#this made me laugh so hard i got conditioner in my eye :(
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Mine
Summary - Cassian always gets a little riled up when he gets to fight for your honor.
Warnings - Blood, smut, focus on reader and Cassian's differences physically, reader is thick because it felt right, oral (female receiving), Cassian going to pound town.
A/N - based on this post and our comments from @loneliestluvr I refuse to apologize for how quickly this became smut.
Being mated to the Lord of Bloodshed was never easy, especially as an illyrian female blessed to have found him before your wings were taken. “Sorry,” you whispered as he flinched. You had got to the cut on his eyebrow, wiping it down as gently as you could.
Cassian was covered in blood. A mix of his own and another male's who had not known you were claimed by the male sitting in front of you. “You okay?” He had his eyes shut as you took care of him, content under the feel of your soft hands.
“You're the one who ended up in a fight with 6 other males and walked away. I should be asking you that.” You gently reset and healed his nose, silently thanking the Mother for such a useful gift.
Everything about you two had been so perfectly planned. The skilled warrior. Loud, personable, quick on his feet. Then you, the talented healer. Intelligent, shy, soft spoken. You were balanced perfectly. A match truly made by the Gods. You continued wiping the blood from him, ensuring he would not have to change the water multiple times once you got him bathed and stepped away before offering him your hand.
It was another contrast between you two and Cassian's absolute favorite. Your soft manicured hands, his rough and calloused ones. He laced your fingers together, pretending to allow you to pull him up at he stood. “I'm fine, baby. You should see the other guys.” He smiled at his own joke, walking into the bathroom of the cabin. “Are you going to undress me too?”
“Absolutely.” You were graceful with buckle, each tie, gently pulling armor and fabric from his body until it sat on the vanity nearby. Habit took over as you folded it all, putting the clothing into baskets to be cleaned before turning back to the god in fae form behind you.
The moan Cassian released as he sunk into the warm water had your thighs clenching. You watched his head fall back as lavender scented steam came from the tub and as his shoulders fell in relaxation. “Can I wash your hair?” He groaned again at the thought, smiling as you sat behind him with the soap. “Need to show you my love and appreciation for protecting me.”
He gave a breathy laugh, shutting his eyes in bliss as you began massaging shampoo into his wavy locks. “I will always protect you, y/n. Always. You are mine.”
“I am,” he growled at your agreement, his need to possess you was high. Illyrians had always been more feral with their bonds, and you absolutely allowed him to enjoy the primal tendencies that came with it. “I will always be yours. In this life and the next.” You began rinsing his hair, ensuring every spec of blood and dirt was out before applying a deep conditioner.
“Lean forward so I can wash your back, Cassian.”
“I don't deserve you,” he was drifting off under your touch, enjoying the feeling of you kneading sore muscles as you lathered his scarred skin with a soft scented soap. “Could you get my wings?”
You leaned in, whispering in his ear. “I planned on getting them once I got you fully cleaned and the water changed.”
“Fuck that,” Cassian forced you over, pulling you in thin night gown and all before ripping it off of you. His lips were on yours and hungry. He was grabbing your hips, loving their plushy feel. “Want you now.”
“Cass, this water is disgusting.”
His head hit the tub with a thud. “Fine. Fine. It's fine.” He was, in fact, not fine. You could feel how hard he was. His length was pressing into your stomach. “I just need you. You know how I get when you take care of me.”
You were washing him again. Cleaning off his chest and face, scrubbing his arms. He was memorized by you by your body. He remembered learning about the Gods of old from Rhysand's mother, and you had to have been crafted by the goddess of love. It was another contrast. His rock-hard body, toned and cut from years of training. Your soft body, curves landing in all the right places, thighs so thick you genuinely worried when you sat on his face.
He lifted you with little effort when he knew he was clean, climbing out of the water with his lips attached to the point on your neck that drove you wild. “Done waiting,” he carried you to the bedroom, sucking that spot until he knew a deep purple mark would form.
He threw you down on the bed, not caring that it would soak the sheets and mattress as he watched your full breasts bounce. When he was like this, you knew you were in for a ride. Knew that headboard wouldn't be enough to keep you in place as he pounded into you over and over again, only content when he had ensured you were filled and would smell like him and sex for weeks. He was studying you like you were his prey, waiting to pounce at just the right time.
He found it as you shifted, laying down more on the pillows like the queen he knew you were. He did not bother kissing your lips again. Instead, it was him instantly pulling your legs over his shoulders and licking your already soaked core. Your hands shot to his hair, moans ripping through your throat. He was eager tonight. So damn eager.
“Cassian,” he hummed against you, looking up through hooded lust filled eyes. “Slow down.”
He shook his head, not even letting your clit out of his mouth as he did. “Baby, I'm going to cum if you don't go slower.” His brows shot up and a smirk formed. It spoke of every intention he had, you would not leave this bed, not without him carrying you.
Every flick of his tongue, every long drag, the soft kisses all had you melting further Into the mattress as your nerves came to life. Cassian was as calculated in bed as he was on a battlefield. Everything was precise, done with intention, and meant to fulfill his goal. His forearm went against your hips, locking you in place at his mercy.
He could feel every wave of pleasure from you shooting down that sacred and special bond. He could sense the moment you fell. Your fingers tightened on the sheets, your back arched, it was silence before the scream. Between your own pleasure, you could feel his pride leaking down the bond. Pride with how easily he could pull you apart with nothing more than his tongue. Pride over the way your body was so easily his.
He only pulled away when you began to whimper and push, but he was instantly crashing his lips on yours as he kicked off his pants. His forehead went to yours once you were both breathless. Those Hazel eyes you melted in the gaze of were feral and dark with desire. In one smooth motion with no warning, Cassian was inside of you with one single word, “Mine.”
There was no split second of calm before the storm, no moment to catch your breath after he took it from you. Cassian began to pound into you, hitting that perfect spot and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving small marks to join the littering scars and cuts from his earlier fight. “Mine,” the growl was deep, an ancient part of him almost begging for affirmation of the word.
“Yours,” you moaned out for him, back arching as your stomach tightened. “All yours.” Cassian's arm went across your back, hand roughly gripping your hips he could force you to move exactly how he wanted.
You could hardly breathe, mind lost to anything but Cassian. Your mate. Your everything. You could feel him down the bond, feel him getting closer with each squeeze and twitch of your walls. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of his groans and you whispering and moaning his name like a prayer to some long forgotten God. “So fucking beautiful,” his free hand forced your head up, forcing you to watch as his cock slid in and out of your core, soaked in your essence. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me mark this pretty perfect pussy as mine.”
You couldn't help but to moan, feeling that edge approaching faster and faster with his. “Cassie.”
“Do it. Cum on my cock, baby.” He let you go limp below him, placing your head back on the pillows gently as he did. Wave after wave of need and pleasure washed over you, blinding your senses to anything but the feel of Cassian filling you as you Came around him. He fucked you through the high before finally finishing, not even bothering to pull out and opting to instead hold your hips so close to his you could not even tell where he began and you ended.
When he finally let you go, he barely caught himself before collapsing on top of you as his exhaustion hit him. You could help but place soft kissed along his face. His scarred brow and lip, his nose that you'd reset and healed so many times, his jaw. You finally sighed with one last lingering kiss directly on his full lips as he smiled. “That was faster than I hoped it would be.”
“Always is when you fuck me after fighting.”
“Always yours.”
He kissed your neck softly on the mark he made, whispering one last time. “Mine.”
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speaking of baden baden shower scene...... shower makeouts drabble mayhaps? 😇 hand on throat laughing giggling dripping wet and all
this kind of domestic shit is what i live for 😩
word count: ~650
swann strikes me as the type to revel in quiet intimacy. spending the evening reading aloud to you, allowing you to watch as he rehearsed his lines, idle sunday afternoons spent lazing in the Parisian sun, and, naturally, sharing the occasional shower.
it’d be late in the evening, shortly after he got home from a script reading. you were already in the shower, shampoo suds dripping from your hair when you hear the bathroom door softly push open. you don’t have to look when the sound of a tired sigh follows, just barely audible over the water hitting the tiled walls.
you only turn when you hear the shower curtain pull back, a thick screen of steam emitting from your cocoon of heat.
it’s mundane, natural, the way he slips in under the shower head. his eyes close with a small groan as hot water saturates his scalp. you smile to yourself. your hands are gentle when they reach his hair, fingers threading through the soaked strands to make sure no spot is missed.
“that feels nice.” swann’s alto voice made your smile widen.
you lathered a dollop of shampoo into your palms before massaging it against his scalp. “you should let me cut your hair,” tone playful as you bring the hair atop his head to stand upright. “i’m sure a nice buzz would suit you.”
his eyes peek open with a grin. “come near my hair with scissors and you’ll be the one walking away with a nice bowl cut.”
you pout, mimicking the act of cutting off a large portion of his hair with your fingers. “just a little off the top, something fresh.”
he leaned in closed, making your elbows rest on his shoulders as his hand trailed from your cheek to your neck. his lips ghosted over yours, his fingers tickling the sensitive flesh of your jaw as he whispered, “only if you let me cut yours first.”
you bite your lip, the action causing it to tease against his ever so slightly. for a moment, all that could be heard was the pelting water hitting swann’s back and part of the wall. then, without warning, you feel his tongue dart out to poke your mouth.
your hand instinctively covers the offense, a loud laugh coming from you as you gawk at him. he only wore a smug smile, chuckling lightly as he began to rinse out his hair.
“threaten to cut my beautiful hair again, and it’s going in your nose next time.”
you use your hand to splash a minuscule amount of water in his face, your expression scrunched up in revulsion, “you’re disgusting.”
a hand on your naked waist pulls you against him and back under the stream of hot water. he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. it quickly escalates until his tongue is prodding against yours, quiet moans slipping from you when you feel his hand roam to your neck again. this time he keeps it there, adding the slightest bit of pressure to keep your head still.
eventually you break the kiss, smiling to yourself. teasing lilt still playing on your tongue, you giggle through your words, “perhaps i should shave you bald.” you braced yourself, rushing out the next, “the world deserves to see mr. arlaud’s shiny bald head! hey!” you cry out with a laugh when you feel a mouthful of recycled shower water hit your face and chest. “you’re so nasty!”
he’s laughing just as hard. his hand takes your shoulder and your back is against the tile wall as he nips at your jaw. “if i go bald, you’re going bald with me.”
“deal,” you giggle back. your hands are on his chest as you give him another short kiss. “now let me rinse out my conditioner. you’re hogging all the water.”
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May Prompts (13) Laugh
The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 13)
Summary: Rosie gets a surprising gift from her parents. Later, she surprises her Papa by proposing an interesting experiment.
Thirteen Years Old
I’d wanted one for a long time, but for some reason I’d given up hope, so you can imagine my surprise, when I opened the box Papa handed me.
“But it’s not my birthday yet,” I protested more out of courtesy than actual refusal.
“You need it now, and your birthday is months away. Think of it as a gift in advance if you must,” Papa said impatiently.
That should’ve given it away, but I was so taken aback, and my brain cells probably weren’t at their brightest. The box was heavy and by the look in Papa’s eyes, it was clear that this wasn’t just a tiny thing, but something grand and important.
“Open it before Papa combusts,” Dad suggested with amusement.
Papa huffed and urged me to unwrap the damn box.
“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Dad asked when I’d peered into the now open box.
I had become mute, and apparently also adopted Papa’s way of reacting when something unexpected and sentimental was bestowed upon him - rapid blinking.
“Fine,” I whispered and finally looked up at my expectant and slightly worried parents.
I placed the box with utmost care on the table and fell into Dad’s waiting arms.
“You liked it then?” he inquired.
“Of course!” I exclaimed. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
I kissed his cheek and turned to Papa. His arms embraced me hard.
“Thank you, Papa. I should’ve realised, but I got distracted,” I murmured against his chest.
“You’re welcome, Bee. I’m glad you liked it. You’ll need it the next couple of weeks with that science project of yours, and after that…well, I’m sure we can find some use for it.”
The gift was of course my very own microscope. A professional one like Papa’s. I’d tried his numerous times but having my own meant that I didn’t have to wait for Papa to finish using his. The things I missed were a Bunsen burner, flasks, beakers, tongs and so on, but I gathered that I would be allowed to borrow what I needed under supervision. I was already equipped with safety goggles, gloves and a thick apron.
Papa had a whole lab set up down in 221C, which he used for his fouler smelling and toxic experiments. I knew I wasn’t allowed down there when one of them was ongoing, but hopefully I could persuade him to let me in if I was cunning enough.
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In the weeks following my science project, I collected the items I wanted us to examine together. I had no idea if Papa already had studied this and made a spreadsheet like he usually did with things concerning the residents in 221 Baker Street. Truth be told, it was likely that he had, but I decided it was worth a try.
“I have a request,” I said after breakfast a rainy Saturday morning.
It would peak Papa’s interest if I used more adult language, instead of just blurting out: I want to do this and that.
“Pray tell.”
I had to try hard to keep my poker face intact when Papa’s eyes beamed at me from across the kitchen table.
“I know I’m not normally allowed downstairs, but I’ve noticed that there’s no ongoing experiments at the moment.”
I waited for Papa to respond, but he just narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, indicating that I should continue.
“Could we perform an experiment together?”
Dad cleared his throat.
“Nothing dangerous,” I hurried to assure him. “Just…come up to my room and see for yourselves.”
My courage was about to evaporate, but I straightened my shoulders and soldiered on. I added a please for good measure, and we all went upstairs.
I had placed everything on my desk. Zip bags with hair samples, threads from our clothes and fingernails, (alright, the latter was a bit disgusting, but at least it wasn’t toenails). In the petri dishes, I had collected our different shower gels, shampoos, conditioners and hair products. Sadly, Nana used hair spray, so there would be a gap in my spreadsheet.
“What do you think?” I asked expectantly. “We can compare…”
“Rosamund Watson-Holmes, you are brilliant!” Papa exclaimed, quite elated, laughing like a big child at this wonderful prospect.
“I guess, Christmas came early this year,” Dad added dryly. “Have fun, you mad scientists.”
He still shook his head fondly and I could hear him laugh quietly as Papa and I made our way down to 221C for a weekend of lab work.
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How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: part 2 (chapter 1/?)
Here is part 1, lore
Edit: ao3 link now here
They do go to a library in this chapter so there are a lot of references to books in this chapter. I've read some but not all of them so I can say anything about their quality more than as things that I thought sounded interesting in theory. A lot of the stuff at the library was inspired by my own experiences with public libraries.
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Step 2: Get to know them
Within the next 4 months Jason ran into Danny several more times. Each time becoming more and more enamored with the young man. It was hard not to when he saw how kind and hard-working he was.
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The first time he ran into Danny after their first meeting he actually ran into Ellie first. Well, technically she ran into him but that's beside the point. But if you were gonna get technical about it he heard her little giggles before he saw her.
He had been at the library during some of his downtime to peruse some books and relax. The life of a vigilante crime lord isn't a very peaceful one, go figure. That's why Jason liked taking some time to himself every once in a while whether it was to have tea with Alfred, hang with one of his friends or siblings, or in this case visit Gotham Public Library.
Sure he could've gone to the Manor Library or gotten something online but the Manor was pretty far from the Alley and preferred having physical copies of his books rather than a computer or tablet. Electronics just didn't have that nostalgic book smell or the soft touch of a well-loved page.
Going to the library also came with its own perks. For one, he got to visit Barbie at work. It was always nice to see her as they had this unspoken solidarity between them. The atmosphere was also a plus. There was just something special about being able to be completely solitary yet still have this special connection to the other patrons. Seeing the old man enjoying a novel with his wife, the book club that met on Sundays, the haggard office worker winding down on the weekend with a graphic novel, the young woman teaching herself sign language, the teens goofing off while they were supposed to be studying, a mom reading The Kissing Hand to her kids, all of the various people here for various reasons; all of it made Jason feel like he was a part of something bigger.
He was currently browsing a display of LGBT+ books for young adults that the library had put up for Pride Month. '"Cemetery Boys", "Aristotle and Dante", "You Should See Me in a Crown", "Six of Crows", "Boyfriend Material", "Red, White, and Royal Blue", "Carry On", Oh- "The Song of Achilles" that sounds interesting?'
That’s when he felt a small chill pass behind him. He initially dismissed it as a draft from the air conditioner, but soon after he heard the sound of excited giggles nearby. He didn't think too much of it assuming it was another kid on their way out of the children's section. However, something niggled in the back of his head that this particular giggle was one he was familiar with.
That's when he felt something collide with his leg. He looked down to see a small child with a head of glossy black hair in a red beanie glomping his leg. Suddenly, the child looked up and beamed at him. Jason's eyes lit up with recognition and he laughed.
" Hey there munchkin, how are you?"
Ellie continued to smile, releasing her hold on his leg.
" I'm doing really good Mr. Jason! Daddy told me he didn't have any work today and he said we could go anywhere we wanted! First, we went to the bodega a got these really big breakfast sandwiches! Like really really big! Like the size of my face and we shared! And then Daddy took me to the park and it was really fun! I saw a squirrel there but it ran away before I could pet it! And then we came here and Daddy said we'd make me a library card so I could get whichever books I wanted. He read Oh The Places You Will Go and Where the Wild Things Are to me and then they were gonna have story time and Daddy looked tired from the park so I told him to read one of his space books and rest while I went to story time like a big girl! When story time was over I looked around and saw you so I came over to say hi and thank you for the cookies and food because daddy says we should always say thank you when people give us gifts!"
Damn, the girl sure had one hell of a motor mouth on her. It seemed she and Danny were in the middle of a father-daughter day. It brought a smile to his face to see that she was well taken care of, but based on her very informative rambles, it seemed they were taking care of each other.
" Why don't we go say hi to your dad, huh Elle?"
The young girl gasped, "That's a great idea! Then Daddy can say thank you too! And then you can read with us and come to our house for dinner! Daddy kept saying how he wanted to make something for you too since you made us the-, the- uuh... luz-on-ya and cookies!"
" Whoa there munchkin, how about we just start with hi?"
Ellie nodded with a determined look on her face, she wrapped her little hand around his pointer finger and pulled him along to the semi-secluded corner of the children's section. Sitting there in an armchair next to a small pile of books was Danny, who seemed to be out cold, The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy slipping from his fingers.
'Aah he must be tired from moving in and probably from working too' Jason thought to himself. A smaller voice in the back of his chimed in with its own two cents. ' He still made time for her. He took her out and is spending the whole day with her even though he's tired. He's a good dad.' That's when he made up his mind not to disrupt Danny's nap and let him get some rest before he had to tackle the rest of his father-daughter day with his hyperactive six-year-old. He placed a hand on Ellie's shoulder, stopping her as she was about to shake Danny awake, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
" It looks like you were right about your dad being tired. How about we let him rest for now and I'll say hi another time? Besides I wouldn't want to interrupt your daddy-daughter day now would I?" He started to guide her to a different portion of the library quickly forming a plan, "Hows' bout we do something I think you'll like? Did you know sometimes they bring puppies and kitties into the library?"
The young girl gasped, " REALLY!"
" Yeah, sometimes puppies and kitties can help people who are feeling sad or nervous feel better. They also help teach kids how to act nicely and quietly so that they don't scare animals by letting them read to a puppy or kitty. I can help you sign up to read to a puppy or kitty today if you want? Then afterward, you can go tell your dad and he'll be really proud of you."
The young girl seemed so excited by the prospect that Jason worried for a second that she might explode.
" That's a great idea Mr. Jason! He'll be so proud of me and he'll bring me again! And I'll get so good at not scaring animals that the squirrels in the park will let me pet them! Then, Daddy will be so impressed that he'll let us get our own puppy and Cujo can come live with us!"
Jason winced, perhaps his plan had been a tad too effective. Single parents had a hard enough time keep themselves afloat while looking after their kids, a pet was extra expenses and another commitment to devote time and effort to. Pets were usually out of budget and out of question for anyone living in or near the Alley.
Well, he'd cross that bridge if he ever got to it. For now, he focused on getting Ellie signed up to read to Charlie, the old St. Bernard that was at the library this today. He and the trainer, he squinted reading her name tag, Amanda, supervised the session. Jason would be lying if he wasn't endeared by the sight of a young girl reading Dragons Love Tacos very enthusiastically to a dog nearly twice her size.
" It's nice to see a young father spending time with his daughter."
'I agree' Jason thought before realizing Amanda thought he was Ellie's dad.
" Oh- ah no I'm her -," Jason quickly made up his mind on the least creepy excuse he could find, " -babysitter. Although, her father does make a lot of effort spend time with her."
The dog trainer flushed and apologized for her mistake but Jason waved her off saying it was no big deal. Silently, he wondered how often Danny got time to himself. When he realized what he was thinking he raised an eyebrow at himself before dismissing it as worry for a young parent and wondering how he divided his time to be able to take such good care of his daughter.
Ellie was saying her final goodbyes to Charlie when he got a text from Alfred reminding him he had promised to meet him for tea and some chitchat. Once Ellie returned to his side he let her know that he had had fun seeing her today but that he had to go spend some time with his granddad and that he'd have to say hi to her dad another time. She accepted this with a surprising amount of maturity for a 6-year-old but made him pinky-promise that he'd definitely spend some time with the both of them next time they saw each other. Jason happily accepted and sent her back off to her dad before heading over to the tea shop he and Alfred liked to meet at.
" It is so nice to see you again Master Jason. I'm happy to see arrive in one piece. Usually when you are delayed it is due to some rather -ah, unfortunate hold-ups," Alfred greeted him. He returned the smile, sinking into his seat across from Alfred, ready to unload.
" Not this time Alfie, though it is a bit of a story."
" One I'm sure you'll be pleased to tell me all about," he challenged, raising an eyebrow. Jason just shook his head and chuckled.
" Sure thing Alfie."
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The next time he ran into Danny and Ellie he was at the grocery store.
Jason had been examining a piece of zucchini when he felt a light, cool breeze quickly followed by the sensation of someone walking past him. A lean figure came and stood nearby inspecting the squash. Jason glanced up, having registered a new presence, before doing a double take. A small grin graced his lips as he spoke,
" Well hey there neighbor, didn't expect to see you today."
Danny looked up, slightly startled before he saw that it was Jason. He smiled back and returned his greeting in a warm tone.
" Hey neighbor, I didn't expect to see you either. Honestly, I was hoping we wouldn't meet till I had made a batch of my family's signature fudge to give you as a thank you when we returned your dishes for the food and for looking after Ellie that day in the library."
" Ah~ the little munchkin told you bout that did she?"
" She was pleased to inform me about how she was learning not to scare animals and how Mr. Jason was sooo nice and even pinky promised to spend some more time with her." he teased.
Jason flushed slightly, his hand coming up to the back of his neck,
" Oh yeah, I hope I didn't overstep my bounds there. She just seemed so excited."
" Yeah, that sounds like my little spitfire!" he chuckled fondly. He took a deep breath and continued. " Well if you don't have anything else going on tonight I'd love to have you over. Ellie has really been looking forward to seeing you again and I can whip up some fudge that you can take home with you if you stay for dinner?" Danny seemed to flush at his own forwardness before rushing to continue, " I mean- not that you have to, especially if you're busy! I just- thought it might be nice to get to know my neighbor, especially since Ellie seems to like you so much! But-"
Jason, who had just finished processing the dinner invite, interrupted before Danny spiraled deeper into his nervous rambles. He place a hand on Danny's shoulder to get his attention and spoke,
" Sure. I'd love to come over Danny." He smiled, puffing up his chest, “ Besides, I have a pinky promise to fulfill.”
Danny returned his smile with a laugh, giving Jason's shoulder an embarrassed shove. Jason grinned at having successfully made the other laugh. The two stared at each other for a beat, coming down from their high of making each other laugh, before flushing and looking away. A look of realization passed over Danny's face and he turned to speak to Jason again.
" You probably have your own groceries to finish and put away. How about you come over around 7:30? I can have the fudge cooling in the fridge while we eat, oh which reminds me, you’re not allergic to anything are you?"
Jason smiled back. "7:30 sounds great Danny and no, no allergies as far as I’m aware, though I’m not particularly fond of most shellfish."
“Well alrighty then I’ll see you at 7:30,” Danny confirmed with a smile and rushed off to continue his own shopping.
And that’s how Jason found himself standing outside the Nightingale residence in a casual maroon 3/4 sleeve tee, a dark denim jacket, and some of his nicer trousers with a bouquet of flowers he put a frankly embarrassing amount of thought into. He figured bringing more food wouldn’t be appropriate since he was a dinner guest, dessert wouldn’t fly either as Danny had claimed he’d be making fudge, and wine didn’t seem appropriate with a 6-year-old also in attendance.
‘Come on Jason, it’s just a casual dinner with your neighbors! Normal human interaction, nothing to be nervous about! You can do this!’
Jason took a breath and knocked on the door. He heard a pitched squee followed by a “it’s him daddy!” come from behind the door. Unconsciously, Jason smiled as he heard the door unlocking. As it opened he was met with a cool breeze from within the apartment and the sight of his two neighbors. Danny was in a pale, moss green apron, smudged with what appeared to be powdered sugar, over a pale blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and cuffed jeans. Ellie was dressed in an interesting combo of pink crocs, neon green leggings, a sparkly, powder blue tutu, a white shirt with glittery black script declaring her “Daddy’s little princess”, a denim jacket embroidered with flowers and vines on the back and sleeves, and a plastic tiara with a big purple gem in the middle fixed atop her signature red beanie.
“Hi,” Danny greeted a bit breathlessly. His young daughter stood in front of him beaming up at Jason.
“ Mr. Jason you came!” She bounced excitedly on her heels before launching forward to hug his leg. She tugged at his jacket before pointing to her own, “Look! We match!”
With a smile, Jason got down on one knee and offered the flowers to her, “ And what an honor it is to match with such a beautiful princess! Please, accept these flowers as a token of my goodwill m’lady!”
“Thank you!” The girl giggled, accepting the bouquet and scurrying back into the apartment. Jason watched her go with a smile. He then turned his gaze to look up at Danny who watched the whole interaction with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He met Jason’s gaze and smiled.
“Why don’t you come in too my good sir,” he teased, holding out his hand to help Jason up. Jason smirked at the opportunity Danny had unknowingly presented him. He took Danny’s hand but made no move to get up. Instead, he ran his thumb over the other man’s knuckles and slowly brought the hand closer to his face. He glanced up once more, teal eyes connecting to icy blue ones.
“Of course my dear king,” he whispered. His breath dancing over Danny’s hand, his lips ghosting over his knuckles. Maintaining eye contact, the kneeling man placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, watching a beautiful red flush bloom upon the young man’s face.
‘His hand is cold. His fingers have the beginnings of callouses on them. It feels like his hand was made to fit in mine. This feels right’
Jason is snapped out of his reverie when Danny clears his throat. He coughs into his other hand while trying to hide his blush, averting his eyes in embarrassment. He doesn't withdraw his hand however, allowing Jason to continue to hold it. Jason took that as his sign to get up before this got too awkward.
He rose from the ground still not letting go of the other's hand. The pair stood there for a moment with their hands intertwined, as if a message was being passed through their tingling palms. A charge filled the air with an exhilarating tension. The kind you feel before trying something unfamiliar and new that, unbeknownst to you, will become your favorite.
“So, uh, let’s head in then?” Danny said, slowly withdrawing his hand from Jason’s, almost as if he was reluctant to do so.
“Let’s,” Jason replied and the two turned into the apartment.
Danny had Ellie show Jason to the bathroom so he could wash up as he set the table. He had made grilled squash, a macaroni and beef hotdish, and some Greek salad on the side. The three of them sat at the table making some small talk ( how are they liking it in Gotham, how did the rest of daddy-daughter day go, does Jason have restaurant/activity recommendations, would he like to see Ellie’s favorite model airplane, etc.) and laughing with each other over horrible dad jokes and Ellie’s antics.
Jason could feel his chest fill with an almost unbearable warmth. He would’ve sworn it’d have melted him from the inside out if it hadn’t been accompanied by an overwhelming feeling of joy and desire. The traitorous little whisper in his head returned to comment on how much he’d love to be a part of the Nightingale’s family.
Soon enough it was time for Ellie to head to bed and Jason to head out, lest he be late for patrol.
“Here, I can clear off the table while you put her to bed.”
Danny rushed to stop him despite the young child koala wrapped over his torso. “Oh, you really don’t have to do that. I can-”
“Relax your highness, let me take care of this while you put the princess to bed.” He gave Danny a kind look, hefting up the dirty dishes. Danny returned it with a grateful look and turned to go put his daughter to bed. Over his shoulder, Ellie looked up sleepily and weakly waved one last time saying “Goodnight Mr.Jason” in a small voice.
Jason smiled gently at her and replied, “Goodnight princess.”
He then turned back to his task of clearing the table. Moving the dirty dishes to the sink and the serving dishes to the counter. He figured he’d get started on the dishes while he waited for Danny to return. He let his mind wander as he covered a plate with soapy suds. Danny and Ellie seemed like a good pair of neighbors. He doubted they’d cause him any trouble and if they ever unintentionally did, Jason found himself thinking he’d find it rather easy to forgive them. The two were both so welcoming and full of life. They made Jason feel so happy and peaceful tonight. They welcomed him into their home and made him feel as if they enjoyed his company and wanted him around for more than just a cursory “return the favor” dinner. ‘As If he belongs there. With them.’ The little voice returned, prompting Jason to reel in his thoughts. He’s only known them for what? Two weeks? These weren’t the type of thoughts he should be having at this point. He tried to rationalize it telling himself he just missed the domesticity of family dinners like he had when Catherine was in a good stretch or like he had with Bruce, Dick, and Alfred as kid when they were all getting along. He made up his mind to attend one of the bi-weekly family dinners at the manor coming up. It’d be nice to see the little demon brat, big bird, and nerd bird again now that they were getting along like actual brothers.
“Oh! Jason you didn’t have to do that!” His train of thought broken by Danny rushing over to protest him doing dishes. “You’re a guest! You really didn’t have to-”
“It’s okay Danny, I wanted to,” he reassured the fussing young man who pulled him away from the sink. The young man responded by pushing him out of the kitchen and telling him to grab his jacket before turning back to grab something from the fridge.
And there he stood in the doorway, 20 minutes after he had intended to leave, still saying goodbye. Danny pushed a familiar Tupperware container into his hands, which recognized as the one he had given them lasagna in, now full of dark squares of fudge sprinkled with a bit of white and green on top.
Danny smiled as he handed him the sweets. “A family recipe with my own little twist on it,” he winked. Jason gratefully accepted, wishing the young man well and agreeing that he hoped to see the other again soon. And with that, Jason rushed off hoping that he wouldn’t be late for patrol.
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Later that night Jason returned to his apartment, exhausted. He chucked his helmet off onto the bed and stumbled to his kitchen. He pulled open the fridge in search of something to eat when his eyes landed on the fudge his neighbor had given him. He pulled it out and grabbed a square, giving it a sniff before biting in. His eyes widened at the taste.
The fudge was, well fudgy, but not overly sweet. It had a richness of dark chocolate and a sweeter note from the white chocolate chips mixed in. There were also candied orange peels mixed into it which gave the fudge a bit of chew and acidity to break up the richness. The fudge was topped with pistachios adding a nutty, earthy flavor to the experience. He’s sure that if Martian Manhunter ever tried these he’d accuse Jason of giving him hard drugs. But what Jason liked most of all was the quality only homemade food and family recipes passed down over generations have. He could practically taste the amount of love and thought that went into this fudge.
Jason smiled to himself finishing off his square and decided the save the rest for later. He headed off to bed with a peaceful smile on his face and a warm, full, feeling in his chest.
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I tried very hard to balance out the dialogue and description as well as to not make it too long winded and keep the story moving so please let me know what you guys think. I love receiving feedback so if there is anything you want to see more or less of let me know. I’m also open to suggestions of where Jason should run into our father-daughter pair next.
If anyone's interested here is what the bouquet was comprised of: apple blossom- preference, basil- good wishes, white camellia- you're adorable, goldenrod- encouragement/good fortune, violets- watchfulness/modesty/faithfulness
I actually looked up a real fudge recipe so that I'd have and easier time describing it. You can find it here: https://www.midwestliving.com/recipe/candy/creamy-rich-pistachio-tangerine-fudge
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Hiii!! How are you? Can I ask for a jude request where both the reader and him go on Ridiculousness and it’s just all fluff and jokes, thanks anyway
Hi! You're so sweet for asking me how I am, sending you lots of love <3
I hope you like this imagine and also, I had to look up for "Ridiculousness" so, yeah I found the program.
Okay guys, I just wrote this on my hometown's bar and it's 3:00 am, and I'm finally going home. GOOD NIGHT!!!
A cute evening - Jude Bellingham
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Jude Bellingham x fem!reader
Warnings: none ig
After a horrible year as a student, you knew that your dream of entering Oxford for a degree was disappearing. Having accepted this reality after months debating with your own self, you decided to apply for a university in Spain, this way you would complete your dream of meeting the country and its cities, and you would end up getting that degree (if you worked hard enough) anyway.
Little did she know that the capital of Spain would end up gifting her soulmate. Jude Bellingham was a famous, very well known footballer, he was considered a wonder since he showed his skills from a very young age. Cupid, unexpectedly, reunited that small promising football player “made in Birmingham” with a bookworm and future painter y/n from y/c/n.
Jude and her experienced that type of “love at first sight”, as her cousin named it, they met in a discreet cafeteria, not very far from the Bernabéu. They bumped into each other when she was coming out from the ladies’ restroom and he was looking for the gentlemen's one,
They both shared simple tastes in series and movies, as well as in social media humor, they connected since the first time they laid their eyes on each other and they were building their relationship in the best way they knew. However, they also had their differences but both were mature enough to communicate with each other, and talk about them, instead of giving their love up.
During a hot summer evening at Jude’s house, after a Real Madrid win in La Liga, he invited her to his home, where they spent some nights together. The first night was weird and distant, but little by little, they improved over time. Although the climate outside was almost suffocating, with the air conditioner, the couple was able to cuddle while they laughed out loud together. The videos were hilarious, but soon their laughs calmed down, especially y/n’s, until not a single sound could be heard from her, except her breathing.
Jude found the joke so funny that it was weird for him to not hear laugh about it, who could laugh at any small thing. He looked at her curiously, normally she’d be laughing, and found her sleeping. Her day had been tiring, all night studying, meeting in the morning and lunch with her co-employees’; it was a “complete day”. He slowly moved, trying to not wake her up, and as soon as he got up from the sofa, he quickly went upstairs.
When the bed was ready, Jude went back to the living room to pick her up, her clothes, a casual look, were comfortable enough so he considered them as appropriate to sleep. Once she was in the bed, he picked up a cotton with make up remover to clean up her face, something he noticed that she always did.
Jude wasn’t ready for bed yet, therefore, after leaving a small kiss on her left cheek, he left the room quietly, and made his way to the kitchen to prepare enough food, in case you would wake up.
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Teach Me
4. April
Series Masterlist
“Hey, Jayla has been too nervous to ask you, but do you want to come to her birthday party this weekend?” Jack asked over the phone, his voice raspier than it sounds in person. “We’re just having a few of her friends and family over at the house.”
Ariel smiles softly into her pillow. “I’d love to come to her party!”
“Good. Jayla has been talking about this party nonstop. She would've been upset if you weren’t able to come.”
The late night hour made her feel bold. “And you? Would you be upset?”
She couldn’t help but smile at the soft laughter coming from the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah, you might the one I’m looking forward to being there the most.”
“Good” Ariel said with a smile and cuddled further into the covers. Ariel loved her nightly chats with Jack, each conversation he would share more about himself.
“Don’t tell me you fell asleep on me? Am I that boring?”
She fights to keep her eyes open not wanting to hang up the phone. “No, I’m just resting my eyes.” Ariel protested fighting back a yawn.
“Go to sleep, I’ll stay on the line.” Jack said fondly, his voice luring her to sleep.
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The week came and went and it was officially the day of Jayla’s birthday party and Ariel was ringing the doorbell of a beautiful 2 story home.
She could hear the sounds of kids screaming and laughing. Moments later Jack opens the door with a big smile, stepping aside so that she could walk in. Before she could greet him, Jayla was running up to her. “Miss Love!” she said, hugging her jean clad legs. Crouching down in front of her, she wraps her arms around Jayla giving her a hug. “Happy birthday, Jayla!”
She gives her a huge smile that mirrored her father’s before taking her hand and tugs her through the house. Ariel couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder at Jack, and give him a small wave before following her. She was confused at first when Jayla pulled her into the bathroom.
“What’s wrong, Jayla?”
Jayla motions towards her hair. “Can you redo my hair? Daddy only really knows how to do buns and a ponytail, I want something different!” Jayla said with a small pout, and nervously playing with the KY necklace around her neck.
“Of course, we have to make sure the birthday girl looks the best!” Ariel said without a second thought and patted the stool that was in the bathroom and motioned for Jayla to sit.
Smiling at Jayla in the mirror, she says “ok so how does the birthday girl want her hair?”
Tapping her finger to her chin, “I think I want to wear it down!”
Ariel nodded before adding “Easy enough, how about we do half up, half down? That way you don’t have to worry about hair getting in your face.”
Jayla nodded and clapped her hands in excitement. At her approval Ariel got to work.
Taking her hair out of its ponytail, Ariel grabbed the water bottle from the counter to hydrate her curls, making sure to explain each step. Ariel started separating the coils and curls to make sure she didn’t miss any.
She then grabbed the coconut water leave in conditioner to moisturize the hair. While she turned to grab a hair tie she could see Jayla turning her head back and forth bouncing her curls, making her smile. Ten minutes later Jayla's hair was perfectly half up/half down, with the curls falling down her back, a butterfly clip to match the theme of her party.
Jayla softly touched her hair, smiling wide at herself in the mirror. Turning around she gave Ariel a huge hug. “Thank you soooo much, Miss Love! I love it!”
Hugging her back just as tight, “Anything for the birthday girl! Now, come on, let’s get back to the party!”
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Jack might have gone overboard with the party, but he was finding it hard to care when he saw how happy Jayla was. Usually they would spend birthdays with just the two of them and then the following day they would go to his mothers house to celebrate again, but this year Jayla wanted a party.
Jayla was fascinated with butterflies and wanted that to be a theme. So Jack got to work and searched everywhere he could to find butterfly decorations. He paid way too much money on the butterfly balloon arch that was setup by the dessert table, but the beaming smile on Jayla’s face was worth it.
The party goes well into the afternoon, Jack smiles watching Ariel interact with all his family and friends. With the genuine smiles on everyone's faces he knew they loved her. For some reason, knowing that they loved her took a weight off his shoulders.
While he was more comfortable having the party at his house, there was still a relief when everyone started to leave. After trying to push Urban and his mother out the door, both of which tried to drop hints how much they loved Ariel. He closed the door with a sigh, shoulders finally dropping.
Ariel stayed behind to help clean despite his protest, sweeping and picking up leftover plates and cups. “Hey, you really don’t have to stay behind to help. You’re a guest.”
“I clean up after 15 kids every day of the week. I don’t mind.” Waving away his concerns and throwing more trash in the trash bins.
As Jack helped clean, he couldn’t help but stop and watch how freely she moved around his home. He could see her being a permanent fixture in Jayla and his life. When she arrived and Jayla dragged him away, he managed to find them in the bathroom. The giggles as Ariel did her hair gave them away. Outside of his mother, Ariel was the only woman in Jayla’s life he trusted. He loved that Jayla trusted her enough to ask her to do her hair.
After taking the trash outside he watched as Ariel fussed over Jayla, making sure she put all her gifts away, she did it without a single complaint.
It didn’t take long for them to finish cleaning. Jayla, still in her party dress, was spread out on the couch, nodding off. Jack walks over to lift her up, Jayla’s face pressed into his neck. “I’ll be right back.” He whispers to Ariel who simply nods.
Side stepping all her toys and gifts she received today, he carefully placed Jayla in her bed. She snuggles under the overs as he brushes his fingers across her hair. “Happy Birthday, baby girl.”
Jayla gives him a sleepy smile. “Thank you daddy. I had the best day.”
All he could do was smile at her, before leaning down to press a kiss to her head. Just as he was about to get up to leave the room Jayla spoke again.
“Ariel, read me a story?” She sleepily requested. The use of her first name didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“Let me go ask her, ok?”
Jack walked back down the stairs to the living room, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hands. Ariel gave him a bright smile when she saw him.
“Hey, the birthday girl wants you to read her a story” Jack said leaning against the wall of the entranceway. Jack loved the way her eyes lit up at the request, bounce in her step as she followed him back to Jayla’s room.
His heart begins to feel tight in his chest as he watches Ariel sit on the edge of her bed, just like he would, grabbing a book from her bookshelf.
Jack had never thought about anyone joining their little family. In the last four years, the few dates he’s been on. Nothing fazed him. Content with the way things were. Then walked in Ariel Love. Now all he could think about was her joining their family.
Her voice was soft but animated as she read the book to Jayla. He watches them from the doorway, smile on his lips. He could watch this every night. Ariel’s face warms as she looks up and finds Jack looking at them with a fond smile.
Jayla was fighting to keep her eyes open as Ariel closes the book. She pushes her now wild curbs behind her ear before whispering a goodnight and one last happy birthday. Jayla gives her a sleepy smile.
When Ariel goes to stand up, Jack walks back over saying his own goodnight. Pressing a kiss to Jayla’s head. “I love you.”
Ariel waits for him at the door as Jack checks to make sure Jayla’s night light was turned on, before leaving the room.
As they made it back to the living room, he motions her to the couch. Both letting out quiet sighs as they sit down.
Turning his head to look over at Ariel “Thank you.” Thinking he was thanking her for coming to the party and helping with the cleaning she replied “No, thank you for inviting me. I had the most wonderful time. You have the best friends and family!” Ariel told him with a smile.
He smiled hearing that she loved his family but he shook his head, that’s not what he was thanking her for.
“I meant, thank you for everything you do for Jayla. Today for example, you did her hair today with no questions asked.”
Jack stops her as she tries to wave him off like it was no big deal. Reaching over to grab her hand, so she could focus on him. “It’s a big deal, and seeing you in my home and laughing with my family today made me realize how I don’t want you to leave.”
Ariel looked at him in surprise, butterflies in her stomach. “Really?”
He smiled at the shocked expression on her face. “Yeah, I haven’t dated anyone since Alyssa but I really like you. A lot. You’ve become such a fixture in not only mine but Jayla’s life as well.”
Ariel smiled at that. The moments they’ve shared over the last few months made her want more. She wanted to greedily take everything Jack would give her and more. It scared her how much she wanted to be a part of his and Jayla’s life.
“I like you a lot too Jack. I know you haven’t dated since Alyssa but we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this.”
Jack let out a sigh of relief at hearing her say that, tightening his hold on her hands.
“How are you so…perfect and understanding?”
Her face felt warm again at the statement, “I don’t know about perfect…”
“Well, you’re pretty damn close.”
Ariel just playfully rolls her eyes. “Like I said, let’s take this slow. The school year is over in a couple months, how about we just continue to get to know each other, and go on dates. When the school year is over we can go from there.”
Jack nodded in agreement. The next two months would fly by, as he tugged at her hand lightly, and shifts on the couch to pull her in closer, he knew he wouldn’t need the full two months to decide if this is what he really wanted.
“When’s the last day of school?” He asks her
“June 12th.”
“Going to mark that shit down in my calendar.”
Ariel leans into him with a soft laugh and he smiles. There was no place he’d rather have her be, than in his arms. June 12th can’t come fast enough
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AN: I know I said the last chapter was my favorite but this one might top it just a little. Thank you everyone for all the love you guys show for this series. We only have two chapters left after this one 🫣 As always tell me your thoughtsssss :)
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₊❏❜ ⋮ It's Hot as Hell Tonight
Kinktober Day #3
Prompt: Temperature Play
Character: Chifuyu Matsuno
This Work Contains: fem!reader, temperature play, fingering, ice cube usage, plot (damn me, what did you do?), minor inappropriate use of a popsicle wink wonk
WC: 1,012
Note: oh boy i can't believe "mama said knock you out" by ll cool j sure helped me out with writing this whole thing almost entirely lmao. also damn this is longer than expected??? woah
Taglist: @enchantedforest-network, @fuyuswifey, @omgbigbangtanboys, @awkwardaardvarkforever
You fanned yourself as you let out a long sigh, finding the situation a disaster that was bound to get worse. Ever since you woke up, you were already feeling hot from the sunny weather that wasn’t sparing anyone any mercy. It only got worse when you found out that your air conditioning broke down today of all days. It’s like you were destined to be miserable today.
You heard a knock on the door, confusing you. As far as you knew, you weren’t expecting anyone to show up. When you went to answer the door, you were surprised to see your friend Chifuyu at the door.
Despite your surprised expression, he smiled at you in greeting. “Hey, don’t look so shocked! I came here because I forgot something,” he said, inviting himself into the apartment. The nerve of him!
You scoffed at his comment and the way he entered like he owned the place, “Forgot what?” You asked him, crossing your arms. He would snicker at your serious expression before answering.
“My hoodie that you borrowed, duh,” he teased. “Someone’s in a bad mood today.”
“What do you expect? It’s hot as hell and it’s gonna last day, and my air conditioner broke thanks to the shitty landlord. You showing up out of the blue without warning doesn’t help at all,” you groaned, making him laugh in return.
“No kidding, I’ve been sweating like crazy since this morning. Being here sure makes it worse. Worse case scenario, I may have to strip down,” he joked, making you roll your eyes. Though the thought of him doing so made you feel flustered.
“Sure,” you replied, resisting the urge to roll your eyes again. Sometimes he can be really insufferable despite your long friendship with him.
He followed you into your room for the supposed hoodie you long forgotten about, and all of a sudden it felt like it suddenly grew 10° hotter and it was already uncomfortable. Not sure how else to cool off, you left to get some water, some ice cubes, and popsicles. Why you two chose to stay in your hot room was beyond you but here you were now, trying to stay cool the best you could with refreshments.
Original task was long forgotten as you fanned yourself before beginning to eat the popsicle. However, to Chifuyu, it looked like a lot more than that. The licking of it, before watching you suck said treat reminded him of… no, he had to snap out of it. It especially didn’t help that you looked towards him curiously, wondering what was up with him. And so, while still maintaining eye contact with him, you took one long lick from the popsicle and slowly took it all in your mouth, only gagging slightly. Such an action made Chifuyu loudly gulp and he felt himself grow hotter inside. Just what were you doing to him? It especially didn’t help when you proceeded to do it again.
He could only look on as you slurped and licked the popsicle to completion. He licked his lips and gripped his drink tightly as you giggled at him, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Setting his drink aside and seeing you about to reach for yours, that was when he chose to strike. Tackling you down to your bed, he leaned down, touching your foreheads together. “You’re really pushing it, you know that?” He asked. You could only look back up at him, unsure of how to respond.
“Well, I have a better idea for the both of us to beat the heat,” and with that, he pressed himself against your core. Your jaw dropped not only from the friction but also in wonder. He got hard already from what happened earlier?
Before any more thoughts could make your mind wander any further, he began to grind himself against you. Slowly before he started to move faster, all the while he decided to kiss at your neck.
Panting, you grabbed at his shirt, clutching it into your fists. Before you could really get into it, he pulled away. It made you whine but not for long as he removed your tank top, surprised to see that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. But then again, you were suffering from the hot weather. Speaking of that, it gave him an idea…
After removing your shorts and panties, he grinned down at you and decided to ask, “How would you feel about a little ice?”
A chill came down your spine at the question and yet you couldn’t help but agree. As he took an ice cube from his drink, he slowly began to press it against your nipple. You couldn’t help but let out a gasp, feeling the contrast of the coolness against your warm skin. After circling the ice cube around your nipple a few times, he started to move the cube to your other nipple, moving it from one breast to the next.
With his free hand, he used it to lightly rub at your clit. He would chuckle at how excited you would get when he discovered how excited you got when he lowered his hand down to your slit. Using your slick to lube up his fingers, he would carefully push a finger inside you and move inside and out at his own leisure. As for the ice cube? Even though it was starting to melt, Chifuyu wasted no time moving it around your body. From your chest, to your collarbone, down your sternum, and down to your stomach.
That wasn’t the best part, no; the best part was when after he left a trail of chill along your body, he would leave kisses afterwards to follow said trail. The hot and cold contrast was making your mind reel but in the best way. Him inserting another finger and gradually moving faster would only amplify it, curling up against your sweet spot.
“Looks like this is a good way to beat the heat, right?” He said, smiling against your chest. You couldn’t agree more.
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Hey there ! 👀 😌 Can I request for rainy days w their s/o headcanons for Knb with Aomine, Midorima, Kise, Akashi and Teppei ? Like what do they like to do during this weather, are they more touchy or is it a special moment for them ? Thank you in advance (˶◡‿◡)(´ ❥ `) !
Spending time in Rainy Days with Aomine Daiki, Midorima Shintarou, Kise Ryouta, Akashi Seijuro and Kiyoshi Teppei.
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Yo my best bish @mhynvxii! Glad that you are requesting Kuroko no Basket headcanons! To be honest, your request gives me tons of fluffy ideas and I can see your crush spending their time together with you, especially with Aomine or Kise :)
Have fun spending your time with those annoying babies 👀👀👀
Gender: Neutral
Warning: None
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Aomine Daiki
One of his love languages in giving is physical touch, especially when it comes to cuddling as he's acting like the bigger spoon, refusing to be the small spoon even if you beg with your puppy eyes.
When it's cold outside because of the rain. I can see him pulling you against his chest, letting your head rest on top of his chest as his hand gives a soothing rub on your back.
Cuddling with him as it was raining outside, the two of you two always doing it at night after working and having a rest time together, wearing away the exhaustion.
During this moment, the two of you would sleep together or have a deep talk together as the two of you connected your heart together, listening to each other rants and comforting each other.
Other than cuddling, he would spend the time together with you by playing games together on PS4. Trying to beat your score as the two of you have a match.
When gaming together, he would buy some snacks so the two of you could eat together while trying to out win each other in the game as he tries to beat your score if you have a higher score than him.
While gaming together, I can see the two of you throwing each other jokes. It was really funny that either one of you had a stomach cramp for laughing too much.
In conclusion, spending rainy days together with Aomine involved in gaming together, cuddling or sleeping together while having a deep conversation.
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The sound of water hitting against the window got louder and louder along with the rumble of the thunders, frightening the creatures and the children who would hide underneath the blanket to seek protection. It was getting colder even though the air conditioner inside of your room already turned off.
The blur in your eyes getting stronger, and it was hard for you to stay awake because of the comfort from the air and the blanket that was draped around your shoulder, giving you warmth. However, the sleepy state did not last long because of the loud knock outside the door and it made you wonder who was outside of your house.
Blinking the sleepiness away, You stood up from your bed and put the blanket away before going downstairs from your bedroom. Opening the door, your eyes widened to see your boyfriend, Aomine who's standing in front of the door with a plastic bag on his hand.
"Hey babe~ you're home alone?" He asks.
"Yeah, I told you in text message. You didn't see it, did you?" You squint your eyes at him.
".....yeah, I haven't," he groans, not wanting to hear you scolding him.
"...just go inside. What's inside the bag?" You ask him, eyeing the plastic bag
"You'll see," the corner of his lips tugged upwards, smirking at you as there was a certain glint in his blue eyes.
Sitting on the couch, he puts the plastic box on top of the table and pulls out several boxes along with plastic cups. There were pizza boxes, sodas, cheeseburgers and other several sweet drinks laid down on top of the table.
Crossing both of your arms, you glance at Aomine with a tiny smirk "Gaming night again? Be ready getting your ass kicked."
"Pfft, as if I ever loose from you," he taunts back.
After the console was plugged inside. Both you and Aomine start to focus on the screen in front of the two of you with two characters standing in front of each other, in a fighting stance and the number on the screen began counting down, "Heh, If you lose. You gotta put that 'dress' that I bought for you but if I lose. I will buy your favourite food," he made a bet with you.
"Game on, blue boy," your fingers placed on top of the buttons, getting ready to beat your boyfriend in a fighting game.
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Midorima Shintarou
I am sorry if you are Midorima simp but as you can see, he's not really someone who can comfort you. However, that doesn't mean he's a cold-hearted prick, he shows it in his way.
I can see the two of you spending time with each other by sitting next to each other as he is listening to all of your rambles and rants before he throws his opinion which can be a little bit biased or harsh.
If you are cold because of the rain, I can see he would share his red bean soup. Not in the cold and canned drink one but rather the one where you just need to heat it inside of a bowl and let you have some of his.
He would most likely talk to you about your zodiac signs and his zodiac signs while the two of you are watching the rain pouring down while his lucky item is on his lap. and believe me, I even laughed writing this one
Other than a deep talk together with Midorima. I can see that you and Midorima would most likely spending time with each other inside of a library if you like books. The two of you have a library date.
If you also have an exam the next day, I can see Midorima would be willing to teach you as outside was raining while the two of you are inside a library. He could be a great mentor.
While the two of you had a study date in the library, he doesn't mind spending a little bit of money to buy a warm drink, especially if you starting to lose your focus.
In conclusion, when you spend your time together with Midorima when it's rain. You would have a red bean soup, a deep talk with him and a study date inside of a library with him.
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Parking the bicycle away, your hands grab the lock before chaining the bicycle to the metallic bar and lock it with a special key. You had promised Midorima what the two of you going to study together for the next week's exams, there were Biology and Physics and you haven't even study them yet.
Knowing that you didn't even start or learn any material, Midorima gave you a mouthful of scolding, saying that you should have studied them two weeks ago since there are lots of difficult materials. It wasn't a fun experiment and you feel you want to smack the green-haired Shutoku shooter before throwing him to the basketball hoop but that only going to cause even more drama so you just let him be.
Opening the door, of the library cafe. There were not many customers and most of them are from Shutoku studying for the upcoming exam with some familiar faces of your classmates. Seeing an empty table, your feet hitting against the floor and sauntering up to the empty place since no one on the sit yet.
As you sat down on the chair, there were sounds of thunders outside of the window and a sudden sound of water hitting against the window, showing outside are raining hard, 'Shit, I hope the rain isn't going to last long,' you pray silently, not really paying attention of the sound upcoming footsteps.
"Did you bring the book, (Y/n)-san?" A familiar voice spoke on your side.
"Yeah, let me take it out first," You don't need to look u to know it was Midorima, your boyfriend.
Before you could pull out. A cup of hot tea/coffee is laid in front of you along with an item of small keychain next to the drink. Glancing up, you could see Midorima has red cheeks as his eyes looking away from you, "Oha Asa says this is your lucky item for your zodiac sign for today, a keychain for you, nanodayo."
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Kise Ryouta
Kise can get a little bit creative to make your day not boring when you spend your time with him while outside pouring down tears of the cloud.
He gets bored very easily so I can see he has many ideas to make spending time with him becoming fun and I can get the list but let's talk the first thing what you would do with him together.
Kise and you are going to do a skincare routine. He would be gladly put a mask on your face and let you use his exfoliating soap to cleanse your face from the dead skin.
He would let you treat him doing the skincare treatment in case if you want to run your hand through his face as you cleanse his face with the micellar waters or toners or hydrate his face with moisturizer.
Other than a skincare treatment with each other. I can see the two of you also going to play a pocky game together, even though he has never played the game before. He thinks it would be fun playing it with you.
He would tease you if you ended up embarrassed and breaking the pocky. Saing how adorable you look when you're embarrassed before he kisses your lips once again.
Or if he loses, he would pout and says that you cheated in the pocky game but you know he's like that because he is trying to guilt-trip you, he's not really sad. That was just his mask so you would give in to his puppy eyes and let him win.
So for the conclusion, spending time with Kise when it's raining outside. There would be some kind of games where the two of you can play together and you two would have a skin care routine together.
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As the sound of thunder and the sound of the wind hitting against the glass goes stronger than a few hours ago. You weren't bothered at all by all of the noises as your eyes focused on the screen in front of you with your fingers pressing the keyboards, trying to finish the assignment that your teacher has given to you yesterday.
It has been more than an hour, and the questions were really and you have spent your most time trying to answer all of the questions. Stress was building up inside of you but you manage to push it down because you want to finish it one day so you could relax at the next day.
Sensing you were getting stressed by the assignment. Kise jutted his lips out, feeling bad that you haven't had enough rest yet you still push yourself to finish the task. A lightbulb suddenly appears on top of his head, having an idea of how to pull your attention away before he runs out to take some of the bottles inside of the bathroom.
Running back, he kicked the door away before announcing his appearance dramatically, "(Y/N)-CHI!!! I have something for you!!" he smiled, showing the bottles in his hands. You wanted to give him a piece of your mind since he distracted you until you see the bottles in his hands and his excited smile.
All of that annoyance immediately gone, taking a deep breath, you realize Kise is only trying to cheer you up, "You want to do a skincare routine?" You ask him.
"Hai! Now follow me, (Y/N)-Chi. I have a new sheet mask and it's really good for your skin!" He laid all of the bottles on the tables.
"Sure, let me save the file first," you press the save button and shut down the computer before following your cute model boyfriend from behind.
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Akashi Seijuro
He is a gentleman and it is a fact. Spending time with him would be a mix of sophisticated but also fun. I can see the two of you will have many activities together while outside was raining.
The first thing that I can see about how you spend your time together when it's raining outside is having a deep talk with a cup of tea or coffee, talking about how your day or his days goes went.
As the two of you are talking about how was your day and how was his day in Rakuzan. The two of you are either going to listen to the sound of pitter pater of the rain and the sound of the soft jazz or classical music to set up a calm mood in the background.
The two of you are going to read a book together either if it was non-fiction or a fiction book. After reading, I can see the two of you going to review each other books and maybe throw each other some suggestions on which book was better.
Other than reading a book and deep talk. I can see the two of you have a board game together, especially Shogi if you know how to play Shogi. If you don't knowhow, you can play chess with him.
Sometimes he would go easy on you just to see you smile and lose on purpose but sometimes he didn't let you win either but he would be glad to teach you so you know a better tactic when you play chess again.
Of course if you want to learn how to play shogi. He would be also glad to teach you how to play the game. He might be a little bit strict mentor but he can be very tender around you.
Spending time with him while outside was raining is involved in a book indulgement together as the two of you had a cup of tea or coffee while listening to soft music and playing a board game together.
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The view of water falling against the window decorates the view outside, giving you an unexplainable yet calm and serene feeling even though you are supposed to be annoyed. The reason why the rain doesn't give you any irritation or bad mood is that you already promised to go outside and had a date with your boyfriend and meet your friends. However, because of the rain, you couldn't go.
Not sensing someone getting closer, you were enjoying the calming sensation around the room, almost getting lulled by the eternal calmness as your head started to nod off and the blur in your sight got stronger and stronger but all of that was ruined in an instant as a clanking sound could be heard as your ear picked up the sound.
Staring at the board in front of you in front of your eyes. You look up to see your boyfriend, Akashi who is looking at you with a little yet gentle smile, the smile that he always wear only around you, "(Y/N)-san. Are you getting tired?" the red-haired Rakuzan captain asks you
"Yeah, the cold air made me a little bit sleepy," you rub your eyes, trying to push away the drowsiness away.
"May I assist you for now? I understand if you don't want to because you have never played this game before but rest assured. I will instruct you how to play this game" he shows a board with squares on it with some Japanese words on the small woods on it.
"Is this....shogi?" You look up at Akashi.
"Correct, we are going to play Shogi," he sat across from you.
You were a little bit intimidated playing against him since he could beat you in Shogi for a few second but your brain remember the word that he told you a few seconds ago, 'I will instruct you how to play this game and it made you at ease a little bit. "Alright, let's play shogi, Akashi-kun. Will you please teach me how to play shogi?"
"I'd be delighted, my love."
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Kiyoshi Teppei
Another angel. Kiyoshi is not only big but he is also warm and because of that. I can see the two of you cuddling while outside was raining really hard.
As he cuddles you while his arms are wrapped around your waist and your head laid on top of his chest. He would whisper sweet nothings, praising you and fluster you with his words.
Even if he didn't say anything and it was only silence. It was still comforting because I can see one of his love languages is physical touch as he hums softly next to you, almost lulling you to sleep.
However, if you are not sleepy. I can see him would throw some corny jokes that would be so stupid that you would snort and laugh when you hear his jokes even if it was bad while the two of you are cuddling.
Other than cuddling. He would be glad to spend his time together with you by slow dancing in the kitchen or in the living room just to lift your mood up while outside was raining.
He would also throw some little kisses on the forehead, on the lips, the cheeks and on the nose just to make you giggle and blush heavily. He is very affectionate when you spend time with him. A romantic sap.
This man can cook so I can see he would teach you how to cook when outside was raining, gently lead you and step by step so you wouldn't make any mistake while cooking together with him.
In conclusion, spending time with him while outside was raining would be involved cooking time together, dancing in the living room and then cuddling with him.
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Closing the window with the soft silken blinds, you didn't want to see the rain along with thunder as the sound made you a little bit stressed out. If you had to be honest, you hate loud sounds because sometimes loud sounds could frighten you like your current condition. Your knees immediately acted as spring as another crash sound from the thunder scares you.
The sounds of your heart racing and your little shriek could be heard by the male who just got out of the bathroom as his scent surrounded the whole room. "(Y/N)-Chan, are you alright?" Kiyoshi asks, getting closer to your shaking form.
"...I'm fine," You lied but it was very obvious to him.
"...(Y/N)-chan. I know you're not fine, you can tell me what's going on," he sat next to you as his large hands gently rub your back.
"It's just.....I hate thunder sounds, It's too loud," you mutter looking away with embarrassment.
There was silence and you can feel his gaze on you, making you a little bit scared with his sudden silence before he gently wrap his arm around you, pulling you against his muscular chest and putting your head underneath his chin. You were a little bit perplexed by the sudden contact but soon you can feel his warmth embracing you.
His hands still made a contact on your back, giving a circular motion and a soothing feeling. His hugs were tight yet gentle as if he was telling you to only feel his hug and forget about the thunderstorm outside of the bedroom.
"It's fine, darling. You don't need to be scared, I'm here," he whispered to your ears as he kisses the crown of your head.
The kiss made you a little bit red but you were still happy with his sudden affection to throw your fear away from the loud noises. Noticing the redness on your cheeks, the large Seirin player couldn't help but stare at you with a smile, thinking how adorable you look before he kisses the tip of your nose.
"I love you, (Y/N)-chan...never forget that" he whispered.
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i have another peter sutherland request <3 friends to lovers style. reader was walking to peters apartment and it starts pouring on her way there so shes basically drenched and freezing. hes surprised to see her at his door bc she didnt tell him she was comin over and he gets her inside and gives her some of his clothes to wear and warms her up and gives her cuddles and he initiates their first kiss and basically just comfort and fluffy goodness
i love you for this request - hope u enjoy this, my lovely
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you were on your way to peter's apartment to surprise him, and it was gorgeous out, even though it looked as if a storm was on it's way. even though the sky was almost tar-black, the sun peeked out through the clouds, still providing a little bit of light.
you looked up, sighing at the sky and smiling gently. you felt the start of a drizzle drip onto your cheeks, and you knew soon you would definitely get drenched. you weren't necessarily mad about it. you loved the rain.
walking a little faster, the rain got a little more intense and you tried to use one hand to cover your forehead, but it was practically useless. you were getting drenched, and the rain came down harder.
you didn't even bring an umbrella, so you were forced to walk in the cold rain until you reached peter's flat.
once inside the lobby, the air conditioner hit you full blast and you started shivering, your short sleeved top doing absolutely nothing to try and keep you warm.
ringing the doorbell to his apartment, you starting wringing your clothes out as best as you could, not wanting to splash water everywhere in peter's house. you knew he wouldn't mind, but you didn't want to give him a bad impression, especially as you were crushing on him real hard. he gave signs that he liked you, but you, being super clueless, didn't know how to act on these feelings.
peter answered the door, craning his neck down to look at you. his eyes widened in surprise, and then he smiled, happy to see you. "hi," he said, grinning.
"hi," you murmured. you both stared at each other until he realised that he was blocking the entrance. you laughed under your breath and stepped inside his apartment. you shivered again, this time more harsh and peter noticed, frowning slightly.
"princess," he sighed. "you walked all the way in the rain?" you loved it when he called you 'princess.' it made you feel warm and tingly in all the best ways.
you nodded. "wanted to come and see you," you mumbled, blushing. you looked at your feet, suddenly unable to look at him. you were warm but so cold at the same time.
peter smiled at your shyness, then spoke. "c'mon, princess. let me get you warm." he guided you into the bathroom, where you stood waiting for him while he went inside his bedroom for a second.
he came back with a shirt and some shorts, most likely his, that looked way too big for you but so comfortable that you couldn't resist. you smiled inside at the idea of you wearing his clothes. peter also grabbed you a fluffy white towel from underneath the sink.
"you wanna take a warm shower?" he asked gently. you nodded in response, already excited with the idea of being warm. "okay. just call me if you need anything." his eyes met yours and you noticed his face softening. he closed the door quietly behind him and left you in his bathroom.
the warm water was soothing, and you felt yourself already beginning to heat up. you loved the sensation. you were happy, until the heater suddenly turned off while you were in the shower, and cold water splashed at your face.
you screamed in shock, the freezing water hitting your body a complete opposite to the warmness you felt earlier. turning the shower off, you stepped out of the stall, grabbing your towel to try and get yourself warm again.
"hey, (y/n/n)-" peter knocked on the door. "did you just scream? are you okay?"
"yeah, sorry!" you called back. "i think your heater just went off."
there was silence, and then peter groaned softly. "aw, princess." you could feel his frown through the door. "i'm sorry."
you laughed under your breath, amused to find that he was blaming himself for a heater going off. "it's not your fault, pete."
he sighed, and you swung the door open, his clothes already on you. his eyes dilated as he saw you wearing his too-big shirt and shorts, then grinned at you. "i love you in my clothes," he murmured.
"mhm?" you questioned, smiling.
"c'mon, sweetheart, come here," he said, pulling you onto his bed. he opened his arms wide for you to crawl into, and you settled happily into them. you fit perfectly in his chest, your head resting above his heart.
his hands wrapped around you tight, one coming up underneath your shirt, giving you a bit of warmth. he was like a heater, and you loved it. the other hand cupped the back of your head, playing with your hair lightly.
you sighed happily, feeling the warmth come back into your body. "hey, pete," you mumbled against his chest.
"yes, princess?"
you move back a little bit, so that you can see his face. he looked at you questioningly. you didn't know how to say it. i mean, how do you tell your best friend of three years that you like him? that you want him to be your boyfriend? it was just too much, and maybe he didn't even like you that way, and maybe he just wanted to-
"hey," he cupped your cheek with one hand, eyes soothing, assuring you that everything was fine. "where'd you go, sweetheart?"
"i love you." you blurted out. peter's eyes widened in shock, but you still continued. "and as in, a more than friends kind of way. and i know you might not feel the same way, so if you just want to stay friends, then, that's okay, i mean, but i just wanted to tell you, y'know, so-"
peter cut you off gently. he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes, and keeping his fingers on your chin, he kissed you.
it was like nothing you'd ever felt in your life. relief rushed through you, happiness that he liked you back, that peter was kissing you. right now, right here. it felt like a dream.
your foreheads touched lightly, and peter smiled against your lips. "yeah," he sighed. "i love you, too, sweetheart. have, for a long time." he added.
"why didn't you say anything, then?" you asked.
"why didn't you say anything?" he countered, grinning.
"fair," you said, smiling back at him. "but i'm so glad you feel the same way, pete."
"of course I do. you're the most beautiful girl i have ever met, and you're glad i feel the same way? sweetheart, i'll always love you. no matter what. you're always gonna be mine, and i'm always gonna be yours." he kissed you once more. "remember that."
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Updating The Queen Bee and the Vesperia: Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: Chloe the Queen Bee and Zoe the Vesperia
Down in the basement of Audrey’s fashion house, there lived and slept a young girl that looked almost similar to Audrey’s own daughter, Chloe
Both in age and appearance. She even had a similar body type, light blonde hair, and both also shared the same colored-blue eyes as the young girl woke up to the sound of the basement’s air conditioner awakening her; though this didn’t bother her at all due to the room’s hot and stuffy environment. The young girl yawned and stretched herself out of the rusty bed she slept in and looked down as she saw her one and only companion she had: A stuffed honeybee that she called Mr. Buzzy.
“Time to start another day in Hell, Mr. Buzzy.” The young girl let out a sigh.
“VESPERIA!” A similar voice shouted, which made the young girl gulp. The door to the basement then slammed open hard and the reveal of Audrey Bourgeois came out.
“You’re still in bed?! Lazy as ever!” The fashion designer screamed, and all the poor girl could do was take it.
“Well, come on!” Audrey ordered. “You got a job to do. You need to get the thread I’d ordered, restock the fabric, polish the mannequins, and I need you to go into town to mail off a new dress line by two o'clock!” Audrey completed her orders. “You understand me, Wasp?” Zoe glared at her with despair in her face.
“My name is not Wasp, or Vespa, or even Vesperia. It’s Zoe!” The young blonde fought back, but her “employer” didn’t seem to care about the correction at all.
“Just get it done.” Audrey growled through her teeth as she walked out of Zoe’s “room.” The young blonde glared at her “foster mother” and then took a deep breath while she held her dearest bee plushie to her chest. She then began to talk to it as if it were real.
“Don’t worry Mr. Buzzy, we’ll get out of here and reunite with daddy again.” The young girl flashed a smile now and finally decided to get ready for her day.
Making her way up to the Haunt Coutre fashion house upstairs in her day clothes and all cleaned up now, Zoe began to start on her morning duties for the fashion designer, and those that worked for her.
“Good morning, Anasis.” Zoe sweetly told one of Audrey’s employees.
“Hmph, about time you’re here, Wasp.” The Anasis woman snapped with venom. “Didn’t you hear your mother? You have supplies to get for us!”
“She’s not my mother,” Zoe argued back. “She’s only here so I can help pay back my father!” Another snobby woman joined the conversation.
“Oh, you mean the actor from New York?” She teased critically as she pinned on a sash to a dress she was currently working on. Anasis laughed viciously. “Oh yeah, how poor is he again?” Both women laughed with malicious intention, that all Zoe could do was angrily glare at the two rude women.
“Vesperia, come now!” Audrey shouted from across the room. Zoe sighed and walked up towards the horrible baroness who was at the front door, aggressively glaring at her.
“Honestly, you are just as worthless as my own family!” The blonde girl walked out the door as the older woman handed her a list of tasks as well as a golden tote bag to help the girl carry whatever she needed to get for her boss.
“And don’t be late!” The bossy woman demanded as she closed her door. After that was finished, Zoe once again let out a sigh of sadness before heading off until town to start her orders.
Meanwhile, at a school called College Francoise Dupont, a bespectacled girl with red hair wearing a purple sweater vest and teal-blue skirt was waiting anxiously outside the school, holding two cups of coffee.
“Oh, I hope she’s not running late!” The girl started to panic, to the point where she almost dropped the coffees. Meanwhile, two other girls, a girl with blue-black pigtails and another redhead with glasses, were viewing the anxious girl from a distance. The redhead shook her head and smirked.
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And that's it for now. The second part to the chapter will be posted on my writing blog tomorrow
Enjoy and Buzz On!
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Off Limits
content warnings: daddy issues, mentions of losing someone, talk about being drunk
Part Seven
After Spencer leaves, Dad sits down on the couch with me. I can tell he’s tired, but he doesn’t want to go lay down since he just got home. Especially not when he knows we won’t have much time together.
Dad turns on the tv and we watch a show we used to stay up late all the time watching. My mom used to scold him for letting his seven year old daughter stay up past 11pm to watch tv.
But I think she secretly liked when we bonded like that. He was still a young lawyer who dove into his job for hours and hours. He was home a lot more than when he started at the BAU though.
I lean my head on his arm, my legs bent underneath and to the side of me as I lean on my dad. As irritating as his overbearing protectiveness and slight control issues are, I like being with my dad when I’m home.
To spite my father, I’ve become a sort of social butterfly who goes to parties. I say ‘spite’ because I wasn’t allowed to hang out with guys let alone go to parties when I was in high school. Now that I’m 21, I can do what I want. And I’ve made that pretty clear.
I think a part of him believes that he’s lost his little girl once I went off to college, and he couldn’t be that overprotective father anymore.
I also think he somewhat resents me for that, just like I resent him for not being there enough… and for Foyet, but for months and months I’ve tried not to blame him. And I don’t. I really don’t. But that doesn’t keep me from being pissed.
Whatever unresolved, unspoken issues Dad and I have, we can still sit on the couch and bond over tv. We can still ignore the shit we have underneath the surface, and be okay.
About an hour later, Jack comes down the stairs asking if he can have a snack. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees it’s our dad on the couch and not Spencer.
“Daddy!” He smiles and runs up to us, crawls into Dad’s lap, and hugs him.
“Hey, little man,” Dad laughs softly, holding onto my little brother.
I smile at the interaction, but can’t help but think that I’m a little jealous at their interaction. Jack is his baby now.
But then I remember that I had a childhood where Dad wasn’t in the BAU. I had my mom growing up. Jack doesn’t have that. And even though it hurts so bad when I think too much about it, I’m able to have happy memories of Mom to look back on. My little brother will soon forget all about her because he’s so young. I don’t have a right to be jealous.
I’m snapped out of my gut-scrambling thoughts when Dad looks at the two of us. “How about we go to Jaleo tonight?”
A small grin creeks up on my face. That’s one of my favorite restaurants. “I’d love that,” I tell him.
“What do you say, Jack?”
“Sounds good to me,” he nods.
After a little bit , I head upstairs to take a shower. I still haven’t washed the sweat and lingers of alcohol off of my skin from the party.
I step into the walk in shower and shut the glass door. The glass was made in a pattern that makes it too blurry to see inside the shower, so if anyone walked in, which they wouldn’t, they would just see a peachy colored blob.
Luckily, even though I forgot to bring home my shampoo and conditioner from college, I still have some left over from when I was home after Mom’s death. I grab the death shampoo and lather it my hair, rinse, repeat, then condition. I use soap and body wash, then step out of the shower, doing a little shuffle dance to dry my feet on the rug.
After getting dressed in jeans, a big graphic tee, and hightops, I brush my still slightly damp hair from my shower two hours ago and go downstairs to meet Dad and Jack who are already ready to go eat dinner.
From the front seat of my Dad’s car, I play them music. My dad doesn’t appreciate half of my music taste, so I play them my more appropriate playlist.
I sing along to the lyrics, and out of the corner of my eye I see my father smile.
“I missed you, Jay,” he says.
One syllable names are hard to find a nickname for, but that didn’t stop my dad from shortening my name to just the first letter sometimes.
“I missed you too, Dad,” I grin softly.
The three of us walk into the restaurant, and we’re seated at a table for four towards the back of the restaurant. The seat next to my father is empty. It’ll be empty from now on. I can hardly stand to look at it.
I think he feels the same way because he focuses his attention of us. “How’s school going?”
“Same as always,” I tell him. “So pretty good.”
He nods. “Good.”
And that’s about as interesting as this conversation gets. He asks me if Jack was good for Dr. Reid, and I say yes.
I try to ignore the way him bringing up Spencer makes me feel. It’s a little warm in my stomach. Just a crush. A maintainable crush that won’t go any further than it did when I was 17. Hopefully not even that far.
Plus, I’ll be back in New York City in a week and forget about the silly little crush just like I did the first time I left for college.
Jack tells Dad what we did while he was away, and I’m lost in thought about going back to college. I’ve got about two months left of undergrad, then three more years of law. But if I take courses during the summers, I could get it knocked out in two or two and a half.
Our food comes out pretty quickly, and I start chowing down. I haven’t eaten anything but the toast Spencer forced me to eat this morning before I went back to sleep.
“Looking a little hungry there, Jade,” my father laughs softly.
“Starving,” I say with a mouth full of my Spanish dish.
Jack convinces Dad to get us ice cream after dinner, and we go to my favorite Italian ice cream shop. I think my father is taking us to my favorite places to make up for not being here the whole first week I was back.
That’s usually how it went when I was a kid too. He’d miss something important and bring me home a gift or treat. My mother hated when he did this, but he did it out of guilt. And even though I was young, I knew this. So, to make him happy, I smiled and excepted the gift and pretended all was made up for. But it wasn’t because I wanted my daddy, not a new stuffed animal.
We’re back home eventually, and Dad is putting Jack to bed. I’m on the couch, the tv on.
“You’re not setting a good example for him coming home late from parties,” my dad says as his footsteps descend down the stairs.
“What?”
“I’m not blind, Jade. I know what a hangover looks like.” His voice is stone hard as always.
“He was asleep when I got home. I’m 21 years old. I’m allowed to get drunk ever so often.”
“Just because you’re allowed to doesn’t mean you should. You know what can happen if you drink too much and are too inebriated to keep yourself safe.”
“Nothing happened. People go to parties and get drunk all the time,” I say, getting annoyed. “And don’t you dare say that those people aren’t your daughter because I don’t care. I can fend for myself; you of all people know that.”
“I do know that. But I also know how people can be. Especially men your age,” he said.
“Is this coming from a profiler’s point of view or the point of view of a man who’s looked at a pretty girl the way you fear men look at me?” I ask, my jaw set.
“Excuse me?”
I ignore his anger, and ask another question. “Are you worried I’m going to get murdered or are you worried I’m going to do the thing that you’ve feared me doing since I hit puberty? I’m an adult, Dad. You can’t control every aspect of my life anymore.”
Before he opens his mouth to respond, I get up and leave for my room. It seems as though we can never just have a normal interaction for very long.
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Preview for The Queen Bee and the Vesperia-Chapter 2:
Hey ya'll @muggle-born-princess here about to post the preview to my Chloé and Zoé semi AU Fanfic: The Queen Bee and the Vesperia.
For those who don't know, this is one of my fanfics that I plan to post on my @pro-bee-sisters blog as well on my AO3 and DeviantART both. To summarize the plot: It’s basically inspired by the Mark Twain classic "The Prince and the Pauper" as well as the Barbie adaptation: "The Princess and the Pauper."
I did make Chapter 1 almost a year ago, where you can find on my AO3 and DeviantART both. (Click the links on the names)
But for now, here is the sneak preview to the next chapter; where compared to the last chapter, where we knew what Chloé is like or will be like in the story, this time we will focus more on Zoé and how her role will play it in the story.
So please, enjoy this sneak preview:
Chapter 2: Chloe the Queen Bee and Zoe the Vesperia
Down in the basement of Audrey’s fashion house, there lived and slept a young girl that looked almost about Audrey’s own daughter, Chloe’s age and even appearance. She had a similar body type, light blonde hair, and both also shared the same colored-blue eyes as the young girl woke up to the sound of the basement’s air conditioner awakening her; though this didn’t bother her at all due to the room’s hot and stuffy environment. The young girl yawned and stretched herself at of the rusty bed she slept in and looked down as she saw her one and only companion she had: A stuffed honeybee that she called Mr. Buzzy.
“Time to start another day in Hell, Mr. Buzzy.” The young girl let out a sigh.
“VESPERIA!” A similar voice shouted, which made the young girl gulp. The door to the basement then slammed open hard and the reveal of Audrey Bourgeois came out.
“You’re still in bed?! Lazy as ever!” The fashion designer screamed, and all the poor girl could do was take it.
“Well, come on!” Audrey ordered. “You got a job to do. You need to get the thread I’d ordered, restock the fabric, polish the mannequins, and I need you to go into town to mail off a new dress line by two o'clock!” Audrey completed her orders. “You understand me, Wasp?” Zoe glared at her with despair in her face.
“My name is not Wasp, or Vespa, or even Vesperia. It’s Zoe!” The young blonde fought back, but her “employer” didn’t seem to care about the correction at all.
“Just get it done.” Audrey growled through her teeth as she walked out of Zoe’s “room.” The young blonde glared at her “foster mother” and then took a deep breath while she held her dearest bee plushie to her chest. She then began to talk to it as if it were real.
“Don’t worry Mr. Buzzy, we’ll get out of here and reunite with daddy again.” The young girl flashed a smile now and finally decided to get ready for her day.
Making her way up to the Haunt Coutre fashion house upstairs in her day clothes and all cleaned up now, Zoe began to start on her duties for the fashion designer, and those that worked for her.
“Good morning, Anasis.” Zoe sweetly told one of Audrey’s employees.
“Hmph, about time you’re here, Wasp” The Anasis woman snapped with venom. “Didn’t you hear your mother, you have supplies to get for us!”
“She’s not my mother,” Zoe argued back. “She’s only here so I can help pay back my father!” Another snobby woman joined the conversation.
“Oh, you mean the actor from New York?” She teased critically as she pinned on a sash to a dress she was currently working on. Anasis laughed viciously. “Oh yeah, how poor is he again?” Both women laughed with malicious intention, that all Zoe could do was angrily glare at the two rude women.
“Vesperia, come now!” Audrey shouted from across the room. Zoe sighed and walked up towards the horrible baroness who was at the front door, aggressively glaring at her.
“Honestly, you are just as worthless as my own family!” The blonde girl walked out the door as the older woman handed her a list of tasks as well as a golden tote bag to help the girl carry whatever she needed to get for her boss.
“And don’t be late!” The bossy woman demanded as she closed her door. After that was finished, Zoe once again let out a sigh of sadness before heading off until town to start her orders.
Meanwhile, at a school called College Francoise Dupont, a bespectacled girl with red hair wearing a purple sweater vest and teal-blue skirt was waiting anxiously outside the school, holding two cups of coffee.
“Oh, I hope she’s not running late!” The girl started to panic, to the point where she almost dropped the coffees. Meanwhile, two other girls, a girl with blue-black pigtails and another redhead with glasses, were viewing the anxious girl from a distance. The redhead shook her head and smirked.
And that's all for now, everyone! Hope you all enjoy it!
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Female Reader x Rooster
Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick
Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.
Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.
This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18
This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line.
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Whenever You're Ready
I must have read that letter 5 times sitting in front of Maverick. The silence between us was deafening, I could hear everything, but nothing at all. Every time my chair squeaked it made me jump, but the sound of the air conditioner and the footsteps outside were inaudible.
I finally gathered the courage to look at Maverick. He had his head in his hands, making it a point to breath slowly. Finally he looked at me, his eyes meeting mine. We stared at each other, unsure of what to say.
I took the letter and handed it back to Maverick. He looked down at the letter, taking it in his hand and then placing it aside. Then he did something unexpected. Maverick stood up and walked around the table.
Instinctively I stood up too, my heart beating out of my chest with anxiety. Our faces met and I could see the glossiness of his blue eyes. They were red around the edges, clearly despaired.
There was a silent understanding between us, nothing more had to be said we both just knew. He took his arms and wrapped me in them. I reciprocated, hiding my head into his chest as I let out a shaky sigh. All the emotion left my mind and my body all at once the moment I was engulfed in his arms. It felt weird, after one letter, someone who was a total stranger to me now made me feel safe, comforted, and loved.
Tears were inevitable. I could feel myself shake as I breathed and Maverick's grip only tightened around me. It was hard reading that letter. I heard my mothers voice while reading it. I had no idea she felt that way about Pete. She always told me they were old friends who had a falling out. Her life was moving too fast for him to keep up so she never reached out.
We pulled apart from the hug and Maverick left his hands on my shoulders. We stared at each other, me still not knowing what to say.
"Wow." Pete sniffled his nose, letting out an astonished laugh.
"Um, come over for dinner. I'll make dinner and- and we will talk."
I nodded, a small smile curling up onto my lips. "Okay."
Maverick smiled, moving his hands to either side of my face. I could see his eyes moving around every inch of my face. He let out a breath of relief along with the smile. I couldn't help but smile back. The realization he had on his face, the relief.
"Now I know how you got so good at flying." Pete commented. We both shared a laugh, our red faces and teary eyes bright again with new found joy.
"It's the Pete Mitchell blood." I winked at him with a playful nudge.
"That just means I can push you as hard I want, huh?" He joked back at me.
"Oh please don't." I groaned.
Maverick pushed me towards the door despite my complaints.
"You better be ready for tomorrow then. Here is the address." He quickly grabbed a sticker note from his desk and scribbled it on there. "
I need to talk to the Admiral about this, there's probably a mile long list of paperwork."
I nodded in understanding, reaching for the door knob and opening the door gently.
"I'll see you tonight." Pete called at me, a weak smile.
I nodded, stepping outside the door and shutting it behind me. I leaned back against the door and let out a long breath that I hadn't realized that I was holding.
Tears brimmed my eyes as I let out another shaken breath. I wiped my eyes and sniffled loudly to clear my airways.
"Y/n."
The voice caused me to roll my eyes. I looked to my left and saw Bradley standing there. He looked awkward, like he didn't know what to do or how to approach me. I could see the guilt in his eyes as he looked at me.
"Why did you think I would lie to you? Lie about getting into the program and to this mission? I worked hard, I worked my ass off to get where I am today, as good as I am today. I did it by myself. Why was that so hard to believe?" I was angry, anger boiling up from deep within me as I took a few steps closer to Rooster. There was about three feet of space between us now. He simply stood there, shocked as I came closer to him.
"You had to much to say before why are you silent now?" I demanded.
"Because I was scared, okay?" Rooster finally snapped back at me. I raised my eyebrows in surprise at the sudden raise in his voice.
"I was scared, because I recognized your name on the roster for this mission. And I was scared that I would lose Pete to you."
We shared a moment of silence, nothing but our angered breaths filling the air. Rooster took a long breath through his nose then out through his mouth.
"My dad was best friends with Pete. They flew in the navy together then at Top Gun together. Then he died. He died when I was 4 and I resented Maverick for pulling my papers from the navy and killing my dad up until last year. Now, I go over to his house for dinner, I'm friends with His girlfriends daughter and I pick her up from school because her friends think she is cool when I do. I was scared that was going to get taken away from me and I would have nothing, again. I was holding a grudge against you and that wasn't fair."
"Bradley."
Our attention turned to behind us, where Maverick stood in the doorway of his temporary office.
"Oh fuck." Bradley hissed under his breath, grabbing his hair with his hands. He brushed past me, walking towards Maverick and then into the office, the door closing forcefully behind them. I closed my eyes and sighed, shaking my head.
"What is happening to me?" I question the universe, making my way towards my room to change and shower, hopefully clearing my head about this whole situation.
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I was nervous, beyond nervous to go to Mavericks house. I would have been nervous before but now knowing he was my father? Let's just say my hands were sweating.
I rounded the corner, and pulled up to the house with the corresponding number from the note Maverick gave me.
I noticed, an all too familiar vehicle parked in the driveway. I pulled up right behind it, my heart beating faster in my chest. Bradley's Bronco. What was he doing here?
I put my head down on my own steering wheel, closing my eyes tightly as I calmed myself down.
"You can do this." I encouraged myself.
I stepped out of my car, shutting the door and then walking around to the passenger side door. I struggled with what to bring. Was it complimentary to bring the host a gift? I thought, maybe i should bring some food. I can't cook anything I'm living on the air base. I thought about wine; but do I bring red or white? Maybe liquor to make some cocktails; what if he was allergic to whiskey for some reason? Truth be told, I didn't know Pete at all. What I did know, is he would drink beer.
I picked up my 6 pack of Budweiser bottles from the passenger seat and stood upright, straightening out my dress. I don't get to go out that often, wearing the dress made me feel pretty, special even. Although, I was worried I was overdressed. Would I be judged for my choice in outfit?
I walked up to the door and raised my hand to knock. Something stopped me, I retracted my hand as I could hear my heartbeat inside of my head.
I gathered the courage to knock finally, holding my breath as I went to connect my knuckles with the door.
The door opened before my fist even reached the wood, catching me by surprise. I retracted my hand and was face to face with Pete. Our eyes met, staring wide at each other. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a deep blue button up top. The top few buttons were undone where I could see the white undershirt he was wearing. A red kitchen towel was throw over his shoulder.
"Y/n, hi. You look-" he looked me up and down, a soft and sad smile on his face. "You look just like your mother."
I felt a blush run over my face as I looked down, forgetting the drinks in my hand. I lifted it up to put in our eye levels.
"Beer. I didn't know if I needed to bring anything or not, I settled on beer." I was suddenly awkward, not knowing what to say in this moment.
Pete grabbed the beer from me and chuckled a little bit. "Hey, I'll never turn that down."
I looked behind me back at the Blue Bronco parked by the street.
"Hey, Um, is Rooster here?" I questioned, turning back around to face Pete. He sighed a little with a smile.
"Yes. I know that we just met and... figured out the truth. But Bradley is part of my family. Along with my girlfriend and her daughter. I thought that we could eat dinner together. Then after that we can talk, and maybe you and Bradley can talk and get back on each other's good sides."
As if my anxiety couldn't be any higher right now, it somehow heightened. Pete opened the door, allowing me to walk in first.
"Hey penny!" Pete called into the house.
"Yeah Pete?" A female voice called and walked out from the kitchen area. Her eyes fell on me and she smiled widely. It was the same woman from behind the bar on the first day that I got here. I gave her a weak smile and a wave.
"Hi, I'm y/n." I held out my hand to shake to hers. She ignored my handshake, pulling me into a hug.
"It's so nice to meet you. Pete was so nervous, he wanted everything to be perfect tonight. I hope you don't mind him telling me about you."
"Penny..." Pete groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well I guess it's too late to care now." I laughed, giving her a small squeeze before pulling away from the hug from her. I looked behind her and saw Pete walking to the back door and sliding it open.
"Amelia, Bradley!"
Seconds later a younger teenager came running into the house with excitement.
"Is she here?" The girl asked, looking around the house before laying eyes on me. She smiled, waving at me.
"Hi, I'm Amelia."
"Y/n."
Bradley came into the house wearing a pair of khaki shorts and his usual 'Beach boy' look. He let out a huffy laugh and took his sunglasses off as he entered the house.
"Amelia you're so..." his voice trailed off as he laid eyes on me.
His face fell to surprise, eyebrows raised and mouth gaped open ever so slightly.
Amelia elbowed him in the gut, causing him to let out his breath and draw his focus away from me.
Amelia giggled loudly as she whispered something to him.
"Please, everyone take a seat." Penny encouraged.
The dinner went good. We had mashed potatoes, rolls, corn, and some deliciously seasoned fillets. Maverick sat at the head of the table with me to his left and Bradley to his right, straight across from me. Amelia sat next to Bradley and Penny on the other side of me. We made small talk, telling stories about basic training and the years of flight school.
I was helping Amelia and Penny clean up the table and bring some of the dishes into the kitchen. I was putting the left over food into Tupperware when Amelia came to my side, a large smile on her face.
"He likes you." She hummed in a sing-song voice. I twisted my face into confusion and tilted my head at her.
"Who are you talking about?"
"Bradley!" She whisper shouted.
"Amelia that's enough." Penny warned, holding a serving spoon in her hand and pointing it towards her.
Amelia motioned for me to come closer to her, which I did.
"He kept looking at you at dinner and smiling. And he clearly liked your outfit earlier."
I felt a hot blush cover my face hearing this from a younger girl. I stood up straight, clicking the Tupperware lid onto the container.
"Oh, I don't know." I stammered.
"Amelia don't you have homework to go do?" Penny encouraged her daughter, giving me a sly wink. Amelia then went off to her room with an exaggerated sigh.
Thankful to be released from the grasp of a teenager, I walked outside where the two boys were talking by the fire pit. Their attention turned towards me as I made myself present. I took a beer out of the cardboard case and popped the cap off.
Bradley excused himself inside and went to the kitchen to help Penny. I sighed, taking a seat in front of the fire and taking a long drink of the beer. I heard Pete sit down with a grunt as he leaned back in the outdoor chair.
"This has been a weird day for both of us."
"Boy I'd say." I huffed out in a laugh as I stared at the fire and kept on drinking slowly.
"I know it's a lot to process. We haven't even had the chance yet to get to know one another. The only thing I know about you is you're a fantastic pilot. It almost feels unfair to shove two strangers together and call them family."
I stayed silent, unsure of what to say. What do you say in this situation? I looked over at Pete, his stoic face illuminated by the warm amber glows of the fire.
"I can't imagine how you must feel. Being lied too your whole life and not being able to confront the person for the lie. It's going to take time to adjust to but, whenever you are ready, I want to be there for you. I want to be a part of your life. I already missed so much, I don't want to miss a second more."
He finally looked over at me, a kind smile pulling on his lips. I returned the smile and nodded to him.
"Thank you. I appreciate it."
He returned the nod and then took a drink of his beer.
"You know I always wanted kids. I wanted to watch my son grow up and love planes and flying as much as I did. After your mom left, I never connected with anybody until Penny came back into my life. By then it was too late for either of us. I never thought it would happen. And here you are. You took after me, the love for flying and chasing adrenaline. Better than any son anybody could have asked for."
Pete held out his hand to me which I gratefully took in my hand. He gave me a comforting squeeze, rubbing his thumb along the top of my knuckles.
"Of course if you had said you wanted to join the navy I would have tried everything to stop you."
We both let out laughs at his statement, I shook my head back and forth.
"Well I guess it's a good thing you weren't around then." I made a playful jab at Pete, seeing how he would hold up with the non-present father humor.
"Oo ouch!" He sarcastically said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze to show he didn't actually mean it.
From there we talked for hours about our favorite things. Foods, animals, colors, movies, anything and everything under the sun we shared. Eventually Bradley and Penny came back out to join us and we all shared in a few good laughs. I could feel the warmth inside of me. And no, it was not coming from the fire. It was joy, I felt so happy in that moment just talking with these people. My actual family and my Navy family merging into one. It was almost serendipitous.
Midnight came around, as Bradley pointed out. We needed to be off to bed before wake up the next morning at the base. I said my goodbyes to Penny and Pete. Amelia made a point to remind me of what she thinks was happening between me and Bradley before I left.
The front door closed, leaving Bradley and I awkwardly on the front porch.
"That went better than I expected." I huffed, meaning for it to be mostly under my breath.
We walked down the pathway together and back to the street where our cars were parked. He walked me to my driver side door, opening it for me as I stepped inside.
"You didn't have to do that." I challenged him as he shut the car door.
"Yes, I did." Bradley leaned down into the rolled down window, putting his arms folded on the window sill. The smell of his cologne wafted into my nose and I savored it for a brief moment.
"Goodnight y/n. Drive safe."
"You too, Bradley."
With that, the smell was gone as he walked to his car and got in. I started the engine on mine and drove off back towards the naval base.
Next Chapter
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secret santa [eddie munson x reader]
A/n: this is 100% self indulgent. Don't ask me why I wrote this in the middle of summer.
Summary: you have to get Eddie a present for secret santa and Steve helps!! (FLUFF?) 1.9k
Warnings: mentions of shitty Christmases. I think this is it? It's just cute :)
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“Who’d you get?” Steve poked his head over your shoulder and sneaked a peek at the little piece of paper in your hand. “Eddie!?”
“Shhh!” you nudged him, “Keep quiet!”
“What are you gonna get him? A trident?”
Rolling your eyes at Steve, you folded the note and stuffed it in your pocket.
“You know? Cause he’s a satanist?”
You blinked. “That is so wrong on so many- why am I even trying?”
“For someone with straight C’s, you know an awful lot about satanism.” Steve grinned, awfully close to your face. “Is that because you like him?”
“Don’t think I won’t slap you”
“Ok, ok, but seriously now, what are you gonna get him?”
“I don't know, something badass”
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“A bat plushie, are you serious?” Steve scoffed and threw the toy back in the basket.
“Hey!” Without thinking twice, you picked it back up and petted its little head a few times. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just cranky because Nancy won’t take him back”
“That is absolutely not true-” Steve raised his voice as he pointed to the toy. “Don’t lie to him”
“Admit he’s a cutie” you grinned and brought the bat up to his face. “Say it”
Steve blinked in disbelief a few times and then stared at you as he spoke with not even a hint of a smile on his face. “Adorable”
“Was that so hard?” you giggled and moved along.
Moments later, something shiny caught your eye and you took off in that direction. Steve roamed around for a bit, catching up to you when your hands were almost already full.
“Are all of these for Eddie?” Steve gasped as he offered to help you carry them.
“No, don’t be ridiculous” you scoffed, “The Metallica shirt is for me”
“Yeah, no, of course, and the bunny ears are for Eddie”
“Yes” you nodded and at this point Steve was at a loss for words, confused out of his mind.
“...right”
“Right” you beamed, and started pointing at the stuff you were holding. “Ok, look what I have so far! This one right here is like a whole kit, but to be honest with you, I wanted it for the shampoo mostly. Like our hair textures are quite different, but I’m willing to bet heavy money on the fact that these right here will make his curls shine! And not to mention it’s the peach version which you can’t find anywhere! And also there’s a lipstick in there but its… not his color”
“Ok!” Steve laughed, “Shampoo and and a lipstick that’s not his color”
“... yeah and conditioner, 3 different masks, oil, leave-in cond-”
“Ok! Hair stuff, got it, what’s next?”
“Ok, so since that lipstick is a miss, I got him-”
“You got him one that’s his color?” Steve asked enthusiastically but you just squinted and rolled your eyes in confusion.
“No, don’t be ridiculous. I got him eye liner”
Steve opened his mouth to speak but then changed his mind. He just… smiled, so you continued.
“Oh, this!” you said, picking up a vinyl. “Young Americans is such a great album, but it's so easily overlooked! People go from Ziggy Stardust straight to the Berlin era which is such a shame”
“I love David Bowie” Steve exclaimed, “But it doesn’t really seem like Eddie’s style”
“You never know,” you shrugged. “This album means a lot to me, maybe it’ll mean something to him too”
“Ok” he nodded, his attitude much calmer than before. “What else?”
You were about to grab the poster you just picked out and roll it out for Steve to see but then stopped. “Listen, I’m not dumb, ok? I know what you’re thinking. You think all of these are stupid, don’t you?”
“No! No! I’m so sorry if I made you believe that, it’s just that I- I don’t know, they don’t seem to be very… Eddie”
“I mean, I only got stuff he can use inside his room without anyone seeing. My ex boyfriend never wore anything I bought for him, like he used to say I had no sense of style whatsoever. It’s not like I believe him or something, but like… the shampoo? This poster? The plushie? The vinyl? All of these? Are just for him, no one has to see them, you know? And I think they’re really cute, I’d like to receive this… Am I being stupid?”
“No!” Steve jumped to stop you. He was confident, looking you dead in the eye, more honest and serious than before. “No, absolutely not. This is literally the best present in the world. No one could’ve come up with a better gift.”
“You really mean that?”
“Absolutely!”
“Ok” you smiled weakly and grabbed a little black, shiny envelope. “Guess what’s in here?”
“Bobby pins?”
“Guitar picks!”
“Oh!” Stave laughed, “Ignore me, that was an obvious one”
“Yeah” you giggled along, “And they have little monkeys on them!”
“Of course they do”
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After paying for all the presents, you made your way to the car, stuffed them in the trunk and then returned for round two. It was Steve’s turn, and following your display of enthusiastic gift shopping, he was counting on you to do most of the work. And you happily did.
The next day at school, you were in your seat, leaning back as you watched your teacher call out names for the kids to come to the front and claim their gifts.
“Eddie Munson” she eventually said and the class went silent.
Your heart rate sped up. “Why isn’t he standing up?” you whispered to Steve who was sitting directly behind you.
“Do you want me to look?”
“No! He’ll know!”
“Eddie?” your teacher tried again.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry” Eddie eventually muttered and hurried to his feet. He clumsily rushed to the front of the class and stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on the big, pink, sparkly gift bag. “This one?”
“Well, it says Eddie Munson, doesn’t it? There’s a little heart beside the name, so unless you’re Eddie Munson without a little heart, then yes, Eddie, this one's for you”
“Ok, then” he smiled shyly and grabbed the bag with both hands, “Thank you”
“Merry Christmas, honey” she said and then resumed distributing the gifts.
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“I think my ears are melting”
“Aww” he chuckled, “Are you nervous?”
“Yes, I’m fucking nervous!” you snapped back.
“Do you want me to look? See what he’s doing?”
“Yeah” you nodded, “But don’t make it too obvious”
You’d never know how casually Steve turned around, but for whatever reason, you doubted that he had been even the tiniest bit subtle.
“He’s elbow deep inside that bag, Y/n!” Steve said with enthusiasm. “I think he loves it!”
“What if he’s disgusted and is just looking around hoping to find something that he doesn’t hate?”
“You’re being ridiculous!”
“Steve?”
“Yes?”
“As soon as the bell rings, I’m gonna need you to distract him, ok? So I can get out of here”
“How exactly do you want me to do that!?”
“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Wrestle. Tackle him to the ground, figure something out. You fought demogorgons, Eddie’s not gonna be a problem for you”
Steve sighed loudly, but didn’t argue with you.
When the bell rang, you didn’t linger around to see how Steve chose to distract Eddie. All you knew was that it worked, as you were able to sprint out of that classroom and hide in the girls bathroom before the next class started - a class Eddie wasn’t in.
You didn’t really pay attention to anything that the teacher had said, instead just made up scenarios and thought of all the different things about your present that Eddie could possibly hate.
As soon as that class was over too, you stood up and left the building. Fairly sure there was no chance for Eddie to be already outside, you didn’t bother to hide or look around. You just walked down the main path, lost in thought, when you heard your name being called.
Before getting a chance to turn around you felt a gentle hand grab your elbow, and your breath stopped.
“Hey, Y/n, are you in a hurry?”
“No, yeah, yeah, no, I’m-” you mumbled and shook your head, “No, I’m not in a hurry, why? What’s up?”
“I blinked earlier and you were gone” Eddie chuckled, “I wanted to, I don’t know, it feels kinda weird getting this present. I feel like it’s not even for me”
“Why not?”
“No, no, no!” he jumped to reassure you, “I saw the little bat, he’s adorable, I know it’s for me… I’m just saying… I don’t know what I’m saying. Thank you!” He finally cleared his throat. “Thank you so much”
“You like it?” you asked, eyes open wide.
“Do I like- I love it, Y/n, it’s by far the best present I’ve ever gotten”
“Really, because-”
“Don’t bring up the fact that last year I didn’t get anything for secret santa-”
Your heart broke. “What do you mean? Why didn’t you get anything?”
“I don’t know” Eddie answered and shrugged, “It’s fine, I don’t mind but like that’s why I was so shocked when the teacher called my name”
“I’m sorry” you said softly, and looked into his eyes. “You should’ve gotten something!”
“I did!” Eddie exclaimed and pointed at the gift from you, “This makes up for every failed Christmas-”
“Failed Christmases!?” you whined. Your nose started to itch as tears built up in your eyes. “Do you really wanna make me cry right now?”
“No, no, no, never” he shook his head. “Don’t cry! It was just a joke!”
“I know it wasn’t, but I’m not gonna push you. Just… I’m sorry for all those things, and in case I managed to make this one eve the tiniest bit better, I’m really happy”
“You really did, thank you, sweetheart” Eddie grinned and opened his arms, “Can I hug you?”
“Yes” you laughed.
Eddie brought you against his chest in a sweet but firm embrace and when you pulled away, it seemed like he was about to say something. But he closed his mouth, waved his hand dismissively, and nodded towards his van.
“What?” you questioned, not moving an inch.
“Nothing!”
“It seemed like you were about to ask something. Is it about the hair products? There’s an instruction manual in there, in case-”
Eddie scratched the top of his head and avoided your eyes as a smile peaked at the corner of his lips. “It wasn’t about the hair things”
“Then?”
“I just… wanted to ask if you wanted to… maybe yeah, about the hair products. Like, maybe you wanted to come over? You could show me how to use them?”
“Oh!” you beamed, “Sure, yeah, I can do that”
“And the eyeliner! I always wanted to try it”
“Deal! Yes!”
After that, Eddie offered to drive, and as you made your way to his van, he started waving the bag around and sighed. “You know, this is the best present ever, but I hate that there isn’t something I can just, put on, I don’t know, wave around, like carry with me, so that everyone sees. Oh-” he belted, “The bunny ears!”
“Oh my god” you laughed out loud when you saw him put them on.
“How do I look?”
“Very… metal”
“Good” Eddie nodded and threw his arm around your shoulders. “I absolutely love them”
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in hindsight | eddie munson x reader
summary: if eddie munson knew two things about his life, it was this. one he was utterly in love with his best friend, two, he was definitely going to die.
a/n: back to my regularly scheduled crushing eddie munson fic. ALSO i have tried a different writing style for this one, so let me know if it works or if theres anything i can do better! as always i hope you enjoy my silly little fic ;)
Eddie Munson knew two things for certain, number one he was undeniably, completely and utterly in love with you. And number two, he was going to die.
He had fallen in love with you slowly. He had always imagined it being like the movies, that he would see someone and instantly know they were meant to be together. Stupidly, he had been waiting for that moment to happen, completely oblivious to the millions of times a day he fell a little bit more for his best friend.
You had transferred half way through middle school after your parents broke up. He had watched you trip over your words as you introduced yourself to the class, twirling your hair and staring at the floor rather then facing the room of strangers. You had worn flares, instantly letting him know you maybe weren’t going to be like every other dick in school. The only other empty seat was next to him, and for once someone didn’t wince when they realised they had to put up with him for a semester. You were oblivious to the rumours, the nicknames the endless bullying. He would learn you wouldn’t of cared even if you did, you weren’t like that.
At lunch he had watched you sit alone, politely declining joining Jason and his idiot friends with a dead look behind your eyes. Eddie had almost snorted chocolate milk when he noticed, the dejected and confused looks on the jocks faces the most entertaining thing since one of the younger kids had dropped spaghetti all over Jason by accident. It had been in the second he had decided you needed, had a god given right to become his right hand man. Eddie hadn’t gone into your friendship head over heels in love with you. It had crept up slowly on him, until it so suddenly had consumed him.
You were kind. Above all things, the sarcasm and heavy wit, you were kind. He had admired the way you always stopped to help someone, holding doors or being a shoulder to cry on to anyone that needed it. You loved films and music. You were obsessed with Rocky Horror, dressing up as Meatloaf for Halloween and laughing so hard you fell to the floor when he appeared from his trailer as Dr Frankenfurter. You were always humming along to some tune that was playing in your mind, the lyrics of the greats, Elvis, the Stones, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, Bowie, Metallica. You weren’t chained down to one genre, you didn’t confine yourself in any box and it made his head spin with how much you just knew about stuff. On every movie night without fail you would chirp in with fun facts, whisper all the lines to the Breakfast Club, hand in the air and crying by the end. You didn’t care about keeping up appearances with him, he could tell you felt comfortable around him. He saw you in no makeup and pyjamas more than he saw you dressed up. Spending whole weekends on the sofa or lying in one another beds, listening to music or watching day time tv.
He liked that he could just be quiet, not have to constantly spout off about something or show off. With you he wasn’t ‘Eddie Munson’, he was just Eddie. Some nights you would persuade him to take part in your night time routine. Painting his face with a clay face mask, braiding his hair back with a much needed oil treatment. You had introduced him to the wonders of moisturiser, of too hot showers and a good muscle relaxing body wash. You had bought him his first ever expensive shampoo and conditioner, treated him to department store cologne instead of the one he got at the gas station. When you came into his life, Eddie had felt himself become a better version go whoever he had been before. He loved those nights, even subjecting himself to listening to the girlie music you played. His face and turned a beet red when you caught him singing along to ABBA, your jaw dropping as you squealed and pulled him up from his position on your bed. “I knew it! I knew you liked them! It was only a matter of time Eddie, everyone loves ABBA!” He had tackled you to the floor, the pair of you play fighting until he had you pinned and your breathe was mingling. He eyes had been dark, you could hear his heart hammering when he leaned down “Don’t tell a soul, or i’ll tell Gareth and Jeff…” But he couldnt think of a thing, you were an open book and you knew it. Smirking up at him, using that brief second of hesitation to pin him to the floor. “I have no skeletons in my closet, unlike youuu, Fernando.” You had winked and it had sent Eddie into overdrive, not that you noticed.
You listened to him, all his rants and raves about the dead end town and the life he wanted after graduation. He hadn’t realised he had included you in those dreams. Just assuming you would always be by his side. Stealing his cheesy fries, wiping your greasy hands on him after. Twirling his curls when you were reading, stealing his jumpers on colder days and head banging along to his music on the way to school. He ran through his campaigns with you, grinning when you played along with him. Pretending to be various characters as you paraded around his trailer, face contorting into various expressions, looking to him for approval every now and then as you acted out various scenes.
Eddie had realised how bad it was one day in the cafeteria. You hadn’t done anything out of the norm, no scene stealing moment that should of set his heart aflame. Everything had just suddenly clicked, it all made sense and it had stopped Eddie’s heart.
You had your headphones on, trying desperately to finish a essay and block out the noise of the cafeteria. He had been talking to Dustin and Mike about something, whipping himself into a dramatic frenzy when something had caught his attention. He had felt funny the whole day, the weird feeling starting when he had picked you up that morning. You were wearing your usual flares, a long sleeve black crop top that showed a sinful inch of your midriff. Your hair was down, nothing new. Maybe your makeup was different, the eyeliner smokier than usual. Maybe it was your perfume, something he had found increasingly difficult to resist or ignore. You had smiled brightly as always, but it had made his chest hurt, like someone was gripping his heart and forcing it to beat out of rhythm.
He hadn’t felt it since leaving you for your first classes, but then when he saw you again the feeling had rushed over him all over again. He had watched as you clipped your hair up, several curls falling and framing your face as you scribbled furiously, Whatever Dustin had been babbling about became unimportant. The sound that had distracted him in the first place surrounded him, you were singing. He had heard you sing before, yelling away in the shower, humming lowly as you made breakfast, screaming along with him to the radio in his car. But this felt different, your voice was low, breaking in and out as you tried to focus. Eddie had frozen in his spot, trying desperately to listen to what you were singing along to under a bated breath. It was The Stones, as always. ‘Can’t You Hear me Knocking’ leaking out of your headphones due to the music being turned up so high.
Eddie had felt something powerful hit him. He was convinced there was an arrow in his chest for the rest of the day, his blood leading a trail to you. For the rest of the week he couldnt act normal around you. Suddenly everything that had come so easy felt scripted, forced. He didn’t know how to act around you anymore, every hug or nudge or nap you took against him set his entire body aflame. He hated it, now so intensely vulnerable to someone that appeared oblivious to his fumbling.
And now here he was. Just two weeks ago he had realised he loved you, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. He didn’t care what he did, if he was famous or just stuck in a dead end job and a trailer. As long as he had you he hadn’t cared. And now, well now none of it mattered.
Eddie was struggling to breathe, begging Dustin to take you back home, begging you to let him go as your hands scrambled to find purchase on his wound ridden body. He was bleeding and it was bad, you both knew it. Dustin had tried but you had forced his hands off of you, apologies lost in the mad rush back to Eddie. “Please, you need to go Princess.” He had pleaded with you once more, blood spurting out his mouth as he forced himself to talk. His grip on you growing weaker by the second. But you refused to, shaking your head furiously and refusing to let him die alone. “I can’t I…what am i gonna do…i can’t do this without you Eddie.” You couldnt stop crying, an unbearable feeling gripping you, a arrow in your back and a trail of blood leading to him.
He had closed his eyes when your hands had stroked through his curls, trying to wipe away the grime that coated his face. “Why couldnt you just stick to the plan!” You were furious, yelling at him through broken sobs when he had tried to smile despite the pain. “I never was one for rules.”
A bittersweet laugh had racked through you, hands holding his jacket tighter and tighter, not ready to go, to let him go.
But you were running out of time, you needed to get back through the gate and Dustin was yelling at you through his own tears. You had held Eddie tighter, pressing your face into his neck as gently as you could, shaking with grief when he used all his strength to pat your head gently.
“God this sucks.” He had groaned, the pain hitting a steep crescendo. You had held him tighter, wanting to tell him so much without any of the words to say it. “This isn't how i wanted...how i wanted to tell you but...christ...I…I love you. I should of told you sooner…. in hindsight” Eddie Munson’s heart stopped twice that day, all within a few minutes of each other as he willed whatever higher power there was to give him this one blessing. And just as the darkness started to wrap around him, as the image of the girl he loved began to fade away, her screams following as Dustin and Steve dragged her away, he heard her cry out. “I love you too Eddie, I always will.”
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