooses to be such the pragmatist, frustrated heat creeping up her throat as she lets her nails scratch lightly against his chest, as if she might be able to coax something else out from behind his ribs.
“We’ll get an apartment. I’m eligible to work as a TA next year, and you’ll find work too and then– and then I only have two more years left of school and–”
“Are you really serious about this?” He has finally sat up with her, stopping her ramble into the future with his palm cupping her cheek.
“I’m so serious, Joel.”
“We’d be dirt poor.”
“Probably.”
“We’d probably kill each other after a month of living together.”
“It’s possible.”
“Goddamn it, why am I actually considering this?” That makes a laugh burst from her chest, her smile curling against his, her forehead pressed against his.
“Just say that you will, Joel, please.” He takes a kiss from her, then another, then another until there’s no space between them, mouths moving mouths and sighs being swallowed and his hands coaxing her into his lap, holding her as close as he can.
“You really want to do that– with me?” There it is, that smallness, that youngness, his eyes wide and rounded and looking at her and only her. Asking for something, anything from her. She gives him only the truth in return.
“I wouldn’t want to leave with anyone else but you.”
…
It’s impossibly hot out, humid too, and by the time one o’clock rolls around, he’s doing less actual work and more swiping away sweat before it drips into his eyes. Though he’s pleased with the progress he’s made, having already broken down the dilapidated porch, a huge pile of scrap wood all that remains of it, not much more to do now until he gets the materials needed to start building.
“Cher?” He knocks on her office door, still shut, and he reckons it’s been shut since she slammed it earlier that morning. He thinks that he can hear the faint sound of typing, a small curl of guilt in his gut that he’s interrupting, but he knocks again, a little louder, the typing coming to an abrupt stop.
“Hey, how’s it going out there?” She’s wearing glasses, thick, square frames that hang low on her nose, peering at him over the top of them. It stops his mind short for a moment, something new that he tries to quickly tuck away, but she still seems to catch his stuttered moment, her smile turning slanted as she pushes the glasses up and into her hair.
“Readers, can you believe that? I’m not even forty and I need readers. My doctor says it’s because I press my face too close to the screen while I’m writing, so chalk it up to occupational hazard I guess.” That makes him smile with a quick string of memories, her when they were kids, curled over her notebook with her nose pressed right alongside the quick scrawl of her pencil. Maybe not so new then.
“Reckon I’ll need them soon too.”
“Well, I’ll give you a pair of mine when you do, I have about a dozen of them scattered in various places around the house.” She sighs, a glance over her shoulder to her computer, screen still on, mouse still blinking, and he remembers what he actually came to bother her for.
“Just wanted to let you know that the old porch is all broken down. I’ll have one of the guys come by and pick up all the scrap in a day or two. Next step will be you deciding on what kind of wood you want the new one built with.”
“Oh wow, you moved fast, huh?” He palms the back of his neck, just a bit bashful under her wide eyes and small praise. But then he realizes that he just showed her the huge sweat stain under the arm of his t-shirt, quickly dropping his arm back down with a shrug.
“It’s nothing, Cher, that wood was so rotten most of the work was already done for me.”
“Thank you anyways, seriously, I– oh shit, is it really one already?” He realizes that she’s looking over his shoulder at a clock hanging on the wall outside her office, another long sigh deflating her shoulders.
“I can’t believe you’ve been working this whole time, Joel. Jesus, it’s so hot out– here–” She’s already on the move, and he just barely keeps up on her heels and into the kitchen. Whatever this is, this frantic and flighty energy, it’s definitely new. His protests fall on deaf ears as she bangs and barges around the kitchen, filling a glass with ice and water and–
“We don’t have much to eat, and I know you aren’t exactly interested in tofu but–”
“Cher–”
“There’s a new sandwich place that I saw opened down the street? I forget the name but I could–”
“Cher, I–”
“I always have eggs in the fridge, not exactly lunch but–”
“Cherry.” Just enough volume, enough firmness for her to stop in her tracks, still that flustered look on her face, and it confirms what he had suspected.
“Are you– are you nervous about something?” Another long sigh, the tense lift of her brow slackening as she hands him the glass of water, finally slowing down.
“Do you want the truth?” He can’t help the short bark of laughter that comes out at her question, though she seems dead serious, looking up at him from under a rather timid pout.
“I’d prefer it, yeah.”
“It’s gonna sound stupid.”
“Try me, Cher.” She rounds the kitchen counter to stand in front of him. He swears his heart jumps and jolts into his throat when she picks up one of his hands in both of hers, turning over his palm. He doesn’t dare move, not a muscle, watching the way her lashes drop down to her cheeks from the way she keeps her eyes focused on his hand.
“Well, I– oh, you have a splinter in your palm.” He is so completely uninterested in the fact that there’s a splinter in his palm right now, willing her to get back to whatever track she was just on, but she’s already tugging him by his hand through the house and up the stairs and into a bedroom, her bedroom, he thinks, and finally into her bathroom. And there’s no real thought formed in his mind as he watches her rummage in her medicine cabinet for tweezers, just that tightness in his throat and the strange kick in his chest.
“Alright, quick pinch.” Something that a mother would say, his eyes prick with it, and not because of the swift pull of the splinter coming out of his palm. And she’s so close, her chin tucked down to look at his hand, her forehead almost grazing his. And her hand that isn’t daubing disinfectant into his palm is cupped so lightly beneath his own, her thumb stroking along the side of his. A small whisper of that’s better, though he doesn’t let her flit away when she’s finished, turning his hand to lace his fingers with hers. Her eyes stay focused on their hands, but he ducks his head down to finally catch her gaze.
“Now what’s got you so nervous, Cher?” Quiet, something that she taught him how to do first, before Sarah did. How quiet he could be for her, and what a gift it was.
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes, Joel, you.”
“What did I do?” The small curl of a smile, somewhere in the sway his forehead has pressed against hers so he can feel the ghost of that curve against his own.
“You’re here, in my house.”
“Do you want me to leave?” So light, so barely, her nose brushing along the line of his. His eyes flutter shut with the sigh she lets out.
“No, I very much do not want you to leave.” A fleeting thought, how easy this was two decades ago. How easy it was to reach out for her and now, now it takes every strung snap of his heart pulling and pulsing to close that space. But when he does, the world doesn't stop spinning, there is no orchestral swell. In fact, he can hear a car alarm going off outside. And it isn’t exactly good either, because the moment his lips brush hers, she is just as soon jerking her head away, a quiet curse in the back of her throat. Not exactly the reaction he was looking for.
“Shit, Cher, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”
“No, no, that one is on me. I just– could you– could we–” She takes another deep breath, like she’s trying to stop herself from tripping over any more words. He’s happy to fill in the rest for her.
“Try again?”
“Yeah, please.”
This time, he thinks it through a bit more. He brings his hand that isn’t held in hers to the side of her neck, his fingers curling around her nape, something steady to smooth out her fret. Nothing like this, not in years, though he wills himself to remember. A small one to the corner of her mouth, still an out, a chance to decide that no, big mistake, because if this goes any further, he doesn’t know if he could take no without falling to pieces. But she doesn’t pull away this time, her palm coming to splay against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his t-shirt, the smallest tug to come closer.
The next one is good. The next one is a shared sigh, a yes, please, this. Missed this. Missed the soft puff of her breath against his mouth before pressing his lips to hers. Missed that sound, that broken little thing in the back of her throat when he slips his tongue along her bottom lip. Missed the way her jaw hinges, opening up to him easy. Yes, he thinks, this feels easy. Like they never stopped.
Neither of them speak, silent understanding in the shuffle of their feet, knees bumping into each other as they stumble out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. He should be more careful, he should be less greedy. He should, but. But she’s here, and she’s pressing the perfect length of her body against his, and she keeps kissing him, surprising him when she pulls away only to put her lips in that one patch of his beard that has never grown right, holding her mouth there like yes, she has always been right there.
So he grows greedy with it, his hands almost unsure of where they would like to start first. Her hips, holding the frame of them, feeling that presence before his palms slip up under the hem of her t-shirt, warm skin and the notches of her spine, known and unknown at the same time. And he thinks to himself that it must be a New York thing, this no bra streak she seems to be on, but he’s happy for it, makes it easier for his palms to spread out over the planes of her shoulder blades, the fragile flutter of bone and muscle as she circles her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers slip under the neck of his t-shirt, seeking out skin the same as him, and suddenly that little worry, that little fear creeps in. He could excuse it as insecurity, that would be easiest, so he does.
“Cher, I– I’ve been working all morning and I’m pretty sure I smell and–” The words fizzle out in his throat when her nails scratch along his shoulder blades, holding him in place as she noses along the line of his neck, her lips coming to rest just beneath the hinge of his jaw. Still surprising him, she ducks her head down, pressing her face into his chest, an inhale that feels deeper from the rise and fall of it against where his palms are still splayed on her back.
“Joel, I really don’t give a fuck about that.” No, no retreat, not now, her small nod enough for him to take a little more, to keep going. She wants this too. Wants him too. And maybe, maybe she never stopped. Because she’s moving like him, desperate like him, searching like him, so maybe like him, she never stopped.
Each article of clothing is asked after. Is this okay? Yes, please, yes. Still okay? Yes, still okay, please, yes. Until she’s bare and so is he, and it’s the same, and it’s so very different. His palm settles wide over her stomach, fingers slipping down along the dark scar just over her pelvis, her breath tensing and catching there as he does.
“Ellie was a c-section.” She says it shy, her eyes focused on where her hand is curled around his bicep.
“That right?”
“Hmm, nothing ever easy with that one.” He smiles against her temple, his palm dragging up, settling at the curve of her breast, earning a laugh from her when he squeezes just a little mean. Up even further, to her shoulder, to that tattoo, that blooming branch of a cherry tree.
“When, Cher?”
“Three years ago, and this one–” She pulls his hand down the side of her body, all the way to her thigh where the bundle of chrysanthemums is inked.
“Two years ago.” He likes that it was so recent. The small, childish part of his brain does, at least. That she was still thinking about it, that she wanted to keep thinking about it. Something big and proud pressing against his ribs, just so to make him bold enough to coax her back and down onto her bed.
He keeps his palm on the chrysanthemums, only removing it once he has settled on his stomach between her legs, quickly replaced by the open heat of his mouth, dragging along each dark bloom.
“You’re bigger, Joel.” His first instinct is to turn sheepish under her gaze, nearly ready to tell her that actually, he’s doing Atkins. But then he gets a better look at her expression, the heavy droop of her eyes and the soft, small part of her lips. And she’s looking at him, all at him. He puffs up with that look, coaxing her thighs over his shoulders, only wanting it to ache a little with how wide he has her spread open.
“Can I?”
“Please.” All the nerves he remembers from two decades ago, anxious to do it right, to make it right for her. Though that’s tempered beneath the throbbing want he feels, no room to be bashful when he’s hurting so bad for it. And no room to be precious about it either, dragging the flat of his tongue through her cunt, a groan already crackling in the back of his throat when she says his name like a sigh, long and languoring. He stills remembers her fingers in his hair, and he can’t help the way his eyes flick up to her face, brow pulled down deep and wanting, trying to ask for it without having to as he sucks and laps at her clit. And when he pulls his mouth away enough to spit on her swollen sex, only to chase right after it with his tongue, pressing into her clenching entrance with his jaw dropped and heavy, she finally gives him what he wants, her fingers threading through his hair to cup the back of his head. A light tug, always in charge.
“Like that– so good like that– fuck.” That’s another thing he’s noticed, a new habit she must have picked up along the way, her words a little crasser, a little more swearing mixing with everything else. It both shocks and delights him that her bite got bigger through the years.
His hips have started to jolt into the mattress like a damn teenager, but he can’t help it, not when he’s watching the way the tendons in her neck arch and jump as he slides one finger into her cunt, quickly followed by a second when she preens more, please, more. He rests his cheek on her thigh, a kiss to the crease of her hip as he fucks her open on his fingers, that close curl he remembers her liking making her stomach clench and her back arch.
“Look at me, Cher, please.” It feels more like a need than a want, to have her eyes on him, to make this real, and he’ll beg for it if he has to, but her eyes are already cracking open, still half-shut, the downturned fan of her lashes barely lifting. But she’s looking at him, her lips parting as she watches him press his mouth over her clit, holding steady swirling heat and pressure, chasing down her pleasure for her.
“Baby– I want– I want– I–” He didn’t know he was waiting to hear that, how badly he wanted to hear that, has been wanting to hear that. And now it’s all he wants, that word, from her, over and over and over. He smooths his other palm out over her pelvis, holding her steady even when she tries to curl back into the mattress, away from the insistent press of his fingers and the heat of his mouth.
“Say that again, Cherry. I’ll give you everything you want if you just say that again for me.” Her head is tilted to the side, her ear almost on her shoulder as she looks down at him, her face crumpled somewhere between hurt and want. But it smooths out all at once, and he knows she knows, an I got you in the small smugness of her slanted smile.
“Baby, you’re gonna make me come.”
“Who is, Cher?” His words slur hot and heavy over her clit, and he can feel the muscles in her stomach jump beneath his palm.
“You–” She cuts herself off with a stuttered whine when he lets his fingers stretch and curl inside her, though she continues on a drawn exhale youyouyouyou.
“Close?” He doesn’t need to ask it, he can feel it in the way she’s clenching around his fingers, in the way her slick is smearing against the inside of her thighs, against his scruff.
“Uh-huh.”
“You want it?” Another uh-huh and a jerky nod, her fingers curling tighter in his hair and her heel slipping down his back, digging into muscle as he takes and takes and takes.
“It’s yours, Cher. Take it, it’s all yours.” She does, perfectly, with his name small and nearly soundless in her throat, her whole body curling up tight around him before going limp, slackening slow. Just a weak pull of her fingers in his hair and a mumbled come here, please, come here, to coax him up the length of her body.
His cock rests hard and aching against the crease of her thigh, and he hasn’t wanted something so badly, so entirely, in a very long time. She rests her hand on his chest, letting her nails graze down his front, particular attention paid to his stomach, something that makes him grumble, though she’s smiling as she does it, eyes crinkling up. Smiling like that, here with him like that, all he can do to duck down to make sure that it’s real with his mouth against hers.
And no, he thinks, they’re definitely not doing this in the right order. Probably should have had a healthy, adult conversation. Probably should have done a lot of things differently before ending up like this. But she moves so good for him, and he hopes he can for her too, his hand curling around the back of her knee to hitch it against his hip, opening her up as his cock drags heavy and wanting through her swollen cunt. No words when he presses his hips forward, to the very end of her, just open mouths breathing each other in, and stillness that makes his head spin in the impossible heat of her.
“Cher, I– been a little while for me and I don’t– I’m sorry– I don’t think–” Soothing, her palm brushing back his hair from his face, drawing his eyes to hers and she’s still smiling. Not mirthful or mocking, just presence, just feeling it too, her other palm smoothing circles along his shoulders.
“It’s okay, Joel, just let me feel you. That’s all I want.” He can’t help the sound that skitters up his throat at her words, something broken and small, because she just keeps looking at him, eyes wide and reassuring, still brushing her hand back through his hair, taking care as he falls apart for her. And it’s devastating when he finally moves, a full tilt unraveling as they both let out sharp breaths, her spine curling off the mattress when he thrusts forward again.
They take it slow but strong, each press of his hips driving them further up the mattress until he has to curl his forearm around the crown of her head to keep her from jolting into the headboard. And he was right, it has been a while, and it’s her, and he’s already embarrassingly gone. And it doesn’t help that she’s murmuring in his ear all the while, that it’s okay, just want you, Joel, just want this, just give it to me, I want it.
He comes with his hips bruisingly pressed against hers, with her whispered praises swirling around in his skull, and with his heart beating so hard he thinks his ribs might break with the ache of it.
“You’re perfect, Cher. Nothing like this, ever. Just you.” The words don’t make much sense to him coming out, his mouth pressed over her sternum as he speaks. He just knows he means them, softening slow inside her, half a mind to apologize for thinking with his dick, but judging by the way her ankle is still hooked around his waist, holding him close, he doesn’t think she minds.
And no, he thinks, this doesn’t solve any of their problems. So much that still needs to be said and understood and relearned. So much that needs to be sorry, so sorry. Two decades worth of sorry. But right now, she’s dragging her fingers through his scruff to pull his face to hers and she’s kissing him, and her chest is sticking to his with their sweat.
“Missed you.” He’s not sure if he heard it right, mumbled out against his chin. Such a small sentiment to span all that time.
“Missed you too, Cher.”
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hi there chris! since the new year is approaching rapidly, i wanted to ask my favorite creators (that includes you! i love your art!) how they look back on their 2023 tumblr year and which blogs made them happy to be here. i am very happy to follow you and hope you'll have a great 2024! 💘
Hiiii omg this is so sweet and means a lot to me, thank you! 🥺💕
I've been meaning to do a little end-of-the-year shoutout/love post for some of my favorite blogs, so I hope you don't mind if I use your ask as the perfect excuse!
I've had many fun years on tumblr, but this one has been extra special. Falling into the Good Omens fandom and meeting all of you amazing people has made this year so so SO much better than it otherwise would have been, so here are some special shoutouts (apologies, I'm sure this will get long, things like this tend to get away from me, so I'll put it under a read-more)
@majortomyourcurcuitsdead SASHA can you believe I was going to just send you an anon telling you that I think you're cool and leave it at that. Can you believe it. WELL thank Somebody you had your anon turned off and I had to expose myself in your dms because it feels like we just instantly connected about like 20 different things and haven't stopped talking since sskjdfhs anyway I'm so happy I met you you're so fun and so clever and so talented and so enthusiastic and I've only known you for like. What 2 months?? Ish? But I already love you so much <3
@lineffability !!! Line you are so *struggles to find words* you're just great is what you are okay. I feel like you are what happens when somebody takes a big cup and puts six shots of love, chaos, sunshine, talent, fun, and enthusiasm into it, generously sprinkles intelligence on top and gives it a good stir. I don't even remember how or when or why we started talking tbh? But your creativity is so inspiring, and some of my favorite tumblr-moments of this year have been 'yes-and'ing with you about one thing or another in a very >:3 manner hahah so! my point is! i love you lots <3
@dontbotheraziraphale Teeeedddd you're wonderful, I vented at you one time and then we talked for like 2 hours and at the end of that 1 conversation I already considered you a friend - and not just in that "tumblr mutuals who talk 1 time are my friends" kind of way but like. Genuinely. You're so kind and so fun and every time we talk it's such a good time ily a lot my bro my buddy my man <3
@crikey01 Tallulah HI I also completely forgot how we started talking but I remember connecting the dots that you were the one who painted those INSANE black and white and gold oil paintings and the way my jaw dropped like?? BRO you're so talented I admire you so much! And I love that we bonded over stopping each other from masochistically checking certain peoples' blogs... 😂 Anyway you're so sweet and fun and ily lots <3
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The list could probably go on but you four are the people I've talked to most on here and you're the tumblr chat boxes I never close but always just minimize and y'all better see this as the ultimate internet declaration of affection that it Clearly is >:D 💕
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And here are some more shout-outs because I just HAVE to.
Apologies, I know I've already tagged a bunch of you recently in a mutuals appreciation post but. This is my official thank-you-for-2023 post and I just have a lot of love for you all okay sorry feel free to ignore this <3
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He's doing it again...
OK y'all, be gentle with me. This is the first fanfic I've ever written. And the first time I've shared any of my writing since, well... since longer than I gather many of you have been alive.
I aim to write fanfic that is accessible to all, so this is *VERY* PG. There's one swear, one kiss, and a lot of angst. Likely not my last story exploring this idea of the MC having a secret too.
I hope you enjoy.
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“He’s doing it again,” you hear Karlach’s sing-song voice come up behind you as you’re walking to your camp after a particularly gory fight at the goblin camp.
“Who’s doing what?” you ask the fiery tiefling who has quickly become your ride or die in this misfit adventuring party of yours. Sure Shadowheart and Lae’zel were nice enough some of the time… to be honest, you don’t really like either of them all that much on a personal level, but they are good to have at your side in battle. Karlach, though, she is your tribe. Unapologetically herself at all times, has an unquenching thirst for life, and is blunt as a brick.
“Really? How do you not see it? Did that tadpole make you blind too?”
“Really, darling, it’s more obvious than an ogre in an elf costume,” Astarion joins your gossip sesh. “We all see it. Some of us even think you should go for it. Others of us, like myself, throw up a little in our mouths when we think about it.” He plays it cool like he doesn’t care at all about any of you, but deep down you know he does, even if it’s just for a juicy rumor. You knew a lot of people like him back home, so navigating his sass wasn’t difficult for you.
“What are you both talking about?” you start to get frustrated with all of their vagueness.
“She really has no idea,” Astarion suddenly realizes.
“Gale,” Karlach stage-whispers to you. “He has been eyeing you since we left the grove.”
“What? He has not,” you try to shrug the thought off, but are secretly wishing that what they were saying was true. The moment you met the awkward wizard, something in you was set aflame. You had been hoping that no one had noticed you also stealing glances whenever you could. It didn’t seem right to find any sort of happiness here, amongst all of this. Your days of bloodshed and struggle did not lend themselves to nights of intimacy and love, after all. Try as you might to push your feelings aside, they would creep back up every time he’d say your name or have an excuse to touch you as he brushed past or magic missile any thug who dared take a swipe at you. Knowing of his affliction didn’t quell your feelings any. Everyone has their secrets after all.
“And don’t you think we haven’t noticed you, either,” Karlach says, knowingly.
“You haven’t said anything to him, have you?” you are suddenly terrified that in their mission to get the two of you together they have, in fact, blown any chance you might have.
“I wouldn’t dream of it…” Astarion trails off before suddenly becoming much louder, “Oh Gale, our fearless leader wants to talk to you,” the pale elf smiles wickedly. “Oops,” he waves at you before taking off.
Your eyes grow wide, your feet frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. You turn to beg Karlach to stay, but she’s already up ahead with the others.
“You wanted to speak with me?” Gale is suddenly next to you, his smile soft and welcoming, like a warm hug. What is it about this wizard that turns you to a pile of goo?
“Um, hi,” you say, smiling awkwardly, suddenly very aware that you are covered in goblin guts, sweat and gods know what else. You look back at him, feeling like a timid deer, seen just before it darts back into the forest.
After a beat, Gale starts the conversation back up, “I’m glad our companions called me over. There was something I wanted to discuss with you.”
“Mhm,” you squeak out, wishing that your heart would stop trying to leap out of your ribcage.
“We’ve been traveling together for a while now, fighting alongside each other, trying to rid the world of the Absolute,” his eyes twinkling more than the conversation should allow.
You hope that you’re not giving anything away by biting at your lower lip. Maybe that will hold in the words you are too scared to say.
“Anyway, I was hoping you might join me for a bit after dinner. Away from all of this,” he gestures to our party.
Your heart is about to make a break for it, but you will it back into your chest and tuck it in nice and tight before responding, “That would be lovely, Gale.”
He exhales deeply and his smile widens, his eyes sparkling even more than before. “Oh good. I was nervous you were going to say no. Tonight, after dinner, come to my tent. We’ll find somewhere quiet.”
You start to breathe normally again, your heart calming down to purr like a small kitten rather than a full grown puma. You smile genuinely, “I look forward to it.”
He raises his eyebrows and smiles back before turning to catch up with the others. You are left standing alone, a good way behind your party, wondering what just happened.
~*~
You find a good place to make camp not long after your conversation with Gale. You take the time to clean yourself up in a nearby stream while the others busy themselves setting up their tents and getting out cookware to make the evening’s meal. You’ll never get used to the feel of an enemy’s innards being plastered to your hair. It feels good to wash the day’s trials away in the flow of the water. It’s no warm bath, but you feel mostly clean and refreshed afterward. You pull your linen shirt over your head and make the short walk back to camp. When you return to your tent, Karlach is waiting for you.
“Well?” Karlach playfully punches you in the arm.
“I think we have a date tonight after dinner,” you say, entirely unsure of yourself now that you say it out loud. Did you read the situation correctly? Is that what this was?
“Ah, see! Didn’t I tell you?! You two will make the cutest babies, all pudgy and pink.” It’s your turn to swat at your bestie.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself there, Karlach. I’m not even sure that’s what this is. Maybe he just wants to talk about fighting strategy or how to rid ourselves of these worms.”
Karlach looks at you like you’re out of your mind. “C’mon, soldier. You know what he wants.” She raises her eyebrows in a teasing manner.
You scan the camp to find Gale finishing his tent set up across the fire from yours. He beams at you when he notices you staring.
Karlach shakes her head. “Seriously, soldier, what happened to you? Why don’t you think you deserve to be happy? Why don’t you think you deserve to be loved?” she asks, her voice tinged with concern.
The question hits like a gut punch. This tiefling knows you better than you know yourself. “It’s a long story for another time,” you tell her after a beat, sounding a little more defeated than you mean to.
She doesn’t press the matter, but follows up with, “because whoever made you think that is wrong. You deserve everything in this fuckin’ life that you fuckin’ want.” You know her well enough to know that she’s being completely sincere right now. You thank your lucky stars to have found a friend like Karlach.
“Thank you, friend. Truly, that means the world to me,” you reply, blinking hard to hold back the tears that threaten to fall.
You stand with your confidante for a brief moment, a deafening silence between you when she pipes up again. “Aces! I think the food’s ready,” Karlach exclaims, seeing that you need an out from the conversation. She’s always good like that.
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Dinner is a hearty venison dish, courtesy of Wyll and Shadowheart. After the filling meal, many of your companions conveniently find their way into their tents for an early night’s rest. Karlach gives you a thumbs up before heading into her tent. Watching each companion pull their tents closed, your heart starts to race again thinking about your impending meeting with Gale. You close your eyes and inhale a calming breath before putting one foot in front of the other and making your way over to his tent. He’s sitting outside, face buried deep in a book when you arrive. You clear your throat quietly to announce your arrival. He looks up, slightly startled, but soon relaxes again.
“Welcome, welcome. Let me just…” he trails off searching for something, “Ah!” He picks up a broad leaf and gingerly places it in the book where he left off reading. “For another time,” he says, stowing the book in his tent before turning to you. “Shall we? I found the perfect spot for us,” he extends his arm for you to take, making it easier to guide the way in the pale moonlight. You step closer to take his arm. He smells like a posh library: cedar and paper. The smell is intoxicating. You wrap your hand gently around his proffered arm, the material of his tunic is soft, but the muscle beneath is more defined than you would have expected. Surprisingly, by taking his arm, your nerves are all swept away and you are able to fall in step with him rather easily.
The conversation is light as you walk, the destination not far. You arrive at a clearing with a cliff overlooking the valley below. He was right, the spot is perfect for a quiet conversation. He pats your hand on his arm and motions for you to sit. You mourn the loss of being able to touch him, but do as instructed. The wizard sits next to you, close enough that a shift in weight would brush your legs against each others’. He sits in quiet contemplation for a moment and you look over at him, not sure how to start the conversation. He is so beautiful when he’s deep in thought. He gazes into the horizon, his brown curls catching the starlight as his shoulders rise and fall with his breath.
After a moment, he starts, “I’m glad you agreed to come with me tonight,” he says quietly, just above a whisper. Is he about to tell me bad news? You suddenly feel a stab of nerves again. He continues, in that same soft voice, “I enjoy being in your company. From the moment you grasped my hand to pull me out of that stone, I’ve felt a closeness with you. I can’t explain it; but I would like to explore it, given the opportunity. You make me feel safe and not just in the heat of battle, although that is very much appreciated too. There have been more than a few times… I’m not even sure where you come from or how you know; but there you are, right by my side every time I need you the most.”
His gaze turns to you, his visage softer than you’ve ever seen before. “I feel that together we can accomplish anything. And that is a powerful feeling.” He takes your hand in his; his grasp strong, but his skin soft. His fingers are not calloused from twanging bowstrings all day like yours are. You sit like that for a moment, your hand in his, gazing out over the valley together. “You’re awfully quiet. Please tell me you feel the same and I haven’t just made a fool of myself,” he breaks the silent tension.
“Gale…” you start, turning your body to him to grasp your still held hands with your other.
“Ah, well…” he cuts you off, pulling back his hand, convinced that you’re going to turn down his advances.
“No, no. I do. I do feel the same. Every last bit of it,” your voice urgent, but barely above a whisper. “It’s just…”
Gale turns to take you in, noticing the apparent worry on your face. “Just… what? You can confide in me. You can tell me anything.” You gaze into his eyes and you know he’s right. You could tell him anything and he would continue to be by your side. You break his gaze and stare up into the vastness of the night sky, looking at constellations you don’t recognize.
“...I’m just not sure why you’d want me. I’m certainly no goddess. I’m sort of a walking disaster,” you say. You’re not one to readily admit to being less than perfect at anything. Admitting weakness and self-doubt to the man you yearn to be with terrifies you to no end.
Gale frowns briefly, “You say this to a wizard with a magic-consuming orb encased in his chest.”
You both chuckle, breaking any tension that remained. “OK, you got me there.”
Gale takes your hand once again. “You are right though, you are not a goddess. You are real. And smart. And honest. And kind. And good.” He kisses your hand lightly, punctuating each statement. “You brought our merry band of misfits together in this fight against a powerful evil. You even got Shadowheart and Lae’zel to not be openly hostile with each other. And I find that very admirable.”
He reaches a hand to lightly brush a loose strand of auburn locks from your face, your hand rising to meet his touch. You lean your cheek into his palm. The intimacy and tenderness is almost more than you can bear. In that moment, the entire world stops. Thoughts of your insecurities, your comrades back at camp, the threat of the Absolute, the fear of being killed any moment - it all dissolves from your mind. Right now there is only you and Gale and the starlight.
You sigh lightly, contentedly, and close the gap between you, timidly placing your lips on his. They are soft and warm. He tenderly returns the kiss. Maybe Karlach was right. Maybe, just maybe, you did deserve to be happy just this once.
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How about Benny in SAGAU? Like a continuation with Razor?? We do not talk about your growing found family 😤
Like, how would be his 'unluckiness'? Dya cancel it or you get pulled with his shenanigans? I feel like he might introduce you to his Dads no, we are still not going to talk about it 😤😤
A little scenario kept getting into my head when Benny applies Pyro and then Razor used his Electro and y'all got yer asses pounded on the ground 💀👌🏻and just taking care of each other's wounds 🥺🥺
You better be with him whenever he opens a chest so it wouldn't only spawn veggies, but decent weapon AND mora as well! You know, actual treasures, HOYO!!
BENNYYYYY ANOTHER ONE OF MY BOYSSS
This kid also arguably needs more parental supervision just bc of his sheer bad luck, poor kid
(i adore the headcanon that no matter the person's gender, he calls them dad lol)
Like,, hoyo cursed him and he's in a world with traps, monsters, fatui, MAGIC?? 💀 bro how is Benny still alive??!!
(LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY LOOK IN THIS GIF MY BOYS 🥺)
Okay but the fact that Benny calls so many ppl dad just proves his desire for parental/sibling affection 💔
Aight since u phrased this as a continuation of this post <3 RAZOR MY BOYYYY
That is what we shall do :) ! ! !
So ur running with the wolves still lol
Also ur symbol as the Creator reader is 🦄 or 🌈, bc ur gay and special, jk its bc elements i promise lol
Or even 😑 / 😶 for language reader shenanigans
♡
EDIT 4/11/24: HELLA forgot to say theres a sorta Part 3, its more focused on Razor living, rather than Benny tho fair warning!
Lupical for life bro
U r chillin with the pack now
Razor now has a sweet new digs, fits, and now a crazy amount of power
Bc ur just that great 💅
You have officially moved on to purchasing some leftover amenities/new furniture etc. for him and you :D
And while u could get some stuff in Springvale, like lanterns and soap and perfume and whatnot
Ur still not rlly getting furniture like a bedframe or some storage space, like a nightstand, from them
Which u dont need bc u still got an inventory
...but Razor definitely needs to store all his goodies somewhere that isnt up a tree or buried in a hole 😃
Yes, u did have to tell him to stop doing that.
So yall (u and Razor) are in Mondstadt a lot these days, and ur routine consists of grinding domains, hunting for food, hanging with cute Lupical puppies, playing giant tic-tac-toe w/ Andrius bc poor guy is pretty bored these days etc.
So you figured you run into ppl eventually, afterall you'd already re-met Lisa :)
(who at first was kind of taken aback to Razor having made a random adult friend in the woods, but after vibe checking her , and her vibe checking you, yall were cool, tho she did start reading these new lore books you didnt recognize called "Immortal They Return: A Series of Prophesies", she avoided ur questions abt it too..)
It was inevitable that after introducing you to Lisa, he'd gotten all excited at seeing two familiar figures hanging around Kathryne one day
THE BANDS GETTING BACK TOGETHER, ITS-
Fischl and Bennett !! :D the cutest adventurers in all of Mondstadt ! (besides Klee)
The two take one look at you and Razor and coming running
..
...
....well mostly Fischl,
Bennett got his boot laces tangled together somehow? And is kinda hopping his way over
Immediately the electro vision royalty launches into their quintessential speech (they/them fischl SUPREMACY)
And as u get introduced,
U watch the pyro boy hop and trip over while trying to untie the laces
And just as he's about to go down, and ur debating reaching out and supporting the poor guy bc geez this looks sm worse in person-
Bennett has finally gotten his shoes untied!
Even he looks shocked 💀
And he like, apruptly stops falling over too?
And walks over with no issue??
Theres even a few out of place cobblestones in his path which he sees and moves to avoid
You dont know who looks more shocked and kinda scared you, him, or Fischl/Oz or Razor
Fischl and Razor have stopped talking bc it was more distracting Bennett didnt fall 😭
..
...yall all just kinda,, stand in a circle of silence (well fly in oz's case)
Staring at Bennett.
(Even Katheryne looks impressed😭)
After a couple of shook seconds, Fischl is nearly yelling about some kind of curse being lifted?? , Razor is like, sniffing Bennett's immediate area for sus scents, Bennett is kicking rocks to see if any of them hit him anymore, and poor Oz is trying to calm them down
(none of the rocks hit Bennett btw, or anything valuable around him)
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So after that fiasco, u offer to take them around to the parts of Mondstadt they weren't allowed to go to w/o at least 1 adult :)
Theyre pumped and yall set off!
At first, Bennett hangs back, as Fischl and Razor throw themselves into monster battles yall encounter, as per what seems like a routine u assume bc of his bad luck
Eh, u figure while hes here, u might as well reveal u can make him stronger, u think he definitely needs the HP...
If there were any characters youd be worried about needing more power/HP in Mondstadt that u could level up besides Razor, itd be Bennett, hands down.
Between his adventuring, unnatural bad luck, and no parental supervision..
(even Klee seems better off than him, and shes like 7 💀)
Yeah, needless to say u were worried abt the guy
So he looks adorably fascinated <3, bc turns out they can see some of ur interface!
Mostly it looks like floating magical icons and that weird Teyvat language u saw in game, like that Abyss/ruins language u see all the time?
Bennett showed u his perspective in a sand drawing, hes actually pretty good at art wow
Razor couldnt rlly find the words to describe it before which is why u werent sure what they saw before now
And with that hes called into battle last by the others, mostly to apply pyro 🔥
and he fights at the edges to be further away from ppl u notice so he wont affect their luck..
aw Benny </3 :(
But as he draws his sword and ur getting ready trying to become a cheerleader for both Razor and Fischl but particularly Bennett,
He full on takes out 3 hilichurls at once 💀
...then with the dramatic down swing he does, he accidentally launches a rock right at the bigger hilichurl's foot..
...which trips him out of his axe swing...
...which makes it let go of the axe...
...which goes flying...
....breaks the last bit of the cryo abyss mage's shield bubble...
....
......
........and smacks it on the head too.
..fischl, oz, and razor halfway thru this insanity just like,, lower their weapons and stop to watch
Even the abyss mage is looking at Bennett surprised 😭😭
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Congratulations!
Bro, an achievement pops up-
"Lucky Day!!!"
Its little description says, "As Teyvat's God, you give the unluckiest person in Teyvat the luckiest day ever!"
💀
Bennett just sits down on the ground.
♤
(Same Benny because, this is where I lost it all, guys. All of that writing. Gone. Forever. I'm putting this here as both a gravestone for it, and a call out to tumblr. I'm not afraid of this website or its shitty admins, meet me in my dms for a real fight you fucks 🥊🥋🧍♂️you took what mattered to me, I'll take what matters to you, you god awful programmers. 🥲😐)
♤
And it just keeps happening like that for the rest of the day you guys are together.
Every chest Benny opens are way higher quality than they should be
Especially for him.
(also u have gotten so comfy from before when u were playing Genshin that u r physically struggling not to call him Benny, so when u do accidentally call him that, u try to apologize politely, but he just talks about finally having a nickname so giddy that u just stick with Benny, what a cutie)
Common chests, Razor/Fischl gets what u expect, you personally maybe get a little extra materials and money,
But Benny?
He opens a common chest and suddenly it's a secret Precious chest
The pyro boy honestly looks a little afraid
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You guys have a picnic later on for lunch together, partially bc Razor rlly wanted them to try ur food !! :D
Fischl and Benny were drooling over garlic salt, jesus- Teyvat's been deprived-
The blanket u used was a custom one u got made for Razor for his bday awhile back, all diff shades of purple and some silver wolf puppies and pawprints on it, 10/10 vv cute he loves it :)
(and also showed it off to his friends, Benny in particular looks smitten by it..)
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Fischl eventually gets herded by Oz back to Mondstadt bc of their parents wanting them back by dinner,
So u Razor and Benny r left to wander around :]
As u guys explore and get chests and talk,
U all begin to gather ingredients for dinner (not that u dont have an inventory but the boys dont wanna cut into ur supplies, the sweethearts)
... Benny slowly starts to find and accumulate foodstuffs
Those Phileano? mushrooms (the white toasty looking ones that r always on roofs or windmills?)
He finds at eye level on nearly any building u come across.
Crabs?
Benny currently has his shirt turned into a basket trying to contain them, and more are flocking to him lol
Snap dragons? Calla lilies?? Even violetgrass, those purple horsetails, lotus heads, and a few qingqin from Liyue somehow make it into his bag 💀
The real question to ask at this point is, when wasn't Bennett lucky today??
(wow never thought youd hear that one)
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So its a few weeks later, and Benny is like spending, every day with yall now lol
Ur getting dinner ready for u guys, and ur hopefully gonna make enough to leave leftovers for Lupical and Andrius,
So Razor has gone off to get some water to boil,
And Benny is climbing this huge tree to reach some eggs
And as he gets farther and farther up the tree away from you, he starts to slip more often 😬
Finally as he reaches the top, u realize after weeks without even a trip from him whenever hes around yall, why he wasnt unlucky-
...the closer he is to you, the luckier he is, and the farther Benny is-
He steps on a dead branch and it snaps :0 !!
Just as he falls, he screams and yells,
"DAD!!"
U push together some thick bushes and vines to catch him luckily
(lord knows u couldnt have caught him no matter how light he is, rip benny)
..Benny is okay, but he does go red in the face, and when u ask if he wants u to get one of his dads from the guild to check him over/make him feel better?
He says quickly "NO THANKS!"
Then Razor comes back like, "You call Lupical dad now?"
Benny: "What? No!"
You: "Do u see me as a, father figure, Bennett?"
Benny: "NO- more like I see u as a BOTHER figure bc ur always BOTHERING ME-"
Lol anyways jk
what a cutie tho,
(Ur Creator vibes made him feel vv at home in a way he hasnt felt before, so u got the honors early <3)
so ur a Dad™️ now (regardless of ur gender btw)
hope u like having a pack of puppies, a wolf spirit god, a wild wolf raised boy, and another wild but adventurer guild raised boy as ur family now 🤷♂️
Congratz U R THE FATHER LMAO
♧
You may or may not have also gotten onto Benny for charging straight into battle at other times, bc hes so used to bad luck happening anyway, apparently its canon he will just run in???
(to the point Grand Master VARKAS commented on it??!!)
U were pissed, bonked his head and everything-
He looked sufficiently chastised, but when u originally found out Fischl and Razor were nearby,
And u just hear snickering behind u as u bop him
(U bop them later too for that lol)
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Benny is also very good at treating injuries bc of this too apparantly,
So one time when you Razor and him were engaging with a couple hilichurls again on the way to Windrise,
Benny applied pyro, and bc u were standing father away than usual (there was an archer earlier u were dodging)
His bad luck crept in and when Razor went to charge up his wolf spirit electro ult-
...everyone went flying back.
...Including Benny and Razor 💀
You heard a really sick pop!
From Benny's shoulder :(
You quickly start pullin out the healing foods lol shove a fishstick in his mouth screaming IT HEALS like a crazed grandparent lmao
But Benny has already sighed and sat up, popping his arm back into place
🤢🤮
You^
While u do praise his healing??? skills,
U have found out thru him that apparently ur food also gives some pain killer effects
So u scold him and bop him on the head with some dango 🍡
For not waiting on u to help him lol
..
Which btw-
Any healing food u give him, he treats like the bandages many others give him, like Barbara, Katheryne, his guild dads, etc.
And holds onto them, rarely eating them
(Ur stuff preserves until needed bc its magical Creator powers surprise, surprise)
Benny feels like its a tangible piece of your care he can keep with him <3 sobs
"Well, since you're by my side, I guess I'm not that unlucky after all!"
proud of you son :')
♤
Ok so youve been getting Razor and u furnishings right
And youve been asking him what he wants to add to the caves digs ! :]
(U made a more fortified "front door" to the cave entrance, its also not that deep of a cave so there r only like 3 other "rooms" besides the main entrance area)
U improved both of u guys beds (tho razor will crash urs if he has a nightmare)
Along with some new outfits for him!
And so he has requested some stuff, but as time goes on,
Slowly, Razor goes from telling Benny about what new thing u added or telling his friend abt what he wants for the cave/himself,
To asking Benny what he wants bc he stays over so often 😭
(Youve gotten Benny factored into ur finances now lol, u gave him new clothes, new gear, amenities, etc. It also helps him bc he doesnt rlly have a main caretaker, so if he needs money he has to take commissions, which can be dangerous to him alone bc if u dont know, Benny's Adventuring Team only has him as the single member of it, plus thats not good if he is too sick or too injured to work, so a 2nd source of lowkey income is good for him <3 )
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U now have a coffee table as the dinner table (razor was used to sitting on the ground to eat so a high table felt weird to him)
And it has a few pillow chair thingys?
For you, Razor, Benny, and a guest aw 💘
Benny also originally wanted to help make smth for u guys as a house warming gift
but bc he would try to work on it away from ur influence, it would break everytime :(
Eventually u just coninvced the poor kid to help u pick out some nice rugs and stuff lol
He also has surprisingly good interior design tastes, huh, who knew?
(cough when benny stays over he usually stays in razors bed, but occasionally theyre both lonely had nightmares and ask to crash with u, i love these kids sm cough)
♧
Recently youve been visiting Benny in town even w/o Razor sometimes (rare as it is lol)
Mostly bc it seems like he needs the attention too <3
U gotta make sure hes eating real food okay
U dont want him to end up like u in ur world where u ate snacks for dinner when u were his age...
And Benny gets super hype about it every time, hes grabbing u by the arm, hauling u around to talk to ppl etc.
(Did i mention ur one of the few or not at all ppl who he can freely hold onto no matter the weather/situation bc his bad luck doesnt happen to you?? Oh no??? Well there u go :)
Most notably, to talk to the other Guild Dads™️
They deadass lowkey postured at you for an hour at you before giving in bc u seemed to be the only good luck charm the kid's ever gotten in his entire life 😭
They also r rlly happy someone is able to bc of his rlly bad luck willing to look out for him when they cant :)
♡
For his birthday, you guys all celebrated by doing a picnic again like when u first met them, and you made him a cake
Benny's face rlly said " :'D !! "
Later on, for presents, you got him a blanket matching Razor's !!
Shades of red, with some good luck symbols thruout to maybe make up for when ur not there, and puppies all over <3
And at the top, you yourself embroidered (attempted, so its kinda sloppy but still readable, its endearing you like to think)
"Benny's Adventure Team"
With your name, Razor, Fischl, and even Oz and Andrius lol, all embroidered (not by u bc u stabbed urself enough times making the title thx) as team members down below 👍
You also show him a copy of the book record Katheryne keeps of adventuring teams, telling him that you snuck into Mondstadt one day w/o him knowing and officially signed you guys together (the others agreed too ofc)
.
..
...
...Benny cried, straight up.
And just like held onto you for bascially the rest of the day ❤️
♡
MY HEART FOR MY BOYS FOREVER
♡
(you also may or may not have signed the corner with "love, dad" haha what)
♡
☆
I just want y'all to know.
I had like this whole thing ready to post.
Then tumblr decided it didn't like any of my writing, and deleted half of this post.
U probably saw the spot i marked where i lost it all :'/
I think it took an hour? Or at least 30 minutes to write.
Guess tumblr didn't like that I was adding so much in one go.
So now it's gone.
Doin smth ballsy bc in order to avoid that, ive just rewritten that lost half, and am just going to post it straight up rather than expecting it to save my draft 🥲
Those beautiful moments between Bennett and us, are gone forever. My memory isn't good enough to rewrite it all. ;-;
If you don't mind, I'll be crying somewhere over those lost Benny moments that I drafted on here and can no longer remember to add.
I guess that's tumblr's cruel way of telling me to go the extra mile and draft my bullshit on a literal Google Doc then come back here and deal with the formatting transition hell.
Thanks tumblr.
Appreciate the writing advice.
💔
(Fischl Voice) TIS I, WATERS OF THE SKY, IN THE NIGHT I SHINE UPON THEE, OH MOST HEAVENLY OF DIVINE BEINGS, FEAST YOUR EYES UPON MY OFFERINGS TO THINE BELOW!! COME ONE, COME ALL, FIND MY LABRYNTH'S RULES, AND REJOICE IF YE FIND THE TREASURE WITHIN!
(Oz translation: hey its aquarius here! I hope you gods enjoyed my writing! Feel free to check out my Masterpost/Writing Rules List if you guys ever wanna request something, including non-Sagau/Isekai stuff! :] )
Cheers,
🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘
♡the beloveds♡
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist
(^^^^
Hey not sure if yall will see this, but while this does have influences of Sagau/Isekai genshin, its still pretty just platonic genshin stuff, so let me know if thats not what u wanna be tagged for - just dm me!!)
#bro hoyo has gotta tune his bad luck down bc when i first learned about benny i was like#how is he alive?? also why hoyo so cruel to kid#who doesnt even have parents????#TWO bestest boys here today :D#genshin impact#ask box open#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin imagines#my asks#gender neutral reader#genshin sagau ideas#genshin god reader#genshin impact sagau#platonic genshin#platonic#genshin isekai#genshin bennett#genshin razor#genshin fischl#this is rlly long again#pls god dont delete this#ill update tags if im alive after posting this#;-;#holy god#it lives#found family#genshin found family#genshin fluff#have yall read bennetts friendship level info? absolutely devastating would not recommend 0/10 died a little inside
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Hello!!!! Love your writing!!!! May i request a platonic Sun and Moon (or eclipse its up to you!) With a favorite child reader? I just think that would be adorable!!!
P.s. i LOVE your writing!!!! And your headcanons!!! Dont overwork yourself!!!! Keep being cool/pos!!!!!!!!
A/N: UGHHH you guys are SO SWEET!!! pls stop im gonna IMPLODE /j tyty for all the kind words, also i really needed some1 to tell me not to overwork myself lmaoao, ive been getting so many requests lately.. promise i'll get to all of y'all! OHOH AND I LOVE WRITING FOR THESE THREE! and child readers for them, especially!
(since im feeling extra silly i'll give you a fanfic recommendation: New Consciousness! i think it can be found on tumblr too.. its a yandere sun/moon fic&child reader, one of my favs and greatest inspo!)
Your Best Friend (Sun/Moon/Eclipse & Child!Reader) [Headcanons]
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Summary: General meeting, friendship, and attachment headcanons for The Daycare Attendant with a child reader.
Extra Info: Sun and Moon share bodies, just like in the game. If I mention them talking to each other, they're talking with their shared consciousness.
Sun:
Sun can usually tell when someone new joins the daycare. If he doesn't hear the obvious audio clue of the ballpit, he'll have a sensor that will go off so that he's notified. Every time Sun gets a notification, you can almost see his built-in smile grow wider. A new friend!
As a child new to the Pizzaplex, entering the daycare for the first time was terrifying. I don't think the current horrible reputation on the Fazbear company helped one bit. The animatronics were definitely scary, you didn't need to know that there was a chance you could go missing because of them.
But the daycare had attendants, so that calmed your nerves. Slightly. Until you realized, they too were animatronics. The statue in the entrance of the daycare was massive compared to you. You suddenly wished that you hadn't accepted that birthday invitation.
Sun immediately goes in to meet you! He's practically radiating happiness onto you, skipping to where you were. He's definitely very intense when first meeting you, waving to you like a maniac. You eventually find yourself getting used to his upbeat energy, agreeing to do most activities with him that he brings up. This includes making macaroni art, crudely put-together paper pals, and a few drawings that he's sure to hang up in his room afterwards.
The security officers seem to catch on over the next few weeks how Sun has grown attached to one child. It pretty much went against his code, as he was supposed to be keeping a watchful eye over all the kids, not just one. But the officers at Freddy's get paid minimum wage, so they don't really care about the two of you unless they've got a lawsuit on their hands.
If you were ever feeling down, he'd immediately try to cheer you up. He will spend the entire day with you if he needs to! He may be intense, clingy, and won't let you out of his sight for a mere 2 seconds, but he's got good intentions. Sun hates seing children sad, and the one thing he knew how to do best was cheer them up. Whether this be silly faces, drawings, or hide n' seek, he always had something new to distract you from the little raincloud utop your head. However, Sun knows he can be a bit chaotic at times. If you want him to, he'll give you space. Sometimes, kids just need calm, and that was definitely not his strong suit.
Sun tries not to have "favorite" children, but he couldn't deny he was growing a bit attached. You were enjoying his company anyway, so why should he have to stop? You seemed much less nervous around him aswell, so as far as he knew, he was doing the right thing. A new term had suddenly seemed to form in his memory bank: "best friend".
Moon:
Now, Moon definitely caught you off guard. You had grown so used to Sun's warm, exatatic nature, that when the atmosphere to the daycare had a sudden chill, yet calming feel to it, you immediately thought something was wrong.
Given this, you met Moon when, apparently, Sun was going under.. technical support of some kind. You didn't know the full extent to the details, but what you did know was that Sun was gone, and in replacement, Moon took over both the day and night shifts. You watched as the kids in the daycare scrambled around, some trying to hide, and some just trying to get all their energy out before Moon came out for the night shift. You had intended to just stay away from him in a random corner, since most kids seemed afraid of him, but with the "night" shift coming up, you really had no way to avoid him.
Moon wasn't in the mood for hide n' seek. Not like Sun usually was. He recognized that he had a job to do, so if anything, he'd get it done. He did enjoy working for kids--it was in his code, after all--but this didn't distract him from his work. As most children were, you were scared of him at first. Moon normally just forced the kid to go to bed, either with a Moondrop candy, or tame threats like time-out. But you seemed.. different. He didn't want to be seen as mean, not to you. Instead, he tried to gain your trust by telling you that he was friends with Sun, assuming you were more favorable towards Sun.. again, as most kids were. Surprisingly, he was right to assume.
You, on the other hand, were thrown completely off guard. For the most part, you had thought Moon was this mean, strict, and harsh version of Sun--as you've heard from other children. But instead, you found him to be much more calming, if anything. Maybe the kids just hated having to tone down their energy, that when someone forced them to, they grew naturally afraid of them. That was your reasoning, anyway.
Unlike Sun, Moon is more of a "denier" than anything. He had things to do, and didn't need things getting in the way. But you were different. You weren't a distraction--no, far from it. He wouldn't admit it, but as Sun did, he grew attached. Out of all the kids he's taken care of during his career, you were definitely the calmest. Your presence is.. nice.
If you're going to anyone for comfort, it's Moon. This is if Sun didn't manage to cheer you up previously. Moon's version of comfort was more of quiet, small ambiance, plushies, blankets, and pillows. Sometimes storytimes! That's one method the two had in common. So if you ever have trouble sleeping when nap time comes around, Moon may or may not give you special treatment to ensure you sleep soundly. This means absolutely everything I just listed above for comfort.
He soon discovered what it was like to spend the whole day with you. He'd now ask Sun every now and then if he could take over the day shift for him. At first Sun denied, that would mean less time with you! But, if he made it equal..
Sun made a somewhat "deal" with Moon, where they would now just take days instead of shifts. This.. didn't look good to the staff, though. Instead of making them go back to their shifts, though, they would make sure they both got what they wanted. And in the staff's eyes, what the shared animatronic wanted was to each have both shifts. Not too far off.
Eclipse:
A day passed one day, where neither Sun or Moon was watching over the daycare. In replacement were just the.. extremely creepy staff bots. You began to grow worried--if he'd ever come back again. Luckily, you only had to wait a day.
The day he came back, the animatronic was.. new. Different. You tried to listen in on the clumps of children's conversations--listening until the words blended together to form the name "Eclipse". The name definitely made sense for their character.
To say you were ecstatic would be an understatement. You were practically as happy as Sun was when he first met you! Eclipse was everything you could ever want--it was both of your best friends put into one personality, one animatronic. But if anyone was more excited than you, it would be Eclipse himself. One thing that was different now was his ability to tone his excitement and clinginess down. With the two brought together, their personality fell on a balance.
Meeting you was much less of a shock for him as it was for you. You liked the new look, though. As soon as Eclipse caught your eye, he immediately skipped over to squeeze you in a tight hug. Don't worry, he tried not to squeeze too hard. Even if you were confused at first, you warmed up to him quickly. You noted his voice as he spoke to you for the first time. Not too frantic like Sun's, yet not too quiet like Moon's. Something about it was.. comforting. Which leads me to my next topic.
Eclipse is the best source of comfort you can get. He can most likely tell if you're having a bad day. If you ever feel overwhelmed/overstimulated at the daycare, he'll take you to his room for the first time. If he's being honest, he's never really shown anyone his room before--until now, that is. You immediately fell in love with the room! You would ask to go there more often, and on some days, stay in there the entire day. Eclipse didn't mind, though! Anything to cheer you up, after all.
Eventually, your birthday will come around, in which Eclipse goes all out. He didn't truly expect you to visit the daycare on your birthday--he had figured you'd like to see the Glamrocks instead, but no! Eclipse was honestly so honored that you'd want to spend your birthday with him of all animatronics. With this in mind, he tries to make today the best day of your life! The best day for you in the daycare, at that. He won't go too overboard, but he will spend all his time having fun with you. Eclipse would schedule activities to do, such as macaroni pictures, creating puppets to be used in future puppet shows, and if he's feeling nice enough, he'll sneak in some FizzyFaz into the daycare. When the day starts to near an end, he'll take you backstage to his room, where he has fully decorated the small spot with birthday balloons, banners, strings, and small gifts scattered across the floor. In the center was a.. poorly made cake. Eclipse was only an animatronic after all, his coding didn't have any baking intelligence in his mainframe. It was the thought that counted.
Going home afterwards was definitely a challenge, though. You were practically dragged away from the daycare, and Eclipse had never felt more flattered. On your drive back, you had discovered that you had a new best friend. Animatronic or not.
#headcanons#& reader#& reader headcanons#fnaf#fnaf hcs#fnaf headcanons#the daycare attendant#sundrop#sun#moondrop#moon#eclipse#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#fnaf sb#fnaf ruin#ruin dlc#child reader#platonic fic#friendship headcanons#meeting headcanons#meet cute#fluff#tooth rotting fluff#minor hurt/comfort#no beta we die like men#requests open#request please
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ATBB's Future
Hiiii y'all, its uh. been a minute huh
Now that it's been a bit over a year since I put this blog on hiatus, a loootta stuff has happened and changed and i've been doing a loootttta thinking!
Looking back on it, like really really looking, my biggest reason for the hiatus was that at some point the blog just kinda became more of a chore than something I wanted to work on for fun. Ask blogs are a lot of work, even when you're just using talking portraits rather than drawing out every individual answer, and with how much ask culture on tumblr has died out over the years there just wasn't really enough payoff to make it feel worthwhile to keep burning myself out.
I think it's a really good thing I stopped it when I did, because having to deal with all that in my senior year of high school would have been a nightmare. I've actually just finished up my first semester of college now, and there's no way in hell I would've been able to keep up at any rate! With all of this in mind, I've gained a newer perspective about how to approach things going forward.
I'm still really attached to this story. With how much time I've spent thinking about it and developing it in my head, I can't let it go, even if the blog isn't really working out anymore. I keep thinking of different ways I could fix the decisions I made early on, as well as the super cool directions I could take it in in the future, and I just. I GOTTA.
So, I've decided to reboot it entirely as a fic series!
This means that, unfortunately, there won't be nearly as much artwork to accompany it, but it's far more likely for the story to actually progress! Writing is way less draining for me and once I get going I can do it much quicker than art anyway, even though I do still sorta wish I had the spoons to just turn it into a full-blown webcomic instead haha
This DOES mean that updates won't be nearly as linear as they were here, seeing as right now I've mostly been working on backstory fics that took place before the blog's main story, but that can at least give you guys more context for how the characters interact with each other! I'll also state that while I do write faster than I draw, I still do it a hell of a lot less, so updates will still probably be pretty infrequent. But at least they'll happen at all, right?
As for the state of this blog itself, obviously I'm going to leave it up! I still love looking back on the old interactions you guys had with my characters and your reactions to certain plot points (your reactions to Fluff tagging along with the rest of the group were my favorite by far) and I think it would actually kill me to erase them. I'll be posting the fic updates here too, just like I did for Self Hatred!
And even if it's not going to be an ask blog anymore, because of how much I still miss that kind of interaction with you guys, I think I want to do a sort of "last hurrah" event, to finally send off the asking format with some good vibes.
You see, there's a character I made up around this time of year two years ago. He's a pretty cool guy, but he doesn't actually show up until a specific turning point later in the story. I've been excited for you guys to talk to him since the day I made him, but a little bummed lately that you may not ever get the chance. I still need to get a lot of stuff prepared, so I'm not quite ready to announce or start anything just yet, but there's a reason I waited until my winter break to start thinking about this seriously.
I think you guys would really like to meet him.
But anyway, that's about all I wanted to say for now! This is a very long post already so it's time I start wrapping it up. As always, thank you all so much for sticking with me, even though I really haven't been consistent through the years. I hope this change doesn't come as too much of a disappointment, and that you'll keep sticking around for the reboot!
#LONG ass post sorry guys but i wanted to cover all my bases 😌#ooc#actually i think im gonna add the bone boys tag too just to make things less confusing for any chrono readers#bone boys#i might post some sneak peeks of my current wips a bit later just to prove i AM actually working on it lol#woulda put it here but its wayyyyyyyy too long n i didn't wanna add a cut 😔#i hope you guys can get excited about the send off event tho... it probably wont last longer than a month but i think itll be rlly cool :>
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I'm In Control Part 21 (Steddie X You)
A/N: No real notes today :) Just hope y'all enjoy <3
Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that that implies. (I regret nothing!), An ex appears making the reader jealous and act out (more so just being a brat). Matthew comes to visit! (Yay!). These two siblings casually talk about their trauma and how the reader feels she isn't good enough for them (mentioned in last chapter), Smut for sure with slapping and spanks. Blindfolds and ice play. I believe that's it.
Word Count: 5061
“How do you not know where she is?”
“TJ, we aren’t her keeper. She said she had an errand to run but didn’t elaborate. It’s still her lunch hour. Calm down.”
Your boss glares at Steve. “Mr. Harrington, did you just tell me to calm down?”
“Depends. Did you like it?” The man winks cheekily at TJ as they both laugh.
The door to your office opens and you lean against the doorway adorning a huge grin.
“Where have you been, Y/N?”
“I had to pick something up.”
“’Ello, boys.” Matthew’s tall frame appears behind you as he waves.
“Hey, man!” The boys get up to greet him as your brother smiles, pulling them in for a hug.
“TJ and Avery, this is my little brother, Matthew.”
“Jesus. Another good-looking kid to make me feel old.” Your boss rises to shake his hand. “Now, you’re not like the other Y/L/N’s, right?”
“That is correct. Sex feels good, porn is alright, tattoos are cool, and churches scare me.” He chuckles as you lean back against him. “I also love my sister as is, you slut.”
“I love you to, heathen.”
“Hey, you should come with us to the club tonight. We’re all going together finally.”, Avery beams as Matthew nods.
“I actually have to drop off these two on a set but they will be coming by after. Speaking of, Eddie and Steve, we should probably go.”
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“Hey Derek.”, you grin at the director as he beams over at you.
“Hey mama! How are you?”
“I’m good. I brought your talent.” You gesture towards the guys who smile back at him.
“Great! Now, we had a slight mix up. Well, not really a mix up. The young lady you guys were going to be working with got sick so I had to reach out to a nearby agency to get a new actress.”
A gorgeous woman with a plethora of tattoos, mostly on her arms and legs, sauntered from down a nearby hallway. Her skin looked incredibly smooth and her long blond hair sat perfectly on her shoulders. Her smile glowed but there was something off about it that you couldn’t put your finger on.
A breathy fuck came from your side and her eyes widened as she focused on theirs. You knew actors in this industry and honestly this girl in front of you was a fairly good one. She may have seemed shocked to see them but you saw the faint smirk twitch on her lips at their stunned expressions.
“Guys this is—”
“Cassie Leigh.”, Eddie finished.
“Oh shit. I’m, uh, I’ll just be in the car.” Matthew slowly backed away and exited the front door.
You exhaled heavily as you turned to face them. “Oh? How do you guys know each other? Work?”
“Hey Derek, can we have a moment alone?” The director nodded at Steve as he went to check the cameras. “What are you doing here, Cassandra? Thought you moved back home.”
“I did but, you know, I saw your new show online and it just…motivated me to come back and try again. The industry I mean, not you two.”, she giggled.
“Yet you find yourself here on set with them. How odd.”, you smile at her as you turn your sarcasm to them. “So not just work then?”
“We had a relationship with her when we first moved down here.”, Eddie answers as his eyes finally meet yours. “More of an…arrangement.”
“I guess you could call it that especially since relationships weren’t really your thing.”
“How would you know? You left so quickly there wouldn’t have been time for one to evolve.”
“Oooo ‘evolve’. That’s a big word for you, Daddy.”
Steve glares at her, stepping forward before you place your hand on his chest to stop him.
“Haven’t changed at all have you, Cass?” Eddie’s tone is full of agitation.
“Hm. Never seemed to bother you two.”
“Hey, Y/N. We’re ready. Is there a problem?” Derek asks from across the room.
A sarcastic laugh escapes your lips as you push past them towards the door.
“Hey! Hey, hey, hey.” Steve grabs your arm turning you back around.
“I’ve got to say you two continue to fascinate me. I mean, I get why you would have a relationship…I mean ARRANGEMENT. My fault. I get why you would have an ARRANGEMENT with her. She’s a beautiful young woman but she doesn’t really seem like the submissive type.”
“Neither did you.”
You glare at Eddie as you pull yourself out of Steve’s grasp. “I imagine the sex was mind blowing which if your agreement with her was anything like ours then I get why she’s here.”
“Y/N, we aren’t in an agreement. We are in a relationship.” Steve was trying extremely hard to control his temper. “You can’t be jealous.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Harrington? Did I just hear you tell me how I’m not allowed to feel? You know what? You’re right. I can’t be jealous. This is just work, right? Go head. Fuck her all over the house for all I fucking care.”
You storm out as you stomp towards the car. Again, Steve’s hand reaches for you and spins you to face him.
“The fact that you think we would, work or not, is very frustrating, Y/N. This isn’t work for her. They would have told her she would be partnering with us. She knew we’d be here.”
“I’m not fucking stupid, Steven.”
His face twitched at the name as his head tilted to the side. “Then why are you being a fucking brat right now?”
You both stared each other down until you felt someone standing behind you and gently but firmly reached for the man’s wrist. “Ok. I know everyone is a bit amped up but Steve I’m going to need you to let go of her now, ok?” Matthew’s voice matched his movement, ready to defend you if he needed to.
Steve’s angry eyes flicked to your brother before letting you go who gently pushed you towards the passenger seat before coming back around to glance at them.
“Do what you need to do but give her some space. If you come at her right now when you’re all like this she will shut down.”
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“Talk to me, Y/N!” Matthew shouted over the music of the club as you chugged back the martini in your hand, gesturing for the waiter to bring you another.
“I don’t want to! Just let me drink and be angry, okay?!”
“Okay but why are you angry?! It’s just work right?!”
There’s a lull in the music as you turn to sullenly look at him. “Yeah but—”
“She’s their ex.”
“It’s not even that but…”
“But what?”
A heavy bass fills the room before you can answer. You reach for his hand and bring him to a patio that’s outside, allowing him to reach in his pocket and light a cigarette.
“I got incredibly sick last week and in my haze I told them I’m always worried they can do better.”
“Y/N…”
“I know. We talked about it and I believe them when they say they love me. That I’m the only one for them but then I saw that girl…she’s not like me.”
“Probably one of the many reasons they love you. Y/N, there is a reason they aren’t with this girl anymore. Also don’t forget, you met her for like, what… 5 minutes? You don’t know the whole story. You’re just letting our parents get in your brain again.”
You nod at his observation. “Matthew… our parents disowned me because I’m not perfect. What if—”
“No ma’am. Don’t even go there. Our parents disowned US because of their ignorance. Honey, being human means you’ll never be perfect but you’re perfect for them.”
You smile as you wrap your arms around him. “Thank you for being you.” He grins as he kisses the top of your head. “I’m going to go grab another drink. I’ll be right back.”
As soon as you disappear, Eddie and Steve find Matthew outside.
“Hey, man. Where is she?”, the metalhead asks.
“She went to go grab another drink.” They nod at him as they take a sip from the glasses in their hands. “She told me you asked her to move in with you guys.” Steve meets his gaze as he nods again. “She also told me what happened at the wedding you guys went to before your impromptu trip to Indiana.”
Matthew squishes his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. “I like you guys a lot but I’m warning you now. Something like that is a big step for her and if you hurt her again like you guys did before…I will kill you.” He grins at them as he pats Eddie’s shoulder. “And I don’t mean that in like a sarcastic way. She’s been through enough.”
They glance at each other, knowing he means what he’s saying. After following him back into the club, they find you dancing and smiling with Avery. Your brother chuckles as he watches you have fun. “You never would have guessed we grew up in an uber religious house!” The boys laugh along with him as he nudges Steve with his elbow. “And not just because of the dancing, Daddy!”
Their eyes widen as they turn to face him making Matthew laugh harder. “She has bruises on her wrist and arms that look like fingerprints! My sister didn’t want to tell me at first but when I told her they look like the same kind of marks girls leave my bedroom with…! It’s kind of funny! In bed I always like to be control! I assumed it was because we never had any growing up!”
The music dies down again and you giggle as you wrap your arms around your client, heading back towards your brother.
“You would think she would be the same but I guess not.”
“Maybe it’s because after she left your parent’s house, she had to learn how to handle things by herself. That can be exhausting.” Matthew raises his eyebrow inquisitively as he gives his full attention to Eddie. “Especially when you feel like… it will all fall apart if you don’t have everything together.”
“What she doesn’t realize though is”, Steve continues. “She has way more control in and out of the bedroom than she thinks she does. Y/N has us wrapped around her finger.”
“Hey! You guys came.”, Avery clapped excitedly. “How was your shoot?”
The men across from you watched as your eyes fall to the floor.
“We wouldn’t know. We left right after Y/N did.”
“Oh? What took you so long to get here then?”, you ask.
Their eyes shift to Avery before turning to your brother.
“Hey Av. I’m sick of these whiskey whatevers. Take me to the bar and order me the best drink on the menu. My sister says you come here a lot so I trust your judgement.”
Your client grins as Matthew extends his elbow to him and the boy loops his arm through as they head to the counter.
“We had a conversation with Cass about this stunt she pulled. She won’t be doing it again.”
Your eyes flicked to Steve before looking down at the contents of your glass. “Yeah, because she seems extremely trustworthy…Why…why haven’t you guys mentioned her before? Or at least told me someone you dated was in the industry so I could look out for you guys.”
They frustratingly sigh, looking around the club before Steve heads down a hallway and Eddie takes your hand to follow. After turning into a nearby open door and locking it, they marvel at the room you three find yourself in.
It’s small with couches along the mirror lined walls. In the middle, a stripper pole welcomes anyone to use with a stereo in the corner for ambiance.
“Did…did we just walk into one of our movies?” Eddie’s eyes scan the room and you can’t help but laugh.
“I mean, the club is called Fantasy.”
Steve hastily guides you to one of the sofas, throwing you both down as he takes your hands in his. “Y/N, I swear we didn’t purposely hide her from you or anything like that. We thought Cassie was back in New York.” Your brows furrow together as Eddie throws himself down next to you.
“We met her on set a little after we moved here and had our little arrangement for about two months. She was the first person we tried it with and she was all for it. The last time we saw her she was spending the night at our place and the next morning she was gone. Left a note and everything.”
“Actually, a note would have been better. She placed a sticky note on Eddie’s phone that said something like ‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m going home.’ When we called her agency, they said she had flown back home to New York.”
“Did you have feelings for her?”
“Not like we do for you.”
You roll your eyes at Steve’s answer. “I’m not a child. Just answer my question and DON’T tell me it doesn’t matter!”, you turn to warn Eddie.
“It doesn’t! Do you know why? Because she left without so much as a fucking goodbye.”
“Like we were trash.” You sighed at Steve’s comment as his eyes squint in your direction. “Y/N, she’s not nor will she ever be better than you in anyway way shape or form.”
“Is that why your jealous? Jesus Christ.”, Eddie whines in annoyance. “That little snippet you witnessed? Not new for her. She could be aggressively bratty and not in a fun way.”
“Why did you stay with her then? I mean why did you even bother?”
“Because the sex was good.”, Steve cringed as he looked at you. “It was. Again, not as good as—”
“Okay, Mr. Harrington. Calm down. I don’t need you to keep stroking my ego.”, you interrupt with a small smile.
“I’m sure you understand with your own experiences. Not that I need my ego stroked but…”, he grins. Your smile grows as you look down at your hands. “Whoa, what was that?”
“What was what?”
“Wow, Munson. Look at her face. Did all your past sexual encounters suck?”
“So, a stripper pole in the middle of the room, huh? That’s so cliché.” As you start to slide off the couch, two strong hands grip your biceps and pull you back. They both beam down at you with big, amused yet admiration filled eyes. “I did say you had way more sexual experience than me.”
“Yeah but, I mean, had you ever even cum before?”
“I thought I had. I really did! Until I got in this business. Then I thought I was doing something wrong because I couldn’t…get there. Then…”, your eyes squeeze shut as you gesture your head towards Eddie.
“Oh, this is too good.”, the metalhead chuckles. “Talk about stroking the ego. Your first orgasm EVER was because of my fingers WHILE watching Steve get his shitty blow job.” You both make a face at him as he laughs harder. “Well, you’re welcome.”
The door to the room abruptly opens as a bouncer flies in. “Guys, these rooms aren’t ready yet. You have to get out. Come on now! Now!”
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“I will be coming back. Jesus, you always hug me like I’m going away forever.”
“It feels like it.”, you wrap your arms around your brother tighter as he chuckles.
Matthew points at the guys behind you. “Remember what I said, yeah?” They nod as he unhooks your arms from around his waist to look down at your face. “You to. Don’t let our parents live rent free in there, okay?” He points to your temple as you smile and respond with a tiny ok.
After revving his bike a few times, he delivers you one final wave before speeding off and disappearing over the hill.
“Are you ok?”, Steve asks as he hugs you from behind. When you nod, he suddenly lifts you in the air and throws you over his shoulder. “Good. Then the punishment can begin.”
“Daddy!”, you giggle as he carries you back inside. “What are you talking about?! I didn’t do anything!”
“Oh, really? I specifically remember you being a brat yesterday and then the cherry on top was you calling me Steven.”
“Fuck. But I apologized!”
He reached up and smacked your ass before flinging you onto the mattress. “Watch your mouth. So, Ed, what we thinking?” The man places his hands on his hips as he looks to his friend. “Do you want to do it?”
You watch them with eager eyes as they whisper to each other. Eddie grins as Steve leaves the room and removes his pants before falling on to the bed with his bare back to the headboard. “Come here, princess.” He pats the space between his legs and you kiss his cheek as you place yourself where he wants you.
The other man returns with a bowl but before you can peek at what’s inside the metalhead grips your chin, forcing you to look ahead. “Eyes forward.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His lips tenderly kiss the back of your head as he lifts your shirt and tosses it to the floor. “Do you want your hair up or down?”
“Oh, um. I don’t know, Sir. I don’t know what’s happening. What do you think?”
The boy glances at Steve who shrugs. “You can just keep it out of her face with your hand if you need to. Can you hold it up for me though while I put this on her?”
On instinct, you move your head to look towards him to see what they are putting on you but Eddie immediately pulls your chin, forcing your face forward. “If you move your head again, you won’t like the punishment that follows. Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
He loosens his grip as he holds your hair up in a makeshift ponytail. Something soft and velvet blinds you as they place it over your eyes.
“How’s that, honey? Can you see anything? Be honest.”
“No, Daddy. It feels really nice actually. Can I adjust it a little bit?” When he gives you permission, you reach up tug it down a bit more so it’s fully and comfortably resting on your face.
When lips gently meet yours, a little gasp escapes you. “Whoa.” You reach out with your hand to caress Steve’s face. “It’s so weird but in a good way. You…taste different. Stronger.” You feel his smile spread across his lips before reaching behind you blindly to find Eddie. “Can…Can I—”
His palm reaches for your cheek and guides your mouth to his own. You instantly taste nicotine but also the lingering savoriness that makes up the man you love amplified to an intoxicating degree.
“Ok. Hey, hey now. This is supposed to be a punishment.” Steve grabs your jaw and turns you away from the other man as you both try and catch your breath. “You got her, Munson?”, he chuckles.
“Yeah. Yeah, I got her. Fuck me.” Eddie’s arms looped around yours, bringing them behind your back as his heels slide over your ankles to hold them down.
“Alright, little one. The rules of this punishment are simple. Don’t make any noise or say a word. If you do…?” While Steve was speaking, the metalhead had shifted so your wrists were held with one hand as his other came back around to the front of your body. When his friend paused, his palm came down hard on your inner thigh. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“What do you think, bud? I’m thinking 15 min of silence.”
“Sounds good to me. Start over every time she fails.”
“Every time I fail. You both are so cocky, I swear.”, you giggle until you feel Eddie’s chest lean away from you and a firm hand slaps your cheek.
“You’re already failing, little girl.”, Steve whispers.
It feels like an eternity before any movement is made. The pads of the man’s fingers glide lightly along your legs and up your thighs, stopping right before he reaches you sex and repeating his actions.
“Now I know what you’re thinking, babe. This is punishment for the way you behaved at the shoot but it’s not.” The bed dipped in front of you and you bit your lip as you felt him trace along your tummy. His fingers trailed back down and you whined when his fingers skipped your pussy again.
A hand came down to slap your thigh and Steve chuckled. “I guess we’re starting over.”
He began caressing your skin again, purposely avoiding all the sensitive areas you wanted him to touch so desperately. “You are being punished because you, little one, don’t value yourself like you should.”
Steve’s hand rested on your cheek as you turned your head to press into it. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip and you silently kissed it, hearing him let out a small sigh of pleasure. “Honey, we love you so much. There is no other woman we would rather be with than you.” Tugging his palm away, he gradually slides down your body and you jump when his thumb pressed against your clit.
“You don’t need us to tell you how amazing you are and you shouldn’t allow bitches like Cassie Leigh or your bigoted parents make you feel less than.”
You tried to hold in your whine but he wasn’t moving his thumb fast or hard enough to get you where you needed to be. As soon as it left your mouth, Steve removed his hand and Eddie slapped between your legs making you cry out.
You felt the atmosphere shift and heard the sound of something being moved.
“Jesus fucking Christ!”, you shout as something cold and wet touches your calf.
That earned you two hard slaps on your thighs. “Watch. Your. Mouth.”, Eddie growled in your ear. You apologized and slowly came to realize that the cold, wet thing was ice. Your legs began to tremble as he brought the cube between your thighs. You so badly wanted him to touch you with it as your hips involuntarily started to grind.
“Oh, honey. So needy. This is the furthest you’ve gotten so far. 10 minutes left. Do you think you can make it?”
He guided the ice to your nipple, startling you but you managed not to make a sound.
“So beautiful, sweetheart.”
Switching to caress your other breast with the cube, Steve mouth enveloped your erect bud, swirling his tongue along your flesh. Your head fell back on Eddie’s shoulder as you stifled your moans.
“You want to try, Eddie?” The metalhead slides out from behind you as the other man grips your wrists and places your hands against the headboard above you as you fall to your back.
“I could handcuff you but I’m trusting you, okay? Do NOT move your hands from this spot.”
You nod, fearing that if you reply properly, they will restart the timer. “Good girl. I’m going to help keep that mouth quiet.”
Eddie reaches into the bowl on your nightstand and picks up where his friend left off while Steve places himself by your face and positions his cock by your mouth. “Open up, little miss.”
You do as your told and he hisses at the feeling as your lips wrap around him. His hand grips the side of your head, turning you so you can take more of his length as he does small thrusts with his hips.
As Eddie brings the ice down your stomach, you feel his tongue trail after liquid and it takes every fiber of your being not to moan.
“Good girl, baby. You’re doing so well. You have a couple more minutes. I’m, f-fuck, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth, baby girl.”
While Steve picks up his pace, the metalhead rubs the cubed along your clit as he pushes two of his fingers into your entrance. The euphoria of feeling them finally touch you where you want is almost too much to handle and you know you want last long. You assume the ice in Eddie’s hand melts because the cold sensation is replaced by his warm tongue as he flicks at your nub.
Steve’s watch beeps and he groans as he pulls his cock out of your mouth.
“Sir, yes. Please, please, please! Daddy, can I cum?”
As soon as he gives you permission, your legs clamp around Eddie’s head as you stumble over the edge. He forcefully shoves your thighs against the mattress as his tongue rides you through it.
Eddie climbs your body, hurling the mask off your eyes, and pushing your legs wider apart with his knees before guiding his cock into your entrance. His motions are slow at first, pumping himself into you as deep as he can, gradually picking up his pace. You glance at Steve who was still beside you on his elbow as he watched your face contort in ecstasy.
“Can I—mmm—can I move my…hands, Daddy?”
“Yes, you can.”
Eddie mewled as you palms wrapped him and your nails dragged down his back.
“Harder, Sir. Please.”
His body fell against yours as he placed his head to the other side of your own. “Like this, baby?” He clings to you as his hips slam into yours, your eyes rolling back.
“Yes, Sir. Just like that. You feel so good.”
“Cum for me, princess. Please.” He whispers his last word so low you barely heard him, grunting as your pussy clenched around him. Eddie’s neck craned as he watched you come undone. “Good girl. That’s my sweet girl. Fuck.”
His hips faltered as he thrust his seed into your cunt. You tenderly ran your fingers through his hair as he panted against your neck.
“You ready for Daddy, baby?”
You nod, shakily crawling to him as he rises on to his knees, wrapping his arms around you, and lifting you so your back was against his chest.
Steve reached between you two, spitting into his hand as you moaned, feeling the tip of his hard cock press against you.
“Fuck, Daddy.”, you whimpered as he guided himself into your ass.
His fingers roughly pinched your cheeks, pushing your head back against his shoulder as he began pumping his hips.
“Just because the punishment ended—mmm—doesn’t mean you can curse. You…you didn’t do that with him. What makes…you think you can get away with it…with me, little girl? Hm?”
“I’m…I’m sorry, Daddy.” Your hands clung to his arms that were encircled around your waist as he thrust into you harder.
“Did his long, thick fingers and cock…make you fucking…fucking dumb?”
You cried out when you suddenly felt fingers between your legs, opening your eyes to see Eddie on his knees in front of you. His forehead fell on yours as he pushed two of his fingers inside of your entrance, matching Steve’s pace.
The other man closed his eyes, panting at the sound of your moans. “Cum, honey. Please. You sound so fucking beautiful. I need to hear it.”
He presses you tightly to him and your body shakes as you cum, lips attaching to his as his tongue mingles with yours. Steve’s grunts hit your face as he leans his nose to your cheek, his own body trembling as he releases inside of you.
“Please…”, you beg as you push at Eddie’s hand.
Steve grips your hips as he carefully lifts you off his lap before bringing you with him as he falls flat on the mattress on his side. The metalhead follows you both down, pushing some of your damp hair out of your face.
As he starts to get up, you quickly reach out to grab his arm. “Wait…Wait. Not yet.”
Eddie smiles as lays back down beside you. “Are you okay?” You nod, placing your hand on his cheek. “Ah, Ah, Ah. This is what I was afraid of. Wake up, sweetheart.”, he tuts as your eyes start to close.
A small, sleepy grin spreads along your face. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
Steve snorts behind you as he laughs making your grin stretch further along your face.
“Such a pain in the ass. You’re lucky we love you.” Eddie kisses your forehead before heading towards the bathroom and turning on the shower. The other man groans as he rolls off the bed and lifts you into his arms, setting you down under the water.
“Can I ask a question?”
“Yes, you can sit down.”
“No, you goof.”, you playfully slap Eddie’s arm. “You guys said I’m the first girl you actually had a relationship with, right? So, you’ve never had a girl move in with you?”
Their actions slow as they listen, Steve freezing completely. “That’s right.”
“So, um, I know that when I sleepover or vice versa, we fall asleep together but at your house you both have your own room…”
The metalhead turns off the shower, drying himself before reaching for you and gently running the towel over your body. “Princess, you’re doing that thing again where you dance around the topic instead of asking what you actually want to ask.”
“I was just thinking… I mean…do you both need your own room?”
Steve throws on some boxers and reaches for a clean shirt to throw over your head. “I like falling asleep with you.”
“Me to.”, Eddie chimes in. “I was thinking…hypothetically… if you moved in with us, we could turn one of our rooms into like an office or something for you.”
“You do bring a lot of your work home. Not including us, of course.”
You giggle as you climb back into bed and they follow, your eyes shifting back and forth between them. “Okay.”
“Okay like ‘good to know’ or okay like ‘I want to move in with you guys?’”, Steve asked in a nervous tone.
“I’d like to move in. If…if you still want me to.”
“Fuck yes!”, Eddie shouts before clearing his throat. “I mean, yeah, of course we still want you to.”
“Matthew already threatened us to so you’re good to go.”
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ALONE ᰔᩚ
warning: eh.. smut, daddy kink, c1mming, f1nger!ng kink, eating out (ifykyk), praise kink, preggie kink
i dont like smut. ion kno why i am doin this as a Christian lmao
anyways probs my first n last time but hope u like it, ya freaks:
minors dni !! 18+
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characs.
(original) kimberly fatu
joshua fatu
jonathan fatu
trin fatu
joe anoai
montez ford
bianca belair
jade cargill
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desccc: the gng come over to kim n jey's house for a game night. jey wants to get up to sum else.. whatchu thank happens??
"Mmnn, Jey, c'mon", Kim said, Jey leaving sloppy kisses down her neck as she applies her blush.
"Nah, ma, you lookin a bit too fine, what's goin on?" He said, sucking her neck.
Kimberly moved from him before he could leave a love mark. "Is it so bad that cho girl wanna look good today? Leave me alone boy", Kim giggles. "Stop playin games, woman" Jey says, giving a quick smack on her ass and walking away.
*15 minutes later*
The doorbell rang for a good minute before Kimberly shouted at Jey.
"Daaanggg! I'm getting it, shoot.." Jey says as he rushes towards the door. "Heyyyy!" Trin squeals as she rushes into the house, sitting the wine down on their kitchen island. "Wassup, dawg?" Jey greets Jimmy with their 'secret' handshake.
"What's good?" Jimmy returned his energy. "YEET!" "NO YEET!", they said at the same time. Jimmy glared and mugged at Jey, Jey does the same thing, and enters the house.
Jey walks over to Trinity and gives her a short hug. "What's up, Trin, how y'all been?" Jey questioned.
"I'm good. We been good." Trin says, smiling at Jimmy.
"Yurrr" (means u heard fa da non vernacular ppl) Jimmy added.
"That's good."
"Where's ma girl?" Trin asked.
"Oh, uh, BAE!" Joshua called out.
"ONE SEC, BOO" Kim called out back.
After a few seconds, she finally walks down the left stairs and runs over to Trin.
Trinity does the same thing and they give each other a huge bear hug. "Girl, I missed chuuuu!" Kim speaks, pulling apart. "Not more than me fa sureee!"
They all laugh and joke around until a knock on the door and a doorbell is heard.
Kimberly gets up to open the door is is surprised to see Montez and Bianca with a new face. She lets them in, greeting the new girl politely but looking over her shoulder at Trin who seems to be skiking at the girl. They all sit down after saying their 'hello' s to eachother and Bianca began to explain.
"So this is Jade, she's new on Smackdown and we are in this lil' group thang or whatever. She's really cool and sweet, we have a feelin' you gon' like this girl!" Bianca beamed.
"Oh..heyyy, Jade!" Kim stuck out her hand for her to shake.
"Hiii, they talk about chu so much, my gosh, I'm literally so happy to finally meet chu!" she smiled.
Eh.. maybe they will get along.
*30 minutes later (roman finally gets there btw)*
"Okay y'all, that was fun!" Trinity says.
"Yeah, it was but I'm feeling for a more.. I don't know.. movey.. game?" Bianca calls out.
"Yeah, me too. This alcohol is running through my veins like crazy, gettin' me excited or whatever." Jade added on.
"Uh, what about twister?" Kim suggested.
"Sounds fun to me" Roman replied, shrugging.
Joshua's hand reached Kimberly's thigh and started to rub in and out. She looked over to him but he just ignored her and talked to Jimmy and Roman.
"I'll get the game" Kim said.
"I'll also change my panties 'cause DAYUM these wet asl" she thought to herself.
She walks up the stairs and goes to her and Jey's shared bedroom, she goes into the drawer and starts looking through their board games.
Kim can hear footsteps coming towards the room. Before she had the chance to turn around, Jey had already given her a slap on the ass. It was easier for him to do so as she was bending down to look through the drawer. Kimberly let out a quiet Yelp and turned around.
"Boy, quit playin wit me and go downstairs to entertain out guests, damnit!", she complained.
"Would rather entertain you." he says playing with her hair.
She tuts and attempts to walk away, the game they were waiting for in her hands.
Joshua pulls her by the waist towards him and they both landed on the bed because she fell on him. "What is you doin'?" she asked and got up but Jey put a stop to that because he pushed her back down on the bed.
"JEY, we ain't finna do this rn" she said, laughing a lil bit.
"You ain't want this?", he asked pulling out his 6-inch cock.
Her jaw dropped as if she had never seen it before. She says to herself, 'why is it that everytime he brings it out, it gets bigger?'.
"You ain't want this dick?" Jey asks as he slaps her face with it.
"I-.." she was lost for words.
He gave her a light smack with his hands. "Speak up, ma"
He walks over to the door, dick swinging and all, and locks it. "Tell me you ain't want this dick rn"
She shook her head at his request. "Oh okay so you do want it?" Jey laughed as his dick starting getting more and more hard and hit his stomach. "'cause one thang fa sure, I know it sure as heck wants yo' ass."
She crawled over to him from the middle of the bed to the edge where he was standing. Joshua places the dick on her tongue and she took him as a whole, balls included. Joshua let out a groan as she pulled away, catching her breath. "Keep doin' whatchu do, ma" he told her.
This time, she played with his balls whilst spitting on his cock and deepthroating him. She began to twist and bob her head on his dick, making sure to add in the tongue whenever she possibly could.
"Yeahhh, mmn, just like that, baby" he moaned. "Keep doin' that stuff, huh."
After around a minute later, just as she was about to make him nut, he pulled away. Kimberly frowned but later got rid of that face as Jey ripped apart her panties with just 4 fingers.
Dang, that man is strong.
"You like this stuff, hmm?" He says whilst dipping two fingers in her. "MMNN, UGHH, J-JEY.."
"Shhh, you ain't want them to hear us, huh, 'specially not cho new fren" he shushes her.
He begins to speeded up the process of fingering her wetness. "B-aeeee, ooouuuu, mnnnnn" she moans, quietly and her legs start to tremble. Joshua holds her to make sure she don't fall.
"Ouuu, you so good, daddy, mmnnn" she scream-whispers.
"Say that again"
"Ooo, yesyesyes, DADDYY, I-M FINNA C-" she squeals as she releases all over Jey's fingers.
"Well dang, that ain't take long, hmm?"
She is shaking.
"Answer me." he says as he shoves his cummed-filled hands into her mouth. Kimberly nods and slurps her nut.
"Turn around" he says out of nowhere.
Nevertheless, she does as she's told and turns around. "Arch for daddy". Once again, she does he instructions instructed to her.
Joshua sticks his tongue up all in dat phat. He swirls his tongue over her clit as he hears her pleas and her cries. It makes him even more turned on so he opens her lips with his fingers and starts to like the sides and all over her clit. He licks inside of her pussyhole and his sharp tongue reaches a certain small spot. "AARGGGGGHHH, JEYYY, MMNNNN RUGHT THERE BABY, OHHH!" she screams out, tears and mascara running down her cheeks.
As he does what he do best, he starts to slap her ass. For every slap comes every moan. "Keep yo' sexy ass down, yur?"
"Mmnn..."
"ANSWER ME" he says giving her a harsh, hot slap on her ass.
"Y-yes..Jey- yes!"
"Yes who?"
"DADDY! MMN, YES DADDY! AHHH!" she says excitedly, still struggling to speak though as she reaches her peak.
She let's loose all over Jey' beard. He moves from under her ass, her juices falling off of his hairy chin. "Y-you..so-s-so good, papi" She collapses onto the bed.
"Uhn uhn, you want this dick right?"
"Yes, daddy, yes please"
"You said you ain't want it though." he says, stroking himself.
"I-i do!"
"Beg for it then" he says smirking and winking at the poor girl.
"UGHH, PLEASE DADDY, PLEASE, GIVE ME YOUR DICK, MAKE ME DICK DRUNK. MAKE ME SQUIRT AND CUM TILL I CAN'T BREATH NO MO'. LET ME HAVE YO' BABY, DADDY, PLEASE!" she begged. She arched her back in the air higher than she ever had befo. She knew her back was finna ache in the morning but she was getting that good cock. Who gives a donkey's ass?
"Since you asked so nicely..." he mocked before slipping into her wet disaster. He messes her up till she came and squirted all up on him. It went like this:
"Ohhhh...damnnn, good dickkkk, gooood dickkk" she whispered and moaned.
"Yeah, gotchu looking like a dick-owned slut, ain't we? Yeahhh, you the slut." he groaned, thrusting into her, holding her hips.
"I'm the slutttt, your sluttt!" she moaned.
"Who own this pussy? huh?"
"Y-YOU, DADDY! YOUUUU OWN THISS!"
"Say it again!" he moaned, slapping her ass.
"You own this pussy. All. Freakin. Yours" Kimberly says as she begins to throw it back on his dick.
"Ughhh, ffff-...mmm..keep doin' whatchu is doin', baby!"
"You like this?"
He held onto her hair to bring her head back as they moaned in sync. Honestly, they could care less about who heard them. The sounds of their sweaty, wet skin against eachother and the sound of their moans and groans filled the whole room. "You want my babies? All that talk. You gon' have my child." he says, thrusting up in her even more rough and harder. He raises one leg up and starts to pound all in that. "AURGHHH, DADDYYY!!" she uses her hands to push him away but with that no avail.
"Nah, you was talkin' 'bout 'ion want this. ion want it.' but chu here actin' a fool now" he chuckled. "Don't try run from this 6 inch machine, baby"
"I'm gon' MARK YOU UP, BAE! YOU READY TA BE THE MOTHER OF MY KID, HUH, HMM?" Joshua questioned, his dick twitching inside of her and his dick getting sloppy. She was unable to speak. Weird sounds came out of her mouth as she came and squirted down his cock. Her legs shook.
Jey groaned loudly as he released himself inside of her also. Dang, that was some great sex. His dick slid right outta her with some of his cum dripping out of her too.
*15 minutes after*
Trinity speaks up, "Ha, yeah, anyways, y'all ain't wondering where the power couple are? Hm? They been gone for long.." she says giving Bianca and Jade 'the look'.
They return that look.
"Yeah, no, no, I've been wondering too" Joe answers.
"Maybe they still lookin' fa the game, y'all" Jonathan's stupid ass shrugs.
"No, dumbass, she got that diiiickkkk- ouch!" Montez talks before getting hit in the back of the head by Bianca.
Jade is very obviously uncomfortable. "Well, what a great first encounter, huh?" she jokes. Some of the others nervously laugh at the joke, whilst the others shrug or ignore her.
Finally, the couple that everyone's been talkin' bout came down the stairs, hand in hand. "So, where y'all been fa a hour straight?" Joe asks, Montez looking at his watch, Trin looking at the clock and the others looking straight towards them. "Yeah! And where's the game?" Jon asks. This time, it was Trin doin the lil hit on the back of the head. Jey stares at him, so do the others. "Damn, ay, ain't got it? That's cool.." he whispers to himself, rubbing the back of his upper neck, his eyes facing the floor.
Kimberly blushed uncontrollably and bit her lip, saying nothing as she didn't want to speak in that moment.
"We just needed some...time, that's all." Jey spoke up finally. Kimberly Fatu just nodded, not wanting to say anything. "Yup, a hour's time, oh jeyyyy, oh daddy, cu-"
"UH, ANYWAYS, really, y'all should go..thanks for coming, have a good night, goodbye." Jey says, letting go of his wife's hand and pushing everyone towards the front door. "We'll call yo-" Bianca and Trinity didn't even get to finish their sentence before the sound of the door interrupted them.
"Well... I guess we were loud?"
"Oh, really? Dumbass.." Kimberly smiled, showing off her dimples as she walked toward her husband.
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Genos with a Chubby, NB, AFAB Partner head cannons!!
Nb- non binary. Afab- assigned female at birth
The person that requested it asked:
What kind or person do you think Genos would fall for and how would they meet!
Also doing a few plus size head cannons! :)
This might not be accurate cause it's been a bit since I've watched OPM.
I don't think looks matter to Geno's. Hear me out. I think he would like someone that's satisfyingly pleasing to look at. But that doesn't attractive. It could be something special about you. A gleem in your eyes, freckles, a crooked nose, a cool hair style, or just your overall aura.
Or being chubby :). I think Geno's would find a chubby/curvy partner elegant and pleasing to look at. He likes how soft and plush they look. Especially if you have chubby cheeks. I think he would find thoses adorable.
When it comes to what I think Geno's would look for in a partner I think more about personality then looks.
Cause he has a really good sense most of the time whether a person is bad or good.
Geno's would like a partner that is patient with him when it comes to his emotions. Will help him learn about them and be by his side if he gets overwhelmed.
I think he would like more of a light spoken person. Not someone that is constantly loud and yelling. Someone that keeps their calm and has a nice voice.
He would like someone that listens. Someone that pays attention to what he is saying and genuinely cares or wants to help. Someone that is caring.
I think we would like someone that is a introvert or ambirvert.
Someone he can just chill out with. That he can sit in silence with while they read. To where it's not a awkward silence but a comforting, welcoming one.
Over all I think he would like a "soft" person ya know.
They would meet at a coffee shop. You we're inside relaxing on your day off. Sitting by the window.
While genos and Saitama we're on patrol they pass by said coffee shop and Geno's immediately notices you through the glass. Something inside him felt weird. Like his "heart" shuttered. He wanted to know you. You aura seemed so interesting.
While he was thinking, he didn't realize but he stopped dead in his tracks. Just staring at you. Luckily you didn't notice. Saitama turns around to see what's the hold up. "Huh? You want coffee or something?" he asks.
Geno's comes back to reality from his day dream. "No master. I just thought I seen something. Must of been my imagination...." he lies.
They go on with their day but Geno's made sure to scan your face so he wouldn't forget it.
Some days later while he is on patrol by himself he sees you crouched down petting a stray cat. He had to talk to you. He just had to. Its been itching at him all week. "Excuse me miss. It's going to be getting late soon. You should head home before it gets too dark." he says towering over you from the ground.
You look up at him, realizing who it was. "I'll be on my way. Just wanted to say goodbye to my little friend. Thank you sir." you stand up and give him a closed eye smile before turning around to walk away.
Geno's starts walking beside you. "Um. May I ask why you're following me?" you ask confused. Geno's stays looking forward. "Its unsafe for a lady to walk home by herself at a hour like this. I'm heading this way anyways." he says making a excuse to see you longer.
"I see. Well thank you." you hum.
After you and genos arrive at your house he takes his leave. Not saying much. After that you and him started running into each other more often. Talking more each time. Soon be coming friends.
Geno's love language would be quality time or acts of service. He likes have your presence near him. Even if y'all are talking. Or when you do small acts of kindness for him.
Your presence is something he craves so much. How it's warm and welcoming. He can't get enough of it. After a long day of Patroling nothing is more relaxing then coming home to be around you. Cause right when he opens the door to come in this comforting aura just swallows him whole.
He immediately feels relaxed. He's not sure why you have such a aura like this cause it's nothing like he's seen before.
As he gets more comfortable around you and starts seeing you more. He starts craving your presence more often. Not wanting to just be around you but even touching you. Resting his hand on yours. Or your shoulder touching his.
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Someone Great (Steve Harrington x Reader)
A/N: Hey guys! Here is my first Steve Harrington fic! I hope y'all like it. This is based on all of the “Steve talking about having kids with the reader” requests! It’s a bit angsty, and I’m just gonna say it now...SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASON 4 VOL 2!!! Please be careful LOL. So this one is based on Someone Great by LCD Soundsystem, but I also listened a lot to This is Me Trying by Taylor Swift while writing this. Anyway, here is some angst to fluff, enjoy y'all.
Summary: (SPOILERS AHEAD) As Steve’s best friend, you think you know everything about him. But you don’t know about his dream to have a Winnebago filled with Harringtons, and that you’re in it.
Warnings: SPOILERS INCOMING FOR SEASON 4 VOLUME 2!!!!!!! Canon divergence! I literally ignore Nancy and completely replace her in the Winnebago scene LOL. Cursing, character deaths from season 4 volume 2 mentioned below the cut so beware! Canon mentions/depictions of violence and death in general, friends to lovers. Also, probably tons of grammatical errors. Takes place the day before that “two days later”...
Word Count: 2,048...kinda short for me.
The past week, or the past few years, rather, had been far from normal. Battling inter-dimensional monsters had become somehow…commonplace. But it never got easier, and neither did losing those around you.
It was a day after you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy had narrowly escaped Vecna and the Upside Down. You knew things weren’t over yet, far from it. You knew this was just the beginning. The destruction of practically all of Hawkins, despite your attempts to destroy Vecna, was enough proof of that.
Your ears were still ringing, your heart was still pounding against the walls of your chest, and your head was still spinning. Your mind went back and forth between Eddie and Max, refusing to quit, engraving fictional images of their limp bodies in the very foremost part of your memory. It had been impossible to shake.
And you knew it always would be.
All of this would be eternally impossible to simply shake off. This was the type of shit that would continue plaguing you with nightmares thirty years down the line once you’ve settled down with a family of your own.
In search of some semblance of peace, some inkling of hope that maybe this could all get better one day, you take your bike down to Lover’s Lake.
You find your way down to the dirty dunes of the beach, and you sit down on the cool damp sand. Your eyes focus on the water in front of you, reflecting the bright blue sky and the glimmering sun above. It feels unfair, how beautiful of a day it is. You wanted the world to stop, to comprehend what the fuck had just happened. You wanted to force the universe to grieve with you, even if it was just for a brief second. Eddie and Max deserved that. You knew they deserved more than just that, but it would suffice for now.
Instead, you sat alone on the beach of the lake. You remember summer days when your parents would take you and Steve down to the lake. Your parents had met Steve’s parents when they first moved to Hawkins, and the couples clicked instantly. Still, your parents noticed how absent Steve’s parents were, and they quickly began taking Steve on your family day trips. It was here, on the beach of Lover’s Lake, that you and Steve developed your life-long friendship. It was over a stupid little sandcastle that you and Steve had pinky-sworn to always help each other, no matter what.
After demo-dogs, evil time bending wizards, and a massive Mind Flayer, it was safe to say you had each held up your ends of the bargain.
You would never admit it out loud, but you desperately wished he was here with you now. It felt selfish to need him. He was probably just as traumatized as you, after all. It doesn’t help that you’ve been pining over him for the past few years. You’ve watched him hop from girl to girl, to Nancy, and back to girl to girl again. But now, that seemed like the smallest of your problems.
You try to push your thoughts of Steve out of your head. You squeeze your eyes shut, as if you were hard resetting yourself. But all you can see is Steve in that stolen Winnebago, staring deeply into your eyes from the driver’s seat.
“You? A big family?” You questioned, dumbfounded at Steve’s confession.
“Oh yeah,” He smirks softly, briefly musing over his response before continuing. “I’m talking like a full brood of Harringtons…like five, six kids…”
You cut him off, eyes wide with shock. “Six kids?” A smile tugs softly at your lips as he glances over at you.
“Yeah, six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys…” He trails off, eyes on the road again, the corners of his mouth turned up.
The thing was, you could see it. You could see each part of Steve’s dream as he explained it. You could see him, surrounded by six children tackling him down on the sands of some beach town in California. You could see him propping up one of his daughters onto his shoulders to get the perfect view of the Grand Canyon. You could see him pitching up a tent at Yellowstone all because the kids begged to sleep outside, to actually feel like they were camping.
But most of all, and possibly worst of all, you could see yourself there with him. And God, you desperately wanted to be there with him.
You turn towards Steve. His gaze was already set on you, as if he had asked you a question and was awaiting your answer. You search his eyes as your smile widens.
“That’s beautiful, Steve,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, as if your words had gotten stuck in your throat. “Really, it sounds like a dream,” You force the words out this time, loud enough so that he knows you really mean it.
Because you did.
And you still do.
You could feel the tears welling in your eyes. All of this was becoming unbearable. You could feel yourself waking up from the shock of losing Eddie and practically losing Max. What are you even supposed to do in a situation like this? How are you supposed to go back to college in the fall? How are you even supposed to go home now? Nothing felt like home anymore, not after all this.
The only thing that felt like home was him.
Steve.
But that didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. He was still in love with Nancy, and if your friends weren’t dead yet, they were certainly still in danger.
A chill runs down your spine as the wind whips off the lake and across the sand. You shudder under the touch of the breeze. You shut your eyes, tears freeing themselves as they fall down your cheeks. You bring your legs tightly into your chest, your arms reaching around them to hold yourself in place. Your head falls against your knees, the tears becoming uncontrollable. Your sobs grow louder, the heaving of your chest growing quicker.
In the near distance, you can hear tires screeching against pavement, and a car engine suddenly turning off. You sniffle softly, ignoring the car. You didn’t care if someone saw you like this. You deserved to cry, to break down. What else were you supposed to do?
What are the options?
When someone great is gone
When someone great is gone.
You could hear someone calling out a name, and as the voice becomes closer, the name the person is calling sounds a lot like yours. Suddenly, there’s a hand on your shoulder. The touch is familiar, warm, welcoming.
Steve.
You glance up, your face wet, your eyes bloodshot. The sight of you makes his heart stutter and clench painfully. He immediately falls to your side, wrapping you in his arms.
“Hey,” He whispers into your ear. “It’s me, I’ve got you now, it’s okay.”
You heave into his chest, your sobs echoing across the lake.
“It j-just keeps coming,” You stutter. “A-all of this, it’s n-never gonna stop, it’s never gonna…” You trail off, pressing your face farther into Steve’s chest.
And it keeps coming
And it keeps coming
And it keeps coming
Till the day it stops
You’re in Steve’s lap now. His hands rub softly against your back, his fingers drawing shapes against any exposed bits of skin. He shushes you, cradling you in his arms.
“We’re gonna be okay,” He reassures as one of his hands travels up to the nape of your neck, gently combing through your hair. “We’re gonna get out of this, I promise.”
“But what if-,”
Steve immediately cuts you off. “No what if’s,” His voice is firmer now. He pulls you away from him for just a second, as if to solidify his point. His eyes stare into yours. “You’re getting out of this, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to make sure that happens.”
You swallow harshly, his words burning into your skin. You shake your head. “But you have to get out of here, too,” You insist. “You gotta get a nice girl and your six kids and that Winnebago,” You say, your voice shaking with every syllable. Even as kids, you always put Steve’s happiness before your own. If he had a shot at leaving all of this behind, you wanted him to take it.
Steve scoffs, looking off into the distance. “A nice girl?” He questions, his hands still firmly pressed against you, caressing you.
You nod as you struggle to keep yourself together, images of Steve starting a life with Nancy flashing through your mind. “Yeah,” You say, taking a deep breath. “Someone great, like Nancy.”
Steve looks at you incredulously, and then looks back out to the lake, searching for the right thing to say.
“That thing, about the Winnebago and the kids,” He whispers, his eyes frantically taking in all your features. “I wasn’t imagining Nancy when I told you all that. I never have…” He trails off, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat.
“I imagined you.”
Those were the words that you had always wanted to hear, the words that made the sky open up, the words that made the world melt away.
Steve’s grip moves down to your waist, his fingers pressing into the exposed skin between your t-shirt and your jeans. One hand remains in your hair, pulling your face closer to his. He’s just inches away from you now. You can feel his breath tickle your nose as he parts his lips.
“I’ve imagined being with you for as long as I could possibly remember,” He confesses, his forehead pressing against your own. “The kids, the Winnebago, the vacations, it all means nothing if I’m not doing it with you.”
His lips ghost over yours. You breathe softly against him. “Steve I-,”
He cuts you off. “And I get it if you don’t feel the same. I get it if the six kids thing sounds crazy. I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I don’t want to scare you away. It’s just that-,”
“Steve,” You cut him off this time, a smile making its way across your face. “I want that. I want you, and your brood of Harringtons,” You giggle at the last bit of your confession, your face lighting up for the first time in what feels like an eternity.
“Oh thank fucking God,” Steve mutters, somehow pulling you closer to him.
His lips press firmly against yours, capturing you, securing you, and simultaneously freeing you all at once. It feels like for just one second, not all is lost. It feels like there’s a future out there where you and Steve and the kids save Hawkins. It feels like there’s a future out there where all of these deaths and battles aren’t in vain, that they mean something. It feels like there’s a future where you and Steve make it, like there’s a future out there where your little Harringtons are fighting each other to be Steve’s first mate in the front seat of a Winnebago.
The kiss is languid and smooth. His body moves carefully against yours, as if he’s afraid you’ll turn to dust in front of him, as if you’ll crumble and he’ll have no way to put you back together. It’s clear, even in just this kiss, that he’s afraid that he’s going to lose you just as soon as he’s finally gotten you.
And you can’t help but feel the same.
When his lips finally part from your own, you can’t help but want more. It wasn’t enough. The cool breeze that comes off the lake whisks between the two of you, causing Steve to grip tighter onto you.
“We’re gonna get that future, I promise,” He whispers.
“Good,” You whisper back. “Because I’ve got some names in mind.” You grin widely.
“Oh yeah?” Steve grins even wider than you. “You gotta tell me then. Spill.”
You knew it wouldn’t be like this forever. But for a moment, just a moment, things seemed perfect, safe.
We're safe, for the moment
Saved for the moment…
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Omg World Cup season is just making me think non stop abt pro athlete Kageyama with a model/celebrity girlfriend LIKE??!! Tell me that does not make so much sense and them being such a hot couple UGH!!
OMG YESSS and that world cup finale??? ugh, incredible. i love love love this SOOO MUCH mwah!!
power couple.
pro athlete timeskip! kageyama tobio x model girlfriend! reader
cw: fem reader, cursing, mentions of jealousy
you're a big name model across the globe so he very much knows who you are before meeting
the first time he saw you was when he was doing a promotional shoot for a skincare line that sponsored japan's team
he personally hates these shoots so much but you happen to be on set because the photographer was your best friend as you helped her get the gig
he was stricken, and you noticed his gawking. i think at one point hinata had to flick his jaw closed
the rest of the team looked smugly at him, all-knowingly
you two didn't start talking to each other until later in the shoot. he didn't know you had feelings for him until you confessed (bc lets be honest here, he doesn't have the balls) after going on numerous dates, numerous overseas phone calls etc.
after you two became official, he was ecstatic, but in a cool way ofc (can't let them know he a munch)
but like it literally makes so much sense as kags would TOTALLYYYY bag you and he KNOWS he's lucky
another thing is, kags is total weirdo and nerd (in the best way possible) but like you let him embrace it. i feel like he would be the type to tell you "i just finished taking the biggest shit in your bathroom" and you'd both look at each other for a split second then bend over laughing
after three months? no more honeymoon stage? everything's the same and healthy? past month of hinting you two were in the same place at roughly similar times and no paparazzi catching yall?
hard launch relationship on instagram.
i dare you to tell me this man wouldn't, especially w such a hot gf.
OMGGG and when yall have been dating for a while and it's volleyball season..and japan wins? he runs straight over to you with the biggest, most excited, relief-filled hug.
the team also loves you and they very lowkey ask themselves how managed to bag the most eligible bachelorette across nations, but they couldn't imagine it any other way.
you two are a global power couple, and everyone either love or hates out of jealousy over how perfect y'all are together
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If there’s a third season in the future, what do you hope to see?
Mine are:
1. More Mkulia. And they somehow find a way to gain control of their team.
2. Raj and Wayne got separated into two teams, I want to see how they deal with their own team and their thoughts of compete against each other.
3. Add two more characters and make it 3 teams with 6 person.
4. An unexpected villain arc for a originally good character and let them win. (I kinda want to see Damien got one after he knows Total Drama well enough.)
gonna ramble about my s3 wishes under cut. i'll probably come up with more as the days go by:
i just think we deserve a girl vs girl finale. too many missed opportunities for one. i need to see girl success.
i love julia, but let's give the main antagonist role to someone like, oh i dunno, the contestant who has sworn vengeance on this cast during both of her eliminations maybe? (i'm looking at you scary girl. keep your word! make it to the dang merge and make their lives hell! i've written an analysis for you and everything!)
i don't even care if nichelle wins anymore (and that's saying a lot coming from me), but can we PLEASE just PLEASE get her to the merge at least? i am so sick of people calling her niche-L like STOP 😭 can we TRY with her character instead of making it into a gag? just a little attempt?? for me??? (as you can see, i am staring hard at the only two contestants from this gen who didn't make the merge in both seasons)
give us a challenge at night. give us a swimming challenge. give us alt outfits. give us new settings. give us some creativity and fun. we deserve it. the island is cool but imagine if we were quite literally anywhere else. your ratings will peak.
i would also like to see the hockey bros on separate teams, especially after wayne has seemingly gotten over his fear of being on a different (hockey) team than raj. it would be interesting for their characters imo!
no central romance plot i BEG. put that big binder AWAY. not saying we can't have a romance plot (i think they can be cute and nice!), but let's just make sure it isn't the central plot or i'll lose my mind <3
make mkulia canon you cowards. i know i just said no central romance plot but like. we can still make this a subplot if we try hard enough.
i need more drama in total drama. like. let's make the drama STICK instead of having it rushed and solved in the span of an episode. long lasting tension leaves the audience gagged and wanting more. if we gotta make longer seasons then so be it! (oh how i miss the longer seasons...)
if y'all don't make emma and bowie talk next season like........... do not separate the besties like this! bring them back!
and speaking of my fav white girly—we need her to get some plot. i do not ever want to see her eliminated the way she was ever again. that was heartbreaking!
if we can't make a world tour/musical season happen again, first of all, BOOOOO THAT SUCKS, and second of all, can we at least squeeze in a musical episode? i gotta hear them sing, i'm sorry... my musical phase is never-ending i fear
you know that one intern? the one with the really good design? it would be soooooo cool if they made her a contestant to fill in a contestant quota or something. it would be sooooo cool 😇 don't you guys think it would be sooooo cool?
#screw it we main tag#total drama#td spoilers#total drama spoilers#ask quackle#hhytheking#i wouldn't be me if i didn't ramble 💪🏾
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What if Marinette and Adrien had an Adult (Part 2)
So been thinking about this for awhile. This is going to be a Maribat fic (Mostly found family, Daminette (eventually) Adrien x Jon Kent (they would be awesome together) Jason Todd x OFC (mentioned)). What if Selina took a note out of Bruce's book and adopted a little orphan of her own. What if she was close to Jason, what if she followed Dick and started the Teen Titans after losing Jason, and what if she eventually ended up in Paris saw Hawkmoth and these two kids doing their best and just went "mine now!". Well I guess we'll find out.
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Prologue
Dusk welcomed the 2 young heros to her hideout
Kitty had bought this building when she first moved to Paris as a place to train in peace and a place for the Titans to hang out when they visited
Dusk: Welcome to Grande Falls or the unofficial name Titans' Falls!
Ladybug and Chat Noir looked in wonder at all the training equipment in the huge room that took up what looked to be two floors from the outside
Half the room was exercise equipment and the other half was filled with parkour equipment while the rafters had what look to be trapeze equipment
Chat Noir: Titans' Falls?
Dusk: Yep! I own this whole building and the Titans use it as a base for operations in France.
Ladybug *pointing up*: Is that trapeze stuff?
Dusk: Again yes, one of my friends is a trapeze artist and he taught me and I'm going to teach you. It'll help you in the field. I'll also going to be teaching you parkour and have y'all doing strength training. For now we're going to focus on your skills in the suits but as time goes on I want us to focus on your skills out of the suits too. But for now let's see what y'all can do in the suits, 10 laps around the gym right now!
The 2 younger heros have Dusk a solute before following orders
Dusk took her mother's approach to training
Be encouraging but tuff
After 2 hours of assessing their skills Dusk called for an end to training
Dusk: You did great tonight guys! Now head home and get to bed! We'll be doing out of suit practice Friday night at midnight. Wear exercise clothes and comfortable shoes.
Ladybug: shouldn't we do a patrol around the city to make sure everything is okay?
Dusk: I already patrolled for tonight and after that exercise you need rest not more work, but before I forget, these are for you
Dusk hand them 2 bright yellow Titans Communicators
Dusk: If you need me or each other you can call on this I already have all of our numbers programed into it, but I also have the number for the main Titans tower in it, just in case the worst is to happen you can still call for help.
Chat: Wow so cool!
Ladybug: Thank you Dusk for everything
Dusk rubbed the heads of the two teens affectionately
Dusk: Don't mention it kid, now off to bed the both of ya!
Once the 2 teens left Kitty tried to call Raven again to talk about the miraculous
Whenever she would try to talk about it, the feed would go static until she stop and it was like Raven completely forgot about their previous conversation until Kitty brought it up directly
It seemed that the miraculous or whoever was handing them out didn't want the information to leave Paris
So instead of getting information Kitty set up a safe word with the Titans that if they hear it they need to come to Paris ASAP and track the communicators and help the kids holding it
The safe words had to be something that people couldn't guess
Something that only she would use
The safe word was Pride and Prejudice
Kitty looked over to a well loved book that sat on her bedside table
She still remember the day she got that very book from...Jason
*Flashback*
Jason: Happy 16th Birthday KitKat!
Jason hugged Kitty from behind giving her a big kiss on the cheek
Kitty: Thank you, dork.
Jason: Aw and I thought we were past that darling. Enough of that! Time to open the present I got you.
The older boy handed over a small present
Kitty: Thank you Jason, but you know you didn't have to get me anything, you being here is enough, I feel like you're always on patrol or some case right now
Jason: I'll always make time for you. Now stop stalling and open your gift
Kitty did and inside was a copy of the book "Pride and Prejudice"
Kitty: I love this story, but I haven't read the book yet
Jason: Which is a crime! But I got you this book for another reason. This is our story. We started out with you hating me, while poor me fell in love at first sight and didn't know how to show it.
Kitty gave Jason a light shove at his dramatics
Jason: but we over came first impressions and became friends, then we became more than friends, and now I couldn't imagine my life without you Kitty. I know we're still young but I know you're it for me. I love you Kitty
Kitty: I love you too Jason
*Flashback End*
But it was more than just a book
Jason had made little notes in the margins for her
What he thought when he first saw her, his perspective on their interactions, and his thoughts on their future
Kitty couldn't bear to open the book now but she couldn't let it go either
It was the last thing she had of Jason and she wasn't willing to give it up
The next day Kitty was at her day job in the bakery when Marinette came storming in for lunch
Kitty: Whoa there firefly what's up? What's got you stomping around?
Marinette: Not only am I in class with Chloe again, but her friend Adrien is also in the class and he seems to be just as bad as her! He put gum on my chair today!
Kitty glanced towards the school and see a blond boy race out of the school and towards the bakery
Kitty: Did you see him put the gum on your chair or was he just standing over the gum
Marinette: Well I didn't exactly see him do it, but knowing Chloe I doubt people who call her a friend are much better
Kitty: I don't know mean people don't usually go out of their way to explain themselves
Marinette: But he hasn't!
Kitty: But it looks like he's about you
Adrien did come to apologize and explain that he was just trying to get the gum off her chair not put it on
That lunch period Marinette and Adrien struck up a strong friendship
The laughed and talked about the fashion world with Kitty interjecting every now and then but mostly just enjoying the conversation between the two teens
Outside the bakery an old man and the Turtle kwami stood and watch the trio laugh and joke
Wayzz: It seems like the holders have found a mentor mastor
Fu: Maybe that's a good thing. The holders are still very young and they could use some guidance. I cannot reveal myself until our enemy does, so until then Ms. Kyle seems to be doing a fine job for now.
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[Insert cool post title here]
1 AM things hit hard🤠 I am also inducing references with the emojis, some may be old, some may be new.
Note this includes most characters that did play/react to something on the channel and won't include side characters (sorry Papa KC :'c) in the lore episodes. This also includes crossovers with other shows(only if they play or react to something, not lore episodes!).
If all the other SAMS characters did gaming videos with the BM twins:
🍁/🍄BM+Sun🌤🐈: This combo would most likely be Lunar forcing Sun to play games with the twins just to try and make them get alone, obviously they don't as, well.... Sun and the twins don't have the greatest experiences together.. (we all know why) , and I feel like Sun would feel anxious all the time while playing the game or reacting
🍁/🍄BM+Moon🌙📎: In this situation Moon would just be confused about what's happening and the twins would probably compare new Moon to the Old Moon to get on his nerves, and of course it works, and after the video ends, the twins get their butts kicked if Lunar won't be there that is, or Earth.
🍁/🍄BM+Lunar🌙💫: The twins would most likely keep on trying to bring up the subjects they like, ignore Lunar's warnings and go on without him(depends on what type of game they are playing). Would also most likely quit playing if they feel like it or something doesn't go the way they wanted it to, just like the little kiddos, and also, because they have somewhat of a experience with this little(r) blue guy.
🍁/🍄BM+Eclipse🌗: Eclipse would most likely have a sort of advantage over the twins and in this scenario he would be the one to (f̶o̶r̶c̶e̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶)̶ drag them in and play kids game or react to GOD AWFUL kids animations, which we know the twins hate just as much as Eclipse does, but it's better then the twins playing horror games(as in Lunar's and Sun's case).
🍁/🍄BM+Earth🌴🦢: This would be very interesting as neither of them know each other, obviously, the twins try to squeeze as much information out of Earth as possible as to use that information in the future, for, y'all know what, in the rest 90% would be just the twins talking to her about what they did/will do in the past/future and Earth just sitting there, listening as she obviously doesn't understand anything they're talking about.
🍁/🍄BM+Nice Eclipse🌗💫: This scenario speaks for itself mostly, Nice Eclipse would just question why's he's here and play along until he can finally get out, he will enjoy the game for the same of the viewers, but right when the video ends he'd immediately be outta there. The twins would really do much to stop him, they don't see a reason to bother to.
🍁/🍄BM+Jigsaw/Ruin🌘💅: We all know how chaotic and awfully unhinged this duo would be, they would enjoy each other to some extent, even though the twins would probably just be annoyed by Ruin constantly wanting to play a game IN A GAME(if they're playing one at said moment) or during a reaction, but 85% of the time yeah, they could work together.
🍁/🍄 BM+Circus Baby🧈🧦: Most likely would try to annihilate each other at first sight for different reasons on each side. Nothing much to say about this- They would just fight each other, nothing much, a 50/50 chance for neither to win, depends if Circus Baby has her weapon or not.
🍁/🍄BM+Glamrock Freddy🐻✨: Freddy would most likely try to avoid eye contact with the twins at all costs if he somehow got into a round of a game with them in either sides(depends on what they do), and he'd be the one to walk away silently and give up the moment he has to face off with the twins.
🍁/🍄BM+Original Freddy🦀🍀: Freddy would honestly be the same as Earth except he is not innocent and will use his leftover magic on the twins if he has to or if they get too close for comfort to him while they do, whatever they are doing, be it reacting to something like fan animations or fan art or playing a horror game and the twins just decide to scare him randomly. As for the cause Freddy's here? Uhhh... It's a coincidence-
I'm sorry if there were other characters that did appear in the gaming or reaction videos and I didn't include them😭
I just had to finish this draft in here or else I would've been suffering
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Hiii I have a fic idea.
Yoongi. After seeing the airport pics/videos he's all that's been on my mind so here it is.
He just came to states for the white house visit you've met him a few years ago when you traveled to see them live in concert. After a night out to dinner y'all see each other again across the room of said restaurant you wait til he's by himself to approach him holding a little conversation before you offer your number he calls that same night y'all end up meeting in the middle of the night one thing lead to another y'all have sex, rough sex because Yoongi isn't known for he's soft side 😩 .. Here's the kicker the morning for the white house visit you bump into each again only this time you've the presidents assistant 😩
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Notes: bruh this was supposed to be posted so long ago but then life got in the way. But anyway here it is finally! Hopefully you like it. Also I have no clue why the first paragraph is so big and it won’t let me change it so yeah
“Finally” you sigh out, you had just finished a rough shift and were ready to fall face first into bed. Your packing up the last of your things when you hear your stomach grumble.
Checking the time you see that it’s way past the time you usually eat dinner, since the day has been so hectic in preparation for the visitors that’s coming tomorrow, you didn’t have time to grab anything to eat.
You decided to stop at a restaurant a few miles from your apartment. Going inside you quickly place your order to go and sit in one of the seats near the entrance.
“Is that-?” You ask yourself as you spot a familiar face seated at a table a little closer to the back and your instantly reminded of when you met a few years ago.
He’s sitting with another guy so you decide not to approach him, thinking he probably doesn’t remember you anyway.
A few minutes go by and the man that he was sitting with gets up and walks away, you looking around the restaurant and say fuck it, as you begin walking towards his table.
“Hey you probably don’t remember me-“ you start and he looks up, quickly shaking his head, smiling at you.
“No! I do remember you, we met a few years at one of our concerts right?” He says and you nod, smiling at the fact that he remembers you.
“Yep that’s me. I saw you sitting here and I decided to come say hi” you say. You talk for a little while before the hostess comes over with your order.
“Well I guess I’ll be heading out” you say, not really wanting to leave.
“I’m going to be in town for a couple of days, why don’t you give me your number and maybe we could hangout before I go” he says unlocking his phone and handing it to you. You quickly put your number in before giving it back to him.
“I’ll call you” he tells you before you leave.
The drive to your apartment is shorter than usual since it’s later in the day, all the traffic has already cleared.
You unpack your food on the table in your living room and open up Netflix to continue watching the movie you started while you eat.
An hour and a half later and you’ve just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your body as you begin applying your favorite lotion. There’s music playing from your phone.
Beep beep
Your phone buzzes from beside you, it’s a text message from a unknown number
Hey it’s Yoongi
I was wondering if you wanted to hang? You could come to my hotel room and we could watch a movie or something
You sit there for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out what the best response would be, deciding to play it cool and not seem too desperate
Hey
Yeah that sounds cool, I’ll head out in like 20 minutes
Whats the address?
He sends the address soon after, as you rush to find something to wear, throwing on a pair of black shorts and a tank top.
You quickly put on a little eyeliner and mascara to help you out, and fix your hair in the mirror. You grab your lip gloss out of your purse as you wait for the elevator.
When your outside of the hotel you send him a text to get the room number
“613, 613” you say as you walk down the hallway, looking for room number 613. When you find it, you softly knock on the door.
“Hey” he says when he pulls the door open, he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t shirt. He steps to the side to let you in.
“So I figured we could watch a movie, talk and get to know each other” he says as the two of you sit down on the bed.
“Yeah that’s fine” you tell him. He walks over to the desk and picks up the remote before walking back over to where your sitting on the bed.
“This movie makes no sense “ he says an hour later. He found a random movie that he had heard about and thought it was going to be funny by so far you haven’t laughed yet.
“Yeah it is a bit stupid. I’m still confused what happened to the main character” you tell him and he hums in agreement.
You both decide to ditch the movie and instead just talk. The two of you talk for a while before the both of you are slowly leaning into each other.
His lips meet your and your quick to kiss him back. You let out a quiet moan when his tongue licks at your bottom lip, you gently part your lips to allow him to explore your mouth.
His hands grip your hips as he pulls you onto his lap, straddling him. He breaks the kiss to begin leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, as you begin grinding yourself down onto him.
He pulls away and looks into your eyes. “You sure about this?” He asks, eyes darkened with lust. You just nod, placing your lips back on his as your hands find his hair, tugging gently.
Yoongi waste no time, quickly taking off your shirt and throwing it somewhere in the room, your bra following soon after.
“Fuck” he groans out as your boobs are exposed for him. Your nipples hard and puffy.
He grabs both of your boobs in his hands, squeezing a little. He takes your right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, his hand still playing with the left on.
He uses his teeth to gently bite down on the hard bud, the pleasure causes you to push your chest further into his face as you moan loudly. Your still grinding down on his growing erection.
“Lay down” you tell him as you get off of his lap, he quickly takes off his pants and lays down on his back. You take his dick in your hands, pumping him a few times before leaning down and pressing a few kitten licks to the head.
Yoongi bites down on his lip as he watches you with hooded eyes. You take the tip of his dick into your mouth gently sucking on the head.
“Shit” he moans out as your warm mouth engulfs his length.
“I want you to fuck my face” you tell him and he almost chokes on his spit, nodding rapidly.
You take him back into your mouth as he grabs the back of your head, slowly thrusting up into you. He takes it slow at first, before picking up speed.
You feel him hitting the back of your throat with each thrust of his hips, swallowing around him. His assault on the back of your throat continues for a while before you feel him twitch a few time inside of your mouth.
He pulls your head away from his cock and you look up at him confused, using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth.
“I didn’t want to cum yet, I want to feel you cum around me first” he says grabbing his pants from the floor and getting a condom out, rolling it down on his length.
He pushes you down on your back and places himself in between your legs, lining himself up with your entrance.
He slowly pushes himself in, allowing you time to adjust to him. You let out a loud moan as your tight walls stretch around him.
Once he fully bottoms out he stays still for a few moments waiting for you to tell him he can start moving. You nod up at him and he starts moving.
He pulls almost all of the way out before slamming back in, the force pushing you forward. His pace starts off fast and hard leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.
He takes your chin in between his fingers, roughly placing his lips on yours. The kiss is hot and wet and messy, just the way you like it.
He brings one of his hands down and collects some of your wetness before rubbing circles on your clit. You feel yourself getting close, that familiar tightening in your stomach. Yoongi’s close too, the way you’ve been squeezing him so tightly
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” you tell him and that only makes him fuck you harder, each thrust hitting right on your g spot.
A loud whimper leaves you as you cum around him, a few more thrust and he’s emptying inside of you.
He lays down next to you on the bed, giving both of you time to catch your breath.
“Spend the night?” He asks a few minutes later, hands softly stroking your hair, you nod.
“Wanna go take a shower with me?” He asks, sitting up on the bed, holding his hand out for you to take.
The next day you wake up earlier than you wanted to head home and get dressed for work. Driving faster than normal so that your not late.
It’s after the guys have all said their speeches that you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Quickly unlocking it you look at the new message from Yoongi.
Why didn’t you tell me you worked at the White House??
Also you look so sexy in that skirt, we should get together again tonight
The second message heats up your entire face, quickly sending back a reply, telling him that you completely forgot that they were going to be visiting the White House and that your just an assistant. You also tell him that you would love to get together tonight with a wink emoji at the end
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