#like should i be... upset i can no longer read this or just feel bad for the author
i want to vent for a moment about another trope? (idk if it’s considered one but im going to say it is) in smut that i don’t like. when the reader is giving someone a bj & their throat is basically used as a flesh light. i’ve read fics where i just had to stop in the middle of it bc it made me so uncomfortable, the fic is like “you instinctively started breathing through your mouth while his cock aggressively pushed further down your throat” & im just like … actually i don’t want to be fighting for my life while im giving head, i enjoy breathing like normal :) idk if this is making any sense but i just don’t like how aggressive most bj smuts can be
lmfao this gave me flashbacks to the first "rough deep throat" porno i ever watched... i literally remember being like "oh my god... they're abusing that woman........."
ANYWAY... rolling my eyes (not @ u, anon) because I AGREE and think this is just another way smut gets extremely disconnected from the actual... "nuance" of what it's based on (for lack of a better word lmao).
it's just so, SO... odd to be reading something that starts one way (cute, funny, smutty, WHATEVER)... only for it to become hard smex immediately without any proper... preparation.
and i'd say like... makes you wonder why deep throats are the go to... but actually, i'm not wondering lmfao. i know.
so while ofc there are exceptions and warnings and that's fine and all... often it's just... throwing random deep throating at us because the author thinks its... normal? and tbh, i have to laugh.
although honestly... i also somewhat think it's just because some people just don't know what to say to properly describe or extend their smutty scenarios, either because they've never experienced them or just want to lengthen their descriptions and don’t know how... and that is almost an entirely separate conversation LOOOL
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Whats the best kind of sex to have with aot men?
(Eren armin and connie?)
Best kind of sex with AOT men!
(Connie, Armin, Eren)
A/n: AHHH! Hey guys! It’s been almost a week :) sorry for my small hiatus, I am back! Have yall seen good girls? Well, if you have Connie is slightly inspired by Rio🤤. Ugh omg he’s so fine.
Warning: smut (ovi), Plug eren and Plug connie. perv!armin…
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Connie!; Bratty sex,
Of course connie pissed you off once again.
It was like he woke up every day and decided to be trifling.
“Fuck you. I’m done.” He was so irritating you genuinely couldn’t even have a full conversation without getting mad. “You don’t mean that ma.” of course you didn’t.
But hell you were committed to the act.
Blocking him on everything, even blocking his friends.
That obviously didn’t stop him from calling you on a text-now number. He even went as far as emailing you. (You don’t even check that shit.)
All day your phone rung and rung —never ending ear splitting ringing noise. Finally you answered hoping he would end his antics.
“Ma, I got a 3.5 just fa you. Lemme make it up to you.” His words persuaded you; unfortunately you gave in.
You nearly ran too the door after hearing a car pull into your driveway. ‘Act mad, Act mad, Act mad’ you thought to yourself as you opened the door.
There Connie stood with a bouquet of money with a small baggie in his hand. His face turned in a sly smile. “Can I come in?”
You started yelling as he closed the door behind him, although you were acting mad your feelings were real.
Connie started rolling the backwood for you while you laid in to him. He never interrupted you, letting you express your feelings.
He kept eye contact while his tongue glided over the dried leaves. You knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted a reaction—and he got one.
You sat beside him on the couch taking the blunt from his finger-tips. “You done with that attitude?” It was an act and he knew it was, but you didn’t care. “Nah.”
Connie felt so bad for his baby. He made you have this attitude? Of course he had to get rid of it for you!
Your legs were thrown over his shoulder, as he thrusted in to you “Cmon, I thought you knew better. You know attitudes don’t work wimme.” he teased you, you both knew the act wasn’t going to last long. So it was pathetic trying to keep it up.
Armin!; Sleep sex,
Armin was a night owl, always up and doing something productive. Reading, cleaning, taking pictures of you while you sleep-
Armin was confused why his key no longer worked, he was only gone for a few days yet the locks were changed.
He prevailed, as he always would. He was a little upset with you but nonetheless he was willing to talk it out.
His eyes lingered over your sleeping body for longer than they should. He kept his eye on your lace underwear, wondering if he could slip them off without waking you.
Armin tried to control himself and respect your sleeping body, but you were too beautiful to resist .
He kissed your neck trailing lower and lower…until he reached your underwear. He happily slipped them off and took all of your beauty in.
He started in awe, watching the way you face twitched as he slowly fucked himself into you.
Your soft moans got to him; he ran his finger over your nipple twisting and tugging at them.
You slowly opened your eye lids trying to grasp the sight infront of you. But you couldn’t see, something was covering your eyes. You slightly panicked slinging your head side to side.
“I’m right here baby.” Armin kissed your cheek trying to reassure you that you were okay. But it only made you tense up more feeling him inside of you.
“I changed the locks! How did you get in?” He placed his thumb over your lips, dragging them down slowly. “Why did you change the locks?” As if he didn’t know why…
“Because you’re fucking crazy! Because this is the shit you do!” you cried, but unfortunately your tears only turned him on more.
Eren!; jealous sex,
Eren wasn’t exactly happy to see you with a different guy. “You look pathetic standing next to him instead of me.” Eren thought to himself.
When Eren told you to go find someone better than him; he was just joking. He didn’t think you’d actually move on. What happened to be locked in? What happened to being forever?
Maybe you got tired of fighting and arguing with him every single night. But how could you? The make-up sex was amazing.
It pissed him off that you didn’t even notice he was there. Did you not see the fully blackened Hellcat parked outside? I mean who else would it belong too? Did your new “boyfriend” have a better car than him? No better yet, did he make you cum faster then Eren?
Eren and Connie found themselves on the couch together discussing your new man. “That’s wild, she fuckin with a different plug bro.” Connie kept instigating the whole thing. “If that was my girl, i would’ve let my gun speak for me.” & “Me personally I wouldn’t take that disrespect, you feel me?”.
Eren couldn’t possibly take that disrespect at all; of course he had to handle it. He handled it the best way he knew how.
Your phone rung on the bed side table; you watched as it vibrated against the stained wood. Unfortunately your hands were pinned against your back—so you couldn’t see who it was.
”He’s still calling you? It would be wrong for us to ignore your man.” Eren answered the face time call; he laughed at your boyfriends concerned voice. “Yeah, she ight. Wanna see?
He flipped the camera over to you, as requested. Your back was arched giving Eren the perfect view of your pussy. He made sure to give your boyfriend something to think about before he hung up.
“Sorry ma, he wanted to see his girlfriend!” Eren laughed, his tone was oozing with sarcasm. You hated that he always knew he could come back into your life regardless if you moved on. Because nobody could ever replace him.
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I luv request like these <3
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Finally Getting Help (prt. 10)
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A/N: Thank you all for the well wishes about my dog. Unfortunately he didn't make it and pass away Tuesday morning in the vet's office. I was able to get some writing done but I don't have the energy to edit. Let me know if you find any mistakes.
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Jason: hey, thanks for the gun and the tech, it's really cool.
Danny: new phone who dis 😝
Jason: I hope you haven't given too many people guns in the last couple days.
Danny: no I haven't, thanks for texting me Jason. Have you got a chance to try the gun?
Jason: not on anything moving, I've been doing some target practice to get a feel for it though. Looking forward to when I can test it on Vlad.
Danny: aww are you going to avenge my honor 🥺
Jason: if you want me too. I'll bring you his head if you want me too.
Danny: 🥰 you're so sweet. I wouldn't say no to seeing him suffer for what he's done but don't get yourself in any trouble okay? And if you do call me right away. I'll come rescue you 😘
Jason: hey I'm the one offering to protect you!
Danny: we can protect each other. And fight each other, can you come spar again soon?
Jason: I wouldn't call that sparring, more like brawling.
Danny: eh potato potato, do you want to come fight me again?
Jason: if demon brat won't kill me for it, sure. Can I take you out for dinner afterwards? I have some questions
Danny: It's a date! Just tell me when
Jason: Day after tomorrow? I have some work to take care of first.
Danny: Sounds great! And it is a date right? You don't mind that I'm going to have kids?
Jason: the kids aren't a deal breaker I promise but let's not jump the gun okay? We're going to be family through B so we don't want this to blow up in our faces. Let's hang out, take it slow, see how it goes. You need to be careful about who you let into your life now anyway, you can't just let anyone around you and the babies.
Danny: don't tell me what to do 😠 but you're right. I'm bad about rushing into things. I'm still looking forward to it.
Danny: By the way Jazz uploaded the power point she made about Liminals and Ghosts to the bat’s server thing. You have access to that right? You should read that before we meet and I can fill in the gaps.
Jason: Sounds good, I’ll have a look at it and I’m looking forward to it too. I'll be there at 5 so we can spar before dinner. Don't forget to warn B and your guard dog.
Danny: Damian is a good kid. I'll let them know.
Danny stared at his new phone Tim had given him with apprehension. The chat with Jason had gone very well, and Danny was glad he reached out but there were other people he really needed to reach out to and he was… frankly scared. Sam and Tucker were his best friends and had always been there for him but they both had tempers. Would they be mad that he hadn’t told them he was pregnant? Would they be upset he had left Amity and wasn’t planning on coming back?
He needed to reach out though, the longer he waited the harder it would be to talk to them, and things wouldn’t stay calm as they were now. Vlad would be back to cause trouble again and even though the JLD had control of the portal but he was sure his rogues would find their way through eventually. Vlad had his own portal anyway, and Danny wouldn’t put it past him to open it just to annoy Danny. Maybe try and weaken him a little so Vlad could swoop in and pick him off.
Today was quiet, he needed to take this chance. He sighed and got up off the edge of his bed where he was sitting and ducked out of his room. He didn’t want to do this alone, so he wasn’t surprised when he found himself in the library where Jazz was studying.
He sat down across from her and reached across, laying his hand, palm up on the table. Without looking up from her book she reached over and placed her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He smiled at her and took a deep breath before putting on his earbuds and sending a message in the group chat.
Danny: When you guys are ready can we call?
Jazz phone went off too and she checked it, smiled at Danny, and then silenced the chat and went back to her book. She didn’t need to be part of this call but at least she knew what he was doing.
Sam: Yes, let me just grab Tuck. He’s playing Doomed.
Danny took a deep breath and put down his phone while he waited for them to call and tried not to panic.
When the phone buzzed he jumped and reached for it, joining the call quickly.
“Hey guys,” He said, awkwardly, waving with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone.
“Hey yourself! What the heck happened Danny?! Basically the whole town joined in in chasing Vlad when we found out what he did but why did we have to find out on tv?! Why didn’t you tell us?!” Sam said, but at least she just seemed stressed, not actually angry.
“I’m sorry guys,” Danny said, wincing a little when he heard Tucker sniffling a little. “I hadn’t told anyone yet. I hadn’t even fully accepted it yet honestly.
“I still wasn’t ready to talk about it, bur Cass is really good at reading people's body language and I guess she clocked that I was carrying them by how I kept unconsciously touching my stomach. When she asked me about it it sorta broke through my denial and I broke down which started the ball rolling on… all this,” He said with a vague gesture.”
“All this is right!The justice league really brought the hammer down on Amity. They’re dismantling the GIW and really pissed at the government and basically all the adults in the town for letting this happen. And they arrested your parents!” Sam said sounding almost excited.
“Sam! That was really insensitive! They’re still his parents, what if he didn’t know!?” Tucker broke in furiously.
“No it’s alright I knew, Jazz told me. She’s here with me,” He said squeezing her hand though she wasn’t paying attention to the call.
“Okaaay so where is Here?” Tucker asked warily.
“Ya are you safe? We haven’t seen you since all this went down! Are you really with Bruce Wayne?” Sam asked sounding wary.
“Yes I am. He’s got a foster license and since his kids were the one that found out what was going on it just made sense that I’d stay here.”
“And he’s Not another Fruitloop?” Sam asked warily. “You need to be careful with these rich people you know? They’re basically all crazy!”
“Sam you’re rich,” Danny pointed out, amused.
“Ya, and? My point stands!”
“Fair enough,” Danny laughed. “But no, I did some snooping the first night I was here and it seems okay. And since he’s got close ties to the Justice League he was able to get the help we really needed, and he says he might be able to help me meet Martian Manhunter!”
“Don’t fanboy out too bad,” Tucker teased him.
“Oh ya? And what if I helped you meet Tim Drake? Would you not be just as bad,” Danny accused Tucker.
“Touche,” Tucker said. “Could you though?”
“I mean maybe? He’s my foster brother now and he seems cool. You two are my best friends, if I’m going to stay I’m sure you could come visit me and meet all of them.”
“Are you really going to stay there though? I mean once the GIW and everything is cleared out you could stay with either of us. I know my parents aren’t your biggest fans but I know they’d let you stay,” Sam said sounding worried.
“And I know my family doesn't have a ton of money but they adore you, we’d make it work,” Tucker added looking worried.
“No, guys I really appreciate the offer but… I don’t want to come back to Amity. The Justice League said they shut down the portal and I really need a fresh start I think. I think I’d rather stay here. Jazz too, she’s gonna study at Gotham U and intern at Arkham,” He said. She looked up at the mention of her name and gave him a small smile.
“I’m sorry, you guys are my best friends and I’ll miss you, but there are too many… memories in Amity you know?”
“Ya I get that,” Sam said, looking sad and distant.
“We can still call, and play Doomed together, and visit on breaks!” Tucker said, his chipper tone sounding a little forced. “We’re going to say friends!” He insisted and Danny smiled.
“Of course we will Tuck,” He promised. They might grow apart with the distance between them, but he hoped not, they really were his best friends.
“Ya, my parents will probably be thrilled about this development and want me to come over all the time. They love the Waynes,” Sam chuckled though her optimism also seemed a bit forced. Of course she was more of a pessimist, she probably thought they would drift apart, but knew Danny needed them right now.
“Soo what’s been going on in Amity since I left?” Danny asked, letting them ramble about the drama, the rumours, and the bullshit that was the bullies and everyone in the school sudden;y pretending they cared about Danny soooo much.
After they finished telling him about it there were a few beats of silence and Danny was just about to suggest they hang up when Sam spoke up again.
“So, what actually happened with Vlad? If you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but…”
“No, it’s okay. It’s not what- what you’d think. It’s superhero bullshit really. When I wouldn’t be his son he decided to try and clone me, you met Dani with an I right? She was one of the clones. But he didn’t know I was trans, and my DNA got all fucked up in the portal so none of the clones were stable. I have no idea how many he tried to make that died. But when I found out it was because he had lied to Dani and told her he needed me to stabilize her clone brothers. It was a batch of ten.
“But he lied, he didn’t actually care about stabilizing them, he was going to let them all die. I was only able to save the two that were most stable and only by taking their cores into myself. So I’m not normal pregnant, I’m ghost pregnant.
What is my life huh?” He finished, chuckling awkwardly.
“Oh fuck,” Sam said her shoulders slumping a little even as her expression went through a range of emotions. “That’s better in a way but still a whole different type of fucked up! I hope they catch him soon.”
“I hope so too but I don’t think they will,” Danny said with a shrug. “Not before he tries something else. I’m not lucky enough to be able to just move past this,” He said with a bitter little laugh.
“Well, we can still hope. And even if he does cause trouble you have more allies now! You’ve been able to handle everything else he’s thrown at you basically on your own, with the Justice League behind you I know there’s nothing you can’t handle. I mean, Vlad is kind of pathetic anyway,” Tucker encouraged making Danny smile.
“Ya, you’re right, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thanks guys,” he said fondly.
“Of course dude! We’re here for you!” Tucker said.
“It’s really good to hear from you too. Don’t be a stranger okay?” Sam said, a bit worried.
“Of course not, I’ll keep you posted I promise.” Danny assured before they said their goodbyes and he hung up.
He put down his phone and leaned back with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. Next to him Jazz chuckled and there was a soft snap as she closed her book.
“You did well little brother,” She told him, getting up from her seat she moved behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders.
“How do you know? You weren’t listening.”
“No, but you reached out to your friends and had an honest conversation which isn’t easy. You did well,” She reiterated, squeezing his shoulders.
“Well thanks Jazz. I hope that they’re right that we won’t lose touch, and I’ll be able to handle whatever Vlad does,” He grumbled.
“I’m sure we will,” Jazz promised. “And either way there’s no point in worrying about it now. Has Jason texted you yet?” She asked, giving Danny the excuse he needed to change the subject and launch into his more petty worries about the upcoming date as she sat back down to listen.
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happy birthday
miles morales x reader
request?: yes
request: “I LOVEDDD THE HC’S OMG OMG WORK OF ART!!! i was wondering if you would write something expanding on getting miles’ doodles tatted as an adult!! i would love to read more abt it, it’s so cutee”
requested by: anon
word count: 2.2k
genre: fluff
Warnings: language, tattoos, mentions of tattoos and needles, Miles is so sweet it's sick
A/N: GLADLY!! i've been itching to get a new tattoo since the minute i got my first like three years ago and writing this just made me want to get another one so bad LMAO. i hope you enjoy!
also in case you were wondering what hcs anon is talking about, it's my pda/general affection hcs i wrote for hobie and miles! you can check it out here if you haven't already and feel compelled to :)
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“Miles! Baby, can you give me a tattoo?” you ask, and he smiles. This has become a common practice in your relationship. From the time y’all were kids in love to now, you would always ask him for a tattoo. Of course, he didn’t actually give you tattoos, he just drew on your arm. He’s mentioned you, and even urged you, to get a tattoo every now and again. Especially when he offered to design them, but you always say his temporary ones are more special than any other tattoo you could get. He isn’t upset about it. He genuinely loves drawing on you. “Of course, babe. Come here,” he says, motioning you over to him as he grabs his markers he has specifically for your “tattoos.” You go over to him, sitting between his legs and extending your arm. “Can you draw it right next to the uh… elbow pit?” you say, and he laughs. “Elbow pit?”
“Yeah, like the inside of my arm and not on the bicep part or the elbow pit part, but the forearm part by the elbow pit,” you explain, pointing to the area you’re talking about. He chuckles. “Elbow pit.”
“Well, what else would it be called?” you ask, smiling, and he grins, starting to doodle on your arm. “I’ll text and ask my mom what the scientific name for it is after I’m done here,” he says, and you lean your head back against his shoulder. “Oh, god, please don’t tell her I called it an elbow pit.”
“Oh, I’m totally telling her you called it that,” he teases, placing a quick peck on your lips before returning his attention to your arm. He draws a spiderweb, of course, but in the shape of a heart. He adds his Miles touch to it by making it look like the web was spraypainted, and having it pop with black and red. You don’t even look at the tattoo as he draws it, you just stare at his face. You love watching him when he does his art. You assume it’s similar to the way his face looks when he’s swinging around the city as Spider-Man. He’s in his element, laser-focused and yet has an ease about him that mesmerizes you. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says, smirking and turning his attention to you. You feel your face heat up but roll your eyes. “Can’t, arm’s a bit preoccupied.”
“You can get creative; I have an idea. Maybe use the one I’m not drawing on?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, and he shakes his head. “What do you think, amor?” he asks, and you look. You smile. “I love it, Miles. Thank you,” you say, kissing him on the cheek. He grins, wrapping his arms around your waist as you admire his art. “What time is it?” you ask, and he glances at his phone. “11:15. Why?”
“Ganke and I are gonna go get some lunch today.”
“Should I be worried?” Miles jokes. “No, dummy. We’re just talking about… something happening soon,” you say, and a sly smile spreads across Miles’ face. “How soon?”
“I’ve said too much,” you say, trying to get up. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend is Spider-Man and can easily hold you in place. “Nuh uh, how soon is this something happening?” he looks at you with a shit-eating grin, and you roll your eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know, spider boy?”
“I would. Is it, and this is just a wild guess… something happening tomorrow? A special something happening on a very special day?” he guesses, and you sigh. “Don’t tell Ganke you found out…”
“I knew it!”
“We’re supposed to be planning your birthday party, yes. For tomorrow. On your birthday. Are you happy you spoiled it for yourself now?” you feign annoyance, and he laughs. “I am, actually. Now I know to look good for you tomorrow.” You roll your eyes. “You always look nice, Miles.”
“Only for you,” he grins at you, turning your face to look at him. The two of you share a kiss before it’s interrupted by his police scanner going off. He frowns slightly. “It’s okay, Miles. I gotta go soon anyways,” you give him a quick peck for squeezing out of his arms. He sighs. “Fine, fine. Guess I’ll go save the city. Be the best thing that ever happened to New York and all that.”
“My hero,” you joke, and he grins. “You know it,” he says, slipping his mask on and sliding his everyday clothes off. “I’ll see you later, Miles. Stay safe. Love you.”
“You stay safe, too. Love you more.” He leaps out of the window, and you make sure he’s gone before you call Ganke. “Yo, what’s up?”
“You gotta plan Miles’ birthday party tomorrow.”
“Woah, what?” You sigh. “I already have the roof of our building booked out for it, I ordered the cake already and will pick it up tomorrow and have all the decorations. You just need to invite everyone, okay?”
“You mean I have to reach out to people in different dimensions, tell them to clear their schedules for tomorrow, and hope for the best?” Ganke asks, and you hum into the phone. “Yep! Thanks, Ganke! Also, if Miles asks, we went and got lunch, okay?”
“And where are you really going?”
“I’m getting a tattoo to surprise him for his birthday tomorrow,” you say, grabbing your keys and putting some money in your pocket. You put Ganke on speaker, sending a quick text to Hobie. “You need to stop using me as a cover-up, (Y/n).”
“Who else am I supposed to use? Gwen?” you say, and Ganke sighs. “I mean, yeah, you know she would be down to help you with something like this.”
“Ganke she is so bad at keeping secrets like that, and you know it,” you say, admiring the art on your arm again. “Then use Hobie.”
“Wait that’s actually a good idea,” you say, “Especially since he’s the one giving me the tattoo.”
“AND YOU STILL USED ME?!”
“I PANICKED! He was asking questions! Just, listen, invite as many people as you can think of, alright? Please, and thank you.”
“Fine. Go get inked or whatever they say,” Ganke says. The two of you give some quick goodbyes before hanging up. You receive a reply from Hobie, and a portal opens in Miles and your bedroom. You step through it and find yourself in Hobie’s flat. “Can I just say it’s about damn time you got one of ‘is works tattooed onto ya,” Hobie says, motioning to his couch. You sit and he gets his whole get-up ready, all the cleaning wipes and gloves and the tattoo gun all ready to go. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m getting it now and that’s what matters,” you say, and he clicks his tongue. “I can guarantee ya this is just gonna be the beginning. Kinda becomes an addiction,” he says, sitting next to you, and fiddling with his gun. “Then I guess I’ll just need to have Miles draw on me even more.” He chuckles. “Lemme see it.”
You show him the drawing, and Hobie shakes his head. “Your man is corny,” he says, and you shrug. “I like it.”
“I know,” he dips his gun in ink, and looks at you, “Ya ready?” You nod, and he begins tattooing Miles’ art onto your skin. The two of you talk the whole time, really, and you let him know about the party tomorrow. He, of course, agrees to come, and can’t wait to see Miles’ reaction. It takes a few hours, but eventually he finishes up and it looks exactly like Miles just drew it on your skin. Hobie places fake skin over it and gives you the rundown of how to take care of it. He turns away from you to put something away, and you quickly slip $100 under a pillow on the couch. You know he won’t accept any money from you because he’s ‘not a capitalist pig,’ so you have to be sneaky with it. “Thank you so much, Hobie,” you say, and he winks at you. “Anythin’ for my mate’s better ‘alf.”
He opens the portal again, and you two say bye until tomorrow. You’re back home, literally, in no time, and you quickly throw one of the hoodies Miles left lying around on. This way he won’t see the tattoo, and you can play it off like you missed him. Especially since you did kind of miss him and it is sort of a staple in your relationship that you wear his clothes when you do. That’ll make him melt and he’ll forget all about the art on your arm. And you were absolutely right.
It ended up being a late night for Spider-Man, and when he got home, he saw you curled up on the couch, sleeping with his hoodie on, and all he could think about was that you missed him. He carefully picked you up and carried you to your shared bed. You started to wake up as soon as he was getting in bed after taking a shower and cleaning up, and he began desperately trying to get you to go back to sleep. “What time is it?” you groggily ask. “It’s like 3am, (Y/n/n), I’m here now, we can go to sleep, okay?” he says, slipping into bed next to you and pulling you on top of his chest. “Happy birthday!” you sleepily say, burying your face into his chest. He smiles. “Thank you, amor. Let’s get back to sleep now, yeah?” You make a muffled mmhmm sound and are out like a light almost immediately. Miles smiles to himself, wondering how he got this lucky.
You can imagine his disappointment when he wakes up the next day and you’re not snug against his chest, but he feels better the minute he sees a little note on his chest that explains you’ll be home, you just had to go do something for him. He gets up and decided he can do his Spider-Man duties until you text him and let him know he needs to come home. It may be his birthday, but the city still needs it’s defender. So that’s exactly what he does. He cannot explain how grateful he is that none of the big bads were trying to start anything today, because if he didn’t get to see you and eat a slice of cake, he was going to scream. The day went slower than he wanted but also sped by when eventually he got a text from you saying to come home. He immediately obliges, swinging in through the window and putting on some of his nicest clothes. He walks out of your room and sees you chilling on the couch. “Miss me?” he asks, walking over and bending down to kiss your lips. You giggle. “Obviously. Hey, before we go up to the roof where there totally isn’t a party waiting for you, I wanna show you something, okay?”
“Okay,” he grins, and you grin back. “Cover your eyes.” He does as instructed, and hears you shift slightly. “Okay… open them.” He opens his eyes, and immediately sees his “tattoo” on your arm. Only it was covered in a clear wrap. And it’s real. His eyes get big, and he looks at your face. You give a small smile. “You always encouraged me to get a real tattoo, so… happy birthday.”
“Yo! It looks so good, hold up,” he gently grabs your arm and softly traces it through the saniderm. “When did you get this?”
“Yesterday.”
“You weren’t actually with Ganke, were you?”
“No, I was with Hobie,” you say, and he shakes his head. “I got a little liar on my hands, huh?”
“It wasn’t lying it was covering my ass because you ask too many damn questions,” you say, and he laughs. “I love it, (Y/n/n).” You smile and the two of you share a kiss. “We should probably get up there. Some people are waiting. Oh, and pretend like you haven’t seen it yet. Hobie wants to see your reaction.” Miles laughs. “Alright. Well, I hope he knows I’m not gonna stop drawing on you. And that he fully traced my art,” Miles says, and you shake your head. “I’m sure he knows, Miles. You really like it?”
“Like it? Baby, I told you I love it. I love you; I love this tattoo; I love that this is a birthday present from you… everything about this? I love it. I don’t even need to go up there to make the day better because all I need is you,” he says, and you smile. “Hobie was right. You’re so corny.”
“Nah, hold on, he said that? Forget everything I just said it’ll be a perfect day when I punch him.” You laugh as the two of you make your way up to the party. But the whole time, Miles keeps finding his eyes drifting to your tattoo. Something about having his art on you permanently makes his heart swell with pride and happiness. And he and Hobie were both right.
It’s not the only “tattoo” that will become real.
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picket fence | i. sae
✭ tags ; fem + afab!reader (sae jokingly refers to you as unladylike), established relationship, sae is whipped and bad at feelings, reader is very secure in themselves, p in v, very vanilla, 18+
✭ wc ; 2.2k
✭ a/n ; experiencing immense shame. will not be taking questions at this time
✭ synopsis ; you fail to seduce you boyfriend. he wonders if you’ll ever get that you dont need to try
"I'm trying to seduce you," Your voice is sarcastic as it is genuine in equal parts. Sae's expression remains impassive "Can't you at least pretend to care?"
"No," He replies back. You pout and cross your arms. Fake demure abandoned for your difficult personality, you flounce into the living room with a sigh. You're wearing lingerie. It's all lace and sheer and glittery. Not simple to put on from what he can see.
There's garters and stockings visible to the eye and you went as far as wearing the jersey he got for you in his size - cut in half to show you off. It's an admirable attempt, at least. You give him a twirl, gesturing to yourself and then groaning at his disinterest.
He smiles, corners of his lips twitched upwards as he glances at you then turns back to the T.V.
"I can't even get a compliment? Not even a fake one? C'mon,"
He gives you a look, wondering why you've even asked. You sigh, throwing your hands up in the air.
"Most guys would be thrilled by this. Do you know that? I bet Shidou would be,"
"Shidou would fuck anything warm with a hole." He says sarcastically. Even in your annoyance, you laugh. Sae smiles to himself.
"I bet Rin would give me attention," You whine.Sae looks at you seriously.
"Don't joke about fucking my little brother,"
"Who said I was joking, dickwad," You spit, your personality returning to you in the blink of an eye. Sae gives you an unimpressed look "Whatever. I'm gonna go take pictures."
"Pictures?" He inquires. You shoot him a look of annoyance.
"Yes, pictures, Itoshi-san," You say, biting and frustrated - punctuating the honorific "Pictures."
"For who?"
You frown at him.
"Well, certainly not for you." You reply, hand on your hip "For me and whatever friend will hype me up. My private story, who knows, really."
"Don't do that."
"I put too much effort into this. I'm getting some pictures in it." There's a tinge of disappointment at the end of your words, followed by the utmost sincerity "I won't send it to any dudes so you can relax or whatever. I get to pick dinner."
"Hey," He calls, then huffs as you give him a look "Stop. Come here."
Sae watches you tilt your head, confused. You're annoyed, but not upset enough to make it a big deal. You always make it clear that you expect little from Sae. The longer he dates you, the more it annoys him. It's contradictory in it's own right, hypocritical to an extent.
But he doesn't particularly care as you stand next to him, arms crossed over your chest.
"Hm?"
He reaches his hands towards you, fidgeting with the strap of your garters. The warmth of your skin radiates off of you. You smell nice, like something fruity and floral - and you're all visibly done up. He only notices when there's this much space between you.
"How much was this?"
"Expensive," You reply, simple and indifferent "I bought it."
"For me?"
Where he's expecting your usual self (sarcastic, unladylike, rude), you slink back at the question. You're embarrassed, tucking your chin and trying desperately to get a read on his feelings. A sensation he can't describe washes over him, half-way between guilt and amusement.
"Yeah. Who else?"
"Rin," He replies back easily, and you sigh.
"I'm sorry. Just jokes," You say, light-hearted. Gentle in your own way "Are you done? Or are you asking so you can pay me back since you foiled my plans?"
"You look good." He murmurs gently. Softly, quietly, with as little sarcasm as he can manage. It's uncomfortable. The words don't fit in his mouth the way they should. It's not like he's thinking anything else. You do look good. And he does know, that most guys would be thrilled if their partners put on such a get-up for them.
Sae knows it almost intimately that half of his meathead teammates would cream their pants looking at you. Because he's not blind or stupid. It doesn't mean anything to Sae except for when it does.
"You don't have to try so hard," You offer again. That's so like you. No expectations, always prepared to give him ease where he doesn't deserve it "'s fine. Thanks for saying that. I'll go change and we can watch something."
"No," He says, shaking his head. A little gentler this time "C'mere."
A flush spreads over you. He invites you into the bed and you crawl towards him, settled in his lap. He doesn't know what to do with himself.
It's not like he doesn't like it. That he's unaffected. It's just not the clothing itself. Not the lingerie or the jersey which construct themselves as just objects. Sae's desires are the way you linger in the doorway of your shared bedroom - the twirling and posing and dramatics.
The soft laughter and the brave face you put on to walk into the door. The lingerie is pretty. It cups you, hugs you in the right places. Dips between the curve of your breasts and squeezes.
None of that is particular important. Right now, you've let yourself settle in his lap. Your arms around his frame, encircled around his neck and forgiving. He can feel the heat of your core over his cock, can feel the way your eyes flit to his lips up to his gaze. Sae secures his hands on your waist, fingers hooking into a strap and snapping it against your skin.
He kisses your jaw, all the way up until you your lips hover near each other. You press your lips to his, hands brushing the nape of his hair. He deepens it just for you.
"What was'at for? You wanna have sex?"
He laughs at you. Stupid. Crass. Vulgar.
Cute.
"Do you think I'm a eunuch?"
"You act like one sometimes." You admit, with a heaving sigh - brushing your nose against his "Dunno. I feel like I want you more than you want me."
"You're really stupid."
"Sae," You pout like you don't think you'll get your way, even though you always do "You suck."
He's honest with himself for a minute "I know."
"I still love you, though."
"I love you too." He means it. For some reason it's not as hard to say. Love is an objective truth. He can say it reasonably and not flinch. Everything else is hard. You rub your cheek against his, an affectionate and overgrown housecat in his bed.
"Mm," You cling to him, hugging him to your chest "But do you like me?"
"Sometimes."
"So mean." You say with no malice "I don't wanna do any work."
"'s fine. C'mere."
Sae helps as he flips over, until you're onto your back. There's a dull glow from the T.V. illuminating you. Rain pours outside, dark and cloudy. You bat your lashes as Sae hovers over you. His hand grasps your hip, sliding up to your knee as you wrap your legs all the way around his waist.
He kisses you tenderly. You kiss back with a mewl, an innocent and fragile noise that he never gets sick of. It's this part of you Sae likes, this part that makes you want him. Despite all of your grievances and annoyance - all your unpleasantires, you are resilient in a way he has a hard time understanding.
You’re patient, despite him. Always meeting him where he is but making him want to give you more, give you everything. There's plenty of attractive people in the world. None could be you, his home-grown and lovesick toothache.
It makes him feel impatient. Breaks his cool bravado down so slightly. He kisses you again, all deep tongue until you whimper. Then he drags his lips down your neck, teeth grazing your pulse as you hiccup.
You break apart so Sae can undress you. Wiggling out of the jersey, lettng him unclasp your bra. He feels his stomach twist. You're enticing. The gentle heave of your chest, goosebumps on your skin. Sae lets his mouth speak for him, laving his tongue over each of your tits. Toying with your nipples until you gasp and roll your hips up against him.
"Sae," You moan. Sae grunts in the back of his throat "Feels good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
The posession that settles in him his strange. He's never felt for anything in this way. Soccer is different. It can't leave. If he works hard enough, he can accomplish his goals.
The idea of you going somewhere Sae can't see you is troubling. Anyone seeing you like this - falling apart as arousal sparks in your gut is agitating. Sae wants you like this. Wants you to fall apart underneath him, because of him. It's all he can do to tell you the extent of his feelings.
He touches you until you're begging him to hurry it up, too much pleasure in your voice to be intimidating. He listens. Continues to toy with your chest as he nudges your legs apart, a hand in your panties to feel you.
You're dripping, keening as he rubs your pussy. He lets himself in slowly, rubbing your clit with his middle finger before angling himself lower. Normally there's more of a build-up. Sae works all of you open slowly. With his tongue or his fingers or his mouth.
He likes seeing you need it. What part of him that speaks too, he doesn't examine. Today, it feels like the roles are inverse. He can feel all the blood rushing to his cock. His thoughts bombarded with you and all your little misgivings.
Today it's more impatient. He finger fucks you open with an end goal clear in his mind. You spread your legs a little, and Sae pushes his middle finger into in one go. There's little resistance. You're wet and welcoming, sighing so sweet in his ear until it's easy to go in and out.
"C'mon and fuck me." You open your eyes to ask him, glassy and desperate "Please?"
"You're so impatient."
"Wanna know you want me."
"You should already know that."
Sae pulls away from you, standing on his knees.
"Open your mouth."
You nod. He lets his middle fingers rest on your tongue as he uses his free hand to position you. His cock rests against your bare cunt. He pushes between your folds, head nudging your clit. You feel good. Always perfect. Always wet and hot and inviting.
He ruts his hips. You whine for him, sounding so need. A staccato to your moans that makes him ache.
"You should know how much I want you, shouldn't you," He says, a hint of frustration in it "Everybody but you seems to."
Sae pushes into you with a heave. You're tight. Warm and wet and slick - made for him just like he always knew. He groans a little as he pushes the tip in. His hands come up under your knees, folding you in half. He waits for you to stop squirming, rocking himself slowly so that it's easier to fit all of him inside.
With a little effort, he manages. His pelvis up against yours, he gets himself close to you. You moan and he gives you look.
"You don't have to do anything special for me to fuck you like this," He says. It's easy to be honest now "Anything you do is enough."
"I just wanna look nice for you." You complain - so breathless and so struck with want Sae can't even be upset.
"I know. And you do," He grunts as he pulls his hips back, pulling out before pushing all the way back in "I don't hate it. Just for me, okay?"
"You're so bad at bein' honest."
"I'm being honest right now," Sae fucks you hard. A punctuated thrust, hand snaked between your bodies to toy with your clit "Read between the lines."
If Sae were better he'd say what he thinks. That it doesn't matter what clothes you have on because he wants to fuck you within an inch of your life for much less. You do look good in the lingerie, too good, and if you send any pictures to anyone - he's going to block them. One of these days he'll be courageous and make you cum while you wear his jersery. Bounce you on his cock and whisper about what you make him do. It’s unlike him. He doesn’t get it either.
He can't verbalize all of that well, so he takes to what he knows. Takes to using his hips to fuck you hard and fast, rhythmic and deep so you can't keep up. He hopes all of it comes through, that short whispers of “fuck, that's it” do enough to get it to come across.
Sae looks on as your face twists with pleasure. Your walls twitch and you shiver in his arms, nails in his bicep as he plays with you. Fucks you to his hearts content. Your legs over his shoulder, toes curled. Your muscles tense.
"Sae, g-gonna, I'm gonna c-cum."
"Cum for me." He whispers (begs if you listen closely) and you do. You're vibrant and wanton and you've still got your stockings on as your pussy pulses needlessly, arousal dripping down his length and onto the sheets underneath you. Leaving a mess of you on the sheets.
He's not done with you yet, but he slows so you can catch your breath. You open your eyes and giggle.
"You make me feel so good." You praise, easily and naturally like you do everything else. He groans internally, at a loss for words.
Instead of saying anything, he presses a kiss to your hairline and promises.
"Gonna keep going till you get it."
You grin.
"I’ll hold you to that, sir.”
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If you ever start requests up again (if you don't thats fine lol), I'd wonder how Miguel would be with an autistic (or any neurodivergent disability) reader? Thanks regardless for the great reads you've given!
hi!! i don't have autism so please forgive any inauthenticity, but i have a frame of reference in someone close to me so I hope this is somewhat like you wanted! if you ever want to request with specific traits, please do! ty for requesting
"This is the worst thing that could've happened," Miguel says, furious.
You, sitting on the table by his workbench, glance away from your book reluctantly. Your lips part, confusion a line between your brows as you ask, "Are you making a joke?"
"It's hyperbole. I'm exaggerating."
"I thought so, but it's hard to tell. You said it very convincingly."
"Sorry," he says, glaring down at his broken doohickey. Useless plastic, useless screwdriver useless Miguel.
"Exaggerating… you're upset," you say.
Miguel is both surprised and not. He doesn't always expect you to be able to read him. Your autism complicates how you recognise emotion, but you're caring, and now you've been told an effect (exaggeration) you can identify the cause (Miguel's broken device).
"I'm frustrated," he tells you, leaning back in his chair. "I really thought this one would work."
"I think the wrong thing all of the time," you say, sympathy creeping into your tone. Some might think you're unemotional, and the reality might be true for others, even yourself when you're with unfamiliar people, but it's not true in this instance. "Maybe I can help."
Miguel scoots back his chair and you stand between his thighs, eyes roving over the fragments of his device, taking everything in. You love engineering —your involvement with the Arachno Humanoid Poly Multiverse had been, in your own words, the best thing that ever happened to you, as it dropped you head first into new technology, better technology than you ever saw on your Earth. You spend longer than you should bending over books about science undiscovered on your planet, your life a pressing of hydraulics, centrifuges, holographic projection, and magbelt machinery that Miguel loves to play.
"It's badly soldered," you say.
He winces. No punches held. "I used to be better."
"You're bad now."
You asked him a while back to let you know if you ever stepped on his toes, so to speak. Usually Miguel would leap to agitated disagreement, but you asked, and he likes you. He explains.
"Ah, that hurts my feelings," he says, without heat. "I know objectively that you're right, but people appreciate fluffing when it comes to observational critique." Miguel scoots his chair back as you turn to face him. "It's okay. I'm not mad."
"You're patient," you say, nodding. "Sorry. Fluffing… how would you say it?"
"I'd say, your soldering is a little iffy."
"It's a lot iffy."
"That's the fluffing. A white lie. No one's feelings get hurt and the problem is still identified."
You nod more. "I'm a little better at soldering. I can fix it for you."
"Nice," he says.
He stands up and squeezes your shoulder gently. Your face dips to his hand and holds it there, cheek pressed to his knuckles, a smile turning the corners of your mouth up. Miguel isn't expecting it, but he doesn't rush you.
"Can we spend time together after we fix it?" you ask.
"If we fix it."
"I can fix it," you say happily, straightening your head and freeing his hand. "I'm much better at soldering than you."
Miguel's a prideful person by instinct. He walks to the side of the workshop where he keeps the soldering iron and associated paraphernalia, throwing a quip over his shoulder, "You think you're better."
"I know I'm better," you say, sitting in his chair. "Sorry. I know a little that I'm better."
He should say, Hey, we'll work on it, but Miguel doesn't want to. He likes you just as you are, accidental insults and all.
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Can I just say that I love Satan and MC's relationship? I'll read fics (romantic or platonic) and just sit there. "Huh."
Yes! Yes! Yes! They have such an underated friendship and they're probably the most similar to each other in the family?
• They're the two newest members in the family
• Neither of them were accepted by the others in the beginning and there was a lot of friction between them and the others
• Neither of them were present in the Celestial Realm with the others and didn't live through two wars with the others
• Neither of them really knew Lilith even though she's an important part of their family
• Both of them only witnessed the past through the eyes of another (MC through Lilith and Satan through Lucifer)
• They're the only two in the family who are more or less related by blood to someone else within the family (Satan to Lucifer and MC to Lilith)
• Physically they're both pretty unique. As far as we know Satan is the only demon created from the anger of an angel. MC is blood related to someone who had the soul of an angel
• They can both be mistaken for "the normal ones" within the family but truthfully they're both just as chaotic as everyone else and are just better at hiding it
• They both like cats and reading
• They both initially had a pretty bad relationship with Lucifer and now though that relationship is better they still like getting on his nerves
• They're both social and have a lot of friends
• They're both good at cooking
• They're both hardworking and responsible when they want to be
• They both look out for the others
• They're both softer with Luke than they are normally with other people
• They're both pretty calm but when pushed to the limit they have an explosive temper - though obviously it takes a lot more to reach MC's limit and a lot less to cool them down
• They both found their perfect place within the family dynamic to the point that you can no longer imagine what it would be like without them
What I'm trying to say is they have a lot of similarities and the biggest one is being the newest members. Imagine how hard it is to be tossed into a tight knit group without your consent and to be expected to just fit in with no issues, specially when it's clear that, at least initially, the others don't want you there? Plus the fact that neither of them went through the same trauma as the others which would have helped the others bond or had to deal with the grief of losing Lilith. It would have been hard having to deal with that on your own, specially with the feeling like you're an outsided who didn't fit in, and didn't deserve to fit in because you didn't live through the same problems as the others. I imagine because of that Satan and MC would have had a lot to bond about and a lot of reason to seek each other out and lean on each other and take comfort from each other.
And we do get to see this in canon as well.
We see in S2 how supportive Satan is of MC and how much he goes out of his way to help them.
We see in S3 how much he trusts them and relies on them. How they silently sit next to each other and hold hands when Satan is upset. How he looks to them for confirmation that he isn't just Lucifer's clone, even after Lucifer himself already said he wasn't.
Also, I might be remembering this wrong, but I'm pretty sure Satan's the only one who apologised to MC for trying to kill them in S1?
We see in Nightbringer how Satan is even more isolated and out of place after only being truly alive for one year. And how much he values MC's opinion and abilities. I could actually write a whole essay on how Satan in Nightbringer seems to look up to MC - (unknowing to him, because they have experience) they seem to fit in with the others in a way that he can't, despite being newer than him, but also in a take charge + competent way that he can respect. MC's attitude probably seems like an ideal to him that he should be able to achieve. They also know how to treat him in a way that makes him feel seen and respected - they don't talk down to him or walk on eggshells around him.* So when they compliment him he takes it more to heart than when the others do and gets flustered and blushes. Their dynamic in Nightbringer really reminds me of a younger kid with a crush on their cool upper-classman.
* I worked with this kid with anger management issues who was refusing to cooperate or work with any of the others and how MC's interacting with Satan in Nightbringer is a great example of what should be done. They listen to him and take him seriously and talk naturally to him instead of talking like they're constantly trying to placate or baby him. They offer him suggestions and alternate perspectives on how to get the cat to approach him, an activity that would make him want to keep his anger under control because he'd need to be gentle to interact with the cat. All of this is something Simeon and even Luke does with Satan too.
Edit:
This is giving such sibling energy - like a little sibling (younger than 10) with an older sibling (at least late teenage years) wanting to do something new and failing and geting advice from their older sibling and being so proud of learning how to do it and wanting to impress their older sibling so they excitedly share it
Also it's killing me that in Nightbringer MC is technically older than Satan
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Set Up | Sirius Black, Remus Lupin. Pt.4
Pairings: Sirius X fem!reader Remus X fem!reader
Summary: in which you’re in love with Sirius, but he sets you up with his friend. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 5)
Word count: 2k
Warnings: mentions of insecurity, slight hints at Remus’s lycanthropy (nothing too detailed) bad communication trope.
Note: I’m only making this worse and worse, I’m sorry?
You’ve been occupying yourself with the midterms that had just begun.
Getting your mind off Remus and Sirius for the meantime, you haven’t seen either of them for almost a week now after the morning Remus walked off without saying anything to you, and that was kind of a wake up call to you.
You didn’t want to force anything so you just gotta let it go, especially after your talk with Sirius.
This was happening because of your feelings for him, if it weren’t for Sirius and your desperate desire and fantasy to be with him, you wouldn’t have hurt Remus and he wouldn’t have had to avoid you this much. He deserves better, he really does, he had a heart of gold and if you were around him much longer, you’d rotten it.. and it’s too good for that.
Sirius was right when he said you didn’t know what you wanted, so might as well just not want anything.
You were sure you wouldn’t fall apart, or think much of it, but you really wanted to talk to Remus.. only you had to promise yourself you’d give him a break, some space from all this.. especially after how sick he looked the last time you saw him reading on the table, he looked really tired.
you were hoping it wasn’t your fault.
As you were seated into the couch in the library, biting on your pencil, your thoughts eating at you, your eyes went up to the door to find Remus walking in, his coughing was all you heard before he disappeared behind the shelves and you leaned back into the seat, he didn’t see you, and you were glad he didn’t, you don’t deserve him.
He’s better off, you knew that much.
You collected your things and walked out only to face Sirius on the door, knowing he’s here for his friend, not being much of a reader.
“Ah, sorry.” Sirius laughed awkwardly as he peeked through the door. “Is everything alright?” You narrowed your eyes at the boy, his gray eyes slightly tired too.
“Did you see him inside?”
“Yeah he just walked in.. I didn’t talk to him though if you’re worried about that.”
“Well, okay.” Sirius nodded at you, biting at his lip ring as you blinked a few times. “Is he okay?”
“Remus? Nope, he’s a little sick…flu.” Sirius continued and you nodded. “Oh, right.. well you should take him out of there to rest.” You said, your heart burning, wishing you were the one to take care of him but it’s not your place, never was, never will be.
You swore you wouldn’t come near him.
“I will, thanks babe.. I’ll be on my way. Talk later.” Sirius gave you a sweet smile before he squeezed your waist and made his way inside the library. Your shoulders sank as did your heart, shaking your head before making your way into your dorm room.
Was Sirius lying to you about the flu? Was it something else? It couldn’t be you.. can it? You never thought of yourself that important, you never was, to anyone, not even your family, are you ever enough to make someone sick? Do you get to think that? You shouldn’t, Remus liked you surely.. but not enough where he gets sick because you argued.
You decided to push it aside, he had his friends to take care of him, he doesn’t need you, he never needed you, just like you were fine before him, he’s fine even after you.
Why were you thinking so much of this? Your overthinking will be the end of you, you knew that much.
You ignored it all by studying, asking your roommates for help down at the common room because you weren’t exactly the potions master and you certainly wanted to do well, having your parents upset with you isn't exactly on your radar.
As you collected your books, ready to head back to your dorm for the night you spotted James and Sirius walking inside, engaging in a conversation that lacked laughter and their smug smirks. James caught your eyes before he elbowed Sirius and he looked at you, waving to you before you waved back.
He wasn’t smiling before he saw you, you knew Sirius isn’t exactly the emotional person and he hid it from you, but seeing it like that felt a little bit too shitty.
You got up with your books in one arm, standing in front of the red couch and in front of the two black haired best friends. “Hey, how’s Remus?” You couldn’t help but ask.
“He’s fine, he’s asleep now.” Sirius responded as James nodded in agreement. “Oh really, that’s great.” You took a sigh of relief before you saw how suspicious they both seemed to look, it bothered you to say the least. They were either hiding something from you or they were just making fun of you.
“Sirius, are you lying to me?”
“What?”
“Are you lying? Is this Remus being sick elaboration just to get me away? Or is he really sick?
Sirius laughed then. “Babe, you do overthink a lot.”
“He is really sick, if you’re not so sure, go up to the dorm you’ll find him so deep in sleep that he’s snoring with a drool down his chest.” James responded as he chuckled.
“Fine, okay.” You went to walk away but Sirius quickly stopped you. “What are you doing?” You blinked at his action, blocking your way like that.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to bed.” You answered before he chuckled, awkwardly with his face red. “Oh right.. okay.” Sirius stepped aside which made you raise your eyebrows at the realisation. “I wasn’t going to check on him, just so you know.”
“Yeah.. well, good.” Sirius scratched his neck, his eyes barely looking into yours as you raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”
“Babe, nothing.. nothing is wrong, you’re overthinking everything, just go to bed.” Sirius exasperated. “You can’t just dodge my questions by saying I overthink a lot, don’t I have a reason to? When you’re acting like this, I know he’s your friend and you care about him but I care about him too.”
“I know you do, it’s not that.. I just don’t want you guys to argue again because of me, I know it’s my fault all this happened.. I didn’t know you were into someone else and you weren't interested in him.” Sirius rambled, him admitting to a mistake wasn’t new, he was always honest with you but you didn’t expect it now. “Yeah.. it’s complicated.”
Sirius went and squeezed your arms as you looked into his eyes. “Things will be fine, Remus will get better and you’ll talk to him, yes?” Sirius smiled, his hands going to cup your face with his warm hands. “Yes.” You nodded, Sirius smiled even bigger at your agreement with what he said.
“Good, now go to bed, and put that mind to rest.. okay?” Sirius leaned in and kissed your forehead, letting go of your face as he took a step back, you couldn’t help but smile at how good this made you feel, just very different from every time he was physical with you, you expected swerving butterflies, your heart hammering.
But all you felt was just a nice gesture from a nice friend.
your mind was focused on Remus, your need to be there with him, it broke you. Your chest felt so heavy at the feeling of him being in pain because of you, or maybe not because of you. whatever it is, you wanted to be there for him.
“Goodnight.” You told Sirius as you made your way up to your dorm room, thinking of ways you could sneak into the boys room but it was a dumb idea anyway, someone could easily see you, and it was late, the boys were going to sleep any minute now.
It was the next morning as you hurried down to your test, skipping breakfast, not feeling like talking to anyone anymore, not if you weren’t talking to Remus.
The marauders were seated on the next line of yours, Remus being there, staring down at his paper, his freckled face barely moving as you stared at him before being asked to look into your own paper.
After a long two hours of writing things down, looking at Remus, it was too messy for your mind to take as you made your way out the classroom, your heart grew heavy as you were called by professor slughorn.
The classroom was empty now as he looked at you with sort of a pity looking on his old face as you waited for what he’s going to be saying. “I don’t normally do this, but I feel like I should do something about the fact that you’re completely falling behind, miss.” He continued as you sighed, knowing how much you sucked at potions.
“You think?”
“I do, so I have a solution, hopefully it works out for you.. you need a tutor, a good one, one I know would help you pass or else you won’t be graduating from here.” Your heart sank at his words. “Tutoring? Who?”
“Remus lupin, he’s a very good student, very talented, I already informed him before class started which means you can arrange it whenever that would work out for the both of you, but I should warn you, you can’t back out or say no, I’m pretty sure he’s your only hope, miss.” Professor Slughorn continued before you blinked so many times, your heart sank at the mention of his name more than the fact that you’re failing.
You couldn’t argue with that, how could you? You’re failing, failing.
“Alright, thank you professor.” You gave him a smile before walking out of the classroom, already dreading this so bad. Remus tutoring you? You wanted to stay away from him, now you needed his help or else not graduating.
You wanted to look for him, set up a date to get this over with but you felt so nervous, this was bad, it wasn’t supposed to happen, why now?
You found him seated on the gryffindor common room couch, a book in his hand as you just went for it, it’s not
Your orders at the end of the day, it was professor Slughorn's and he knew about it.
You walked over to him, clearing your throat as his brown eyes met yours before you were reminded of that night on his bed and your palms become sweaty and your heart racing as he quickly shut his book, he indeed still looked sick, but still so beautiful. “Hi, Remus.. uh, I just came back from potion’s class… you’re my tutor, for as long as I need it.” You found yourself rambling before he gave you a kind of smile and your heart fluttered, he wasn’t mad at you?
“Yeah, of course.. when do you like to start?” The boy asked, looking up at you. “Whenever it works for you.” You stuttered, confused and taken aback all at once, you didn’t expect him to still sound so interested in whatever you had to say, but he wasn’t Sirius, that you had to be reminded of every single time.
Remus thought for a second then stood up, towering over you. “I thought it’s whenever it works for you, you’re the one who needs my help, don’t you?” Remus asked, his eyes staring into yours so intensely. “I do.. how does tomorrow sound?” You quickly said, gulping.
“Tomorrow it is, I’ll see you then.” Remus gave you a tired smile before he went to walk away, but you quickly grabbed his wrist and stopped him, a little too impulsive for your liking, fuck.
“Are you alright?” You asked, not helping it. “Just a little roughed up.. thanks for asking.” Remus searched through your eyes as you smiled, your skin tingled as you were finally talking to him, you felt so much at the moment. “Yeah of course.. I’m here, if you need me.” You offered, as Remus flushed at your words, nodding.
“I’ll be fine, thank you.” He said before turning and going on his way.
you hated to see him walk out on you again but right at this moment, you felt like you could do anything for him.
Then you’re reminded that he’s obligated to help you, and you figured Remus liked to be nice to his teachers, this shouldn’t mean anything.
And it doesn’t.
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Jack and mom finding out they are pregnant or gender reveal?
i was so tired when i wrote this and i have not proofread it, so i hope it’s okay
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it hadn’t even occurred to me that i could be pregnant. chalking the sickness and fatigue up to the stress of wedding planning, the cravings and tenderness in my breast being attributed with getting my period soon.
when i was complaining about everything to Jack, he only asked if i should go to an urgent care or if my period was this week. which in turn, got me thinking; i’ve been using an upcoming period as an excuse for two weeks without even realizing that i’ve yet to actually get my monthly cycle.
“Jack! you coming?” Quinn’s voice drifts up the stairs of the lake house, quickly followed by the sound of scolding from Ellen about his yelling.
“alright, i gotta go.” Jack stands from our bed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “i love you.”
he jogs out of the room, rushing to catch up with his dad and brothers for their golf day.
quickly pulling out my phone, i tap into my period tracking app, a lump forming in my throat at the words displayed.
period 6 days late
eyeing the keys to Jack’s range rover that sit on the dresser, i sigh, standing and retrieving them. i step down the stairs a lot quieter than Jack had just moments before.
“hey hun! i’m meeting some friends at that one mom and pop’s pizza place. i can never remember the name, the one like forty-five minutes out? do you wanna come?” Ellen calls to me as i enter the living room. despite the mix of emotions battling for dominance in my body, i smile, shaking my head.
“no. i’m okay, thank you!” i tell her. “i’m actually about to drive over to the drug store real quick, do you need anything?”
“no, i’m okay! thank you, hun! you sure you don’t wanna come? i feel bad leaving you here all by yourself!” she tells me and i just shake my head again, assuring her that i’m okay by myself. Ellen shrugs and we bid each other a goodbye before i take off out the door.
the drive to CVS is quick, the trip in even quicker because i don’t think twice about which kind of test to buy, i just grab one of almost every option.
by the time i make it back to the lake house, Ellen has already left, leaving me with the house to myself.
i take a deep breath, steeling my nerves as i go grab a bottle of water. chugging the water, i eat a quick snack and pace around the empty downstairs until i feel the need to pee.
making the trek upstairs to the bathroom, i pause in the doorway.
should i be doing this without Jack?
should i be telling him before i take a test?
before i can chicken out, another wave of light nausea hits me and i decide that i can’t wait any longer. Jack is right, if these come back negative then i should probably go to urgent care, just in case something is seriously wrong. and that’s better done sooner rather than later, right?
my hands shake, making it hard to take the tests, but i get it done, setting each one on the counter. with a timer set on my phone, i sit on the cold bathroom floor, my thoughts racing at the possibility of being pregnant.
it’s not like Jack and i have never talked about having kids. we have. plenty of times. we just never imagined it this soon. we’re not even married yet, our wedding is in two weeks. Jack has talked about hoping to have kids alongside Quinn or Luke, but neither of them are even in relationships, let alone having kids soon. will he be upset about that?
or could this be an exciting thing? the idea of having a mini me or Jack running around our apartment. Jack teaching them how to skate, how to play hockey. imagining the apartment full of children’s toys and play hockey sets. dressing them in a jersey and taking them to see Jack play. a child calling me “mama”.
i’m torn out of my thoughts by the sound of my timer, quickly clicking the stop button. i stare up towards the counter, not yet ready to read the results, but somehow already knowing what they’ll say.
i stand up slowly, dragging out the process in order to provide myself with extra time. taking one last deep inhale, i count to three before looking at the tests.
positive.
two lines.
a plus sign.
pregnant.
tears well in my eyes at the results. i’m overjoyed, but i can’t help the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. my heart telling me i’m excited to have a baby, a product of Jack and i, while my brain overthinks, wondering what Jack will think, if he’ll be upset.
grabbing the tests, i go back to our bedroom, sticking them in my bedside table drawer before laying down on the bed. tears well in my eyes as my mind pings from one thought to another. happy and then scared.
i’ve probably laid there for an hour before i find myself falling asleep.
*
“hey, baby.” i’m stirred from my sleep by the sound of Jack’s voice. “you been in here the whole day?”
my eyes flutter open, coming face to face with my fiancé, who squats down beside the bed. i sleepily shake my head at his question.
“no? what’d you do then, pretty girl?” he wonders, switching to sit on the edge of the bed while running his hand over my hair. he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead, and it’s only now that i realize he’s freshly showered and changed out of his golfing clothes.
i can hear the voice of Trevor outside our room, yell-telling a story to lord knows who.
“i found out what’s wrong with me.” i barely even second guess telling him. i thought long and hard about it before i fell asleep and it’s better to tell him now rather than in a few weeks.
“oh yeah?” Jack asks. “was i right? was it your period?”
i’m silent for a beat, just trying to think about how to phrase my next few words.
“um, i guess you could say that?” i tell him “or rather something to do with it.”
“that’s good.” “i’m pregnant.”
we both speak at the same time and i watch as recognition slowly spreads across his face. his hand drops from my hair, making me nervous.
“w-what?” he gives a few slow blinks, trying to process the information i just threw at him.
sitting up in the bed, i reach over and open the bedside drawer, clutching the tests in my hands and holding them out to Jack.
he stares at them for a few moments before taking them into his own hand. he rifles through each test, reading the results.
“can you please say something?” i whisper, tears pricking the back of my eyes. the anxiety is eating at me, nervous of what he thinks.
“we’re gonna have a baby?” his voice is quiet as he looks up at me, his eyes soft. i just nod in response, unable to speak without a sob coming out.
he drops the tests on the bed, cupping my face and crashing his lips on mine. soft and sweet, full of love and affection. he pulls away, laying his forehead on mine.
“we’re having a baby.” he whispers, more to himself than me.
“is that okay?” i question.
“that’s more than okay.” he tells me, pulling back to really look me in the eyes.
“i know you’ve talked before about wanting to have kids around the same time as your brothers, and i’m sorry that-”
“fuck that. we’re having a baby! a little you and me.” he wears an excited smile, placing another chaste kiss to my lips.
“yeah, we’re having a baby.”
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Leon + GN!Reader who doesn't want to have sex (but can't express it)
author's notes: hiii, im back with writing (sorta? kinda?). this short fic IS very personal and self-indulgent to me. for a long time, i had problems saying no to sex and ended up doing things i wasn't comfortable with. even now, i still struggle with that. it is important to know yourself, it is important to say no if you are not comfortable, even if your partner is the one in the mood! you are not obligated to do anything you are uncomfortable with, especially in bed! enjoy your reading!
"What is wrong?"
The question pops out of Leon's mouth, and you should have known he would have noticed. He is on top of you on the sofa, his arms on each side of your face, and you feel…weird. You had started to feel weird since he laid on top of you, the kisses getting hungrier as Leon's hands went inside your clothes. You tried to ignore the feeling, the insistent nagging telling you something wasn't right. Leon, attentive as he was, caught something was off, pulling away with a concerned expression.
"What is wrong?" He tries again, and you feel…anxious? Upset? Tired. You don't know. In a calmer and lower tone, Leon wonders, "Do you want to stop?"
The "no." is almost out of your lips when Leon pulls your chin gently to stare at him, his eyes scanning you worried.
"You know we don't have to continue if you don't want to. You know that, right?" You sigh. When you don't seem to give a definitive answer, Leon simply pulls entirely away, sitting on the other side of the couch. However, he isn't upset with you. Leon taps his lap, inviting you with a smile, "If you want to. Take your time. No rush."
It doesn't take long for you to sit on his lap, ashamed. Leon grabs a blanket and covers you both. You two don't say anything for a while, the feeling of ruining the mood bugging your mind. You got to say something, let your feelings out.
"Sorry." You manage to whisper, hiding your face from him.
"You have nothing to say sorry for, hun."
You have to hold back the more apologies coming out of you: for ruining the mood, for not telling him sooner, for not living up to his expectations. Leon seems to understand, rubbing your back.
"Honey, this is completely normal. You didn't want anything, and that is fine. You have nothing to feel bad about…"
"But I ruined…"
"You didn't ruin anything!" Leon interrupts you, his voice firm, holding you tightly. "We can still enjoy and have fun together, can't we?"
You don't answer, staying silent to organize your thoughts and feelings. It is just something you have to work with: to be able to say "stop, this makes me uncomfortable" and not think it would harm your relationship, won't make Leon love you less. You know you aren't obligated to give sex to anyone, even Leon, if you aren't in the mood, but old habits take longer to die. You are just grateful for Leon's patience, although he says it is nothing, being able to catch your discomfrt even when you don't say it.
"Can we watch a movie?" You try, and Leon opens a wide smile.
"Sounds like a great idea."
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Honestly when those terfs were jumping on me and misgendering me and accusing me of being a sexual predator, the thing that actually most upset me was when one of them called me a "pompous pseudointellectual" for using the phrase "analogous maxim".
I could poke fun like "oh you use a word longer than six letters online and silly people think that you're an incomprehensible try hard because they can't read", but I think it gets at something that annoys me about how people treat language use online. There's a lot of good discussion pointing out that casual/non-formal styles of English are just as valid and can be used to communicate good ideas, and that people shouldn't be shunned for using them in their own space.
But I feel like a lot of people have missed the point in that discourse, which is that any manner of speaking is equally valid and okay and should not be dismissed as "cringe". I do sometimes speak in a slightly, I don't know, unusual(?) way, and that is because these are my own darned posts, and I sometimes like having fun with language that feels nice in my brain, or else I'll use a specific uncommon phrasing because I genuinely think it most accurately encapsulates what I'm trying to say. Does that mean I'm self important and think I'm somehow smarter than other people, and am using language to signal that? Like, no. It's just how I like to speak, and the same goes for other people who have far more exaggerated speaking styles than I've ever used.
People should be allowed to talk however the heck they like without being jumped on for it because people are projecting their own assumptions or insecurities. This goes for people speaking in more verbose styles as well as less verbose ones. Somehow people have managed to misinterpret "don't judge people for how they speak" to mean "speaking casually good, speaking formally Bad and Stuck-up and Obnoxious Male Coded" (yes, really, that last one is bizarrely common). And that sucks, especially since speaking in an "unusual" manner can be a neurodivergent trait, in a manner that some people can't so easily suppress, and so by stigmatizing it people enable a form of ableism.
Maybe assume good faith instead of assuming that someone is being condescending to you because of the way they speak. Wait until they actually condescend, until then that's just your own insecurity you're taking out on them.
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If He Wanted To He Would
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: nothing too bad honestly reader gets stood up for a date but that's it
Genre: it's pretty much all fluff, there's a little angst but nothing much
Summary: your boyfriend is a total asshole and Loki can't stand to see you upset over it. // "If He Wanted To He Would But Thank God That He Didn't" - Johnny Orlando
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You take one final look at yourself in the mirror in your room and give a satisfied nod at your final choice. A black dress paired with red pumps and a matching red clutch. The dress is short and flattering in all the best places. It's simple but for a dinner date with your boyfriend, you think it's the perfect look for tonight. When you leave your room and pass the common space on your way out you barely notice several of your teammates sitting in the living room until one of them whistles at you. Sam, to be exact, and your eyes snap up from your phone where you're checking the address of the restaurant you're meeting at.
"Thank you Sam." You roll your eyes with a smirk.
"Where are you going?" Tony asks.
"A date." You say casually.
"A date?" Loki snorts as he crosses from the kitchen to the living room with the others.
"Yes, a date. My boyfriend and I are finally both free at the same time so we're taking advantage of it." You say rolling your eyes at his tone.
"Well you look great!" Thor says.
"Thank you Thor."
"Have a good time y/n." Steve nods.
"That's the plan Stevie."
"Keep us updated if anything happens." Natasha tells you.
"You've got my location Nat, but I'll be fine." You chuckle finally making it to the elevator. Outside of the building you quickly hail a cab and give the driver the address to the restaurant you're going to. Usually, your boyfriend Eric would come to get you from the tower but some of the others like to give him a hard time whenever he's around so to save him the hassle tonight you told him to meet you at the restaurant instead. When you walk into the restaurant the host immediately greets you warmly.
"Hello miss welcome, do you have a reservation with us this evening?" She smiles.
"I do yes, table for two, it should be under Eric." You tell her. She taps on the screen in front of her for a moment before grabbing two menus.
"Of course, right this way miss." She says walking into the dining room. You follow her to your table and take a seat. "Someone will be with you shortly if you'd like to order a drink while you wait for the other member of your party." She says before walking off. You grab the drink menu and look at their collection of wines and cocktails, one glass, while you wait, should do just fine. Eric will likely be here before you've even finished it. When a waiter comes to your table you order a glass of red wine and inform him you're waiting for someone before you order food. You nurse that one glass of wine for much longer than you usually would as if prolonging that glass will make it feel like less time is passing than is actually passing. Eventually, one glass turns to two as the minutes tick by and you don't nurse the second one so much, resigning yourself to the fact that Eric is very late. When a half hour turns to an hour and you're on your third glass of whine you finally call Eric. At this point, you're worried something has happened to him, which is made no better by the fact that he does not answer your phone call. You leave a message, as calmly as you can, telling him you're worried and to call you back because he's extremely late for dinner. Ten minutes after calling, when your third glass of wine is very close to empty you finally receive a text from Eric.
Something came up. Won't be able to make it tonight. Sorry for the late notice.
You try to ignore the sting of tears pricking the back of your eyes as you read his words. You've been stood up, by your boyfriend. Who you haven't had a chance to spend any meaningful time with for months now. And he couldn't even be bothered to tell you before you left the house. He couldn't even be bothered to call you. The next time your waiter walks by you wave him over to your table.
"Yes miss?" He asks.
"The person I was meeting is no longer able to make it so, I'll just take the bill for the wine and be on my way." You explain.
"Of course." He nods. It only takes a few minutes for you to pay for your glasses of wine and leave the restaurant. Part of you wants to walk back to the tower, give you more time to clear your head, but three glasses of wine and five inch stilettos do not make for great walking conditions so you flag down a taxi to take you back home where you will hide in a secluded part of the tower until it's late enough for you to be seen by the others without having to admit that your boyfriend is actually a good for nothing jerk because that is not a conversation you want to have tonight. When you get to the tower you bypass the main floor assuming everyone is still hanging out there, after all it hasn't even been two hours since you left, and go up a couple more floors to where there's a balcony no one really uses. You lean against the railing and look at the bustling city below, from this high up it's much quieter but the movement never stops and no amount of height will change that.
"You're home early." A voice says behind you and you jump slightly. You turn around to find Loki leaning against the doorframe.
"You're not with everyone else." You say since we're stating the obvious it seems.
"I saw the elevator."
"What?"
"It went all the way down, and then came up here and I had a feeling I'd find you here." He says.
"Okay."
"Why are you sulking up here? Was dinner with the boyfriend that boring?" He asks walking over to lean on the railing next to you.
"I don't want to talk about this right now Loki." You mutter looking away from him.
"Oh come on, there has to be a reason you're home in under two hours, date night used to mean we wouldn't expect you home til morning." Loki nudges you slightly.
"Yeah well, that requires him to actually show up." You mumble quietly.
"What?"
"He didn't come Loki. I sat in that restaurant and waited for an hour drinking wine by myself and then after 75 minutes, he sent me a text. Something came up, he's not gonna make it, he's sorry for the late notice. Late notice he says, over an hour into our date. My boyfriend stood me up, that's why I'm home early." You sigh.
"He stood you up?! What a dick." He frowns and you scoff at his assessment. "I know he's your boyfriend but like- it's an asshole thing to do."
"I noticed thanks." You say bitterly. There's a moment of silence where Loki tries to figure out what to say.
"Right, let's go." He eventually says.
"What?" You frown.
"Let's go. You got all dressed up and you look gorgeous. You deserve to have a nice night out so if your boyfriend is too stupid to do it, I will."
"You don't have to." You shake your head.
"I know. Come on."
"Wait where are we going?" You ask.
"You'll see."
"Well, wherever you take me, make sure there's food involved because I've had 3 glasses of wine and my last meal was way too many hours ago."
"Right. Food." He laughed. "I've actually never seen you drunk I realize."
"Yeah well, the mutant thing means alcohol affects me differently plus I'm usually very particular about my consumption, I always have the correct ratio of food to drink but apparently being stood up is enough to throw off my carefulness."
"Grab my hand." Loki says. You frown at him suspiciously but he just looks at you with a smile that reminds you of the Cheshire Cat and waits for you to place your hand in his. When you eventually do the world disappears around you for a moment but before you can even react to the feeling of nothingness beneath your feet, you're heels connect with concrete again and Loki's grip tightens around yours to keep you from stumbling. You look around and immediately recognize the lights and sounds.
"An arcade?! You brought me to an arcade?" You blink at him in shock.
"Do you hate it? We can go somewhere else if-"
"No! It's... it's good. I didn't think you liked arcades." You say.
"What did I say before we left?" He asks you and you immediately know what he's asking about.
"I deserve to have a nice night out."
"Precisely and since you like this sort of thing it felt like the perfect choice."
"I just don't want you to force yourself to be here if you hate-"
"I don't hate it. Besides it's not about me. This night is about making sure you enjoy yourself in spite of your insufferable loser of a boyfriend, which, by the way, if you don't leave him I will find him myself and make him sorry he ever even thought to hurt you." Loki says.
"I don't want to think about that right now Loki." You shake your head ignoring the way his words send delightful shivers down your back. Perhaps the idea of him hurting your boyfriend shouldn't excite you, but there's something vindicating about having someone willing to fight for you when your boyfriend has become so discarding over time.
"Right, food first, these places sell pizza and chicken wings and such right? What would you like?" Loki asks scanning the arcade to figure out where food can be ordered. When he finds the restaurant side, he places a hand on the small of your back to guide you over to it. It's an unconscious gesture that he doesn't even think about when he does it, but heat crawls up your spine at the contact and you have to try not to react.
"Pizza's fine." You say when Loki looks at you once you're at the counter to order. He nods and turns to the person behind the counter.
"Three slices of pizza, and 100 game tokens." He says.
"We use game passes here and you do that yourself. Over there." The guy says pointing at a corner where three self service kiosks stand against the wall.
"Then just the pizza." Loki says.
"There's only two of us Loki, you ordered three slices." You point out.
"Yes because you've had three glasses of wine in two hours and haven't eaten since I'd guess 1 o'clock. We're trying to offset that, remember? So you'll have two slices." He explains taking the plates from the guy at the counter. He hands you one and holds the other two. "Come, let's get a game pass. Whatever that means." Loki nods his head towards the kiosks. You have to help him figure out how to actually purchase the game pass but soon you're walking around the arcade playing various games. Loki mostly follows you and watches but sometimes you manage to convince him to play a game with you too. A couple of hours of laughing and gaming later, you find one of those little photo booths nestled in a corner and you don't even let Loki protest before you're dragging him into it.
"Have you been in one of these before?" You ask him as you feed a bill into the slot of the machine.
"Of course not. Why would I ever come into a cramped box by choice?"
"You take photos in it dummy, and then it prints them out on a little film strip." You explain with a laugh.
"I don't understand the point of this."
"It's just for fun." You shrug pressing start on the machine. "Okay, there will be a count down and then it'll take a picture of us. It'll do that five times."
"Simple enough." He nods. In the first photo you simply lean your head on his shoulder with your arm wrapped around his and you smile, not noticing the way he glances at you from the choice. For the second photo, you insist he makes a silly face with you and despite rolling his eyes he puffs out his cheeks at the last second while you stick your tongue out. The third photo you forget to pose for, laughing so hard at Loki's puffed up cheeks that the camera simply snaps you like that. For the fourth photo, you hold Loki's face in your hands and give him a ridiculously stern look while he stares at you with utter confusion in his eyes. For the last photo you give Loki a kiss on the cheek before you can think better of it.
"Thank you, for this. Eric probably won't even bother to make tonight up to me so, I appreciate you doing this to cheer me up. It's the best night I've had in a while." You say to him quietly. Loki blinks at you for a moment while contemplating his response.
"If- if he wanted to be a better boyfriend, he would be a better boyfriend. You deserve, so much better than that... that boneheaded fool." Loki says, slowly, softly, like he can tell he's toeing a line that he shouldn't be. You stare at Loki for too long, the booth feels too small, you take a shaky breath and chuckle, flinging open the curtain that hides you both from the rest of the arcade.
"Who knew you could be such a softie." You joke stepping out of the photo booth. You can't stay in here with him. Loki frowns as he slides out of the booth after you.
"Y/n, I'm serious. You deserve better."
"I know, Loki. Trust me, I know. I'm going to break up with him. I just wasn't going to do it over text." You shrug.
"I think you should."
"What?"
"Do it over text. Why not? He couldn't be bothered to do more than text you after leaving you waiting in a restaurant for over an hour. He should be lucky you'll give him even that much. A text- that is all he deserves if that. I'd give him less if it were possible." Loki says. You sigh and turn to collect your photos from the booth.
"Here. These are yours." You hand him his photo strip.
"What do I do with these?"
"Whatever you'd like. Some people hang them up, some people keep them in their wallets, others have a memory box, you can trash them if you like, I- I don't know. They just- they print out two so, you get one."
"I'm not going to trash them. You look happy. In these pictures. You look... just, happy." Loki says examining the small photos in his hand. He'll hold onto them.
"I am happy. Thanks to you, thanks to this, tonight. I am happy." You say.
"I'm glad I could show you a good time." He nods. You won't say you and Loki haven't been close, because that's not entirely true. You've always had a friendly relationship, mostly filled with benevolent quips and taunts more than anything else, you may not spend a lot of time hanging out but you've always considered him a friend. Tonight you think, maybe, he's even more than that. You're not entirely sure what to do about that thought, but you don't immediately shove it away. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... if Loki were more than your friend.
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HELLO!! Can i request sub!fanboy!xiao x soft dom!idol (fem or gn) reader? feel free to ignore this! (i apologize for bad grammar & this is my first time requesting) Have a nice day! :D
Fanboy!Xiao x fem!reader ;; modern au (?)
NSFW/SMUT CONTENT (sub!fanboy!xiao, soft dom!reader, idol!reader, reader is afab but no pronoun use, praise, pegging, xiao calls reader 'ma'am' once or twice, longer scenario, not proofread, not too much nsfw tbh my bad)
Summary: Xiao is your biggest fan, yet he never approaches you, so you decide to do that yourself. Things escalate when you give him your number after your performance and you two hang out...
A/n: don't worry nonnie it's alright!! Ur grammar is fine, first time requesting can always be anxious <3 This was fun to write, I read like three kpop writings, one of danganronpa and then did research on idols BAHAHAH / sorry for taking such a long time to write this, hope this is well?! <3
Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!
There was no denying that Xiao was your biggest fan. You noticed him at every concert, every meet-and-greet, every single event where you were. It made you feel sweet that he always showed up, light sticks and signs of your name, always waving them when you sang. You were also surprised that he could afford to come to every single event..?
But one thing you found interesting is that he never tried to talk to you like everyone else. Xiao was always in the back, just watching, looking at you. Your first thought was that he's shy. Made you a little upset that he didn't even try interacting with you. So you decided that you should start first.
You were aware that he had many accounts — fan pages — dedicated to you. Instagram with short clips of you on stage, pictures and merchandise he had bought, what not. Twitter was just posting updates, links to your newest videos, pictures and more. If he was able to film a longer video of you performing, he'd upload it along with his merchandise hauls.
And Xiao is over the moon when he notices you following each and every one. Almost falls over in his own room when you leave comments from time to time. He swears he'll come up to you some day, but he's so scared of messing up. What if he accidentally says something weird?? Xiao wouldn't dare. He wouldn't dare slip up and admit he daydreams of you.
Yet when your eyes met and you sent a heart gesture in his direction? Yes, he fainted and yes, you were worried as he was taken away. A day after that concert, you thought of sending a message to see if he was alright. But when you saw him tweeting about that, you couldn't help but laugh. He was cute.
...
It was the end of another concert. Everyone was leaving and you told one of your bodyguards to find a 'dark green haired male with highlights that looks pretty'. You watched from afar as the man left to find Xiao. He was typing on his phone, probably updates on one of his accounts.
Once the man approached him, he set his phone away in confusement, asking questions, if he had done something wrong. Your guard just shook his head and told him to follow. You walked away from sight, smoothing out your outfit. If Xiao won't approach you first, you will.
Once he realized he's going backstage, his nervousness grew higher. But when he steps inside and sees you with a smile, staring at him, he almost trips on air.
You chuckle before telling yout bodyguard that ge can leave for a while. He does, leaving you two alone. You look back at the boy and smile again.
"Your name is Xiao, correct?" You ask. You knew his name, of course, but you had to start conversation somehow. His hands are shaking and his eyes are wide, staring at you. Is this real? You're talking to him? You actually know his name like for real?
He feels lightheaded.
"Xiao, are you alright?" You ask again when he doesn't respond. He finally reacts, quickly nodding his head. "Y-Yeah, I'm Xiao," he speaks, voice trembling. You turn around to take your water bottle from the table so you could share.
You hand him the bottle with a smile, "You're nervous, I get it, but don't worry! I don't bite, promise." You watch as he slowly takes the bottle from you, quickly licking his dry lips. You could hear a quiet thank you. You just nodded.
"No, it's just-" Xiao swallows, opening it, still staring, "I can't believe you're talking to me personally? All alone?" You laugh and he feels his face heat up.
He really is shy. Adorable.
"Well, you never tried approaching me, so I thought I should do it first," you say while he drinks, "Although I do wonder, do you not want to talk or you just want to watch from the back?"
"Wait, no, I-" Xiao panics for a moment, but stops before he says anything different, "I mean, I really, really want to talk to you, it's been a dream of mine-" "But?"
"..But I don't think you'd have time for me?" He continues, blinking at you. You nod, "I understand that. But hey, I think I've got time before I go, we can talk! Besides I've wanted to speak to you for a long time."
Xiao's eyes widen, "..huh? Really?" "Oh, of course! Every time I come on stage, I always try to find you because I know you'll be there. It's sweet, cute really," you respond, taking the water bottle from him. You put it in your bag as Xiao trues to process what you just said.
You look at your phone and realize you should be leaving.
"Ah, Xiao, I'm terribly sorry, but I'll have to go," you turn to said male. He nods quickly and you notice a small smile on his face. "No, it's fine- you wanting to speak to me in the first place is enough," he says, voice growing quieter.
"Aw, alright. Well, how about we meet in one of the cafe's?" You suggest, quickly finding a piecw of paper and a pen, "If you'd want to and if you're not busy." You write down your phone number and give it to him.
Xiao takes it with a shaky hand and you smile at him. "Give me a call if you want, okay?" You take your bag, "If you're not busy tonight, that is." He stares at then at you. You put a hand on his shoulder and whisper, "I'll be waiting, Xiao."
His face heats up as you take his hand to lead him out. You say something to the bodyguard and the two of you are leaving. You look back at Xiao. He's staring at you with a slightly opened mouth, probably in surprise.
You send him a wink and look back. That made him get even redder as he hid his mouth in his hand.
...
He was in his hotel room, staring down at the paper. Well, only a day until you're going somewhere else. This will surely be his last chance to finally talk to you. And in private as well?
After a moment of trying to calm down, Xiao took his phone out. His nails tap on the screen, writing in your number. He was nervous, already feeling lightheaded again. He's gonna talk to you.
Before he can back out, he calls you, putting it on speaker. Each ringing sound made him more anxious. Maybe you joked around? Or maybe you gave him a different one? Well, you wouldn't do that, would you? Surely not-
The ringing suddenly stopped, being replaced with your voice.
"Xiao! You called!" Your voice rang through and he sighs in relief. "So, you're not busy? You'd like to meet up?" You ask and he could tell by your voice that you're definitely smiling.
"Um," he swallows, shaking his head, "Yeah, I'm free. You really want to— you want to talk to me?" "Yes, I do, I already said that, didn't I?" You chuckle. Then you started to speak about which Cafe to meet in and which hotel you're staying at. That's how you arranged a meet up.
He was sitting at one of the tables, nervously tapping the cup with his nails. He was looking around the cafe, waiting for you to show up. While he waited, Xiao took his phone out to post some short clips he took.
You slowly approached the table, sitting in front of him. He jumped at your sudden voice, immediately looking at you. You laugh, shaking your head. Xiao noticed the clothes change, of course, trying to disguise yourself.
"Ah, you didn't think I'd come in a vibrant fit, did you?" You say, smiling at him. He averted his eyes, coughing, "No, I didn't think that-" "Don't want fans to come running," you rest your head on your hand. Xiao looks back at you, "I didn't- I'm sorry, I didn't know if you'd want tea, so I just ordered one for myself."
You blink at him and then nod, "I'll order for myself, don't worry." That's how it went, you got a tea and the two of you chatted. Xiao wasn't too nervous anymore which made you feel better. At some point you speak about his social media. You notice his cheeks flush when you talk about how much you love seeing his updates. Never late.
He himself slipped in some shy compliments about you, all the while you enjoyed the tea. It was relaxing. Until it seemed like the time was over. It passed a little too quickly, so you asked him if he'd want to go to your hotel room, continue the chat.
Xiao was starstruck. You inviting him to your hotel room? This was too much for one day.
He immediately nodded, "Yeah, if I can, I want- we can talk more." You blink, slightly laughing, "You're eager." He goes quiet before chuckling, "My bad-"
..
It was quiet, a few sentences here and there until you both were inside the hotel room. Xiao was looking around the place. You closed the door, breaking the silence, "We can go out on the balcony. The view is nice."
He turned to look at you while you shrugged. You took his hand and he followed you to the balcony door, face warming up.
Cold air brushed against your skin as you walked out, letting go of his hand. You rest your hands on the railing, gazing up. Xiao went next to you, looking down at the streets.
"Look up, pretty," you say. He glances at you before looking in. There were some stars scattered along the sky. It went silent.
Xiao was trying to think of something to say, while sliding his hand towards yours. Your hand was warm and he wanted to feel it again.
Should he even be here? Will he get in trouble for being like this with you? He's just a fan, after all. Idols shouldn't be this close with fans, no? But.. he doesn't care for it. You wanted to talk, so here he is. This is a blessing, why should he question it?
You noticed and you waited. Waited for the touch.
His fingers brushed against yours, eyes darting up to your face. You sighed, looking at him. Xiao's eyes widened, pulling his hand away, but you caught it. He stared at you, then back at his hand then back at you. You smiled softly, interwining your fingers with his.
"If you want to hold my hand, just tell me," you say, watching as his face goes red. You continue to stare. His eyes are pretty. He's pretty. Could you make him more flustered?
He's special. And mad attractive.
Xiao is tearing his gaze every few seconds. When you moved your thumb against his hand, he feels lightheaded once again. Oh, the simple things you do to him.
"By the way, I hope I didn't pressure you into meeting up with me," you speak, turning towards him, "You can always leave if you want-" "No-!" He squeezes your hand, "I didn't want to deny, oh no, I've wanted to talk to you for far too long—" You tilt your head, listening to him.
He shakes his head, "I want to be with you as long as I can, being this close to you is just- [name], you're- Can I call you that?" You can't help but laugh a little, nodding, "Yeah, you can. You talk too much." Before he could respond, you continued, "That's cute. I like it."
His breathing hitches. He's blinking again, looking away from you. Cute?
You pull him a little closer by his hand and lean a little down. He gasps, surprise evident in his expression. "You like being called cute?" You ask, lidding your eyes. "I- I didn't mean to make anything weird, I'm sorry," he quickly speaks, but you shake your head.
"Shh. You didn't make anything weird," you put your other hand on his chin, pulling him closer, "Just answer me." Xiao breathes in, eyes quickly flickering down to your lips, then back to your eyes. He feels the flutter of butterflies in his stomach.
"..Maybe?" He whispers, swallowing. Will you call him weird? He certainly doesn't want to be seen as one of your weird fans. He isn't, but when you're so close to his face, he can feel your breath, oh God, you're warm, oh-
You slowly go a little closer, tilting your head just so your lips could brush against his. His eyes are widening again as he tries to not move. "Xiao," you whisper, "You're my biggest fan, aren't you?" He responds with a quiet 'I think?' which makes you chuckle.
"I'd like to give you a little reward for being so supportive all this time," you whisper, "Would you accept it?" Xiao immediately responds, "Y-yes, yes of course!" Oh dear, oh dear oh gorgeous..
You finally kissed him. He almost fell down from the sudden feeling, but you caught him, wrapping your hands around him. Xiao's hands went to your cheeks, kissing you back almost immediately.
When you pulled away for a moment to tell him to part his lips, you saw how flushed his face was, he was already trying to catch his breath even if the kiss wasn't that long. Yes, you didn't lie. He was cute. Wide eyes staring into yours as he nods at your words, going to kiss you again.
He did as you said previously. You pushed your tongue against his, a sudden noise being drowned in the kiss. Xiao's hand moved to your hair, tangling into it, trying to ground himself and not get too lost in the moment.
Oh, did you taste sweet. He never even imagined you could kiss so good. Kiss him so good. It was too much, it made him feel like he was flying — one reason as to why he was tugging on your hair.
After a moment, you pulled away again. "Let's go back inside," you say, smiling at him, "It's getting cold. Won't be good getting sick." Xiao just nods, looking away. You let go of him and he does the same. Walking back inside the warm room, he closes the door. When Xiao turns to you, you're pulling him by his hand towards you.
He's already latching onto your lips, free hand going to your cheek. You kissed back while you lead him to the bed, breaking the kiss to tell him to lay down.
Xiao gets on the bed, looking up at you. You can't help but giggle, getting on top. "Is this okay?" You ask, pushing him down. He nods eagerly, "Yes, yes it is, please don't stop." You nod, leaning down to press a kiss on his neck. You slowly kiss up to his jaw before going back down. One of your hands was on his chest and you could feel how his heart was racing. You then sucked on a spot, making him moan.
His hand goes to his mouth while turning his head away. You sucked a bruise before pulling away, leaving a kiss on it. "Are you embarrassed?" You whisper, pressing more kisses to his skin. Xiao slowly nods, swallowing. Your hand on his chest goes to take his hand away from his mouth.
"Use your words, pretty," you say and suck on another spot. He makes noise, hands going to your sides. "Yes, I'm– You're right-" he mumbles out. You press a kiss on the mark and smile, "Good boy." A shaky sigh comes from his throat.
"Oh?" You pull away to look down at him, "You like that, don't you?" Xiao turns his head, facing you, quietly responding, "Maybe.." "Gosh, you're pretty," you say, "Can I mess you up?" Your boldness makes him raise his eyebrows. "What?"
"Oh, my apologies, that was weird," you glance away, laughing slightly, "I shouldn't say that." "Please," Xiao mumbles and you look at him, "Please do that.."
You stare. He's looking up at you with pleading eyes, breathing in. "Please do whatever you want with me, to me, please," he pulls you back down, blinking at you, "Please, I want you to— I-" He doesn't continue. So you speak.
"You want me to what? Tell me," you trace your finger on his cheek, "Tell me what you've been thinking of this whole time." He's lost for words. But when you look at him like that-
"I want you to touch me," he whispers, shutting his eyes, "Please, I want you to do whatever, please, just fuck me—" "Repeat that a little louder, Xiao," you kiss his cheek. And he does. "I want you to fuck me, [name], please, I need you.."
You gave him a peck on the lips before saying, "Good boy. Wait here a moment, okay? I want you to undress." He nods and you get off the bed. You go to one of your suitcases, opening it up. Xiao was taking his clothing off while time to time watching what you were doing.
After finding what you needed, you turned back to him. His eyes slightly widened. Was that.. Are those.. Why is that in your suitcase in the first place? Why would you carry around a strap in your inventory?
Well, who cares about that now.
You went to put down what you were holding — a strap and a bottle of lube. You got onto the bed, looking at Xiao. He stared at you, then back at the stuff. "C'mon, pretty boy, lay down," you say and he slowly does it.
You spread his legs and he let out a noise of surprise while you opened up the bottle.
Xiao stared as you coated your fingers. You glanced at him for a moment, "You're beautiful like this, you know?" He bit his lip, blinking. "I'm not saying you're not always beautiful, you are," you continue while slowly pushing a finger inside, "But right now you're the prettiest."
He sighs, looking away, "Don't— ah- Don't say that, m-ma'am.." You look at him, pushing another inside, "Ma'am?" Xiao closes his eyes, mumbling something before suddenly moaning.
Yes, that felt weird and he never imagined he'd have something up his ass. That something being your fingers.
You sped them up, smirking at him. He's trying to say something for sure, but his moans interrupt everything. "Shh, don't be too loud, okay?" You slow down and then take your fingers out, "I want you to be good and a little more quiet, got it?" He suppresses a whine before nodding at you.
...
Xiao gripped the sheets under him, burying his face in a pillow. You held his hips, nails digging into his skin, leaving behind half moon indents. His attempts at staying quiet didn't work well.
"Oh, pretty boy," you bring a hand down to his hair, pulling his head up, "Do you love being this loud for me?" He mewls, eyes fluttering open, it being the only response you got. You sigh, picking up the pace, Xiao moaning louder.
Leaning down to his neck, you press a kiss on his shoulder. You then bite down, sucking a mark while your grip on his hair loosens a little. He groans, tongue falling out, "M-ma'am, fuck, I- feels sogood-!"
"Mhm, just like that," you smile, taking your hand away from his hair, "Such a good boy." You wrap your hand around his dick which makes Xiao jolt, head falling downwards.
"W-wait—!" He moans, gasping as his hand goes to grip the pillow, "I'm gonna- [name], I'm gonna cum—!" You just leave kisses on his neck and back, jerking him quicker. His moans turn into whines and gasps.
His grip on the sheets and pillow is tight, drool stains visible. "Gah‐ Stop, wait- I'm- gonnacum, please, fuck—" his voice goes into desperation, his thighs beginning to shake. You smile before speaking, "Go on, cum for me, pretty. Be a good boy, yeah?"
Xiao trembles in your hands, staining your fingers and the sheets below him. You slow down your thrusts and your pace on his dick. You straighten your back, your hand from his hip going to massage his back as he falls down onto the pillow.
He's panting, still slightly shaking. You take your hand away from him, looking at it. You giggle, glancing down at the sweaty Xiao. "You've messed up my hand, that's cute," you say, licking away a few traces. He turns his head a little too see you. Swallowing, he speaks, "You're.. amazing.. Mmh, that was good ..."
You pull out and he collapses. You sit down, slightly chuckling, "Just for you, Xiao." He sighs, closing his eyes, mumbling something. You tilt your head, "I can't hear you." He groans, hiding his face. You get up to lean over him.
"I just pegged you, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," you say, kissing his hair. Xiao turns to look at you again. Oh, did he look messed up. Messy hair, traces of saliva on his chin..
"Um.." He blinks, making eye contact with you, "Thank you.." You smile before kissing him. He kisses back, pretty much melting in your mouth again. After a few seconds you pull away, still smiling at him.
"You're welcome," you whisper, "My best fan needs a little gift after all."
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I love how you write harvey sm!!! You had me swooning with every words !! So sweet, short, and straight to the point but very flavorful and entertaining! i'm so happy i came across your blog !
I have a prompt that u can feel free to use!
What do you think Harvey is like when he & the farmer just got married? For example, is he very timid that he couldn't sleep when next to the farmer? Is he very hesitant to hold them? Or other things u think/headcanon? Would love to read your thoughts! Thank you so much for your time !!<3
!! harvey as your new husband
contains ; domestic fluff. another post of me rambling lol. entirely sfw! gn!farmer / gender is never implied. short drabble.
note ; i’m in a harvey brainrot rn that every time i try to sit down to write for the other bachelors, i just end up staring at my screen doing nothing 😓
when you were only dating, it wasn’t rare for harvey to come over while you were working after he found some time of his own.
even once, after you invited him over and sighed about how dirty you felt the cottage was since you hardly had time to clean—he became accustomed to do so just for you.
bringing over his own cleaning supplies just to sweep the dust, help with laundry, clean your kitchen and make dinner for you.
and he didn’t even mind doing all of it, just to help you lift the weight of your chores.
so after that one time, and you came home to see a squeaky clean home, and your excellent boyfriend after a particularly exhausting day—you could’ve cried.
not to mention, he goes the great mile. those large yellow gloves over his hands, non-slip shoes and a hardware apron over his clothes so he wouldn’t get himself dirty.
some may say it’s a bit dramatic, but he says prepared.
anyways, it became a routine he was fond of doing.
harvey came over a lot. to the point where his own house didn’t really feel like home anymore.
he hated those nights when he couldn’t come over, forced to sleep in his own bed without you by his side. it would take him longer to fall asleep if he couldn’t feel you next to him. he probably had to hug a pillow just to feel something lol.
so when you got married, it’s safe to say he was ecstatic to be moving out of his lonely apartment. especially when you made time to come help him, packing stuff in boxes.
it really made him realize how life changing it is. to see you labeling each box, sorting through his cds and tapes while talking about your future together.
“i think these would look nice in our living room, i could move my bookshelf over and we could squeeze this in…” you ramble on, face full of concentration.
it made his heart gush, even just hearing you call it our living room.
when you’d “ooo” and “aaa” at items of his you looked forward to decorating the house with, and “uhh” at the ones you didn’t. he couldn’t possibly be upset, if anything, he’d laugh at your honesty. there’s nothing that’d make him upset right now.
so when you were finally married, you had to work but he spent the majority of the day squeezing his stuff into the house like you both planned, it still felt right.
you didn’t have to be beside him, helping him unbox for him to be happy. he found everything seemed to fit in place.
settling in didn’t feel as much of a task as you both thought it’d be. there was always a cloud of sadness when he’d have to leave, so finally that experience was tarnished after the knot was tied.
there’s no leaving anymore, because he always comes right back.
at this point, his nerves being around you were fizzled, but of course he still got butterflies when he’d see you.
any moment he was intimate with you still made him feel much younger with the way his heart would pound and his palms would grow sweaty. even if you were just leaning in to kiss him.
so the first night you two were living together as a married couple—i don’t think he’d be so nervous.
or at least, not nervous in a bad way.
“which side of the bed should i sleep on?”
“harvey, we’ve slept together before. this isn’t new.” you tease.
“well we’ve never slept together as a married couple who lives in the same house. this is the start to the rest of our lives, i want to make sure we’re making the right decision,” and after he realizes what he implied, he’s widening his eyes and shaking his head, “no! not like that! as in, what if i sleep on the right side, but i sleep on my right side so my back is always turned to you—“
“harvey, honey…i’m not going to be mad at you if i wake up and you’re not facing me.” you giggle.
he really knows how to overthink everything.
but once you’re finally tucked in bed together (you on the right, him on the left) i don’t think he’ll overthink at this point.
by now, you’re both so in love that he doesn’t second guess reaching over to hold you anymore. he doesn’t need to rethink all of that.
when you latch onto him, pressing your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around him—he’s bound to get butterflies. you may even hear his heart beat a little quicker. but he’s not shy to give you the same treatment.
if he could, he’d hold you all day. he never wants to let go.
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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part One
Summary: You decide to press pause on your relationship with Andrew Barber. Too bad your hotshot attorney of an ex-boyfriend doesn't understand the meaning of the word. Takes place directly after the events in Photo Shoot Faux Pas. Read Part Two!
Warnings: Angst, Break-ups, Cursing, Andy Being a Menace, Insecure Reader, Eventual Smut, Manhandling, Punishments, Minors DNI
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! This multi-part fic will feature a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, as well as several other anonymous readers. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
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“Come on, girl. You can do this.”
“Yeah, but maybe…” You trail off as you approach Andy’s front door. Fishing the key out of your pocket, you insert it into the lock. Thanks to your shaking hands, it actually takes a few seconds longer than it probably should. “Maybe I oughta wait.”
“Babe.” Your friend blows out a breath, the noise coming across the other line like static. “We’ve been over this like a dozen times already. Today is just another day; it’s no different from any other.”
Your friends had been quick to remind you that Valentine’s Day didn’t really matter. At its core, it was nothing more than a cheap gimmick big corporations used to upsell mediocre chocolate and subpar rom-coms. Right?
“I know, I know.” There really wasn’t much more you could say beyond that. Not after the two of you had painstakingly broken down every detail of this very scenario just last night. During which time you also managed to consume several bottles of wine.
You’d been all up in your feelings from the moment you’d arrived at your best friend’s house. And Sara had spent a good hour sitting with you on her living room floor, gently rocking you back and forth while you quietly sobbed into her sweater.
Andy hated it when you cried. But when you did, he was always so good at using his big body to comfort you – to calm you down. He’d been the one that you’d really wanted last night. You’d been so tempted to call him, even before the alcohol had started flowing.
However, all your girls had said “no”. And when they couldn’t get you to listen to reason, they’d instructed Sara to remove the temptation by swiping your phone and hiding it away. At the time you’d been highly upset. But now you were grateful for their interference. Because this was something you had to do.
Provided that you could make yourself stick with the fucking plan.
“Are you in yet?” Sara asks, her voice briefly snapping you back into the present.
“I am. I–I’m just gonna leave it on the table. Along with the muffins.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace for the sound you’re pretty sure is about to viciously assault your eardrums in three…two…one…
Here it comes.
“YOU BOUGHT HIM FUCKING MUFFINS?!” She screeches, her tone rife with stunned exasperation. “Are you being serious right now?!”
Yes, you did that. It didn’t seem right to just drop the note and run. At least not without leaving a little something else to go with it, apparently in the form of cinnamon spice crunch.
“Don’t judge me, bitch. This shit is hard enough as it is.” You growl into the receiver, setting the box of delicious smelling baked goods onto his kitchen counter. “I just wanna make sure he has something to tide him over until we – until we, um…” Gripping the edge of a chair, you force yourself to take a series of deep breaths.
“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” Your friend immediately backpedals. But it doesn’t matter. It’s not like you can hear her anyway over the sound of the distant roaring in your ears. “I know this is hard, honey. But you’ve got to pull it together.”
This whole thing was making you feel ill.
Fuck! Like it or not, she was right. The last thing you wanted to do was start crying again. Because you knew if you allowed yourself to break down here, it would be impossible to stop. And that’s exactly where you could not afford to let Andrew Stephen Barber to find you right now.
Standing in the middle of his kitchen, openly crying. Desperately wanting to be held by the one man who had the power to shatter you into a million glittering pieces with nothing more than a simple touch.
And while that might seem a bit dramatic, it also didn’t make it any less true. Which meant that you needed to get out there, fast. You couldn’t allow yourself to forget that you really did have somewhere else to be. Standing up straight, you tuck Andy’s house key into the folded up piece of paper and then place it on top of the muffins.
Time to go.
Turning on your heel, you make a beeline for the exit. Hopefully you’d feel better once you were on the road. As you leave, you make a mental note to worry about everything else later. Until then, you just had to focus on the now.
“Fuck!” You hiss as the door slams closed behind you.
“What? Is Andy home? Did he –” You cut her off, feeling frustrated even as the sickly-sweet taste of regret threatens to claw its way up your throat.
“No. I just forgot to grab that stupid fucking album is all.” With a huff, you jog over to your car. “And it’s not like I can go back in for it or anything since I left him his key. Fuuuuck!” You close the driver’s side door before turning on your vehicle and putting it in gear.
“Girl, who gives a shit!” Sara snorts, clearly relieved that your activities weren’t interrupted. “Look at it this way, whether you like it or not, you just gave that ungrateful bastard something to remember you by.”
Good point, Sara. That’s exactly why she had been designated as your emotional support person for this entire emotionally draining escape.
“True.” Time to focus on the road. If traffic cooperated, you had just enough time to get yourself to your next destination without risking getting a ticket.
Not that that mattered much anymore. The days of anyone giving a shit about your potentially reckless activities were most likely a thing of the past. Oh well. You looked forward to no longer having to stock up on aloe. Yeah, the price of that stock was about to go way down.
A tiny giggle bubbles up, escaping before you can stop it.
“Are you okay, Y/N? I know that was rough back there, but I really think you did the right thing. Plus, I’ve been updating everyone on the group chat, and they all agree.” You resolve to check the thread later so that you can provide everyone with an update.
See that Andy Bear? This whole damned thing had been workshopped from start to finish. You can’t possibly accuse me of being impulsive now. You let out another burst of laughter, this one sounding a touch more hysterical than the last.
“Also, Rhea really wants to know where you got those friggin’ muffins…”
“Tell her I’ll message her with the name of the bakery later.” You merge onto the highway as you head towards downtown. “Thanks for all your help today, Sara. Couldn’t have done it without you girls.”
“Hey boo – you know we love Andy’s fine ass. We just happen to love your ass a hell of a lot more. Now drive safe and text us when you land.” You know she’s telling the truth. All of your girls were pretty darn fond of your man, but you were their girl first. And their loyalty was to you.
Something for which you were exceedingly grateful.
“You got it – talk soon.”
You end the call before settling in for the remainder of the drive. Not wanting to be alone with your thoughts, you quickly decide to turn on the radio – only to be surprised when Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together” begins playing over the speakers.
“Wow.” You whisper with a shake of your head. “That is so not fair.”
Sometimes the gods possessed a real fucked up sense of humor.
Your bottom lip quivers as the lyrics hit home, hot tears blurring your vision. You let out an audible sniffle before dashing at them with your sleeve. But you don’t change the station. And you no longer try to stem the flow. Instead you finally give yourself over to the pain that was your heart breaking – piece by piece.
You’d talk to Andy in a couple of weeks. He’d give you space. He’d give you time. And if he didn’t want to work things out when it was all said and done…then you would have to find a way to live without him. And you would find a way.
But first, you had a plane to catch. And then you were gonna get yourself a margarita and – no – scratch that.
Make that a bottle of tequila.
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Five hours later…
Andy shoulders his way into his house from the garage, absentmindedly toeing off his shoes as he sorts through his mail.
Bill. Bill. Junk. A Postcard from his Dentist. Another bill. And more junk.
With a grunt, he tosses the stack of unwanted papers onto the table. And then he spies the pink box resting on the counter. A smile curves its way across his handsome lips when he realizes that you must’ve stopped by at some point during the day.
But he does find it rather odd that you wouldn’t have let him know. Sure, it was Valentine’s Day, but the two of you weren’t supposed to get together until this weekend.
Still smiling, Andy makes his way over to the box of treats, humming a little tune as he goes. While he had a feeling something was going on with you lately, he’d simply chalked it up to stress. But he also knew that once he got you in his bed and settled himself between those gorgeous thighs, it was only a matter of time before he’d have you speaking in tongues…
Which would hopefully lead to you spilling your pretty little guts. So that he could finally try to fix whatever it was that kept making you seem so sad.
He picks up the note, his head tilting to the side as he tries to make sense of the meaning behind your interesting dessert choice. Confused, he decides to read your message. With a sigh, he unfolds the piece of paper. Only to be caught off guard when a key falls out and onto the surface below, the sharp clatter making him jump.
“What the fuck?” He snarls as his eyes quickly scan the tear-stained piece of paper. “No. Oh no, baby girl…fuck no…”
He could not fucking believe what he was reading.
Andrew grips the edge of the counter as his legs threaten to give out underneath him. However, it’s not until the fourth reread that it all finally clicks into place.
You'd just tried to break-up with him. On fucking Valentine’s Day of all fucking days. But if you thought that leaving him a “Dear John” letter and a box of muffins before running off to god-knows-where was going to be the end of it, then well…the joke was on you. Because there was no way in hell he was ready to let you go. At least not without one hell of fight.
"Alright." A dark chuckle escapes as he crumples the note in fist. Part of him wished that he still carried a lighter so that he could go outside and burn your fucking letter. “But make no mistake, sweetness, we’re not done here.”
However, Andrew Barber could be patient until he saw you again. He’d give you a couple days to get your mind right. But when he found you – and he would – he wasn’t going to stop until he had you back in his life and in his bed, right where you fucking belonged.
You could count on that shit.
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Hiya! I sent a request earlier but i dont know if it sent in because i had bad wifi- so please ignore this if it sent in- (so sorry for the repeat) but i found your blog and you write the best luke Castellan fics ive ever read!! Could i request a Luke Castellan x Reader where reader is Percy’s older sibling? Like reader has been in the hermes cabin as an unclaimed since they came to camp with luke thalia annabeth and grover- so theyve gotten used to it but then percy gets there and they get claimed at the same time as him but they get upset because they feel like they were only claimed because the gods want to use them and they dont want to move into a big empty cabin with some kid they dont know? Thank you thank you thank you!!
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Luke Castellan thinks that he may come to regret this.
He’s sitting on the roof of the Hermes cabin, his favorite spot to get away from the noise currently roiling somewhere below him. Luke loves the people in Cabin Eleven, his half-siblings on the godly side and those who don’t have a true immortal parent to call their own. Not one they know, at least. That has always bothered him and likely always will.
Despite the fun of those good kids all decked out in orange t-shirts, gleeful grins, and bitter stares, the sound of all that teenage rage and rebellion can get to just about anyone. Curfew was already called, but the cleaning harpies won’t be around for a while, so Luke dares to stay out of doors for a few moments more.
The shadows shift in Luke’s periphery, and suddenly he’s alone no longer. Luke turns to see the intruder, letting the cool breeze guide him to the figure moving towards him in the semidarkness. Once he’s determined that he’s not about to be attacked, or at least not by an unfriendly face, he looks out towards the front of the cabin once more.
Luke closes his eyes, letting the creaking of wooden timbers and soft rhythm of footsteps tell him that his visitor is taking a seat next to him. Luke will answer their unspoken question soon enough, will carve out parts of him to make the other whole, but for now he lets himself bask in the blissful darkness of no one needing him for anything quite yet.
It is still here, it is quiet. The late hour must be getting to the Hermes kids below him; even the most rambunctious youth are murmuring about sleep and wanting to be silent for the time being. Luke can hear the insects whispering in the woods, the click of pincers, the swoosh of grass far below him. Luke knows what’s coming, but gods, if he doesn’t hate himself for wanting it so much.
Someone asks, “Can I come in?” Luke does not refuse. Does he ever?
It started earlier, all of this. Of course it did. Theirs is not a world of mere beginnings and endings. The past feeds the future, the present serves the past. You cannot pull one singular thread from a tapestry and expect to see the whole story.
Luke Castellan is used to people arriving unannounced to the Hermes cabin. Rarely has it been a place for solely his half-siblings, if it ever truly was. No, Hermes was the jack of all trades, so his home by extension must be the same as well. The bunks are always crowded, the floor always taken up by sleeping bags and curled forms of people who will never know who they truly are.
It used to make Luke mad. It still does, but that anger has been tainted with something else, a sort of grim sadness that tells him the bad times will just keep coming and coming. Every day, more unclaimed kids are sent here. If you get furious over every new arrival, the hate will never let you go. Sometimes, that’s more tempting than it should be.
There’s one unclaimed soul that Luke has never minded, though, and that would be Y/N L/N. They first came to camp a couple of years ago; no one knows when for sure, not even Luke or Y/N. Such details of such seemingly inconsequential arrivals are rarely written down in the great history books. Claimed kids have always been more important, especially those children of the more important gods. Some shadow of another indecision will just be given a camp t-shirt, a weapon, and an empty promise that they might, at some point, grow to know who they are.
So the Hermes cabin gained another soul to beat against its walls like a moth trapped inside past dark, who cares. Luke did. He still does, because Y/N wasn’t just another unclaimed demigod, they were his best friend. They plot late into the night about how they’d fix this place if they were ever in charge. Half of the scars on Luke’s sides are from all the times they were sparring together and Y/N managed to get through his defense. Luke heals some of those wounds with nectar or ambrosia, but not all. A couple are alright, to remind him of how much he’d bleed and die for Y/N if he ever got the chance.
They made a damn good team, anyone could see that. The jaded son of Hermes and the bitter unclaimed half-blood, the two people no one crosses, the only ones capable of pulling the other out of their own heads. Luke never knew what it was like to need someone until he met Y/N. He risked his life with Thalia, of course, he protected Annabeth, but he needs Y/N to breathe, to keep going. There are people who would despise such weakness, but Luke is not one of them. Not yet, at least. Not ever, so long as he’s in control of his own mind.
When Luke thinks about how much he hates the gods, when he drives himself half insane because of all the times the demigods needed their immortal parents and the gods never even bothered to claim them, he thinks about Y/N first of all.
He’s seen them cry a thousand tears for a parent that will never want them back, a sense of belonging that will never be theirs. Luke pulled Y/N close a hundred times, whispered a million worlds, and let his heart break in unison with theirs. They’ll get their revenge someday. Y/N will have their home, and even if that only ever ends up being Luke, it will be enough.
And then, all of a sudden, he wasn’t the end all, be all, of Y/N’s existence. A boy came to camp, sea-green eyes wide with shock and fear. His hair was dark, his conscience clean, and although Luke didn’t have a concrete reason to hate him, he did so anyway. Percy Jackson doesn’t know it yet, but he’s ruined everything.
The evidence was there soon enough. Capture the Flag has always been a favored pastime of the Camp Half-Blood demigods– who doesn’t love a chance to swing swords at your friends and enemies, then risk your neck in an attempt to wrangle victory and bragging rights in one go? Luke and Y/N have always made the best co-captains, and this time is no exception.
This time, though, Percy was on their team too, as another unclaimed kid stuck in Hermes cabin. Percy was the one who mysteriously has to face down a hellhound that somehow got into camp. No one looked to Luke as a source of the monster. No one suspected him. He made sure of it.
The result, though, he hadn’t counted on that. Percy is claimed, but the Jackson kid isn’t the only one with a glowing symbol hovering above their head. No, Luke looks to his side and realizes that Y/N, too, has been claimed. Y/N is a child of Poseidon as well. Looks like the god of the sea is only interested in claiming his children when he can multitask and get multiple at once, like checking off bothersome items on a to-do list.
Now is not the time for jokes, though. Y/N stares at him, eyes wide and reflecting the blue-green glow of being claimed, and Luke knows that it’s all over somehow. This is the sign Y/N’s been waiting for all this time, but it means that they’ll have to go to Poseidon’s cabin forever now, and just like that, all of their memories have come to a sudden halt.
They’re not done, of course. They’ll still be at the same camp, but nothing will ever truly be the same. No more of those late nights curled up together, whispering promises of a better future. No more working together on every cabinwide game or activity. No more eating meals together and exchanging jokes over bites of food. There is an immortal wedge driven between them now, as high and insurmountable as Luke has ever seen.
Y/N knows all this, and they look just as thunderstruck as he feels. Y/N looks like they want to run, and if it weren’t for the fact that the entire camp has now gathered around the two children of the sea god, Y/N might try it, too. Instead, they just stand there, staring at Luke like they’re hoping for a lifeline.
There’s nothing Luke can do, even if he hates himself for it. Instead, he sinks to one knee like the others, but he keeps his head up, eyes on Y/N until they’re physically separated by Chiron leading Percy and Y/N away. After that, Luke is left to stumble back home by himself, wondering why it hurts like a blade pierced between his ribs to notice that Y/N’s things have already been gathered and removed from the Hermes cabin.
Y/N and Percy sit by themselves at dinner that evening, as per tradition. Luke has never known Y/N to have a problem talking to people; seats by them are highly coveted at every meal, but you wouldn’t know that now. Y/N sits up perfectly straight, spine resolute and unflinching. Percy musters up the occasional effort to ask a question or two, but Y/N answers everything in monosyllabic words, making it clear that they want nothing to do with him.
Luke doesn’t get a chance to talk to them until the next day. Ever since the hellhound incident, Chiron has recommended that teams of demigods with more sword experience under their belts go search the woods for more monsters, just in case. Luke isn’t going to tell anyone that they don’t have to worry about that, obviously, but he isn’t about to pass up a chance to see Y/N.
He chooses Y/N as his patrol partner and they set out into the forest in search of certain death. Luke side eyes Y/N as they go, unable to stop himself from searching for clues that they’ve always been a child of Poseidon. Now that he thinks about it, they’ve got this familiar scent of salt and sea air, or a bit of wildness in their eyes that could only ever remind Luke of the untamed ocean. Then again, it could just be Poseidon amplifying those qualities in his elder child, trying to make it seem as if Y/N had his blessing all along. It wouldn’t surprise Luke if that were the case.
It doesn’t take long for Y/N to catch onto what he’s trying to do, though. “Spot any drastic differences in my appearance?” They ask, one brow raised, “what, did the old man dye my hair blue to match the waves?”
Luke snorts. “I don’t think anyone would be foolish enough to try that, even a god.”
Y/N laughs along with him, but their smile fades soon enough. “So? Am I completely and utterly different now that I’ve been claimed? All this time of waiting for it, surely something should have changed.”
Luke shakes his head decisively. “You’re still Y/N in every way.”
“No kidding,” Y/N says bitterly, “it’s because I was never important to Poseidon. Not really. He was already going to claim Percy and felt bad, so he got me too. He probably wants a pawn, someone he can sacrifice instead of Percy and feel appropriately big-hearted about it.”
Luke can’t say he’s surprised to hear Y/N so upset. It can’t feel good, knowing that the only reason your godly parent finally noticed you was because of someone else. “He could have done it so much earlier. The fact that he waited this long to claim you isn’t great, to say the least.”
Y/N’s lips curl with a sneer. “No, it’s just fantastic. I gave up on him, you know? Sometimes I liked to pretend that my claiming might happen, but we all knew the truth. I accepted my fate as an unclaimed demigod forever, and just when I was finally appreciating it, he goes and does this to me. Now I have to spend the rest of my days in this empty, gloomy cabin with a kid I don’t even know. I feel closer to the other Hermes kids and they’re not even my family. Hell, they are my family, just not by the godly side, but for some reason that pales in comparison with some stranger from Manhattan.”
Luke reaches out an arm to pull Y/N closer by their shoulders. “You’re not done with us Hermes kids, obviously. Cabin Eleven is still yours, even if you’re no longer unclaimed. If you get sick of Jackson, we’d be glad to have you back.”
“Even though you need all the empty space you can get?” Y/N asks doubtfully.
“Well,” Luke says as casually as he can, “we mainly just tell that to the others to scare them off. You’re one of us, Y/N.” He pauses, then forces out the last bit in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “You’re the only one I want there with me. I miss you.”
Y/N looks up at him, eyes soft. “I miss you too.”
“It’s stupid, though, isn’t it?” Luke mutters, “we’re at the same camp, I can see you whenever.”
“It’s not the same, though,” Y/N muses, “I might take you up on that offer, though. Just warning you.”
“I look forward to it,” Luke promises.
They talk for a while longer about sword fighting practice and demigod rivalries and other nonsense. Even after they go back to their respective activities, though, Luke can’t fight a pang in his chest. Y/N isn’t his anymore, not in the way that they used to belong to each other in a way that only misfits do. He’s Hermes, they’re Poseidon, and times will never be the same again.
Luke has always liked the relentless babble of the Hermes cabin, but today is a different story. Instead of washing away his troubles on an endless stream of chatter, it only serves to grate against his nerves. Luke waits until no one is watching, then pulls himself out of a nearby window and up to the roof in one swift movement. No one sees him go, no one will follow. At last, he can be alone.
Or, he’s alone until someone touches down on the roof. Luke sits there, legs swinging over the edge, and shuts his eyes. He can stretch this moment out into infinity while he’s waiting for Y/N to cross the roof to sit next to him. The goodbyes never come if the hellos never do, either.
Y/N places their hand on his shoulder, warm and steady as always. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” Luke murmurs back. As if he would ever let them go.
The lights are off when he slips inside once more. It’s a blessing, as no one notices Y/N follow him in. Hermes kids are usually quiet, best at sneaking around. It’s a trait Y/N has clearly picked up from him. Luke tries not to let it go to his head. Usually, he hates any evidence that his father has impacted him in some way, but for some reason he doesn’t mind it in Y/N.
It’s quiet in the cabin, so this is no time for conversation. Instead, Luke makes his way over to his bunk, holding out his arms for Y/N to join him. The night passes in the same fashion as many before it: the two of them intertwined like thread, heads against shoulders and legs together. Y/N falls asleep first, but Luke stays awake a while longer, cursing this world for not giving him what he needs to live through it in peace.
This is the beginning of the end, he thinks. He thought that maybe getting claimed would ease Y/N’s anger, but it only ignited it. That makes Luke furious in turn. If the gods are only going to use Y/N as a pawn, well, Luke will clearly have to stop them before they try anything of the sort. None of the immortals care about their children, but Luke does. Luke always will.
He makes himself a promise before his eyes shut that night, even swears it on the River Styx. Their revenge will come. The gods will know their names, and not just as tools to claim when the time is right. Luke will make the Olympians do right by him, by Y/N, by all of them. They have no idea what’s coming.
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