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Halsin- Archdruid of the Emerald Grove
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Namjoon fic prompt: 🚿🧼
Not sure to what extent this fulfils the brief, but I had a LOT of fun writing this one!!!!!!!!! Thank you anon!!! this is unbeta'd and kind of unedited. PEACE.
Sexts and Showers
Pairing: Namjoon x f.reader
Genre: pwp/smut, secretly dating
Summary: Namjoon accidentally sends a photo meant for you to your roommate, who does not know that the two of you have been sleeping together. First you deal with one problem (sex with Namjoon), then you deal with the other (telling all your friends about it)
Word count: 2.8k
Content: shower sex! Namjoon and reader haven't told their friends they've been fucking!, sexting, a dick pic, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex
* * *
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Yeji repeated over and over as she barged into your room and sat herself on your bed. “Why is Namjoon texting me this?!”
She thrust her phone into your face and the colour immediately drained from it.
Namjoon: I think I'm going to need a cold shower... unless you want to join me...
Ok, you thought, could be worse. There was maybe some wiggle-room left for some kind of plausible deniability.
Unfortunately, the text was only part of it. It was accompanied by a photo that left almost nothing to the imagination. He wasn’t fully naked, but as near as dammit. You could’ve seen his erection from space.
You spluttered, choked, didn’t know what to say. And then another message came through.
Namjoon: OH FUCK
And in a second, both previous bubbles disappeared, replaced by ‘This message was deleted’.
Namjoon: I know you saw that... I can see you read them...
Namjoon: I’m SO sorry
Namjoon: Obviously they weren’t meant for you, Yeji
Namjoon: PLEASE forget you ever saw them
Namjoon: PLEASE
Namjoon: PLEASE PLEASE
Namjoon: I’m so so so so sorry
“Wow,” is all you could choke out.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Yeji screamed, so close to you that you thought your eardrum might burst. “WHO IS HE SEXTING?!”
The answer was you. Or rather, he was supposed to be sexting you and not Yeji. He had been sexting you recently. Doing a lot more than that, too. You just hadn’t told anyone yet.
It was an accident, really. Neither of you meant it to happen. It just did. There was nothing ground-breaking about it. Same old story: you drink too much and get a little handsy with each other because you’ve secretly kind of always liked each other; then you get more than a little handsy and then you do it again and again and, suddenly, it’s A Thing. A thing you decide not to tell everyone else about.
You sat on your phone to try to hide its buzzing. You didn’t need to check it to know that it was Namjoon. You didn’t know why he was calling; you and Yeji lived together: of course she was going to run straight to you with this. Of course you wouldn’t be able to answer.
“I don’t know,” you answered Yeji. “It might just be some person from an app.”
She looked at you sharply.
“Why are you not also screaming?! Did you not SEE what I saw?! What I showed you?!”
“I saw it! I saw it! But... I don’t know, he’s a grown man; he can sext who he likes.”
“Not without telling us! Ugh, the gossip! He’s depriving us! Besides, wow, who knew he was packing like that?”
You nudged her with a grin.
“Ahh, let the man have a couple of secrets, eh? What's the harm? He’ll tell us when he wants to. And I think he probably doesn’t want you to know he’s packing like that. Doesn’t want me to know either,” you added hastily. “He would probably prefer that neither of us had seen that. You shouldn’t have shown me that! He’ll be embarrassed. Just let him have his secrets and his privacy, at least for today.”
“But I want him to tell me NOW! I’m going to reply to him. The interrogation is starting. Maybe I’ll call him.”
She was already standing and wandering back out of your bedroom.
“You want to interrogate him with me?”
“No, thanks; I’ve got some stuff to work on.”
“Suit yourself. I’ll fill you in later.”
She shut your door as she left and you whipped out your phone.
Namjoon: oh god i’ve done something bad
Namjoon: like really bad
Namjoon: I was trying to text you—I was supposed to send it to YOU
Namjoon: I accidentally sent a photo of my dick to Yeji
Namjoon: she definitely saw it
Namjoon: I don’t know how I get out of this. What do I say? I can’t tell her it was meant to go to you!
Namjoon: Help me
You laughed and pressed dial, hoping Yeji didn’t actually call him herself.
“Hey.” He sounded a little breathless, his breathing a little heavy down the phone.
“Yeah, so Yeji just left my bedroom actually. She showed me what you sent.”
Namjoon groaned.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry; it was just a mistake.”
“But how do we get out of it?”
“I don’t know. I told her it might just be someone on an app; you could go with that. Pretend to have a casual thing-”
“But then if we come out and say we’re... whatever we are, the timeline won’t work-”
“Oh, that’s a bridge we can cross when we get to it. We can just say you lied to keep it a secret.”
“I guess.”
“Seriously, Namjoon, I think it’ll be fine. Yeji will find something else to obsess about soon enough, by tonight probably.”
You were trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him. You were right, Yeji would find something else to be distracted by. It probably wouldn’t erupt all over your friendship group; it probably wouldn’t get out of hand. They probably wouldn’t tease him mercilessly about it until you abruptly shouted up that it was you, thus revealing everything.
Probably.
It’d be fine.
He groaned again.
“Just such a stupid thing to do. And I’ll tell you this for free: a very effective boner killer, too.”
You laughed.
“So you don’t want me to come over and shower with you?”
“Oh, shit, I didn’t say that. My door is always open to you, you know that.”
You sighed.
“I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight so I don’t know if I’ll make it.”
“Ok.”
“But keep thinking those thoughts, ok?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh and Namjoon?”
“Yeah?”
“Send me the photo, yeah?”
*
You didn’t know about Namjoon but you did keep thinking those thoughts. They were driving you to distraction. You had barely read more than a page of your report in the last half-hour. You kept unlocking your phone, looking at your message thread with Namjoon, at that photo. At a certain point, it becomes more efficient to do the distracting thing first and then knuckle down. Get it out of your system so you can concentrate afterwards. That was starting to sound like a very appealing course of action.
You picked up your phone again.
You: have you showered yet?
Namjoon: No, why?
You: Can I come over?
Namjoon: Do you even have to ask?
Namjoon: (that means yes. Please. Please come. Come now)
You shut your laptop; Yeji was similarly sequestered in her bedroom so you were able to sneak out without rousing any sort of curiosity. Thank god.
*
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“So about this shower.”
The door had barely closed behind you before Namjoon was kissing you, pulling you closer, running his hands up your body.
“You really want to shower?” he asked. His voice was low and gruff, his words mumbled against your neck.
You laughed.
“Transparency: I want you to fuck me in the shower.”
He responded by nipping at your earlobe.
“You gonna ask nicely?”
“No.”
He gave your nipple a tweak and you jerked against him, your hips knocking into his, drawing a quiet moan from his mouth. He grinned at you and kissed you firmly.
“That’s my girl.”
Your clothes littered the floor as they were discarded en-route.
“Why haven’t we done this already?” Namjoon asked as he hoisted you onto the edge of the counter. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this so much.”
“You’re a shower sex guy, huh? Noted.”
“For you? I’m an anywhere-sex guy.”
Your words were taken from you, from your mouth to his as he pressed his lips to yours and licked into your mouth. You were hot already, even before the shower began to fill the room with steam. That was the thing about Namjoon; he made you so impatient. The mere thought of him had your heart racing. A kiss was enough to get you wet. You were feral with need for him. Insatiable.
When he kissed you, your mind was wiped clean, a blank static fuzz. When he sucked hard bruises into your neck, your chest, you were nothing but animal. No shame, no overthinking, no insecurity, just pleasure buzzing all over your skin, shivering down your spine, coiling in your guts, pooling in your core.
Namjoon sank to his knees on the hard, tiled floor and kissed your inner thighs. He wrapped his arms around them, pulled you a little closer—you clutched the edge of the counter and his hair for balance—then he licked you, firmly from slit to clit and back again, into every fold and then into your cunt. You weren’t backward about coming forward and, when you had first done this with Namjoon, you had been fully prepared to tell him how to do it, how you liked it. He hadn’t needed the instruction. That first time, he’d had you reeling after a screaming orgasm within a minute.
You didn’t think you’d last even that long this time. Not with his lips around your clit, his tongue warm and wet against it, the soft pressure as he sucked, the harder pressure as he flicked, the feel of his fingers as he rocked them inside you, insistent and unstoppable. He made a mess of you and, moments later, you made a mess of him, coming over his face, your slick dripping down his hand.
He pressed sticky kisses onto your stomach, his tongue laved over your stiffened nipples, his lips pressed softly against yours and then harder, his teeth took your bottom lip and he bit down.
“So about this shower,” he murmured against your lips, his eyes poring over yours.
You couldn’t speak, could only nod, and he held you steady as you settled your feet back on the floor, your legs still wobbly.
The room was hot now, the water hotter. As Namjoon crowded you against the shower screen, you felt breathless, a little suffocated but you didn’t know if that was down to the steam or to Namjoon. He ran his hands all over you as you kissed, your bodies pressed tightly together, his flushed, leaking dick trapped between you.
Whereas Namjoon made you impatient, he seemed to have an unlimited supply of patience. He soaped you up, every inch of you, and you realised how intimate this was; it suddenly wasn’t just sex. He was touching your body with a different kind of care and attention now. Sex was imminent but this moment, this moment wasn’t about sex really. He turned you around, gently, running his hands down your back and over your backside, all the way down to your feet and all the way back up. He pressed a kiss to your soapy shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips then found the shell of your ear.
“Baby, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered and a spark rushed down your spine.
You turned and kissed him, trying to say with your body what you couldn’t find the words for. And then,
“Can you fuck me now?”
He grinned and turned you back around, his hands squeezing at your glutes, kneading, then pushing you forward a little, smoothing up your back and along your arms, placing your hands flat on the tiled wall, braced. He held you like that, in suspense, in anticipation, his hands here and there, his lips first on your hip, then the back of your neck, his body distant, then pressed close.
You begged because you had learnt that he liked it. That he liked it when you sounded a little breathless, a little whiny, your voice catching as you asked him, please, please, to fuck you.
“Namjoon... Namjoon... Please?”
You dipped your head, pressing your forehead to the wall, your fingers scratching down the tiles as you continued to clench, your soft, wet walls coming together around nothing. Still.
“Just one more time, baby. Just ask me one more time.”
“Please fuck me. Namjoon, ple- ah, fuck—hnn-”
It was familiar now, the pressure of the stretch as he pushed inside you. You swore quietly again as he bottomed out and dragged backwards, slowly, torturously slowly. He kept a hard grip on your hips, keeping you or him steady or both. The steam swirling around you, the clean, fresh scent of Namjoon’s soap, the water hitting your skin, Namjoon’s lips on your neck as he thrust a little harder now, squeezing past your g-spot, making your legs tremble—it was overwhelming. You felt transported. No longer just in the shower in Namjoon’s apartment. No longer was this just sordid nor was it mundane. It was you and Namjoon. A thing that had lain dormant in you, something you hadn’t seen coming until it happened and then you couldn’t believe that it hadn’t happened before. This was what you had been looking for. Yes, him fucking you, yes, the way he kissed you and the way he knew which buttons to press, yes, his dick hot and heavy on your tongue, thick and slightly curved and fucking you just right. Yes, all of that but more, too.
You had not really talked about where this was going, what you were to each other, but now you knew and your heart grew three sizes.
Namjoon grunted behind you, his breathing becoming laboured. Your name fell off his lips as though it had always lived there. His fingers found their way forward and onto your clit, rubbing in circles that started slow and got faster and faster as you made your dizzy way to a second orgasm.
He wasn’t far behind, his thrusts hard and rhythm faltering before he came with a long drawn-out curse. He pulled you backwards, held you tight against his chest and you were grateful for the support, not sure if you could stand.
“As good as the fantasy?” you asked, panting, your head tipped sideways and up to look at him.
He kissed you, deep and slow, making your knees weaker, your hands gripping tight at his arms around your waist.
“Better. Way better.”
You twisted and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed you again, pushed you backwards, your body meeting the wall. He sucked on your bottom lip, nipping lightly with his teeth, then he opened his mouth and you rolled your tongue with his, still able to taste yourself on him. You traded kisses, still under the persistent patter of water, still hot and wet and soft against the unyielding tile. Namjoon murmured your name against your lips.
“What should I tell Yeji, huh?”
“You could always tell the truth,” you answered, too dazed to think it through.
“You want to tell people about us?”
“I never minded in the first place. You were the-”
“No,” he said.
He pulled back and looked at you quizzically.
“What are you talking about? It was you who suggested keeping it a secret,” he continued.
“Not at all! It was you!”
“No, it wasn’t!”
“Well if it was neither of us, then why are we keeping it a secret?!”
“I don’t know!”
You looked at each other, aghast, bewildered. Then you laughed.
“We’re so stupid.”
You kissed his shoulder and he returned it on your temple.
“So should we just tell people now?”
“What do we tell them?”
You shrugged.
“That depends what you want this to be, I guess.”
“What do you want it to be?”
“I want to be with you.”
The sigh of relief that came from Namjoon was so large it was almost comical.
“Me, too. With you.”
“So it’s settled then.”
“Settled.”
You nodded at each other, once, firmly, and then went back to kissing under the water.
*
Later, you sat with Namjoon in his bed, resting between his legs, your back against his chest.
You: btw, Namjoon meant to send that photo to me
Yeji: um
Yeji: WHAT
You took a photo of the two of you, Namjoon’s topless torso visible, your heads close, your smiles respectively bright and bashful. You sent it to Yeji.
Yeji: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You: yeah it’s kind of a thing
You: that we’ve been doing
You: for a little bit
You: probably going to keep doing it some more, tbh
When she didn’t reply, you assumed she’d had a heart attack. That, or she was busy letting every single person she’d ever met know about the two of you. If you needed news spreading, she was the one to go to.
“So now everyone knows,” Namjoon said, nuzzling against your neck, dropping light kisses against your skin.
“Everyone knows,” you replied, tipping your head slightly to give him better access. “Oh, also,” you said, suddenly remembering, “everyone knows about your big dick, too. There’s no way Yeji kept that back.”
He laughed, hearty and full.
“I think I’m ok with that, actually.”
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February was Binderary at @renegadepublishing and i participated as the wide-eyed newbie I am. BUT! I actually finished a book! And as far as I can tell (since I just had a chance to take it out of the press), there’s only two embarrassing mistakes: math and glue. LOL. I measured my case dimensions wrong and the text block goes RIGHT to the edge of the boards, because somehow I didn’t allow enough space for the hinges (which turned out great anyway, to my shock) and then apparently mentally compensated by cutting 1/8″ too much off the outside of the boards before building the case. And then i accidentally tore one of the endpapers that i accidentally glued to a bit of scrap paper for a hot minute... but I can live with it...
Project Beyonce, written and typeset by me. Bound by me. Unfortunately I only figured to call my little project Wandering Mitten Press after I’d finished sewing the text block, so that’s something else that will be added to future books, because you bet I am doing this again! And better next time :’D
More info and pics of my successes and shame under the cut:
I definitely need to get a broader tipped foil quill. And figure out a better way to print the stencil (which failed horrifically but I still like how it came out). Also, I would choose less busy fabric for the next one if I intend to print a title on it, but OH MY GOD this fabric is perfect for this fic. And honestly I’ll probably typeset and bind the rest of the series in it. Maybe as quartos though...
Typeset in Affinity Publisher. Heck I don’t even know what other information to include about it... everything else by me, from the story to the bookcloth i guess...
Proof of my failure of measurement AND my lil glue rip all in one image... the endpapers go RIGHT to the edge of the board.
BUT LOOK I PUT LIL BEES EVERYWHERE! You can’t tell from this photo because I was too excited to double-check the quality lol, but the honeycomb around the bee is blue and green :’)
But seriously the whole thing turned out to wildly exceed expectations! This chapter subheading sort of sums up my feelings about it :’)
for those who can’t make it out, the subheading reads: Wherein the author makes herself cry a little bit (but only because she is an unrepentant sap)
look i even sewed lil bumblebee striped endbands!
And next time... next time It’ll be even better. But! I BOUND A BOOK! I MADE A WHOLE ENTIRE BOOK! and I just love it :’)
Thank you Binderary organizers and participants for all the encouragement you gave me last month! I truly couldn’t have done any of this without all of you! (and without @hermit-writes for having introduced me to Renegade in the first place! <3
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Chapter 7 of I’ll Be Back Again To Stay
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Pairing: Santiago Garcia x single mom!reader
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 2.1k
Author’s Note: a chapter full of internal debate (and by that I mean Santiago is no where to be found… oops)
The time between Christmas and New Year’s passes quickly, with the added weight of the reality of your impending departure pushing you down. You try to spend as much time as possible with your friends, while your heart caves in every time you look at Santi.
You spend your days working on your laptop on the couch, keeping an eye out for Inez as she runs around and plays. Sometimes, Sofia will come over and take her and Maria to the park or to a movie, depending on the weather. The evenings are spent as a group, just chatting and snacking while the girls play.
At the beginning of your trip, you’d been worried about taking up too much space, inserting yourself when they wanted you to keep your distance, but now you’re worried you’ll never spend enough time with them. Sure, you’ll be able to text and call and FaceTime, but when you leave, they’ll all still be here, together.
You can’t help but feel a little bit jealous, a little bit angry at your circumstances. You finally meet a group of friends that you genuinely care for, that you want to spend time with, and you live hours and hours apart. It seems like a cruel joke, like the universe just needed a good laugh.
If your platonic feelings are a joke to the universe, then the way you feel for Santi must be a goddamn stand up special.
You can’t even remember the last time someone made you feel the same way as Santi, and you still aren’t sure what it is, but it seems like the border between infatuation and love and despair. You crave being near him, but every time he’s close to you, your stomach is a riot. You feel all out of sorts, but you don’t entirely hate it.
It’s a strange, new feeling, and you don’t have enough time to study it, to decide what the best course of action is. So, instead, you don’t do anything, you don’t tell anyone; you bottle up all of your feelings and hope you don’t explode.
It’s a special type of torture, keeping all of your feelings to yourself. As much as you want to, you can’t tell Sydney, because you know she’d tease you before accidentally letting it slip to everyone that you have feelings for Santiago, though you still can’t pinpoint what exactly those feelings are.
What you want, more than anything, is for Santi to make the first move. You want him to get you alone, sit with you at his kitchen table and tell you that he feels the same, whatever those feelings may be. You want him to eliminate that horrible feeling clawing at your skull, the one that whispers that whatever you’re feeling isn’t reciprocal.
Though, spending time with Inez and Sydney and the rest of your new friends served as a wonderful distraction, the perfect way to take you out of your head for a few hours. You try to soak up time with Syd, knowing that when you return home, texts and FaceTimes won’t be the same as having her with you.
Plus, you know how much she loves Inez, and you want the two of them to spend as much quality time together as possible. Most days, the three of you will go out for some sort of winter activity, like ice skating or walking around the winter market on weekend mornings.
It’s wonderful, being able to spend so much time with the people you love, new and old friendships growing over time. You can almost feel a physical pain in your chest whenever you think about leaving, about saying goodbye to Sydney and Will and all of the wonderful people you’ve met.
That ache only deepens when you think about Santiago, when you think about how even if he reciprocates the way you feel about him, you’ll have essentially no time together. It seems especially cruel of the universe to present you with such an amazing man, only to leave you confused and unable to act on your feelings.
You spend time with him outside of the group too. Most of the time, you’re with Inez and Toby, walking around in the chilly weather, sitting on freezing cold benches together as Inez chases Toby around the dog park.
It’s always so domestic between the two of you, enabling you to create an elaborate fantasy in your head where the four of you will return to Santiago’s house, warm up and cuddled together for the rest of the day before making dinner together and eventually falling into bed together, Inez safely tucked asleep in the room next door.
But that’s just a fantasy, and at some point, your daydreams need to end. You need to decide if you’re just going to keep whatever you feel to yourself or if you’re going to risk telling Santi and seeing what happens. You’ve been leaning towards the former.
Even if Santiago’s feelings reach the depth of yours, if they pass beyond lust, the time you’d have together is limited. You’re only here for another week, what’s the point of telling him? What could happen in the span of that week? To you, it’s best to keep your feelings to yourself and hope that when you get home, they’ll disappear.
For now, though, it seems like those feelings, that pull you feel towards Santi, are only growing. It seems like every time you look at him, whether he looks back or not, your heart twinges and your chest contracts. You’re almost constantly overwhelmed with the urge to gently tangle your fingers into his graying curls and tug him softly towards your mouth.
It would be so much easier if he was an asshole.
Sure, he’s emotionally closed off and a little broody, but he’s beyond sweet, both to you and Inez. It's impossible for you to hate anyone who was nice to Inez, and you could tell that Santiago would do anything for her. Every time she smiles, Santi positively beams, joy radiating out of his gorgeous eyes.
No matter what you try, you can’t stop thinking of him. You think of him when you’re working, watching Inez out of the corner of your eye. You think of him when you’re spending time with the group, unable to stop yourself from glancing at him across the table. You think of him when you’re trying to fall asleep, mind always wandering back to his deep brown eyes and perfect smile that he hides from so many.
You feel like you’re going to explode with all of these emotions coursing, rushing, through your body. You don’t know how much longer you can live like this, how long you can pretend that you feel nothing for Santiago beyond the typical platonic feelings.
Besides the emotional torment, you’ve had the best two weeks of your life on your trip. You got to spend some much needed time with your best friend, you got to make new friends, which is so incredibly rare for you, and you got to watch your daughter having fun and making her own friends.
Really, just seeing how much fun Inez is having is causing your dread at the thought of returning home to increase tenfold. You know you have to go back, and you know she knows it too, but the thought still makes your stomach turn.
You can’t tell if it’s the people or the time of year or some combination of both, but there’s not a single part of you that really wants to go back to your normal, everyday life. It’s still a week away, and you’re already dreading getting back on an airplane.
So you soak up as much time with everyone as possible while pretending that your heart doesn’t crack every time you see Santiago.
It’s during this time, where you’re trying to spend as much time as possible with all of your friends, that Sydney brings you the news of yet another change in holiday plans.
Originally, you, Inez, Syd, and Will were going to order pizza and watch movies and the countdown to New Years in Times Square, just a cozy, casual night in. In your books, it’s one of the very best ways to spend a night.
Syd, however, had other ideas.
She has made it her mission to convince you to come out to some bar with the rest of the group, using her puppy-dog eyes and pulling out all the stops to sway you.
“What about Inez, huh?” You ask, tired of having the same conversation at least once a day since December 26, “How am I supposed to leave her all alone to go out drinking?”
“She wouldn’t be alone,” Sydney looks at you as if this is the most absurd question you could ask, “Frankie’s mom would be happy to watch her.”
Frankie himself had mentioned that his mom was going to be watching Maria for the night, and that Inez would be welcome to join them: she’s desperate for more grandchildren and would happily spoil Inez for an evening. You know he’s being honest, and he wouldn’t even offer unless his mom had told him it would be ok, but you can’t seem to shake that feeling of being an inconvenience.
“I dunno, Syd,” you tell her, just trying to get her to leave you alone for a few minutes, “I’ll think about it, ok?” Really, you had no plans to think about it, planning instead to wait a few more days before telling her that you’ll just stay back with Inez and go on with your original plan.
“C’mon, this is probably the only night you’ll ever get to go out, just take the opportunity!” You know she just wants what’s best for you, but damn, can she be annoying.
“Maybe I don’t want the opportunity.”
“We all know you do.” She changes tactics, scooching closer to you and pulling you into a side hug, “I just want you to be happy. And if staying home with Squish will make you happy, then I’ll leave it alone.”
“Thank you.”
“But I know that a part of you wants to come out with us, and I just want you to know that if you say yes, everything’ll be ok.”
“I’ll think about it, I promise.”
Somehow, she’d managed to convince you a little more, enough where you reached out to Frankie to make sure his mom would really be ok with watching Inez. According to him, she’d be happy to watch Inez with Maria, and he assures you that he’d never even bring it up otherwise.
It’s amazing to you how calming Frankie can be, his gentle demeanor at odds with his lanky frame and broad shoulders. Still, he’d managed to convince you further, despite the jabs he’d slid into the conversation about a certain friend of his and a midnight tradition.
You had discarded it with a roll of your eyes and a good natured smile, but the thought had wormed its way into your brain, refusing to leave until you considered it further. You’d hate to say it, but that thought plagued you, leaving you unable to think of anything else besides sharing another kiss with Santiago.
And, you’d never tell anyone, but that comment might have been the one to break your resolve and lead you to ask Inez if she’d want to spend New Year’s Eve with Maria and her grandma. She almost jumped with excitement at the idea, grinning from year to year and immediately babbling away about all of the fun things she hoped to do with her new best friend.
So, you let yourself debate internally for a little while longer, trying to decide if you really did want to go out on New Year’s, but Inez had looked so excited at the prospect of spending the night with her friend that you eventually sighed and told Syd to count you in before arranging everything with Frankie and Sofia.
Syd, to no one’s surprise, was insufferable after convincing you to change your plans, grinning from ear to ear as she planned out your outfits. Her smile quickly turned to a pout when you shot down all of her ideas, though you could tell she was mostly teasing.
Really, she was just happy you had decided to go out for the night, and just live a little bit. She could imagine that back home, as a single mother to a young child, your nights out on the town were few and far between. So, she took it as her best friend duty to lovingly force you to let go for a night, to forget about all your problems and breathe.
Though, with Santiago there, you knew it would be impossible to forget your biggest problem of the trip.
Tags: @zoriis @andr0medafallen @campingwiththecharmings @loonymagizoologist @itspdameronthings @stevenngrant @welcometostayingawake @outmodead @pakhiya @wand-erer5
#santiago garcia#santiago garcia x reader#santiago garcia x you#santiago pope garcia#santiago pope garica x reader#triple frontier#triple fontier fanfic#I’ll be back again to stay
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CW: Innuendo/Suggestive Language; Alcohol
A/N: The way that not one of my damn micro-prompts have ended up being actually micro. @dkc2017
AO3 Link [The AO3 version is a little diff. from this one! I added some more to end!!]
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It’s become somewhat of a Sunday tradition with them—Ava and Melissa skipping church to watch football together. They’re both sure that the good Lord will forgive them. Ecclesiastes does say that there’s a time and season for everything after all…
(“Damn straight that football season counts,” Ava had justified with a positively mischievous smirk.)
(“Hell yeah,” Melissa had agreed, her own resounding laugh clearly up to no good.)
It all started after they had unsuccessfully tried to foil Mr. J’s fantasy football team and realized that they stood a better chance of beating his ass if they teamed up and worked on their spreadsheets during game days. Sitting side-by-side on Melissa’s plastic-wrapped couch, they’re currently watching the Dolphins because Melissa has Tua Tagovailoa as her team’s quarterback, while Ava has Jaylen Waddle as one of her wide receivers.
“Ugh,” Ava groans as Waddle misses what should have been a fairly easy catch, slipping on the sleet-slicked turf. “We ain’t ever gonna whoop him if our boys keep playin’ like this.”
“You’re preachin’ to the choir,” Melissa snorts, and just as she reaches forward to grab her beer from the coffee table, her phone—which had been snugly nestled between her thighs—suddenly chimes once and then twice.
Two texts.
She leans back again and scoops it up—squinting at oversized font—and sees that they’re both from Barbara, asking if she wants to go on a double date with her and Gerald to see the new Avatar movie later this evening…
You and I can even share a popcorn this time, she tempts with the second text. We’ll add all the blessed butter that we want to.
Even as she’s digesting these tantalizing words, three dots bounce on her screen for only a few seconds before another white speech bubble appears with an elegant swoop.
Please?
Melissa frowns slightly at the implicit desperation, doesn’t know what to make of it, scared to read too much into it, even more afraid to ignore it if this is all she ever gets.
With Barbara.
Her best friend.
Scraps and dregs on the margins of her happy, heterosexual marriage. She’s learned to be resigned—if not content—to the crucial fact, a lifelong expert in the intertwined practices of abnegation and self-sacrifice. The eldest of six children in a Catholic household, the third parent in the room in so many ways, nothing has ever wholly belonged to her that she didn’t have to eventually share.
Clothes.
Toys.
Food.
Their parents’ six ways unevenly divided love.
All of it has prepared her for what her life has come to now, subsisting on stolen moments with Barbara Howard as though scavenging is a meaningful way to exist.
Hence, another double date.
Her, Barbara, Gerald, and Gary.
The two men get along well when they all go out, continually joshing about the cars they want to own some day... while she and Barbara are usually off in their own little world, carving out a sanctified space for themselves wherever they’re at, be it a restaurant, a movie theater, or a football game.
As always.
As is their norm.
Even though Barbara will hold her husband’s hand, and Melissa will dispassionately fuck Gary later, maybe in the forgiving darkness of the movie theater, the two women will accidentally brush shoulders.
On paper, it seems like a good enough way to spend her night.
In reality—
“Girl, don’t tell me you’re still seein’ that crusty ass vending machine guy,” Ava says, having apparently been peeking over her shoulder for the last few seconds. Melissa, caught off guard by the unexpected intrusion into her personal space, startles violently, accidentally elbowing Ava in the side.
“Damn!” She hisses in pain, pouting, poking her lower lip out, dramatically rubbing the afflicted area. “Cool it, Rambo. I was just teasin’…”
“Not funny,” Melissa grunts unapologetically, crossing her arms over her chest. She suddenly feels exposed, out in the open, laid bare, like her texts with Barbara are as intimate as a diary and Ava is rifling through the pages. “And his name is Gary.”
“He looks like a Gary.”
“That sounds like an insult.” Melissa glares at her suspiciously. She supposes she should probably refute the idea of him being crusty ass, but an immediate defense eludes her.
Gary.
He’s a sweet guy, a good man…
… but he ain’t exactly gonna win awards for bein’ Romeo.
There are vibrators more romantic than him.
And far less crude.
“That’s ‘cuz it is,” Ava chuckles, clearly finding all of this amusing, but there’s something in the twinkling depths of her eyes that disconcerts the second-grade teacher—something keen and entirely knowing. She shifts uncomfortably where she sits, making the plastic beneath her squeak.
“Speaking of Barb…” The principal begins, tilting her head towards the still-lit up phone in Melissa’s hand.
She hastily clicks it off, even though she knows the gesture is futile.
The other woman has already seen.
“It sure is somethin’ that she can’t go out with her hubby unless you’re taggin’ along,” she muses shrewdly as color painfully floods Melissa’s cheeks.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” she huffs, stubbornly returning her gaze to the TV. A stupid commercial for Valentine’s Day jewelry is playing.
Every kiss begins with Kay.
“She’s beggin’ you,” Ava goes on, undeterred, so stubborn when she digs in, when she cares. It would be endearing if it wasn’t so presently annoying. “And you know, our Mrs. Barbara Howard, proud, married woman of God, never begs.”
“She’s just lonely,” Melissa says automatically, and she could slap herself.
She flinches.
That’s precisely the part that she’s not supposed to fucking say out loud, and Ava jumps on the mistake readily, not missing a beat.
“She’s got a whole goddamn husband,” she shakes her head, and the thoughtfulness in the younger woman’s voice takes Melissa by surprise. She glances over and is horrified to see that her expression is a strange mixture of pity and understanding.
Ava gets it.
Melissa clenches the darkened phone in her hand and her heavy, aching teeth, successfully suffocating the next words on her tongue.
Even still.
Barbara is lonely.
She’s got a whole goddamn husband.
Even still.
#work wives#barbara howard#melissa schemmenti#ava coleman#reginianwrites#s: abbott elementary#i'll edit and post on ao3 later!!#but i loved playing with this one#it's been fun working with ava's voice more
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I love my headcanons so much! I love to talk about them an and make content an awful lot too, because it’s just so much fun! And I love other’s headcanons so much like some of the fan theorying that goes on in this tag is hella rad.
(mood)
I love to analyze the text and come up with headcanons that are supported by canon or even not supported by all, and show them off to the fandom like I just found a very shiny rock because if I like it, someone else might too.
This might improve someone else’s day the way it improved mine!!
If someone tells me they disagree with me, that’s just an excuse to ramble on at length even more about why this shiny rock is so cool and say “I love this shiny rock!”
And sometimes I’m actually wrong, in which case lol thanks quq i appreciate the correction
Sometimes it’s really hard not to call someone an idiot because sometimes the way they’re talking to me, specifically, is rude and dismissive of this rock I actually put time and thought into unearthing. Or sometimes they’ll just. Yell rude and dismissive things for everyone to see.
Sometimes I do vaguepost but when I’m mad it’s harder to enjoy what I’m trying to enjoy so. By and large, not worth it.
I am perfectly able to build a community of like minded individuals where we can pass our favourite rocks back and forth like show and tell. Doesn’t need to be tagged. Not everybody has to see it. Or hell, maybe I just don’t post it at all. I like this lil doodad - “Before you post, THINK”. It helps me be kind to myself by being kind to others.
If I don’t think the rock is going to be good to the fandom at large, it can stay untagged in the personal bowers of my blog where we like minded folk, or even just me, may enjoy it.
Why give the naysayers the time of day? That just means less time to enjoy how sparkly this rock is.
so sparkly...coffee jelly ads...........wow.........................................
My enjoyment of my headcanon is strong enough to withstand someone having fun with their own rock in their own way that’s different from mine in a shared space - it’s not like they’re hucking it at people, they’re just participating, sharing, in a thing we both really enjoy, the same way I am - to build enjoyment in a community.
It’s kinda neat, even, to be reminded that different people, by means of being different people with their own backgrounds, biases, personalities, thoughts, and feelings, can look at the same piece of media and come up with something completely different than me! I don’t have to agree. Heck if I don’t like this content even if it’s not disrespecting me, I can just keep scrolling!
It gives me more time to enjoy everyone’s shiny rocks they put on display, and my own shiny rock! That person minding their own business does not invalidate or disrespect or erase mine. Someone having a different interpretation than me doesn’t erase me. If I feel threatened by someone else showing off their rock in a way that doesn’t directly antagonize me, that’s my problem. Sometimes I’m accidentally disrespectful. That’s a learning opportunity, and a path to doing better next time, both for myself and others.
What is disrespectful, potentially bigoted, and gatekeeping, is asking thousands of people to conform to one idea, shut up if they don’t, or get out.
And now that tumblr is apparently back to using tags as tags instead of keywords in the body of the post as tags, it’s much easier than it was to perform a key piece of tumblr etiquette which is
Don’t tag the hate.
If you feel that strongly about things that you can’t stand to see it a more effective solution that would improve your experience would probably be to block people.
I know I’ll be.
And I know my experience isn’t universal but I know I have much more fun when I say “I love this! I love that! This makes me feel valid, isn’t that cool!!” instead of being stuck the negativity bias. Bit of a bummer in there, yknow.
Someone having a different opinion doesn’t invalidate yours or make you wrong. Thats for facts, not your identity or your feelings.
(That still pisses me off tbh like why are they called killer whales then huh)
Make your dash what you want to see. Have fun with your shiny rocks but lets. Yknow. Respect, manners, etc, at least don’t tag the hate.
Block Toritsuka. BLOCK HIM. He’s a HATER, did you see how fast he walked away from Kuboyasu when Kuboyasu said he went to an all boys school!? A HATER. You don’t need him in your life (unless you need him in your life i mean im not gonna tell you not to if you enjoy him, some people have different tastes and that’s okay.)
But really none of us is the ultimate authority on any of these characters unless one of us is secretly Shuichi Asou where are you. I. I just. I wanna. Can. Can you. More content please. Please. Oh please give us more Saiki K content plEASE-
#also don't be a fucking homophobe what the shit????????? cannot believe i've actually been seeing people being homophobic in this tag as a#response to people having different headcanons.#saiki k
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The Story of Us
Pairings: Tanner/Sebastian (Autoboyography)
Tags: Rated explicit for sexual content, canon-divergence
Summary: Tanner makes everything okay, and reminds Sebastian that it’s all worth it. The distance and the fabrication and the lies. Tanner understands how hard it is for Sebastian to continue to lie to his family, for how could he possibly tell them the truth?
The whole truth.
That he hasn’t been to church in over a year. That he stopped going to service. That he’s currently as far from any BYU campus as physical space will allow. That he’s happily wrapped in the arms of the man he loves above anything else.
That his mission very nearly destroyed him.
Status: Complete (5,080 words)
READ UNDER THE CUT
Sebastian’s mother seems to be intent on sharing every small part of this recipe with him in the space of only a few minutes, and has seemed to forgotten that she can just e-mail it to him later. He does appreciate all the advice, and it’s hard not to fall asleep to the familiar way she lovingly lists her instructions.
His calls home always fill his chest with a familiarity that almost aches. There’s the constant commotion in the background that inevitably comes with having three other rapidly ageing siblings. His mother’s talking, that’s always interrupted when Faith puts her hand too close to the stove or Aaron attempts to watch TV before he’s finished his homework. He doesn’t mind in the slightest, as often as she apologises, because it’s all just reminders of everything he holds dear.
And everything he is sure to lose.
“A nifty trick, Sebastian, is adding a whole potato to sit in the sauce if you’ve accidentally added too much salt.”
He laughs at that. “And then I have a marinated potato after? Two dinners in one.”
She chuckles with him.
Sebastian stretches across his bed, feeling the conversation coming to an end. Just as grateful as he is for these talks, he is always just as grateful to have them end. No matter how long he’s done this for, the lies scratch at his throat until it’s raw. They weigh on his shoulders until he’s sure his back will break.
But what’s the alternative?
“I better go; it looks like instead of trying to sneak in TV before dinner, Aaron has taken to reading comics behind his text books.”
Sebastian laughs. “I wonder who he got that trick from.”
“Yes, I wonder that myself.”
They both know it was Sebastian.
Eventually, she offers her good-byes and Sebastian counters with his own. They wish their love on each other, like they always do, and words of wisdom to carry themselves through the week.
It would be a sweet and soft sentiment, if not for the razors hidden under all the words.
Finally, the line goes dead, and Sebastian would collapse if he wasn’t already lying down. His phone is thrown to the other side of the bed, and he rubs at his eyes, hoping to disperse some of the tension that’s built in his head. It sort of works.
As usual, Sebastian breathes deeply, concentrating on where he is and how far he’s come; not what he’s done or who he might hurt. A trick from his therapist that’s helped significantly with the panic attacks that used to be so frequent after talking to his family.
There’s a knock on the bedroom door. Sebastian mumbles an affirmative, and a familiar wave of brown hair and the still too gorgeous smile appears around the corner. Sebastian smiles back, tension easing further still.
“You okay?” Tanner asks. Sebastian nods. Tanner purses his lips. “Are you really okay or are you telling me you’re okay so I think you’re okay and leave you alone but you’re really not okay?”
Sebastian laughs. “Would you just get in here?”
Tanner happily takes the invitation and slides onto the bed beside Sebastian, aligning their bodies, wrapping an around Sebastian’s waist and using the other to card fingers through his hair. Sebastian doesn’t just feel the tension leaving his head and the weight dispersing from his body. He feels something else replacing it. Something far lighter and far more welcome. Something like acceptance and friendship and the unconditional love he didn’t find in a community where it was promised to him.
“How are they?” Tanner asks.
“Aaron gets his braces off next week. Faith is playing an angel in the church play. My mum told me to marinate a potato.”
He feels Tanner nod against his head. “Oh right. If the sauce is too salty.”
Sebastian smiles into Tanner’s chest.
Tanner makes everything okay, and reminds him that it’s all worth it. The distance and the fabrication and the lies. Tanner understands how hard it is for Sebastian to continue to lie to his family, for how could he possibly tell them the truth?
The whole truth.
That he hasn’t been to church in over a year. That he stopped going to service. That he’s currently as far from any BYU campus as physical space will allow. That he’s happily wrapped in the arms of the man he loves above anything else.
That his mission very nearly destroyed him.
All the talk of how he’ll find stronger devotion, become a better man, discover a more meaningful purpose didn’t prepare him for the shadows lurking beneath the glass floor, ready and waiting to eat him should it break. There was no talk of the long hours, the rigid schedule, the lack of compassion from people who were meant to be showing him guidance.
There was no talk of the abuse he’d receive, from everyone around him, for two whole years. No warning of how his faith wouldn’t just be tested, but how he’d be stripped of anything else, until he was the shell of someone who had nothing left. And when you having nothing left but faith, how are you meant not to question that too?
And question it he did.
Sebastian was home for a month before he left again. Making up some story on the spot of how he felt drawn elsewhere and wanted to share what he had learnt with others. His parents, who had done a great job at ignoring the shadows under his eyes and the trauma showing in the protruding lines on his face, had thought this to be a great step for him. So Sebastian took their naivety and ran with it, all the way across the country to where he hoped everything he had sacrificed might somehow take him back.
Of all the testing his faith had been through, he never should have questioned Tanner.
Tanner had taken one look at him, read everything on his face, in his posture, in the line of his body, in the look of his eyes, and had drawn him in and held him tight for hours. Sebastian had cried himself to both dehydration and exhaustion.
The memories are still fresh, even as Sebastian, partly healed but always loved, lies with his face to Tanner’s chest.
Tanner kisses the top of his head. There’s a beat of silence while they lie together, and Sebastian slowly allows himself to feel better. They don’t talk anymore. It’s just the sounds of Tanner’s fingers on the fabric of Sebastian’s shirt as they trail over his muscles. The sounds of Sebastian’s soft breathing, while he attempts to hold onto this for as long as he can.
“Do you want to be alone?” Tanner eventually asks, and he may never understand how such a simple offer means so much to Sebastian.
One of the hardest things Sebastian has had to learn is asking for privacy. It was one of the things he’d been so deprived of as a missionary, barely able to take a shower or go to the bathroom without the constant presence of his mission companion looming over him like a giant’s shadow. Now, it’s what Tanner gives him when he feels he doesn’t know what to offer. It seems counterproductive, to give Sebastian space when he seems to need support, but Sebastian couldn’t love Tanner more for it.
“No,” he answers. Not this time. Instead, Sebastian shifts so he can place a kiss at the hollow of Tanner’s throat. He feels Tanner swallow, almost nervous, almost always nervous when Sebastian touches him. “It’s getting easier.”
It’s getting easier to lie. It’s getting easier to ignore the pain and guilt that wells up inside him everytime he talks to his family. It’s getting easier to realise all that he left behind is, while a very large part of his identity, is not the only part of his identity. They may never allow him to live with both, but everyday he grows closer to choosing the part he cannot live without.
This is the right decision, he tells himself. That leaving the church, even secretly, and hiding in the depths of Los Angeles is making him happier than he could ever be if he stayed in Provo.
Tanner helps. He’s right there. Always right beside Sebastian, helping him make these decisions everyday. He never says what Sebastian thinks he’ll say, but in the best way possible. The almost deprecating and dismissive words he is always so scared to hear and will never know how to react to if he ever does.
“You’re doing the right thing.”
“The church is all a lie anyway.”
“Be grateful you escaped.”
Tanner has never said any such thing. He only offers Sebastian a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on when it all gets too much and the world feels too dark again.
On the rare occasions when he does find the courage to talk of his experiences, to become raw with Tanner while they lie awake in the middle of the night, limbs tangled under sheets and hair tangled on pillows, he wonders if Tanner hates hearing it. The stories. The nightmares. The horror tales.
And does he hate hearing them because they’re so terrifying? Or because they’re the very real experiences Sebastian had to go through? But Tanner always seems grateful when Sebastian opens up, and admittedly, Sebastian always feels lighter for it. He has less of a weight to carry with him, that he’s unloaded it somewhere no one has to look at it. His mind feels clearer. His limbs feel looser.
They stay like they are for a while. The sun slowly sets, filling the bedroom with afternoon light. The room will become too hot to stay in soon. They should move to the living room, where they can sit under the fan while Tanner works on his essay and Sebastian works on his book. But Tanner has taken to running his hand up and down Sebastian’s back, and it feels too soothing to disrupt. Sebastian makes a sound. A half-moan, half-yawn, all-happy sound.
Tanner laughs, and it disrupts a few strands of Sebastian’s hair. He lifts himself up to crawl up Tanner’s body, the brush of lips and the scratch of Tanner’s weekend stubble creating a new and welcomed heat. Tanner might have been in the middle of a laugh, or a smile, but it’s wiped off as he loses himself in kissing Sebastian. Just as Sebastian loses himself in all that Tanner is.
A swipe of tongues, a squeeze of limbs, a hum from Tanner’s throat, but nothing deeper. It’s just the press of their bodies and the warmth of each other. It’s still enough.
Sometimes, it’s even too much.
As they kiss slowly, Sebastian feels something awaken in the back of his mind, light on his fingers and deep in his gut. Something he’s sure both he and Tanner would love to indulge in, but the room is growing hotter by the minute and Sebastian feels sweat begin to bead on his neck and build on the back of his shirt, so Sebastian chooses to ignore it. They part with a wet sound, although Sebastian wonders if it’s his imagination that sees the hint of regret in Tanner’s face.
They move to the living room, blasting the ceiling fan. Tanner grabs cans of coke from the fridge and Sebastian downs half of his in one go. He needs the sugar hit to have an even ounce of motivation to work on his book.
“What chapter are you on?” Tanner asks, settling himself beside Sebastian on the couch and pulling his own laptop onto his knees.
Sebastian opens his document to check his progress. “Twenty-three. My editor wants the confession to have more passion.” He finds himself rubbing his eyes again, trying to dig out the stress from behind his eyeballs. “I’m not in a particularly passionate mood though.”
He wishes he hadn’t said it, because he knows what Tanner is going to say next. “I could help you with that.”
Sure enough, when he pulls his hands away from his face, Tanner’s eyes are hooded and his smirk is sultry. Sebastian returns the look with one void of any amusement, but he still leans in and kisses Tanner’s lips. It’s chaste and quick, a firm hand on his stubbly jaw to keep him in place.
“Write your essay,” Sebastian says firmly.
“You know I love it when you order me around,” Tanner jibes.
Sebastian pretends to ignore him, but he knows Tanner has noticed his flushed cheeks and furrowed expression as he tries not to let his mind wander to images he doesn’t have the time to sit with. Although the warmth of those images always sits under his skin, ready and very willing.
Sebastian thought he had already come to know temptation well when he first met Tanner. Years ago now, when he was barely a familiar face to Sebastian. Then he found himself running to hide with Tanner away from everything, and while they worked through the other myriad of problems their relationship faced, Sebastian found himself realising there was so much more temptation in a life with Tanner than just comfort and safety. Again, he has no time to dwell on this if he wants to get this chapter at least partially edited.
“You’re still thinking about it,” Tanner says, and Sebastian can feel the smugness in his words.
“Shut up,” Sebastian scoffs, pretending even harder to concentrate on the words in front of him. “I hate you.”
“You wish you did.”
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Hours later, Sebastian shuts his laptop with a resounding thwack. He groans, rolls his neck under his hand, attempts to block out the blocks of words that he can still see even behind his closed eyes.
“You done, babe?” Tanner calls from the kitchen. Sebastian bites back his smile, the thrill of the pet name still fresh on his skin. Tanner gave up on his essay only an hour ago, deciding he’d rather start on dinner.
“Yeah,” he answers.
“Find any words of passion after all?”
Sebastian’s laugh is more of a snort. He places his laptop on the coffee table and walks into the kitchen where Tanner is slicing vegetables. His eyes do not trace the lines of muscles flexing in Tanner’s biceps. His eyes do not think of rough hands on smooth parts of Sebastian’s body.
What is wrong with him today?
Horny. That’s what’s wrong with him. A word Tanner would so helpfully supply if Sebastian were to voice his current not-so-innocent thoughts.
“A few,” Sebastian replies, washing his hands and then picking up an onion to start helping. “I outlined the sword fight between the prince and his knight.”
“Give the words of passion to them; there’s nothing sexier than a sword fight. Two birds with one stone.”
It’s lucky Sebastian hasn’t picked up a knife yet, because his hands fumble around the onion he’s currently peeling. He returns Tanner’s cheeky smile with a derisive look of his own, to hide the truth burning under his skin. That he’s thought about it more than once, struggled to voice this to his editor, but secretly written such scenes when he can’t find it in himself to work on the pages that will actually make their way to publication.
And yes, the knight might share similar features with the man expertly dicing a tomato beside him, but that’s his secret.
“That would certainly be a plot twist,” Sebastian replies. “Three books in but now the prince decides he won’t die for his queen, but stay alive for the one who was meant to die for him first.”
He says it as a joke, knowing there’s no chance on this planet for it to happen, but the worm of possibility is there and Sebastian can’t ignore it.
“I’d read it.”
“You read anything I write,” Sebastian laughs. “Except the shopping list.”
Tanner groans, and again, Sebastian uses the sound to picture making him groan for a different reason, and with a lot more breath behind it.
This is getting ridiculous.
“One time!” Tanner argues. He’s smiling though, completely infatuated with Sebastian’s bemused expression. “I forgot the milk one time!”
“And I had to drink black tea all weekend.”
Tanner puts down his knife and suddenly grabs Sebastian’s jaw, his fingers cool and slightly sticky. Sebastian attempts to bite back his shiver.
“Aww, babe,” Tanner chides, pressing a wet and humorous kiss to Sebastian’s cheek. “You poor thing! The world really is out to get you.”
Sebastian pushes him away with his free hand. “You’re out to get me!”
It doesn’t work. Tanner still crowds closer to Sebastian, a hand on his hip now, pulling him closer. His voice goes quiet and trails deep in Sebastian’s gut, where it’s becoming almost impossible to keep back this feeling.
“Can I make it up to you?”
Sebastian hisses, sucks in a breath, and he knows he’s been caught. Especially when Tanner’s fingers start digging just right into the jut of his hip, where Sebastian likes to feel it.
Tanner’s lips are hot and fierce and Sebastian realises there’s a reason Tanner didn’t preheat the oven first. Because now they might have to abandon their lasagne entirely in favour of take out. Because Sebastian suddenly wants to be doing something else that’s going to take up a good few hours of their night.
Sebastian nips at Tanner’s lips and welcomes the tongue in his mouth while releasing all his pent up frustration in one long, open-mouthed moan. He’s so easy, he knows. Tanner could string him along for hours and barely touch him and Sebastian would still be willing for it.
“When did you know?” Sebastian gasps as Tanner moves to kissing Sebastian’s neck. Tanner has his body pressed to Sebastian’s pressed to the kitchen counter. The corner of it digs into the small of Sebastian’s back, but he’s already thrumming with anticipation. Tanner’s lips are light on his skin but his teeth are sharp on his pulse. His mind has gone completely blank.
“Didn’t,” Tanner murmurs, his words honey sweet and dripping with purpose. “Took a guess.”
Sebastian can’t help the embarrassing whine that tumbles from his lips. “Good guess.”
—
He’s on his back, torn between fixating on what’s happening between his legs or watching Tanner’s arms flex where they have Sebastian caged against the mattress. He was admiring them earlier, but now they’re completely bare and lightly glistening with sweat in the light of the bedroom lamp. Tanner is biting his lip in concentration, and Sebastian knows he’s focusing more on his partner than himself, attempting to find the right angle that won’t cause Sebastian pain and will make this good for the both of them. Sebastian is completely gone on the feeling of Tanner, and hasn’t felt anything other than the red hot poker in his gut for a while. His breathing is uneven, punched from his chest everytime Tanner thrusts, and he’s been trying to beg Tanner for more, but everytime he opens his mouth, another moan escapes him instead.
“I love your noises,” Tanner whispers. His words are still molasses on Sebastian’s skin, a slow trickle on his nerves. Sebastian finds his hands grappling along Tanner’s back, his nails catching skin and he knows there’s going to be angry, red marks there when they’re done.
“You know I-” Thrust. Moan. Inhale. “You know I love your arms.”
Tanner chuckles, breathless and deep, and it’s still so hot.
“I love your lips.” To prove his point, Tanner licks them once and kisses him twice, sweeps his thumb over the bottom lip he’s already kissed red. Sebastian suddenly thinks of drawing it in and sucking on the pad of Tanner’s thumb. He hesitates, before deciding to go with his gut and following through. He’s rewarded with a faster pace.
Then it’s just them, moving fast but steady as they find pleasure with each other. Sebastian’s words become unintelligible again, but Tanner seems to understand his pleas for more, more, don’t stop, more.
Seeing spots in his vision, Sebastian mumbles something even he himself cannot understand.
“I love you, too,” Tanner replies, in the crest of Sebatian’s ear, and his chest swells alongside his orgasm. Tanner reaches between them to make sure Sebastian isn’t far behind him, which he never really was, but it’s enough to make his toes curl and his breath leave his body.
—
Sebastian vaguely thinks they’ve left a perfectly good onion browning on the kitchen counter, but then Tanner kisses him again and all he can think about is how empty his body feels. And it’s a good kind of empty. Tanner’s gentle with him now, hand cupping his face, lips tracing the ridge of his jaw. Sweaty and naked and sticky beside each other but Sebastian wouldn’t move for the world.
“You’re so beautiful,” Tanner says, words quiet. Sebastian blinks some comprehension back into himself, and offers Tanner a tired but completely sated smile.
“Says you,” he replies, followed by, “Thank you.”
Tanner laughs. “You don’t have to thank me for sex.”
Sebastian swats him. “You know that’s not what I’m thanking you for!”
Tanner laughs again but goes back to placing soft, warm and perfect kisses along the lines of Sebastian’s body he can’t see, the scratch of his facial hair causing Sebastian to shudder. He wilts under the touch. He really is so easy.
It doesn’t take as long as it should before Sebastian is twitching again, wanting it again. His hand tightens in Tanner’s hair, a fist pulling at the strands, and Tanner catches on quick, because his kisses turn deeper, more purposeful.
“I want to suck your dick,” Sebastian finds himself saying. He doesn’t regret it.
“Jes- Sebastian!” Tanner is kneeling above Sebastian in a heartbeat. “Warn a man before you say something like that.”
Sebastian doesn’t get to throw Tanner off very often, so is pleased with the reaction.
“It’s more fun when I don’t.”
Tanner grumbles, but the anticipatory grin on his face betrays him while they switch positions and Tanner is on his back, getting comfortable against the headboard.
“Uh, one thing though,” Tanner frowns as he says this. “We’re out of the flavoured condoms, and I just used the last lubed one for….”
Sebastian falters for only a moment.
“Remember to tap out then,” he says before getting down to business.
Truthfully, he only uses them because he likes feeling Tanner finish in his mouth but hates how cum feels and tastes. They rarely do anything without safety first, but Sebastian is feeling different today. Maybe it was the earlier talk with his family setting him on edge. Maybe all this really is getting too easy. Maybe he just feels something deeper for his boyfriend than the usual bone-dense familiarity.
All he knows is he feels he needs to be close to Tanner, wants to make him feel as good as he’s made Sebastian feel ever since they met, and he doesn’t mind doing that at the expense of making some mess.
He thought it’d be longer and slightly more work before Tanner was completely hard again, but Sebastian feels him grow on his tongue in a short time. Maybe there’s something to be said for going raw more often. Tanner’s fingers are gentle in Sebastian's hair, trailing on his scalp with his fingernails. It makes Sebastian shudder around him, making Tanner groan, making Sebastian groan too.
“Fu-” he hears Tanner bite back a curse. “You’ve gotten so good at this.”
Sebastian grinds his hips against the mattress, thrumming under the praise.
He takes his time, wanting Tanner to understand how much he adores him, how much he would do for him. He usually has to wear at least a thin veil of confidence when he does this; the shame and stigma of sex ingrained in his memory, buried under a scab he can never quite scratch. But he’s enjoying himself this time, almost too much, almost too eager.
Tanner has no complaints.
He groans a little louder around Tanner when Tanner presses on his scalp, letting him know he can get rougher, that he doesn’t have to be so gentle this time. Tanner is hesitant to take the invitation, but is soon thrusting gently and Sebastian has completely relaxed into it.
“Okay,” Tanner gasps. “Okay, I’m close. I’m really, really close.”
Sebastian pulls off, one last kiss pressed to him before clasping his hand around it and finishing what he started. He lies languidly beside Tanner, who is quick to seal their lips together while Sebastian works. Tanner doesn’t seem to mind where Sebastian’s mouth just was.
When he finishes, it’s with a heavy groan and staccato breaths, mutters of it’s good and Sebastian’s name falling from his lips. Sebastian rubs his thighs together, biting back the need to lean into the praise from Tanner and ask for more.
“Your turn?” Tanner asks, polite as ever. Sebastian laughs quietly, about to ask for something simpler, when Tanner asks instead. “Or you could roll over and I could do it the other way?”
Sebastian seizes. Tanner doesn’t shave on the weekends, so by Sunday afternoon his usual morning stubble has grown out to a nice layer of rough hair that could almost be considered a beard. Sebastian enjoys the feel of it against his skin, but has never stopped to think how it would feel deep between his thighs.
He does now, and he’s never wanted anything more.
He nods, slowly, careful if he moves too suddenly it might all blow away. Tanner’s grin is back, bordering on cheeky but definitely smug, and Sebastian can’t find it in himself to feel annoyed by it. Not when that grin disappears and the rough touch of Tanner’s jaw is already beginning to redden Sebastian’s skin.
Whatever. No one else will see, but Sebastian is going to sufficiently enjoy the tingle he’ll have there for days.
Sebastian hasn’t torn the sheets in his hands yet, but every time he’s slightly nervous it’ll happen. His knuckles are white, his arms are shaking and he’s already drooled onto the pillow. Tanner is good and quick behind him, which is its own blessing because Sebastian was never going to last long enough for him to draw it out. He wants to know how Tanner knew that unmatching Serbastian’s pace is its own kind of love language.
He was right though. The contrast of Tanner’s rough beard and the heat of his mouth on Sebastian’s sensitive skin has him whining loudly. He’s sure he’s a mess, sure he looks so embarrassing, but can’t bring himself to care when Tanner pries him apart and delivers like this.
More, more, don’t stop, more rains from Sebastian’s lips and he’s said the words so many times he’s afraid it’s losing all meaning, but Tanner never disappoints and he meets Sebastian's desperation without argument.
It’s white hot and sharp on his skin when he climaxes, crying out, the corners of his eyes wet with tears. Tanner reaches between his legs and strokes him momentarily, just for good measure, and Sebastian is twitching by the time Tanner deigns to let go, but Sebastian can feel the temptation Tanner feels to stay.
“Alright,” Tanner gasps, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was good.”
Sebastian is still coming down from the high Tanner just gave him, and that good, empty feeling has flooded his body. He replies with a weak but genuine smile, and Tanner greets him at the pillows with a deep kiss.
—
“What if I did do it?” Sebastian asks, and after Tanner has given him a questioning look, follows up with “What if I did suddenly change the romance of my book?”
Tanner smiles. Sebastian can’t really see it. Their room is sufficiently dark once it gets late enough, tucked away in a corner of the city that gets no light pollution. It makes moments like these far more intimate. Makes them a stronger memory Sebastian keeps in his mind, and draws on it in his moments of weakness when the hows and the whys and the what ifs creep into his mind and become too loud for him to ignore.
“Do what you want to. It’s your story.”
His editor might hate it. For no other reason than it means changing a lot more than just several already well established and planned plot points. It means more of a headache for his entire writing team. They’d have to find new sensitivity readers. Probably market it differently. They might even ask him to wait until the next book.
But Sebastian was never good at waiting; he’s a man of bad timing.
“My parents will read it,” Sebastian says what they’re both thinking. “They’ll know.”
He’s not sure coming out to them through a fairy tale is the best way to go, and yet he can’t stop the itch this idea has given him. He wants to do something outlandish. Something ridiculous. Maybe it’s the only way his parents will ever see reason; see how far Sebastian is willing to go to be himself away from a community that while they sheltered him, are also responsible for the years of abuse.
Tanner squeezes Sebastian’s hand tighter, pulling it to his lips to kiss the knuckles that have gripped Tanner just as tight.
“It’s still your story.”
Is it though?
Tanner once wrote an entire book about himself and his struggles with falling in love with the wrong boy, and at the risk of a failing grade and losing his acceptance to UCLA, decided to never publish it. Sebastian at least submitted it for him, because he saw between the lines what Tanner had failed to.
This isn’t his story. It’s not even Sebastian’s story.
It’s their story.
Tanner places another kiss to Sebastian’s lips, soft and clean. Sebastian kisses him back. It’s not for him to decide tonight which direction he’s taking now; all the choices will still be there for him in the morning. He’s falling asleep faster than he intended to, but Tanner’s arm is a welcome weight along his middle and he brushes Tanner’s feet with his own whenever they shift.
He falls asleep with a smile on his lips and a story in his heart, beside the boy who’s given him the courage to tell it.
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My mom is having me move out some of my books because we're living in a very small place, and it's impossible to keep all of them with me. I know this. There's 863 books of mine in storage from our last move, and that number was once 1,092 before we left. Now I have 45 books in a tiny storage space under my bed. And now it is time to find room for them to go to storage for the next ones like one of those butterfly life charts.
But my mom wants some to be thrown out. A few of the more holy ones donated. Ok ok so I might be like a sentimental piece of crap. Or maybe like a hoarder. But how can you tell me to get rid of my books? I don't know how to tell her, someone who just reads for the book's story, about all the other people in my books.
All of these books except a small handful I no longer have are 2nd hand. They're frayed and their bindings are cracked and brittle. Some of them have bookmarks older than I am, and some have scribbles from children I'll never meet. I can tell you honestly that I've lost count of the number of books with handwriting in them, weather it be a relative's well wishes or the reader's thoughts.
Every story i read has another story in it. This one book has childhood scribbles in it from a kid who got their hand's on a parent's book. It has little scribbles and sentences with terrible grammar that say, with many more letters, 'I love my mommy!'
This other book is falling apart at the seams. It's a Good Omens book, one of my favorites I have. Half the pages in the first section have fallen out (and have obviously fallen out many times before if the tape and glue says anything) and some pages have ripples in the paper from tears. Which I'll admit I've added to myself.
And this other book? This book belonged to a library that when I looked for it doesn't exist anymore. It has a sleeve paper on the front with names on it, ranging from normal names to Greasy Gus and Laffy Taffy. Some pages inside have highlighted sections at random, and I'm ashamed to admit that it once had sticky notes inside that I accidentally made fall out when I dropped it.
I can tell you right now some of these books have lived past their author's funerals and have seen their owners pass away quietly before being tossed into a 2nd & Charles free bin with some random mail and highschool text books. These books will outlive me given the chance to continue to age.
I'm not sure if this explains it exactly, I know it didn't for my mother, but all of these little things feel special. They feel like little pieces of someone's soul where they were open and vulnerable because they know a book won't judge them for crying or for adding color to its pages. There was a person that loved these books enough to destroy them. How could I get rid of something that has so much live and pain and wonder inside it? Mom how can I face myself knowing I left a little girls 'I love you's to rot away in a landfill?
I know our time too short for this, and someone won't extend the same reverence to the books I've left myself behind in the same way. Maybe the real world is more important. And maybe these people will never know how much they were loved by a stranger. But they were. They were loved and maybe it's foolish but I want my short time spent treating these souls with the delicate affection they deserve that the paperless world doesn't really allow.
Idk it's really dumb, and definitely takes up too much space. And it's definitely really silly to like everyone around me xD Guess i just wanted to get a little rant out before I have to manoeuvre these books in to storage without breaking them.
#rambles#books#sentimental#like weirdly sentimental#sorry for being cringe#old books#mother: no books for you allex#me: but mom the dead people inside them#mom: bruh wtf#i like big books and i cannot lie#i also like old books#2nd hand books#mainly#anyway#time to hyperfixate
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Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?
No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good!
Hawks Rut Headcannons
Genre: fluff, smut
Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)
Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times
Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao
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Pre-Rut Behaviors
Grooming and Preening
Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.
He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.
Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has.
Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.
Possessiveness and Protection
You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a l o t.
Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”
You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.
If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.
He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...
He.
Is.
Angry.
Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.
Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.
All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.
One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.
You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean.
If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.
If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut.
You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.
Nesting
He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?”
If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.
He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.
He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you.
He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.
Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.
He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.
He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.
Noises
He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”
You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood practically belongs to him.
Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.
Rut End-game
On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.
When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.
So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.
You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.
In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.
Physical Changes
Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.
His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.
He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.
His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.
His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.
His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.
his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).
His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck
His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’
His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him.
Rut (MAJOR NSFW)
Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS).
He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.
However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.
He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.
Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.
This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.
Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.
When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.
He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!”
One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.
You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected.
He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.
He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days.
Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.
He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose.
Yeah, he’s got that much energy.
Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed.
There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.
During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you.
He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.
He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough.
He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.
Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.
He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you
How much he loves you
How good you make him feel
How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut
How you’re his mate for life
How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.
Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.
When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.
He finishes off by pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.
This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses.
His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day.
Post Rut
When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off.
He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.
He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.
Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.
He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.
He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.
Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.
Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.
Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard
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“Sentibubbler” summary? “Sentibubbler” salt?
Why not both at the same time?
Something a little experimental, though also somewhat reminiscent of some of my past videos. Calling it “summasalt” for now, based on the word “somersault” because this episode was an exercise of my patience.
It’s basically just me going through the episode with my usual episode summary, but salting along the way instead of making you guys read a wall of text without any images or clips or me making snarky comments.
(By the way, yes, I did in fact have caffeine before recording.)
script below for anyone who wants/needs it:
"Sentibubbler" begins with Marinette having food with the Cesaires and I already know this isn't real because Marinette is actually getting to interact with her best friend's family. That's only happened, like--when, two episodes of Season 2? [”Sapotis” and “Anansi”]
Marinette sees Trixx and points out how they're supposed to be a secret, and Alya asks why while calling Marinette "Ladybug." Marinette plays dumb but is told by Nino that everyone already knows her secret. Chloe is also there, chiding Marinette for her identity rule - it's not Marinette's rule but after "Reflekdoll" I've just gotten used to Marinette being blamed for things she didn't do - and Marinette goes to question Chloe's apperance when there's a knock on the balcony door. Alya invites Shadow Moth in and--[Shadow Moth has to duck to come inside]--huh, I thought Sole Crusher was seven episodes ago.
Anyway, now obviously, Marinette is just being ridiculous and overemotional as usual, because why would Marinette ever think that Alya would reveal any information to--["Feast"]--oh yeah, that's right.
Tikki doesn't transform Marinette and says that Marinette shouldn't have trusted Alya with her secret. Enter Chat Blanc, who says that they can be together now without any secrets. Not really sure what this episode is aiming for with the mixed message of "your identity rule sucks" but also "your fault for trusting someone instead of having a mental breakdown," but a’ight. Trixx also gets another dig in on Marinette for giving Alya the fox miraculous.
Marinette wakes up from her nightmare and panics, but Tikki reassures her that Alya is loyal. [”Chameleon”] Mm. Also, that kind of support might've been nice from Tikki literal seasons ago when Marinette could've used a confidant.
Wayzz - I swear, they've had eyelashes more often than not in this season - points out that Trixx is mischievous and Xuppu talks about Trixx being the cause of the Loch Ness monster rumors, which worries Marinette further. Marinette runs out in her pajamas and I can already predict that neither Tom nor Sabine are going to check on her later or care.
Marinette finds the Cesaires looking for something, their words vague enough for Marinette to think that they're talking about Trixx. Alya brushes Marinette off and tells her to help with looking instead of lecturing her.
Marlena makes a comment that reminds Marinette of her nightmare, only increasing Marinette's stress. A tarantula crawls up a ladle and Marinette freaks out when she sees it, which Marlena has a laugh at because Marinette's anxiety, fear, and panic is hilarious, guys!
This is my laughing face. [not a laughing face]
Nino exits, having been too afraid of the spider to leave the room, so Nora compares Marinette to him. Nino tries to play it cool, then changes the subject to point out Marinette's pajamas. Alya wonders aloud why Marinette showed up and Marinette tries to act casual, but Alya sees through it and states that she doesn't usually lose things when someone lends them to her.
I presume the exception is Marinette's trust. OH-HOOOOHHH, we'll get there.
Nora takes a jab at Alya for losing the spider and Marinette drags Alya away to talk. Nino tries to join but Alya states that it's between her and Marinette, which makes Nino sad.
Nino, does the phrase "guys' time" ring a bell by any chance?
Marinette is explaining her nightmare and is simply told to calm down by Alya, though Marinette is briefly startled by a phone ringing. Marinette puts together what she knows that Shadow Moth knows, including that Alya is Rena Rouge, adding on that Shadow Moth could steal the fox necklace if he figured out that Alya has it permanently. Alya reassures her that no one will ever know and Marinette states that this must include Chat Noir. Alya agrees and brings attention to the fanny pack around her waist, which Trixx has been hiding in, and Marinette has Trixx promise not to show up at the dining table like in her nightmare. Tikki tells Marinette that everything will be fine and Marinette admits that it was silly of her to worry, which it was! ...If you ignore all the anxiety, mental scarring, and constant pressure to be perfect or risk Paris lighting itself on fire, much like I presume they accidentally did with their original script for this episode.
Alya tells Marinette to trust her and also herself - I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Alya, thank you - then Alya loses her temper at the phone continuing to ring. She leaves to find an empty living room, then answers the phone only to hear Shadow Moth on the other line. Alya turns upon hearing Marinette scream to see that Marinette has been trapped in a bubble. Cue the reveal/return of the Bubbler, who is definitely Nino akumatized and not--like--a sentimonster, because the episode didn't spoil it at all with the title of Sentibub--
show, this is freaking embarrassing. Why even bother akumatizing someone when you can mold a sentimonster with the exact power you want?
At least they reveal it quickly, though that also means I have to live with the knowledge that Shadow Moth wINKED AT ALYA, NO.
Anyway, Shadow Moth tells Alya that he wants her to betray Ladybug. Marinette, meanwhile, is panicking over being unable to transform while in public, whereas Tikki remains calm and reassures her that Alya will figure something out and it's why Marinette gave Alya the fox miraculous in the first place.
Weird, I thought it was for the show to continuously validate Alya as a worthy choice for a confidant despite repeatedly covering up her sINS and so the show can push for more anxiety on Marinette's part while simultaneously not having to make a new hero model for Alya, which they would have to do if the realistic decision had been made to give Alya a different miraculous due to Shadow Moth knowing her identity as Rena Rouge.
Marinette texts Alya to inform her that the Bubbler is a sentimonster and so Rena can tell Chat not to use Cataclysm on him or the bubbles will burst due to the sentimonster's lack of control.
Hate to burst the show's bubble but Alya could literally see Nino up in the sky and they could see her; the bubbles are in viewing range. Did this even go through a quality check?
Alya goes to look at Marinette's text, but the phone is bubbled away by Sentibubbler. Marinette sees the phone floating by and panics, only to be reassured again to trust Alya and at this point I vaguely wondered if I was watching this episode on repeat. Tikki also adds that Alya has never let her down - [”Ladybug”] MMMM - and Marinette agrees, also certain that Chat Noir will show up soon.
Oh yeah, he exists. Oh no.
Cut to the Agreste mansion where Adrien is watching the news - dude, how is there never anything better on when you need to be told that there's an akuma? here, look, I'll show you [”Silencer” Lukabug clip] there, much better, see? - and it's pointed out that the bubbles are identical to the ones Bubbler had, yet Nino is in one of the bubbles. Adrien readies himself while Plagg is - for once - okay with leaving since his cheese isn't "edible" yet.
I feel like he should be a little more concerned about Marinette being in a bubble.
Meanwhile, Shadow Moth is explaining to Alya that Ladybug will come to give her the fox miraculous due to the bubbled people in the sky - plenty of other choices that aren't within breathing range of the obvious danger zone, but a'ight - and SentiBubbler will catch Ladybug. Alya brings up Chat Noir saving her but Shadow Moth states that she'll create an illusion of Ladybug and Rena to lure Chat Noir, who won't see Sentibubbler coming, at which point Rena will hand Shadow Moth her miraculous. He adds that her loved ones will only be returned once all three miraculouses are in his possession, though if she tries to warn the heroes then Sentibubbler will send the bubbles into space, too far for any hero to save them.
[clip of space power-ups] Hm.
Also, I would've just let her keep the miraculous as an extra bribe since he doesn't need the fox and she wouldn't have time to recharge anyway - at least to his knowledge - but that's just me.
Marinette is relieved that Alya still hasn't been captured--TIKKI, I KNOW, YOU'VE BEEN PARROTING THIS ALL EPISODE, I KNOW--but Marinette changes her tune when she sees Alya blindly calling out for Ladybug's help, unaware that Alya is buying time. Marinette laments the idea of transforming there and having using the rabbit to go back in time to reverse, as that's never a good thing (seconded), but gets the idea for Tikki to take her miraculous to someone else. Tikki rejects the idea, as the earrings won't go through the bubble, and Marinette realizes that Chat Noir is their only hope.
I mean, it was nice knowing them. Sure is interesting how Marinette has only been getting herself into these situations where she requires saving when the show needed to present Alya as a valid choice for a confidant.
Meanwhile, Chat Noir is leaving a message for Ladybug about the bubbles in the sky, saying that he'll wait for her; I already see where this is going and I don't like it.
Alya mutters to Trixx about how they need a plan to release Marinette. Through Alya Vision, we're shown Sentibubbler, a bowl of fruit, and the bathroom door. Alya tells Sentibubbler that she needs to go to the bathroom and - wow, we're really doing this, aren't we? - which Shadow Moth rejects. Shadow Moth is also on top of a building holding a coffee cup which honestly makes about as much sense as the rest of the episode, so whatever. Alya claims that she can't wait and that it'll be awkward for Ladybug to find her like that, which gets Shadow Moth to relent but also remind her of what's at stake if she tries anything. Alya states that she can't do anything without a miraculous anyway, then purposefully falls onto the table, concealing her long enough for her to transform and allowing an illusion of herself to go to the bathroom while she escapes. She detransforms in the twins' room and feeds Trixx with some grapes that she'd picked up.
Alya explains her plan to trick Shadow Moth and Sentibubbler since they don't know that she has a miraculous, though she also has to make sure that Chat won't ruin things. Rena then proceeds to call Chat Noir and claim that Ladybug wanted her to call him with her plan, but adds that it's a two-person plan and Chat himself isn't needed, so he needs to wait for further instructions. Chat demands that Ladybug call him to tell him herself, but Rena insists that she can't, as Ladybug is very busy. She warns him not to use Cataclysm if he sees the Bubbler, as he's a sentimonster, then promises to talk to him later before hanging up.
She uses Mirage again, making the Alya illusion reappear as well as creating a Ladybug. Chat Noir, infuriated at being left out, destroys part of a building with his baton. He then dismisses the action because Miraculous Ladybug will fix it.
Spoiler alert, it will, which is a very fascinating detail! I mean, I can't imagine another situation where a hero did something while there was an akuma going around and Miraculous Ladybug decided to help 'em out, but it just goes to show what happens when you're the writers' pet. Just look a little pitiful and they'll give you all the sympathy in the world.
By the way, didn't expect them to actually confirm my theory that Chat Noir does Chat Noir things because he knows that Miraculous Ladybug will fix it anyway, essentially allowing him to earn brownie points from Ladybug via sacrificing himself regardless of how it affects her mentally, yet here we are and I don't know whether to be sad, angry, disappointed, or a mixture of all three.
Chat Noir sees the Ladybug illusion jumping off and gives chase, refuses to stay where he is. Marinette, seeing that Rena Rouge's illusions are active, panics at the sight of Chat Noir, as the illusion will vanish if Chat touches it.
I like to imagine the immediate concern is the idea that Chat Noir will try to take Ladybug's hand while trying to flirt.
Anyway, Marinette flails inside the bubble in an attempt to reach Chat Noir, while illusion Alya and SentiBubbler get into position. Chat Noir watches what he perceives as Ladybug heading into the Cesaire house with Alya, but Marinette gets to him in order to tell him not to go anywhere. Chat complains about everyone telling him to stay put, but Marinette explains Rena's plan to him. Chat is skeptical of how she knows that, to which Marinette insists that she saw it from where she was. Chat Noir relents with a sigh and stays where he is.
SentiBubbler watches as the illusion of Alya and Ladybug talk to each other, Rena making it look like Ladybug is piecing together what happened and refusing to give Alya a miraculous ever again due to Shadow Moth knowing her identity. She claims that she'll find another holder and give them an even more powerful miraculous, which interests Shadow Moth and gets him to follow after the Ladybug illusion. Once Sentibubbler leaves as well, Chat sees this as his chance to stop the sentimonster, as the Ladybug illusion will vanish if it's touched. Marinette strokes his ego for the token love square moment of the episode, and Chat Noir fights SentiBubbler while Shadow Moth goes after the Ladybug illusion.
I'm noticing a real lack of tension in this episode. Once Alya has her plan, it's kind of a clean sweep from start to finish with no interference or unexpected roadblocks in the way. Even Shadow Moth following the Ladybug illusion goes fine, with Shadow Moth even punching a building thinking that Ladybug actually got away from him.
Dude, it's fine, Miraculous Ladybug will fix it, just put on your best sad face. Maybe Chat Noir gets it from you actually, is treatment from the writers a hereditary thing?
Sentibubbler and Chat Noir are still fighting. Shadow Moth shows up and Marinette tries to warn Chat, but Chat gets caught in a bubble and Marinette apologizes; she doesn't have anything to apologize for but after "Reflekdoll" I--wait I already did this.
Chat Noir uses Cataclysm to escape, only to get caught in another bubble. I'd just like to throw out there that this guy's a hero three seasons going and the love interest for the main character, yet his role in the episode has amounted to complaining about the authority of a hero Ladybug chose, throwing a property-destroying tantrum over being excluded, and wasting his power without a single thought which just got him captured again.
Chat, does the name "Syren" ring any bells by any chance? I'm just sayin', you could always quit. In fact, wasn't it you literally one episode ago saying that you understood if Ladybug couldn't always come get you? Then, after seeing the jump from "Glaciator" to "Frozer," I'm about as shocked as rubber.
Back with the competent one, Alya notes to Trixx that Rena Rouge can no longer be seen by Shadow Moth or else the jig is up. She transforms and texts Marinette to be ready, creating an illusion of Marinette that simultaneously hides the real version, allowing her to transform into Ladybug.
Chat Noir's bubble gets dragged down and Shadow Moth gets SentiBubbler to mute Chat Noir's bubble.
[clip from “Silencer” where Ladybug takes amusement in Chat being muted]
Ladybug uses Lucky Charm and receives a pot, her Lucky Vision spotting Shadow Moth's coffee cup, then SentiBubbler, then the tarantula trapped in a bubble. Ladybug deduces that the cup is the sentimonster's object, then pulls the horse miraculous out of her yoyo and unifies it with the ladybug--oh.
Oh my.
You know, it's times like this where I'm reminded that the show knows nothing about fashion... or girls... or good writing actually--there's just a lot of stuff they don't know.
Sentibubbler does a countdown, then starts sending the civilian bubbles up into the sky. Chat Noir is about to de-transform while PegaBug notices of Shadow Moth's two miraculous, up for grabbin'. She notes that she won't be able to catch everyone, so she forms a portal behind Shadow Moth and goes for the coffee cup first, thus putting her in control of SentiBubbler, who happily brings the bubbles back down at her command.
Shadow Moth erases SentiBubbler from existence though, causing everyone to fall, but Chat and PegaBug manage to catch them. PegaBug de-transforms and presents the Cesaires with the tarantula, which had been trapped inside the lucky charm. Ladybug and Chat Noir watch Shadow Moth escape and Ladybug laments that it could've been the end of Shadow Moth once and for all because it's not a Miraculous episode without Marinette being at fault or feeling guilty in some way! Chat Noir reassures her [*by “reassure,” I mean he might as well have said, “Well, you saved ME, so you did great!”] - wow, that's two token love square moments for the price of one episode, don't I feel spoiled - and Ladybug leaves to retrieve the tarantula's tank.
Rena Rouge is waiting for her and they hug, with Rena repeating that she doesn't lose something that someone gives her. Ladybug states that she never should've doubted the idea of giving Alya a miraculous and Imma just give you guys a counter real quick. [counter that shows that Tikki has complimented Alya four times, Alya has complimented herself/told Marinette to trust her thrice, and Marinette has said that she was wrong thrice]. Miraculous Ladybug is cast and everything returns to normal, with Alya explaining what she did and Marinette being relieved that Shadow Moth won't be going after her anymore. Alya confidently asks if she was smart and Marinette is happy to praise her, confirming it and stating that Alya is a real superhero and honestly? If the narrative wanted to marry Alya this badly, they should've just used some of the budget to buy a ring instead of projecting onto the other characters.
Then again, the apparent budget can't even afford a new hero model nor new akuma to a very noticeable degree, so I guess they're taking what they can get.
Alya praises Marinette as well for her work as PegaBug and they do a fistbump, thus ending the episode. There's also this ever-so-lovely post-episode scene with Gabriel and Nathalie where Gabriel laments the fact that Ladybug never makes mistakes which--I... has he even watched the series at all? Gabe, babe, Babriel Agreste, it's literally part of the show's formula that Marinette makes a mistake in every episode and she felt guilty like a minute ago over not yoinking your miraculouses when she had the chance, where have you been?
But, yeah, anyway, the episode.
Needless to say, not a fan. Like I said, the show seems so intent on immediately validating the choices they make with Alya in order to make her look like a better character. "Gang of Secrets" basically replaced her with someone different at the end of the episode, and the episode immediately afterwards in chronological order, "Mr. Pigeon 72," did everything it could to push Marinette out of her guardian position long enough for Alya to figure out the grimoire despite having zero onscreen experience with it, the episode even trapping Ladybug in a situation that forced Rena Rouge to come into play to validate that decision as well.
And now we have "SentiBubbler" here following immediately after "Optigami," desperate to reassure its audience that Alya is cool, smart, truthworthy, and that not needing to make a new model--sorry, I mean Alya continuing to have the fox--was a good decision. All the while, they continue pushing Alya's flaws under the rug [Note that it’s not even considered that Alya is even remotely at fault for Shadow Moth going after her specifically after her stunt in “Optigami” when no one else but Ladybug and Chat have ever given out a miraculous], hiding them instead of Alya actually acknowledging them, the only reason she did so in "Optigami" being the same as in "Gang of Secrets"; to make her look good while Marinette makes a big decision in their relationship.
The episode tries so hard to drill in this idea that Alya is a good friend who can be trusted, and I'm just not here for how much they try to hammer it in. Marinette's very real anxiety over Shadow Moth's power and ability to plan things is played off as her being silly instead of something to be concerned about, and instead of giving her a hug and trying to help her calm down - [clip from “Heart Hunter” of Luka hugging Marinette] I miss Luka - she's just told to trust and believe and hAVE fAiTh in Alya.
Shadow Moth is an adult; he has abilities that the teenage heroes don't. I'm not even saying that Marinette isn't overreacting [Basically, her concern about Shadow Moth is valid, especially after “Optigami” where her identity was almost found out], but she has anxiety and some obvious trauma over "Chat Blanc." I was already upset that Alya got a free pass to Marinette's identity, but the constant stressing over how much Marinette should trust her just doesn't affect me when I know Alya and I know the kind of stuff she's done that the show blatantly ignored in favor of pushing for her.
But okay, show, I'll give Alya the benefit of the doubt that she doesn't deserve. Let's say that she's turned a new leaf, and has become the reliable, trustworthy, and loyal partner that Marinette deserves. I'm sure that Alya has Marinette's back, and will never go behind said back in order to do something completely unsurprising and wholly indicative of the character I actually know her to be.
Especially not a mere three episodes later...
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Gentleman in the Streets, Freak in the Sheets (NSFW)
*Not my gif*
Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader
Requested: Yes
Prompt: Kelly gets fed up when you tease him at work all shift (Dominate, kinda rough Kelly smut)
Warnings: Smut (18+), daddy kink, breeding kink¿, swearing
A/N: Anyone else find the gif incredibly sexy? Also, proof skimmed at 4am so don’t judge typos 😅
It was a quiet day in the firehouse. Ambulance 61 only running a few calls and everyone else passing the time by running drills or checking equipment. You had offered to make dinner, wanting to give Ritter and Gallo a break for once. You were far from a candidate, but you weren’t “all in” on the candidate hazing per say. They needed a break every once in a while too. Especially when trying to cook three meals a day for the pickiest men in Chicago. You were trying to decide how to marinate the chicken when your boyfriend walked into the lounge headed straight for the kitchen.
“You cooking tonight?” He asked when he spotted you in front of the stove. Watching you nod, he chuckled.
“You know we have candidates for that.” He teased.
“Yeah yeah I know, I also don’t care.” You retorted, having already had this talk before. “Hey! What are you doing?” You scolded as you watched him open up a cupboard digging through it.
“Getting chips.” He answered, nonchalantly.
“I’m making food!” You reminded him.
“And I will eat it, but I need something to hold me off in the meantime.” He replied, rolling your eyes, you turned back to the task. “Okay spices.” You thought out loud moving towards the cabinet Kelly was still digging through. Registering in your head that there was nobody else around except Mouch who was loudly snoring on the couch. Smirking you took the few steps towards your needed ingredients.
“Excuse me.” You mumbled slipping in front of Kelly where he was trying to reach something from
the back of the top shelf. Pushing yourself up on your tippy toes you attempted to grab spices off the bottom shelf, pushing your butt out to put pressure against his crotch before slowly moving back down on the heels of your feet, smiling effectively to yourself when you felt Kelly immediately tense above you swallowing a low groan, trying again and eliciting the same reaction. “I can’t reach it. Could you hand me that cayenne pepper?” You asked sweetly pointing to it, witnessing a pink tint appear across his cheeks, still pressed tightly against you, clenching his jaw when you wiggled your hips back against his. Tightly gripping the container he handed it to you. “Thank you, lieutenant.” You grinned sliding out from in front of him to make your way towards the counter. It wasn’t but two seconds before Kelly had you trapped up against the counter. Breathing heavy in your ear goosebumps traveling down your body at the warmth of his breath.
“You think you’re so sly. Such a little tease, trying to make daddy rock hard.” Kelly leaned over your back pushing his hips into your spine where you felt an obvious bulge. “You’re just giving me an invitation to bend you right over this counter and use you.” Kelly whispered into your ear as you started to chop up the celery coming centimeters away from chopping off your finger at his words. It had been a few days since you had sex and you knew you both were craving each other. When the sound of footsteps heading for you became clear he sprung away putting a respectable amount of space between the two of you.
“Is anybody making dinner around here?” Herrmann asked, appearing from the apparatus floor, Stella in tow behind him.
“Yeah, working on it.” You assured him watching Kelly retrieve a bag of chips and head towards the bunk room, cool relaxed demeanor drifting back over him. He was always better at hiding things than you, and this was likely a game you were going to lose at, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
You and Kelly had dated for awhile before accepting that the pressures of the job was starting to take a toll on your relationship. In order to healthily deal with your issues separately you decided to take a break, knowing that you would likely eventually end up back together, or at least hoping so. It was hard at first especially after finding out he had had a brief fling with Stella, one of your best friends in the house, but you had gotten through it and had been back together for a couple months. Nobody else in the house knew though, except Matt who you frequently ran into every morning in his kitchen.
You had taken plenty of opportunities to tease Kelly throughout the rest of the shift. Sending him dirty texts, accidentally running into him in the shower, innocently flirting with Gallo just to get a rise.
“Oh sorry are you almost done?” You asked sweetly watching Kelly shift his clothes from the washer to the dryer.
“Be my guest.” He moved out of the way for you to move towards the washer starting to throw your clothes into it when you heard him clear his throat. Turning you cocked your head when you saw him holding one of your thongs on his pointer finger. “Oops must’ve dropped that.” You played innocently, taking it from him to drop it into the machine feeling the heat of his body crowd you.
“What has gotten into you today?” He questioned, gripping your hips.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You bit your lip blinking up at him.
“Oh so you really were just interested in Gallo’s new workout regimen?” He smirked, pushing you completely against the washer.
“Kid’s looking swole what can I say?” You giggled.
“You must really want me to take you right here, Kitten.” He shook his head, lips moving centimeters away from yours. You hummed, waiting for him to make contact, but he never did. “Say it. Tell me.” He challenged right hand moving up to your bare stomach, finger pulling at the top of your pants.
“I want you.” You admitted and you could feel him smile against your own lips.
“How bad?” He encouraged, popping the button of your pants open, fingers inching further south.
“So bad.” You assured, moaning when the pad of his finger came in contact with your clit, his mouth muting the sound. You relaxed letting the pleasure seep into your body. Whimpering when one of his fingers pushed into you. Your own fingers were nothing compared to his and it had been too long since you felt them. Bracing yourself against his chest when he added another, thrusting them in and out.
“Fuck, Kel. Someone could walk in.” You reminded him trying to keep a clear head, that was very quickly fading.
“Let them. They can watch and see how wet and desperate I make you while fingering your little pussy. Then they can imagine what I do to you with my cock.” He whispered into your ear, causing your knees to buckle below you.
“Oh my god.” You breathed out when his thumb began to flick against your clit synchronizing with his thrusts, his dirty talk was always out of this world. You felt your legs begin to shake, head falling into your boyfriend’s chest, sharp breaths coming out just as the knot unraveled in your stomach. Kelly’s free hand wrapping around your waist to steady you. He waited for you to gain control of your balance again before removing his hands away from you.
“This is far from over.” Kelly kissed your sweaty forehead before retreating leaving you a disheveled mess. You left him alone for the rest of the night knowing if you went near him you were going to cave and this time you would be sure to be caught.
You had turned a boring shift into an entertaining one and you loved watching him squirm.
Unfortunately, you hadn’t gotten much sleep having run calls almost all night, one after the other, and you were so ready to fall into your big soft bed you had even forgotten about the game you were playing with your boyfriend. Up until you walked into your apartment. Dropping your bag to the floor you kicked off your shoes barely registering Kelly close behind you until he tugged on your wrist, taking you off balance causing you to fall right into him, his hard body insistently igniting a spark within you. His hands gripped your face bringing you in for a heated kiss, one that had you leaning back against the door almost immediately.
“Mmm.” You hummed, starting to feel your body summon a second wind.
“Are you too tired? Cause we can do this later.” Kelly pulled away to ask you sincerely, palm cupping your face.
“You seem to have woken me back up.” You chuckled arms circling around his neck to pull him back down to you, tongue joining his, gripping the bottom of his shirt you broke the kiss to tug it over his head.
“Don’t worry you have me so fucking horny this isn’t gonna take long.” He laughed unbuttoning your jeans as he licked across your jaw.
“I don’t know if Matt’s gonna want to see our clothes all over the floor.” You joked, stepping out of your jeans as he pushed them down.
“I asked him to give me an hour or two.” Kelly shrugged a cocky tone in his voice causing you to roll your eyes.
“It’s his apartment too.” You pointed out, shedding yourself of your shirt and bra, as Kelly tossed his jeans to the side.
“He can come home if he wants to, he just may regret it. Which is exactly what I told him.” Kelly replied, taking two steps towards you to throw you over his shoulder.
“Kelly!” You giggled unexpectedly.
“Shh we’re on a time limit.” He smacked your ass and you could hear the smile in his voice as he walked you towards your bedroom. Dropping you at the edge of the bed quickly covering the length of your body with his capturing your breasts in his hands, mouthing at your right nipple. Before his hands moved to explore all the parts of your body. The small pleasure sending goosebumps down your body. “You’ve been teasing daddy at work all shift. What if Herrmann or Stella would’ve seen you wiggling this perfect little ass against my crotch?” Kneading it into his palms. “Would you have liked that? Showing everyone how worked up you can get me? How hard you make me just by looking at you?” Kelly growled nibbling down your neck.
“Stella maybe.” You mumbled, causing him to chuckle.
“Jealous?” He inquired.
“Possessive.” You responded, squeezing his crotch for emphasis.
“She’s got nothing on you baby girl.” He promised, picking you up enough to lay you down. higher on your bed. “You have me so pent up you know that?” He rolled his hips down on yours thin fabric covering each of you, so you could clearly feel his full bulge, a soft moan escaping your lips at the action. Kelly smirked above you at the sound.
“You want it so bad don't you? You want daddy to fill you up good huh baby girl?” He taunted fingertips running up and down your thighs. You clenched your jaw trying to keep your hips firm against the bed not wanting to give into him so easily. “Awe come on. You know you love when I talk dirty to you. You tell me all the time, and I bet if I just move my hand a little south it’ll do all the talking for you.” He teased finger snapping the waistband of your underwear“Just tell me how bad you want this cock sweetheart. How you are soaking through your panties right now just thinking about it.” He continued hand very steadily moving closer to what you knew was going to be a pool of liquid between your legs. “And I will rock your world.” He promised biting hard at your collarbone just as his fingers met your clothed center, accompanied by a loud moan involuntarily filling the room. “Would you look at that?” He brought his glistening fingers up in front of your face, but you remained quiet chewing on your lips. “Oh so that’s how we’re gonna be today?” He raised an eyebrow before backing away from you, “you can get yourself ready then, or you’re not getting any.” He commanded.
“No, wait I’m sorry come-“ You started to reach for him but he leaned farther away.
“Your choice.” He smiled widely at you.
“Whatever, fine.” You pouted, you could certainly make this as torturous for him as it was for you. Slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Oh hey you weren’t kidding, they are soaked.” You laughed, jokingly before throwing them at Kelly’s face. Spreading your legs wide for him to see fingers grasping your nipples first rolling them between your thumb and forefingers. Hips rolling at the feeling that warmed your body. Bringing your hand up to your mouth you made a show of your lips sucking two of your fingers, tongue circling around them humming a small moan that could still be clearly heard in the room. Hand trailing leisurely down your body. You could hear Kelly’s breath hitching as your hand connected with your center purposely moaning loudly enough to fill the apartment putting pressure against your clit. Finger teasingly sliding across your own entrance before circling it again. You could feel the juices starting to drip down your legs, getting impossibly wetter at Kelly’s dark eyes watching your every move. “Oh god.” You groaned, pushing in a single finger thrusting your finger up towards your stomach. Giving more attention to your clit before adding a second finger. “Yes, fuck yes.” You breathed hips pushing down towards your palm when you curled your fingers towards your g-spot already wishing it was Kelly’s dick.
“That’s it baby, play with your wet little pussy so daddy can watch. Such a pretty cunt.” Kelly praised. You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed shut until you had opened them met with the sight of Kelly’s hand lazily stroking his fully hard shaft.
“Daddy..please.” You begged.
“What do you want sweetheart? Tell me.” He ordered eyes locked with yours.
“You to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk for days.” You whined hips still desperately moving with your hand. Kelly appeared back on top of you in seconds.
“Daddy’s ready to take such a long sexually frustrating day out on your perfect little cunt.” He teased nipping your earlobe as he lightly rubbed the tip of his dick between your folds. Slowly pushing his hips forward, your pussy immediately taking him in. “God baby you’re so fucking tight. How can you be this fucking wet and still so tight?” He growled, breaths coming out heavier as he continued to move forward waiting for you to loosen up for him. Focusing on the smell of him so close to you, the quiet little growls, the warmth of his body right against you had you relaxing quickly the pain of the intrusion subsiding within seconds.
“Move Kelly.” You encouraged him, digging the heels of your feet into the bottom of his back trying to pull him even deeper.
“Ah ah ah,” Kelly grabbed ahold of your hands pinning them above your head, “you’re here for daddy’s pleasure right now kitten.” He reminded you with a slow roll of his hips causing you to whimper. His hips moving in slow deliberate circles before thrusting hard all the way in you.
“Fuck!” You screamed, head falling back into the pillows. Your legs falling wider apart when he started moving in a steady rhythm. Quickly finding your soft spot, knowing your body inside and out. “There.” You informed him in a mumble, starting to lose the ability to think, worse with each thrust. He had your arms pinned above your head, hips pounding against yours as hard as possible. Moans and slapping of skin echoing in the room. It was crazy how quickly he could get you where you needed to be. Knew exactly the angle his cock had to enter and exactly the right speed, but he definitely knew what he was doing. Slowly his thrusts as soon as he knew the knot began to build in your lower stomach. Bringing you to the edge numerous times.
“Kelly, I'm getting close.” You warned, whining even louder when his thrusts came to a stop. “Kelly fuck baby come on stop doing that.” You begged, legs beginning to shake at the continuous edging feeling the knot disappear from the pit stomach again and you wanted to cry.
“As soon as you learned to call me by the correct name you can finish.” He teased. Your brain was too clouded to form a decent sentence let alone control what was actually coming out of your mouth.
“God daddy I’m sorry I can’t help it. I can’t even think straight right now.” Your body was wiggling uncontrollably trying to get the friction moving again, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.
“You can and you will baby.” He ordered, slowly beginning to move again.
“Daddy please just let me cum. Please. Wanna cum around your cock so bad.” You begged, likely incoherently, but he must’ve felt bad as he moved his thumb down into to contact with your clit flicking against it in time with his thrusts.
“Ahhh holy shit yes! Daddy oh my god!” You yelled limbs locking when the pleasure exploded throughout your body. Shaking slightly, sounds flowing freely from your mouth, hands entwining with Kelly’s single hand above you. Stars were still clouding your vision when you tried to open your eyes, Kelly curling himself even closer against you, his head stuffed into your neck, groans continuously accompanying each of his breaths.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close baby girl. So fucking close. Keep clenching that pussy for daddy. Just like that.” He coached, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“I can feel you twitching babe. I can feel how close you are daddy. You gotta pull out unless you want it in me.” You warned knowing within three strokes he was gonna fill you otherwise trying to push away the multiple voices in your head that admitted you would love nothing more.
“That’s exactly what I want princess, daddy’s gonna flood this tight perfect little pussy with his hot thick cum.” He grunted out and sure enough three strokes later you felt his cock swell, muscles tensing below your hands before spurting numerous amounts of cum against your walls, the warmth lighting your body on fire even more, Kelly collapsed onto your body, during the short fast thrusts he used to work himself through. Loud groans falling from his lips. Sweat covered your bodies sticking between the two of you.
Finally catching his breath a few minutes later he slowly pulled out of you, mind clicking and coming back to reality, eyes widening when he saw the cum running out of you, “Oh my god. Oh fuck baby I’m so sorry. Shit!” He panicked, eyes flicking from the mound between your legs to your face causing you to giggle.
“It’s fine, Kel.” You reassured him reaching for tissues to attempt any clean up.
“I should’ve asked. I let myself get way too carried away. I'm so sorry.” He ran a hand down his face.
“Would you be okay with having a baby with me?” You asked him sincerely.
“Well...yeah of course. I love you.” He nodded his head.
“Then it’s fine. We’re both adults. We know the risks of sex. If we really wanted to avoid it I would suggest more than just the pull out method. Plus if I was really worried I could’ve stopped you.” You shrugged. “Not saying I want to actively try but it certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” You admitted, having kept your feelings on this exact subject at bay for a while.
“You want to have a baby with me?” He asked, shocked.
“Eventually.” You answered and he smiled.
“Could you imagine telling everyone you’re pregnant and we’ve actually been back together for months.” He laughed at the thought.
“Well thanks to your lack of self-control that might be a reality.” You joked, giving him a pointed look.
“On the brightside you’d get to call me daddy more.” He said winking as he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.
“Nobody would ever believe the things you say to me in bed.” You thought out loud.
“Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets.” He shrugged, winking.
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goodbye kiss | s.r.
pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: mentions of anxiety (briefly), mentions of a head injury (briefly), cursing, mentions of food/eating
a/n: this is a fluffy steve fic i've had finished for literally forever and i just never posted it bc i thought no one would read my marvel stuff hahahaha here it is. maybe there will be a part 2 to this....if anyone wants it :)
summary: Steve and Y/N are so clearly infatuated with one another, but oblivious as can be. One morning, Steve's shocking behavior may shift their relationship.
“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve and Bucky called out in sync as they barreled through the doorway of your shared home.
Every morning was practically the same; wake up at 5:00am because Bucky couldn’t be quiet if his life depended on it, start breakfast at 7:00am right as Steve and Bucky get back from their run (and pretend like you just woke up), shower at 7:40am, and start heading to the compound at 8:30am.
The consistency helped with Bucky’s anxiety, as well as your memory issues from a head injury you had sustained a while back on a mission.
Steve was just Steve, and he ran a ship tighter than his ass and his workout shirts that you knew for a fact ripped after their third or fourth wear.
The three of you worked and lived together, mostly in tandem, but occasionally something would happen that derailed the balanced home life you all strived for. It was usually minor; ‘accidentally’ eating someone’s leftovers, leaving dirty dishes in the sink, playing music too loud at night, etc.
But sometimes…sometimes it was the way Steve looked at you across the dinner table that made you nervous around him for days. Sometimes it was the way your fingers found their way into his sandy blonde hair after a stressful week. Once, about a month ago, it was because he walked into the bathroom not knowing you were taking a bath. And most recently, it was the casual comment made by Bucky about how he was sick and tired of you and Steve dancing around your feelings for one another like “the fuckers in the Russian Ballet”.
Eventually, the awkward period would fade away and things would return to their normal, harmonious ways, with Bucky grumbling all the while about your cowardice.
“What do you have for us today, doll?” Bucky called out as he exited his bedroom.
“I think I have a cold so you and Steve are getting scrambled eggs and toast because it requires minimal effort. Also, we’re now out of eggs. And bread.”
“I just bought three cartons and a loaf two days ago,” Bucky groaned as he slumped against the counter.
“You and your buddy Steven consume a carton each so either eat less or shop more. Take your pick, Barnes.”
He walked behind you and snatched the spatula from your hand, scooping some eggs into his mouth with a cheeky grin.
“I choose to shop more.”
You quickly grabbed the spatula back and shooed him away before he turned your pristine kitchen into a crumb filled nightmare.
“Steve,” you shouted indignantly, “breakfast is ready and I do not have time for your slow ass today.”
Bucky grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, and immediately after, a loud crash echoed from across the house. Bucky shrugged his shoulders in response, pretending to be unaware of whatever could have caused Steve to wreak accidental havoc so early in the morning. It certainly was not his whispered comment, loud enough for only a super soldier’s ears, about how you surely had time for anything to do with Steve’s ass.
“Sorry, sorry,” Steve huffed as he shuffled out of his room.
“What the hell happened in there?”
“I, uh, mis-stepped and tripped over my bed frame, no big deal.”
You rolled your eyes playfully and graciously stepped away from the stove, accepting Steve’s good morning hug and forehead kiss with a dopey smile.
A strangled gag interrupted your precious moment, and you shot daggers at Bucky while he shoveled his breakfast into his mouth like he was starved.
“Sorry, egg must have went down the wrong pipe. Continue your love fest.”
“It’s not a love fest, Buck,” Steve mumbled as a heated blush crept up his neck.
“Then how come I don’t get tender hugs and forehead kisses every morning?”
“Because you don’t cook me breakfast and Y/N is much more kissable.”
Steve froze while Bucky, the cheeky bastard, chuckled into his perfectly buttered toast. You quickly composed yourself and patted Steve reassuringly on the back, laughing along with Bucky.
“I wouldn’t want to kiss Bucky’s ugly mug either, Rogers.”
The rest of breakfast was silent; the sounds of clinking forks and satisfied sighs seemed like exploding C4 and gusts of wind in the cozy kitchen. After finishing your breakfast of hot tea with lemon and honey, you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed. Before, you felt that it was just a little cold, but the longer you were upright and moving around, the more sick you felt.
“We don’t have anything important planned today, do we?” You asked while hobbling towards the couch.
“Not that I know of, are you alright, doll?” Steve inquired, concern evident in his eyes.
“It’s probably just a head cold but will you tell Stark I’m calling in sick today? I don’t even have the energy to send him a text right now. Plus, I don’t want to deal with him telling me this wouldn’t happen if I took his prototype horse pill, super food vitamins.”
“I’ll let him know,” Steve mumbled affectionately as he draped a blanket over your shivering frame.
In a matter of minutes, he and Bucky were headed out the door; Steve with his briefcase and Bucky with his reusable grocery bag he deemed secure enough for sensitive documents.
When the door shut, you closed your eyes, relishing in the quiet, empty space you would have to yourself for the next 9 hours, until a sharp ringtone pierced your eardrums and ignited a monstrous headache.
Steve’s phone buzzed upon the kitchen table and you groaned; his forgetfulness never ceased to amaze you. You dashed across the room, hoping and praying that he and Bucky hadn’t already driven away. After flinging open the door to your house, you crashed directly into what you knew to be Steve Rogers’s insanely muscular chest.
“I forgot my….” He trailed off, noticing that you had it in your hand while simultaneously taking note of the annoyed expression on your face.
“You’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached to your shoulders, Steven. I feel incredibly overworked and under appreciated looking after you.”
He threw his head back and laughed, the sound momentarily easing the pounding headache behind your eyes.
“You’re definitely not under appreciated doll,” Steve murmured as he took his phone from your outstretched hand. “Don’t forget to take some cold medicine, it’s in the hall bathroom cabinet behind Bucky’s aftershave. I’ll bring home some soup and a movie.”
Before you could thank him, he dipped his head and captured your lips in a delicate kiss. However, all too soon, he backed away with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
“Did you just…” you gasped.
“I’ll see you tonight, bye!” He shouted before taking off in a sprint and bounding down the front porch steps.
You watched him from the window as he awkwardly ran back to his car. Just before he opened the door, he turned around and locked eyes with you. You blew him a kiss, as dramatically as you could, and smiled as he laughed and ducked into the driver’s seat.
The sensation of vibrating pulled your attention away from Steve and you reached into your pocket for your phone, swiping across the new text message.
From: Bucky Barnes
I. Saw. Everything.
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stuck with you (through bright and blue)
Prompts: Protective
Word Count: 4,400
Characters: The squad
Timeline: Pre-movie movie!verse
Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, Toxic Friendship
Summary: Kai only wants two things: to protect Lloyd, and to give him the best birthday ever. Unfortunately, Lloyd seems hell-bent on making that as difficult as possible. Kai’s always prided himself on achieving the impossible, but dealing with human emotions is much more complicated than beating up Garmadon’s generals or shooting enemies with fire, as he quickly learns. Movie!verse
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“Woah, it looks like a massacre in here.”
At the sound of Cole’s voice, Kai, Jay, Lloyd, and Zane looked up from the map they had sprawled out across the table. Red pen was everywhere, circling different buildings and connecting them with lines.
“We’re having trouble finding a venue for Lloyd’s party,” Zane explained.
Nya rolled her eyes. “It’s not that hard! Just pick somewhere!” She held a hand out, shaking her phone. “We have five days until his birthday. Most places require at least that many to book a reservation. If we don’t decide today, we’ll have nowhere to go.”
“We can’t just pick anywhere,” Kai insisted. “It has to be perfect!”
“Why don’t we just go to the arcade?”
“It’s always so busy there.”
“It’s a Wednesday night! How many people are going to be there?”
“Trust me,” Jay said, “It’s still busy. It always is.”
Cole peered at the map. “Why’d you cross off the movie theater? Isn’t there a new Starfarer movie Lloyd’s been wanting to see?”
Kai shook his head. “Tickets sold out in like five hours. By the time school was over and we got over there, they were all gone.”
Jay frowned, running his fingers along one of the major streets. “What’s your favorite restaurant, Lloyd?”
“A restaurant? Are you serious?” Cole laughed. “We’d get kicked out in ten minutes.”
“Why can’t we just do it at my place?” Lloyd murmured. “I don’t need anything big deal.”
Kai frowned. “Your apartment isn’t that big, Lloyd. And I don’t want to bother your mom with all the decorations and stuff.”
Lloyd shrugged, looking down. “It doesn’t need to be big.”
“If you really want something simple,” Nya said, “why don’t we just do it at the warehouse? It’ll just be us, but there’s lots of space.”
Zane nodded. “That space would suffice. We would just have to ask Master Wu.”
“That is, if you’re certain that’s what you want.” Nya looked at Lloyd closely. “You sure you don’t want to do anything else?”
Lloyd nodded.
“Positive, bud?” Kai pushed. “Because it’s your birthday. We don’t mind at all.”
“I’m fine,” Lloyd insisted, getting to his feet. “It’s just another day on the calendar. Don’t make such a big fuss.”
The ninja fell silent.
“Lloyd,” Nya murmured, “it is a big deal to us.”
“Sorry. I’m just tired. And I’ve got homework. I should go.”
“Lloyd, wait-”
The green ninja pulled away from Kai’s outstretched hand. “I’m fine, Kai. I just have to go. Call me if you need anything.”
---
When they went back to school on Monday, their teachers loaded them with assignments, and Kai didn’t have a spare minute to talk to Lloyd in their shared classes. He couldn’t even talk at lunch because Lloyd had to make up a test. He kept his eyes peeled for his friend every time he was in the hallways, but if there was one thing Lloyd was good at, it was not being seen.
At the end of the school day, Nya texted him to meet up near their lockers. He got there and found her huddled around her locker with Cole, Jay, and Zane.
Kai walked over to them. “What’s going on? Where’s Lloyd?”
“He said he’d catch up with us later, which is why now is the perfect time for party preparation,” Jay said, gesturing towards Nya, who had a fiercely determined look on her face and was tightly clutching a clipboard. “Apparently she’s been waiting her whole life for this.”
“Alright.” Nya looked up from her clipboard. “I’ve already got streamers and gift wrap at home. What about you guys?”
“I’ve got a banner ordered with his name on it,” Cole said. “And of course, the shark tablecloths-”
Jay blinked. “Sharks?”
“Yeah. He loves sharks.”
“No, no, no, you’ve got it all wrong! We’re getting the dragon ones! He loves dragons!”
“Well, yeah, duh, but he’d obviously like the shark one better.”
“Are you kidding? Sharks would remind him of his dad’s mechs!���
“Yeah, well, dragons remind him of his mech, which also reminds him of fighting his dad.”
“Totally not the same, plus dragons are way cooler-”
“Okay, we’re going with the Starfarer ones, then,” Nya grumbled. “What about balloons? Who’s covering-”
“I have balloons,” Zane interrupted. “Two hundred and seventy-five of them.”
They gawked at him.
“Zane… why do you have so many balloons just lying around?” Jay asked.
“They are new! In the package! I can blow them up for Lloyd’s birthday party-”
“Shhhhh!” Four pairs of hands immediately pushed over his mouth, silencing him, even though they were the only ones in the very empty hallway.
“No one can find out,” Cole insisted. “This is Lloyd’s special day. We’re not about to let anyone ruin it.”
“Okay, so Zane’s got the balloons.” Nya ticked another item off the list. “What about the cake? I have most of the ingredients to make one at home, but I’m completely lacking the baking skills.”
Cole nodded. “I can bake a cake. What’s his favorite kind?”
“Lloyd likes that Funfetti one,” Kai murmured.
Cole’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not baking a box mix. I can get him the rainbow sprinkles, though, and make a homemade one.”
“Okay, sounds good. Jay, could you pick up some confetti before his birthday? And Zane, we need some fun paper plates.”
“Zane, you should get shark ones.”
“No, dragons!”
“Zane will pick out whichever plates he likes,” Nya snapped.
“What about gifts?” Jay asked. “What are you guys getting?”
“I’m not telling you,” Nya yelped. “I have the best gift ever and I don’t want you stealing any ideas.”
“I’ve been setting aside pieces of my allowance for a month,” Cole grinned. “It’s gonna be sweet.”
Jay blinked at him expectantly, and Cole smirked. “I’m not telling you, either, blabbermouth.”
“Blabbermouth?” he yelped. “I can keep secrets perfectly fine, thank you.”
“Oh yeah? What about that time you nearly gave away all of our ninja identities?”
“Or-” Zane added, “when he and Lloyd were working on those surprise mech upgrades and he accidentally said something in front of Kai and Nya?”
“Oh, remember when he spoiled the finale of Cole’s favorite show?” Nya grinned. “Cole was pissed.”
“Okay, okay, so there were a few times,” Jay spluttered. “But those were a while ago! I have many more secrets that I have kept than I haven’t.”
Cole crossed his arms, smirking. “Name one.”
“Well, there was that one time, where I- hey!” He stopped, glaring at Cole. “You’re trying to trick me into telling you a secret!”
“And it very nearly worked. So no. You can’t know.”
Nya shrugged. “Sorry, Jay. He’s right. When you have a secret, you get nervous. And when you’re nervous, you talk. A lot. It would only be a matter of time before you spilled everything to Lloyd.”
“Fine,” Jay muttered. “Keep your secrets.”
Kai jumped slightly as Nya elbowed him, and she frowned. “You okay? You’ve been really quiet.”
Kai shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Is it just me, or… did Lloyd seem like he doesn’t really want a birthday party?”
The others went quiet.
“We’re not going to not give him a party,” Nya insisted. “You know how he gets. He never wants anyone to make a fuss.” Her brow furrowed. “It’s like he still can’t get it into his skull that we care about him.”
“I mean, of course I want to, it’s just… we can’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want.” Kai bit his lip. “It’s been a rough past few months for him. I just want him to be happy.”
“We all do,” Cole agreed. “Lloyd deserves a night just about him, for once.”
Zane frowned. “But how are we supposed to give him the party that he wants if he won’t tell us what he wants?”
“Let me try to talk to him,” Kai said. “He might open up more if it’s just one of us there.”
---
Lloyd, in fact, did not want to talk.
He was more open during their classes the next day, and held casual conversation with him, but forcefully avoided the topic of his birthday whenever Kai brought it up.
He huffed with frustration. What kind of kid didn’t want to celebrate their birthday? He wished Lloyd would just tell him what was going on.
He wasn’t going to, though, so naturally, the next best thing was to follow him.
He wouldn’t call it spying- just finding another way of obtaining information when Lloyd refused to give it himself. Besides, he was doing this to help Lloyd, not to hurt him.
Kai jerked himself out of his thoughts as Lloyd nearly slipped from his view. He gritted his teeth, refocusing on him. Lloyd wasn’t an easy person to follow, either.
When he finally caught up to him, keeping a reasonable distance, of course, Lloyd was hovering near his locker. An unfamiliar, dark-haired kid was leaning against it, laughing at something as Lloyd smiled uneasily. Kai edged closer, his frown deepening.
“Where’s the spike head? And the rest of your gang?”
“Kai?” Lloyd shifted. “I dunno. He probably had homework and stuff to do.”
The guy shrugged. “I kind of found him annoying, anyway. You realize no one could ever get to you when your friends were around, right?”
“I guess that’s… kind of the point.”
“You can’t spend your whole life letting them protect you. If you block out any person who hurts you, you block out anyone who could potentially be a friend, too.” The guy smiled in a way that made Kai wanted to chuck himself between Lloyd and the guy.
“That’s… that’s the thing. No one wants to be nice to me.”
“Spare me the sob story,” the guy rolled his eyes. “I know your dad sucks, but at least you have one.”
Lloyd flinched. “Sorry.”
The guy laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder and shoving him. “Stop being so jumpy, will ya? No wonder kids pick on you, you’re as harmless as a flea.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Lloyd blinked. “I can’t hit them back, or I’ll be in more trouble than I already am.”
“You don’t need to hit them, just show them you’re not a total coward! Maybe if you actually listen to them instead of cringing away, things might change.”
“Listen to them? Are you saying they’re right?”
“What does it matter if they’re right? Look, Lloyd, you’ve already got it hard enough as it is, and you’re making everything more difficult. You’d be so much cooler if you actually hung out with important people and not the outcast-losers you’ve stationed yourself with.”
For the first time since the conversation had started, Lloyd appeared indignant. “They’re not- I mean, you’re not-”
The guy laughed. “See? You can’t even get a word out. You’re so pathetic. You don’t even need the fact that you’re Garmadon’s son to get picked on, you already got it all set up for the torment-”
Kai wasn’t aware of himself pushing forward, he just was, and suddenly he was gripping the guy by the collar of his shirt, a pair of wide, brown eyes staring fearfully up into his.
“Who do you think you are and what the hell are you doing?”
“I… um, I…” the guy swallowed, his throat running dry.
“You treating my best friend like a piece of shit?” Kai shook him. “Are you?”
“I’m sorry!” The guy squirmed. “I didn’t really mean it, we were just joking around, he says that kind of stuff to me all the time!”
“Really? Lloyd. Says that. You sure we’re talking about the same person? Because I do not take nicely to liars.”
The guy squirmed harder. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Just please let me go, I’ll never bother you again!”
Kai shot him the fiercest glare he could muster. “You better not.” He stepped back, dropping the kid, and he took off like a bullet.
Turning back to Lloyd, he saw his friend was staring at the fleeing boy with wide, disbelieving eyes, but it quickly dissipated to anger as he turned to Kai. “What the heck did you do that for?”
Kai’s eyes widened. “I was protecting you? From a bully?”
Lloyd’s eyes flashed, and Kai actually took a step back. “I don’t need you to protect me! I can fight my own battles!”
Before Kai could even say anything, Lloyd was storming down the hallway and disappearing around the corner.
Kai just stood there for a moment, in shock. What was that all about? Hadn’t he done the same thing for Lloyd a dozen times? Why would defending him ever be bad?
A buzz in his pocket interrupted his thoughts. Kai pulled out his phone to see a new message in the chat from his sister.
irondragonfangirl: how r things going with lloyd
MasterofFiyaaaaa: honestly? i think i made it worse
irondragonfangirl: well u better find a way to fix it soon because his bday’s TOMORROW
MasterofFiyaaaaa: yeah i’ll find a way through to him
MasterofFiyaaaaa: i just hope he listens
irondragonfangirl: don’t worry
irondragonfangirl: he will
irondragonfangirl: just make sure u remember to listen to him too
irondragonfangirl: i have a feeling we haven’t been doing that enough
irondragonfangirl: i feel terrible
MasterofFiyaaaaa: yeah me too
MasterofFiyaaaaa: we’ll make it up to him though
MasterofFiyaaaaa: right?
irondragonfangirl: sure as long as cole doesn’t burn this cake
irondragonfangirl: seriously y did we let him bake it
irondragonfangirl: if i dont respond in the next hour just assume his house burnt down and im dead
MasterofFiyaaaaa: can i have your motorcycle if you die
irondragonfangirl: shut up
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Kai spent an hour looking for Lloyd after their confrontation, but he couldn’t find him anywhere, and Lloyd, unsurprisingly, hadn’t answered any of the twenty-some texts Kai had sent him, either. Eventually, he had to give up looking for him and resigned to speaking to him at school tomorrow.
His birthday.
In the first class they had together, Lloyd avoided looking at him, and Kai felt an ache in his chest. Today was his birthday. He knew things weren’t going to turn out like he had imagined, but he wanted them to at least be better than this.
Swallowing back his nerves, Kai walked over to him, where he was doodling something in his notebook.
Kai cleared his throat. “Um. Lloyd?”
Lloyd looked up, an expression flashing across his face that Kai couldn’t read, but he didn’t immediately leave or turn away from him, which Kai took as a good sign.
“Happy birthday, dude.”
Lloyd smiled tentatively back. “Thanks.”
Things didn’t go immediately back to normal after that- there was still a tension between them, and Lloyd wasn’t saying much more than a couple sentences at a time, firmly avoiding the topic of the previous day- but at least it was back to a level where Kai didn’t feel absolutely horrible for ruining his day. Lunch, at least, got a smile out of him- as well as a bunch of embarrassed blushing as Nya stabbed a candle into his brownie (they couldn’t actually light it, lighters weren’t allowed on campus) and they insisted on singing to him so off-key that Cole looked like he wanted to punch them.
When the last bell finally rang, Kai headed over to Lloyd’s locker, hoping they could talk now that there weren’t other kids around, but he wasn’t there.
Kai relented, pulling out his phone.
MasterofFiyaaaaa: Lloyd? i know youre upset but can we plz talk?
He held his breath, staring at the screen intensely, as if that would make Lloyd respond.
While he was waiting, a message from a group chat popped up.
irondragonfangirl: what’s taking so long jay, we need those decorations
jaybird123: eta 5 mins
jaybird123: i literally just left class how’d you get there so fast
jaybird123: wait you didn’t use the tunnels did you
irondragonfangirl: no me and cole are bringing the CAKE remember?
irondragonfangirl: im not taking that through the tunnel
irondragonfangirl: we didnt spend 3 hrs on that for it to get squished
irondragonfangirl: i told the nurse i wasn’t feeling well so i could go home early
irondragonfangirl: why didnt YOU take them
jaybird123: i couldn’t exactly discreetly smuggle all these decorations into my locker
jaybird123: mmm cake. is it good?
irondragonfangirl: don’t even THINK about it, that’s not until Lloyd gets here
jaybird123: but im hungryyyy
jaybird123: do i need to pick up anything for dinner?
rock’n’cole: nah it’s cool, we just found out lloyd’s favorite chinese restaurant, the Bamboo Dragon, delivers so we’re gonna order from there
jaybird123: my mouth is watering already
ZaneJulien:0xD;): Jay, you shouldn’t text while driving.
jaybird123: tell nya to get off my case then!
irondragonfangirl: exCUSE me zane you are supposed to be putting up those balloons right now why are YOU on your phone
ZaneJulien:0xD;): Why are you texting me? We are in the same room.
irondragonfangirl: why are YOU texting ME
rock’n’cole: would you guys just stop being dumb and come help me
irondragonfangirl: great now you got cole in on it too
rock’n’cole: would you two just GET OFF YOUR PHONES
Kai was interrupted from whatever turn the conversation was going to take next when he finally got another notification.
thegreendragon: ok. you know where i’ll be
Kai blinked, turning towards the doors and pushing through them, walking out onto the school lawn. The main feature was the football stadium, although there were other things as well- large trees, garden patches for the science classes, picnic tables for eating lunch outside, if the weather permitted. And- although the students were too old for recess, now- there was still a small swing set- a simple, rusty thing, with only two swings, but it served its purpose. Sitting on one of them, gently rocking, was Lloyd.
Kai made his way over, sitting down beside him in the other swing.
“So, uh… can we talk? About yesterday?”
Lloyd nodded, and Kai titled his head at him, trying to gauge his thoughts. “Who was that kid?”
Lloyd breathed out slowly. “His name is Brad. He was my best- and only- friend in elementary school, but we were separated when I moved away. Brad’s family just recently moved to Ninjago City, and I… I was hoping to reconnect with him.”
Kai ignored the twinge of jealousy at the words “best friends.” Lloyd was allowed to have other people than him in his life, and things had obviously changed since then, anyway.
“I’m sorry, Lloyd. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but from what I saw… Brad was being a jerk to you.”
Lloyd shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I… he’s changed since we were kids. The efforts at rekindling our friendship honestly aren’t going so well. That’s… that’s why I was in a bad mood. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You were only trying to do something nice for me.”
“Don’t worry about me. But this Brad kid… anyone who treats you like that doesn’t deserve to be your friend.”
“I know, I just…” Lloyd sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I was so eager to make a friend other than you guys…” His eyes widened as he processed his own words. “Not there’s anything wrong with you guys, it’s just- I just wanted to actually earn someone who wasn’t friends with me because of a shared occupation.”
Kai elbowed him. “Hey. This whole ninja thing may be what got us introduced to each other, but we’re not friends with you because you’re one of the ninja. We’re your friends because we love you as a person. As Lloyd, not the green ninja.”
Lloyd sniffed, giving him a soft smile. “Thanks, Kai. I’m glad I have you to protect me.”
“You don’t need protection, but you’re stuck with me as a best friend, so you’re going to get it, anyway.”
Lloyd laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
His phone buzzed, and he quickly checked it.
irondragonfangirl: the party’s all set up, now the only thing missing is lloyd. did you get to talk to him?
MasterofFiyaaaaa: yeah, we’re cool now. on our way
Kai turned back to Lloyd. “C’mon, green machine. Let’s go enjoy your birthday.”
Lloyd blinked at him. “Huh?”
“Your party, remember? The one Nya and the guys have spent the whole week planning? Or is there some other celebration I don’t know about?”
Lloyd shook his head. “No, no, it’s just- I thought I messed it all up.”
“Don’t worry, we got it under control.”
“Really?”
“This is our teammates you’re talking about! Stubborn as mules. They’re not giving up on you that easily.”
“I… thank you. Thank you guys.”
“You can tell them yourself. We’re going to this party, and we’re going to have fun!”
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Kai had to admit, he was impressed with what the others had been able to pull off in such a short amount of time.
It was nothing huge or extravagant, but it was a nice little party, and Lloyd seemed to like it better like that, anyway.
They were barely through the doors of the warehouse when Jay was launching himself into Lloyd’s arms, pulling him into a tight hug, the others close behind.
“Happy birthday!” they cheered.
Lloyd hugged them back, laughing. “Thanks, guys, I didn’t- I didn’t expect all this!”
“Are you kidding?” Nya put her hands on her hips, grinning. “We’re pulling out all the stops for our baby bro.”
Lloyd’s smile briefly flickered to a scowl. “I’m not a baby.”
“To us, you always will be,” Kai said, slinging an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair. Lloyd squirmed away, although he was unable to hide the grin on his face.
“Wow, this place really looks different.” Lloyd gazed around at the warehouse with wide eyes. They had pushed aside training equipment to make room for tables and chairs, and green and gold streamers decorated the walls, adorned by multicolored balloons. Someone had plugged a gaming console into the TV, as well as a DVD player next to a box of DVDs- which must’ve been Jay’s, he was the only person Kai knew, apart from Master Wu, who even had DVDs anymore- because Kai still hadn’t been able to convince Master Wu to buy them Netflix on the warehouse’s TV, getting the TV there in the first place had been hard enough as it was. On the far end was a buffet table, filled with rice, chicken, dumplings, and other Chinese staples from the Bamboo Dragon- as well as a beautiful, heavily frosted cake in the center of it all. It was decorated with rainbow sprinkles, making it completely and uniquely Lloyd.
Lloyd’s eyes were on the cake too, his eyes wide. “Cole! It looks amazing! I never knew you were so good at making cakes!”
Cole shrugged, trying to hide his smile. “I’ve had some experience.”
“Hey! What makes you think Cole made it?” Nya sniffed.
Cole blinked. “I did.”
“Well, I helped.”
Cole snorted. “Don’t know if you could call it that. From my point of view, it seems like I was doing most of the work while you were busy texting your boo.”
Both Nya and Jay turned scarlet.
“I was not,” Nya spluttered. “I was making preparations for Lloyd’s party!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to tell yourself.”
“Let’s not jump to conclusions too hastily,” Jay said, turning to walk over to the cake. “The true judge of quality will be how good it tastes.”
Nya stuck an arm in front of him. “Not so fast, mister! Dinner first.”
After laughing, playing games, and eating, they insisted on opening presents. Lloyd was all smiles and gratitude with each one, which ended up sparking a debate between the others about whose gift he liked best.
“He totally loved my gift!”
“Nuh-uh! Did you see the way he smiled a little differently on mine?”
“Jay, you literally gave him a book. Why would he be excited about that?”
“Not just any book! A first edition Starfarer collector’s comic from when my parents were kids, and in mint condition, too!”
“Why would you want some dusty old comic when you could have the newest Starfarer video game?” Kai argued. “It took forever for me to find one of these, they were sold out everywhere.”
“Starfarer this, Starfarer that,” Cole sighed. “I don’t understand how he could possibly need any more Starfarer things. The record I engraved for him is way more personable and unique.”
“You guys are thinking about this all wrong! You should’ve gotten him a katana like me, something that he actually needs and uses.”
“Statistically, Lloyd spends more time drawing than any other hobby,” Zane said. “Which means my gift of an art book and new set of pencils is logically the best fit.”
“Clearly you guys all have it wrong in the head-”
“Guys, relax,” Lloyd laughed. “I loved all your gifts equally.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Jay… it means exactly what you think it means.”
“You can’t even pick one gift?”
Lloyd shook his head. “No way. These are all amazing. Thank you, guys. Really.” His gaze met Kai’s for a long beat. “For everything.”
“Of course. But, just to make things clear, you did like mine the most, right? You’re just saying you liked them equally, so that you didn’t make the others feel bad?”
Lloyd smacked his forehead as the others burst into protest again, and Kai shot him a sharp-edged grin. “I can do this all night.”
Eventually, Lloyd got them to stop bickering- the mention of cake got them all quiet pretty quickly- and after divvying it up, they went over to the couch and played the video game Kai had gotten him. He quickly lost track of time, but time didn’t matter. Even if it meant they would be tired for school the next day, seeing Lloyd like this- half sprawled over his teammates, brow scrunched in concentration as he mashed buttons on his controller, hints of frosting on his lips as he tried and failed miserably to bite back his laughter- it was worth it. He looked happier than Kai had seen him in weeks.
For that, he could even contain himself from bragging about how Lloyd obviously liked his gift best.
#ninjago#ninbingo#my fic#rosie writes#ninjago kai#lloyd garmadon#ninjago nya#jay walker#ninjago cole#ninjago zane#HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREEN BEAN#I LOVE YOU SO MUCH#XD guys i got so excited about lloyd's big day#maybe i have a bit of a problem but shhhhhhhh#hope this did him tribute#tlnm#thanks for reading!#reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!
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Hobi drabble where he's your friend and you're out dancing and things get heated 😏
Pairing: Hobi x female reader
Genre: implied smut
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: none really
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“Oh come on!” Hobi begs with a wide smile on his face, he looks so cute trying to pull you up from the bar stool. “One dance! I swear it’ll be fun!” he promises.
“Hobi.” You groan, the roll of your eyes making him smile wider. “This isn’t fair. You’re literally like a pro dancer. You want to make a fool of me?” you gesture towards yourself and he laughs loudly.
“You aren’t that bad I swear.” Hobi winks at you and you swat his shoulder. “Come on.”
You, Hobi, Jimin and Jin decided on a night out, your friends always pressuring you into going to some club you could care less for. Jin sending you a million texts throughout the work day about how you need a break, how you need something to relax you.
But a club? Not exactly what you had in mind for an evening of relaxation. You look around the club and shudder with an unimpressed expression drawn on your face…it’s hot, people are drenched in sweat and you swear you have heard this same song come on for like a fourth time tonight.
“I’ll buy you a shot if you come.” Hobi decides to bribe you, “Two shots, actually.” He nods his head, loving his own idea.
“Two?” you murmur, kind of liking where this is going. “That and tomorrow you buy me lunch.” You decide to test your luck. Hobi raises he brows at you with a smirk playing at his lips.
“Oh?” His voice dips into some deeper, something raspy making you gulp. “Fine.” He says, brightening back up. “Lunch too. Now let’s get those shots!”
You and Hobi make your way to the bar and order your drinks, the liquor getting thrown back smoothly. You take another and another. You were already tipsy but the new added liquor in your body starts taking its effect.
You aren’t sure how much time has passed but you and Hobi are on the dance floor, dancing to some pop song. You guys jump around, laughing loudly and smiling at the other. You have to keep apologizing to the people around you because you keep drunkenly bumping into them, this makes Hobi laugh with his whole body.
“Why are you so stiff?” Hobi suddenly asks…”Your hips, I mean.” He points at your lower half and you turn rosy from embarrassment.
“Stiff?” you ask, feeling shy suddenly. “I don’t know.” You shrug.
“You need to loosen up.” Hobi advices like the good friend he is.
“How?” you laugh, “I’m already drunk.”
“You just need to….here….” Hobi walks closer to you, his cologne filling the air. “Can I touch you?” he asks cautiously.
“Huh?” you look up at him and you notice how his expression has gone serious.
“Jin is right. You need to relax.” His fingers go to your waist, “Your body is giving away how stressed you are.”
You can’t help but stumble forward, leaning into his space as you stare up at him.
“I don’t know how to distress.” You admit, “But I need to. So sure, if you can help…” your eyes slide to the side and Hobi chuckles.
“Just let me lead.” He says, his fingers sliding down to your hips. He grips them tightly making you accidentally groan…he cocks a brow, his eyes shining with amusement. “You’re…sensitive.” He leans down to whisper in your ear. “Interesting.”
“Hobi…” you feel his hands guide you to rock your hips in beat with the music, his hips following, pushing himself into you.
“That’s it.” He says, his entire demeanor changing. “Try to move them a little more…yes…” he commands softly. “Try on your own now.”
You close your eyes and try to focus on the music, his hands still on your hips as you circle them. You start getting more and more into it, when you suddenly grind your hips into his, catching him off guard.
“Oh.” Hobi croaks, “Fuck.” He breathes out roughly, “You’re doing good.” He encourages you, you grind yourself against him again, making him stiffen. Are you going crazy? Are you imagining things? Or is Hobi getting a little too into this too? His hands travel all across your back like he doesn’t know where to rest them anymore. He moves in beat with the music, pushing you further into his chest.
“Do something with your hands.” he tells you.
You gaze into his eyes as the music intoxicates you. Your hands glide up your sides until you are tangling them in your hair, your eyes closing as you become more and more involved in this dance.
Hobi watches you with dark eyes, his body going tense as he eyes you carefully. Have you always been this fucking hot? He’s aware you’re beautiful but hot? Like this?
“y/n…” his raspy voice is at your ear, his lips tickling your skin. “Turn around for me.” He doesn’t ask, he tells.
You turn in his embrace and push your ass back into him, his crotch surging forward when he feels you. You aren’t going crazy. You aren’t imagining this. He’s into this too. You can feel it. Quite literally. His growing bulge snug against your ass as you circle your hips against him, the feeling so sinful.
“You’re getting better and better. The way you move is…” he releases a long breath, trying to stay composed. “Fucking sexy.” Then suddenly his lips are on your neck, you roll your head back on his shoulder giving him more access. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the music or the sudden tension between you two but you don’t care.
“Hobi…” you whine and that’s it. His hands grip at your body with more purpose now, groping you where it matters, his touch fucking electrifying.
“Mm.” you grind into his crotch harder now, swiveling your hips onto his hardening cock.
“Careful y/n.” he warns. You’ve never seen this side of Hobi before…he’s usually so bright and sweet but right now there’s something intense and demanding about him.
“Hm?” you act innocent as you turn around, your hands exploring the front of his body now. “Careful about what?” you say as you brush your fingers across his crotch.
“You have no idea what I could do to you.” He says as he rolls his head back in satisfaction. “No idea how I’d ruin you.”
“You could ruin me?” You raise a single brow, “Here?” You tease, your hands wrapping around his neck. “In front of everyone?”
“Oh y/n.” Hobi rasps out, “I will fuck you in the bathroom if I have to.”
The smirk on Jung Hoseok’s face is dangerous. He holds you close, his chest flush against yours.
“Hobi…”
“What about you needing to distress again?”
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Last Updated: 07/07/21
Thank you guys so much for all the love that you’re giving my writings. It makes me so happy to know that they’re people who enjoy reading things I write. I will be definitely adding to this masterlist, so this is not all you’ll get from me ;) - Hamida
♥ - indicates fluff
✪ - indicates smut
☹ - indicates angst
Bundle Of Love ♥
Harry reflecting upon his love for Y/N.
Despite the fact that you’ve only been dating for a couple of months, he still knew you better than he knew himself. Every stir and every little sound you made in your sleep. To everyone before him they were just stirs and sounds, but for him they had a meaning. He never lets them slip without noticing. He watches your every move carefully to make sure that he makes you the happiest he possibly can and even if that is the case, he still does everything possible to make sure you’re even happier.
Call Me H ✪ ♥
You both walk straight to Harry’s hotel room because you can’t keep hands off of each other anymore. (Is a logical continuation to Stay With Me, but can be read separately.)
“You’re very sweet, Harry. There is just one problem.”
Your eyes become a bottomless well and Harry feels himself drowning in its waters. The curiosity grows in him when he hears mystery in the way the words leave your mouth.
“What problem?” He whispers innocently, his eyes darting at you.
“I really want to fuck you.”
City Lights ♥
Harry asks you a very important question as you drive through the streets of Rome.
The hand wrapped around your side, carefully going in circles, the repeating motions slowly soothing your anxiety.
Harry lowered his head and his lips touched the top of your ears. The warm breath created vibrations against your skin and sent a charge of electricity through your body.
I really love you.
Daddy ✪
Harry wins a Grammy. You weren’t able to be there. Or were you?
“Aren’t you coming in?” Harry asked Jeff as he exited the car, his hand wrapped under his new Grammy.
“I’m not. Enjoy the night, man. You deserve it.” Jeff spoke weirdly as he closed the door behind Harry and waved at him with a suspicious smile on his face.
“Enjoy my night? Don’t you want to come in and drink with me a bit befo-” Harry spoke as he watched the car with Jeff in it drive off.
Egocentric ♥ ☹
Memories of a fight with Harry overflow you, as you wander around the house and end up playing Fine Line on vinyl.
As the first few seconds of the song echoed through the room, I found myself being dragged into a different atmosphere. The one my mental state wouldn’t let me go in without crying.
All of the insecurities and doubts, that I have been overflown with, came over me and dragged me down with them.
Fireflies ♥
Harry has been acting weird for a couple of weeks, but when y/n finally finds out the truth, it’s far from what she assumed.
“Harry, what’s behind your back?” You asked straightforwardly.
He looked uncomfortable and seemed to have been taken aback by your question.
“It’s um-” He brought his hands forward. They held a black folder visibly full of papers. “It’s m’folder with song ideas.” He seemed unsure of the statement himself, but you put the blame on the fact, that he was left dumbfounded by your actions. What was that about though?
Flower Field ♥
Harry accidentally breaks his favorite guitar, which makes it an obvious choice of a present for his upcoming birthday.
“Is it small enough for me to carry it around?” Harry tried his best to guess what exactly you were getting him. He’d been like this since the early morning when you wouldn’t tell him what you’ve gotten for him.
“It’s not small, but you can carry it around.” It was the first question, for which your answer wasn’t exactly a “no”, so Harry smiled, thinking he’s finally onto something. The party took place in a closed down restaurant that you all would go to once in a while. There weren’t many guests. Just the closest friends. “Knowing Harry, it’s probably hundreds of people.” You thought.
Full Of You ✪
It’s your birthday and Harry has an idea of a birthday present.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Harry’s hold tightening around your body and his face snuggling into the crook of your neck. You whined, fighting for a couple more well-earned minutes of sleep.
“Nopies, bunny. Don’t whine at me. We have a long day ahead of us.” Harry excitedly informs you and lets his hands snake over your sides. Your boyfriend moves his mouth over to your ear and whispers this time. “It’s my love’s birthday today.”
Gucci Jumpsuit ♥
Harry pampering Y/N despite her attempts to stop him.
“They have the heels you love. The black ones, you know? They have those in pastel colours. Wouldn’t y’love that?”
“Harr-” I tried to say something in between his Ted Talk on why exactly I have to try those shoes he is talking about.
“And we could look for jeans f’you. You wanted wide leg jeans, remember?” He continued, without pausing even for a second.
Heat ✪
Your boi’s too vanilla for your liking. He refuted that tho.
As he filled you, even more tears started flowing. Your vision turned blurry and your head felt light. All you could feel was the stretch you craved so badly.
“Daddy, please fuck me.” Words leaving your mouth without a single thought in your head. You didn’t care that you’ve never got to ask him if he was actually into such things before, acting purely on instinct. All you wanted was to be filled. All you needed was the sensation of being penetrated by the man you loved.
Love On Tour ♥ ✪
Your parents are coming to meet him but you chose to keep it a secret.
“He deserves to know.” You thought. He was going to meet them today anyways. “He won’t have time to get too nervous, right?” You kept debating on whether or not you should tell him the truth.
Your brows furrowed and your lips were pressed tight together. Harry took a look down at you, and his brows creased as well.
My Princess ✪
You tag along with Harry to his Vogue shoot. The dress is definitely a turn on.
“Ah, please,” Harry whined, letting you wrap your arm around his waist holding him from running away from your wet tongue.
“Please what, baby?” You teased him further, running your nails against the wet trace along his spine.
“Please, touch me.” He begged, pushing his back against your chest in hopes that your arm would move a little lower and touch his crotch even though he knew how much you hated it when he wasn’t patient.
Rainbow Cardigan ♥ ✪
Harry loses his favorite cardigan. You learn how to knit. (Based on the JW Anderson cardigan knitting trend.)
“I cannot lose it. I can’t. What if it’s lost forever? How could I let it out of my sight?” The sight of him so genuinely saddened by the situation made you let out a sigh. You were full of compassion and understanding, trying to remember the last time you saw the poor cardigan. Failing to do so, you turned to your crushed boyfriend and tried to get information out of him.
Right Choice ✪
Harry has a moustache now and you want to get it sticky.
“I’m all for it, so it’s up to you.” Harry nodded and started applying the shaving cream onto his cheeks.
“Just know that you have to eat me out whenever you’re done here because I’m dripping.”
Shattered Glass ☹
You feel overwhelmed by intrusive thoughts and memories of traumatic events. Glass is shattered.
“Hm?” You let your eyes fall on his gentle and almost all-knowing expression.
“I said I know what you’re doing. You’re letting things get to you. I know you can’t stop the flow of thoughts but at least let me know what’s bothering you so I can try to help.” He spoke softly and chose every next word with care as he knew that if he picked the wrong words you would close off even more.
Stay With Me ♥
You meet Harry and fall in love to the art and architecture of Rome.
“You looked very passionate and I would love it if we could sit and discuss it maybe? I know it sounds weird coming from a stranger-” He paused.
“You bet, crazy man.” You thought to yourself and giggled softly, realizing that the possibility that this ball of nerves is a human trafficker is close to zero.
Vegan Cupcakes ☹
You and Harry have been quarantined together and he needs space.
Spending most of the spring together didn’t feel as suffocating for Harry as summer did. Your classes were over and you didn’t take a summer semester, so your time fully revolved around him. Which he liked.
In the beginning.
Until you clung on him like a koala for days and made him cuddle you all the time, which he enjoyed a lot until it became a routine. Harry couldn’t even tell you how he felt because it would hurt your feelings, so he didn’t say anything at all, keeping it all to himself.
Wooden Floor ☹ ♥
Reuniting with Harry after being apart during the quarantine made you realize something.
When I met Harry, and we started dating, I promised myself to give him space and not suffocate him with my love, for I was scared, that he would leave me like everyone before him did.
I had never been loved so much. I had never experienced what I gave people myself. The endless love and loyalty. Harry gave me his all, and I started feeling bad for not showing all of the love I had for him, and yet I still feared losing him because of my obsessive nature.
I sat at the kitchen table and scrolled through our texts with Harry.
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HOME | Charlie Gillespie
Requested by anon: "Hi! If request are open can you do a charlie imagine where him and the reader (she/her) met on a project a while back and have been friends for a while, but the reader kinda had a crappy home life so she gets overwhelmed by charlies family being so loving and perfect and she basically breaks down and feels like she doesn’t fit in and isn’t good enough for him? please and thank you so much, ur writing is amazing!!!"
PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem! reader
WARNING(s): mentions of abuse, trauma, anxiety, angst, fluff
WORDS: 2,036
SUMMARY: charlie takes co-star and girlfriend y/n home for christmas but that leads to self doubt in her (im so bad at these) [note: this takes place in 2021]
As Charlie pulls out the key from the ignition, I sigh, wringing my hands nervously. He unbuckles his seatbelt and faces me, giving me a bright, happy smile.
“My family is so excited to meet you.” He says, reaching forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
“What if they hate me?” I whisper.
My boyfriend, Charlie, and I first met on the set of Charmed – we were both in the first episode, but I left it after that due to scheduling conflicts with my other show, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I had been a part of CAOS since its first episode – I played the role of Sabrina’s cousin, Sarah Spellman.
Back then, we were just friends. After I left Charmed, we would text and call each other occasionally. Whenever we were in the same city, we would meet up – but that was hard considering we both had quite different lives. So, we didn’t think of each other as more than friends – sure I thought that he was attractive, but that’s it.
But, in 2020, after CAOS was cancelled, I got a call from the casting director of Julie and The Phantoms: she was the one who had previously cast me in CAOS, and she believed that I’d be perfect for the role of Julie’s British cousin who joins her school after her parents relocate to LA – I also play Reggie’s love interest.
I texted Charlie immediately after my manager finalized all the details for the new role. He had been excited and when shooting started in 2021, we were pretty inseparable.
After a few weeks, I had developed a major crush on him ad the rest of the cast had also picked up on that. They were also convinced that Charlie liked me (which I didn’t believe at that time but later found out that it was, indeed, true) and they used to tease us about it all the time. Finally, a couple weeks before production ended, he asked me out on a date and it’s been really, really great so far.
We’ve been dating for about nine months now and honestly, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s my home – all my life I’ve always felt lost, but I feel like I truly belong with him.
Now, he laughs. “Baby. I promise you – they already love you. My mother’s been bugging me to bring you home ever since we started dating, and you’ve already met Megan, and she loves you.”
“If you say so.” I say, still not convinced.
He grins and we get out of his car and face his childhood home. I take a deep breath, shaking off my nerves. He knocks three times on the front door, and it opens immediately after.
A petite, blonde woman steps out, with a wide smile on her face. She opens her arms as Charlie yells, “Mamacita!”
“Mon chéri. Ça fait trop longtemps!”
“Je vous ai manqué!”
I have absolutely no idea what they are saying, but the scene in front of me is so heart-warming. Charlie’s mother is genuinely happy to see her son – one can tell by the way she’s holding him, almost like he’s a little child. Charlie is quite a couple inches taller than her, but he’s nestled his face into her shoulder.
I can’t stop a grin from breaking out on my face. It’s honestly rather lovely. But I also feel a slight pang in my heart knowing that no one ever greets me like this when I go home.
They separate from each other and she squeezes his shoulders, looking at him with so much love that I have to look away. I have never seen a mother look at their child like that, with such intense love. That’s dumb, I know. Mothers are supposed to love their children. But all my mother ever looks at me with is disappointment, anger, disgust, and – you get it.
She notices me next and claps her hands. “You must be Y/N!”
“Hi, Mrs. Gillespie. It’s so nice to meet you!” I extend a hand toward her.
“Aw, come here! You’re gorgeous.”
She pulls me in for a hug too, and for a moment I’m engulfed by the smell of white musk and the feeling of warmth.
We pull apart and I smile at her, genuinely. All my anxiety has washed away.
“My son is always talking about you, about how pretty you are and –”
“Let’s go inside!” Charlie quickly cuts her off, eyes widened as I laugh.
“But I wanna know what he says!”
Mrs Gillespie winks at me as Charlie turns scarlet. “I’ll tell you when he’s gone.”
***
Another roar of laughter erupts around the dinner table.
Honestly, I’ve never seen a family like this – a family so connected, so loving. All of Charlie’s siblings – from his three older brothers to his little sister are here for Christmas Eve, and all of them are teasing each other, telling childhood stories, and just having the best time. I was, too. That was until I suddenly realized how I don’t fit in here.
Everyone here grew up completely different than I did. When I was young, about two years old – my dad left my mom and I for another woman. I haven’t seen him since – although, he sends me a postcard and some money on holidays and birthdays. He’s travelling around the world with his new wife and is apparently ‘happier than he’s ever been.’
The reason he left is because kids ‘freak’ him out and he isn’t ‘ready’ for that kind of responsibility. I mean, it wasn’t like he was fifteen when he had me: he was twenty-seven, and already married to my mother for about two years then.
Naturally, my mother blames me for her divorce. I was born out of an accidental pregnancy, so my mother made sure to remind me every day that I was unwanted, and my birth was what ‘pushed’ him to leave us. Every single day, my mother told me that I shouldn’t have been born, that I was a mistake, that I was worthless, unlovable and so, so many more horrible things. She used to drink like crazy, and if I accidentally faced her in that state, she would sometimes hit me.
Years and years of abuse and all that childhood trauma led me to develop a fear of abandonment, trust issues, intimacy issues, anxiety, and depression. Throughout school, I had been closed off, unable to form relationships and friendships with other people. I had feared anything and everything – I couldn’t even maintain eye contact with people.
Of course, when I auditioned for CAOS and moved away to LA, away from that toxic environment, I got help and turned my life around. (My mother was incredibly happy to see me go since she had married another guy and now has a family with him – so I was the only thing left that reminded her of my father.) I learnt to accept, prioritize, and love myself – but I’m still working on that, of course.
But, I know, deep down, no matter how well I am, or how happy I am – there will always be a part of me that’s broken. I’ve grown to accept that, accept the fact that I’ll always carry the trauma with me.
But Charlie doesn’t. He’s lived a good life, and he deserves someone who can give him their everything – and that’s not me.
As much as I hate to say it, I’m not good enough for him.
He senses a change in my demeanour and squeezes my hand under the table. I give him a weak smile.
***
“Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”
I look up at my boyfriend. He has a look of concern on his face as he takes a seat next to me on the couch.
I sigh into the quiet. Everyone has fallen asleep, except Charlie and I – we are seated in his living room in front of the fireplace.
“Nothing. I’m just really tired.”
“That’s not true, Y/N. You were fine throughout dinner – oh my god, it’s the ice cream, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“The pistachio ice cream that Maman made. It was weirdly bitter, eh? It’s okay, you can tell me.”
I purse my lips. “No, Charlie. The ice cream was great.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been down since desert.”
“It’s not the ice cream, babe.”
“Okay, then, what is it?”
He looks at me expectantly, and I can sense that he’s feeling anxious.
“I just – I realized that I don’t fit in.”
He furrows his brows, but before he can say anything, I start speaking again. “Charlie, you have such a loving and perfect family. And you know how I grew up. What I went through. So, you know that I’m not used to this. I’m not – I’ve never seen love like this in a family, you know. And I don’t fit in here! While your mother was being so nice to me, I kept wondering when she’s going to scream at me. Or when your father was genuinely interested in me, I kept thinking that maybe he’s trying to find a way to get rid of me. It’s just – it’s just the way I grew up, and I’ll always be like this, Char. Your family is so nice, and it shocks me, honestly. And I think that maybe it’s better if you date someone who grew up the way you did, someone who’s like you. Because I have been broken my whole life, and I don’t think that I can give you everything that you need. I don’t think I’m good enough for you. You’re the best person that I’ve ever met, and I think you should be with someone who’s worthy of you.”
I whisper the last part, and feel a teardrop fall into the space between my collarbones. I look down because I��m too afraid of what he might say.
I hear him breathe out heavily and I feel him take my hands in his.
“Don’t you ever say that.”
“But it’s true –”
“Y/N. Don’t you dare doubt yourself. You are good enough. No, you’re perfect. You’re the strongest woman I know. I completely understand why you feel what you’re feeling right now.”
He scoots closer to me and cups my cheeks in his hands. “And it’s okay. It’s okay to feel that way. It’s okay to feel shocked. That doesn’t make you a bad person, nor does it make you not good enough. In fact, it makes all the stronger – you went through so much as a kid, and still, you have space in your heart for me. You know, I never doubt the fact that you love me, ever. Because you always make me feel special, make me feel good about myself and always make sure that I’m happy. You always go out of your way to take care of me, and you always make me feel at home. I don’t want anyone other than you. I love you so much and I never, ever wanna lose you.”
I think I’m fully crying now, as Charlie continues, “It’s okay to feel that way. Take your time. But I’m never leaving you. You’re my person, and you’ll always fit in with me, baby. Always.”
“Charlie…”
I look at him properly, and I can see the pain in his eyes as a tear traces along the curve of his cheek. He sniffs, saying, “I’m sorry. I just can’t imagine being with anyone other than you.”
“Why are you so good to me?” I whisper, my throat still tight from the emotions.
“Because you deserve someone good, and I can only hope that I’m good for you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder as a sob escapes my body. “I’m so sorry, baby. So, so sorry.” I keep whispering that, while he rubs my back, saying ‘it’s okay.’
“I love you so much, Charlie. Honestly, thanks for being so good to me. You have no idea what you mean to me.”
I can feel him smile as he says, “I think I have a pretty good idea, yeah.”
***
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