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cameronspecial · 5 months

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Hi, so I have a scenario in mind; where Zach loses his memories and instead of fixating on a relationship, he can't even remember having, he instead finds himself falling for his best friend, and conveniently, the only person he does remember. And it's just Y/n trying to convince him of all the good times he and his girlfriend had (because she's a "good friend that wants him to be happy even if it's not with her") but he couldn't care less, because none of the superficial shit she tells him, compares to the memories he has of her.

She'd be like, "Oh, you two are so cute, omg 🙄 you take walks together, you eat together, everyone thinks you look cute together. Blah blah blah..."

And he's basically like, "and what? A dog and his owner could do that. But us? That's the real shit, baby." Sorry, this got long xx

That Shit Has Nothing On Us

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

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When Zach got hit by the car, the only person he could remember was Y/N. Even though they were best friends and attached by the hip before the accident, he, now, clings to her like Winnie the Pooh to a honey pot and not in the same way he did before he got hit. He becomes more affectionate and touchy. He always wants to have skin-to-skin contact with her in some way. He always wants to be around her. She’s tried to tell him that he has Zoey Wallace. That she is his girlfriend, he just doesn’t care. Sure, she has had a crush on them since they were five, but she knows he is Zoey’s and she doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his relationship.

They are watching the Scream franchise and he knows they don’t scare her, yet he insists on wrapping his arm around her. “I don’t know why you wanted to have a marathon. They aren’t scary and are so predictable,” she complains, groaning at the not-surprising death of another character. Zach shrugs, “Come on. Don’t tell me you aren’t a little scared.” His arm brings her closer to his side. “Zach, they literally do the oh no the killer isn’t actually killed bit in every movie,” she points out. He grins at her, “Well, if you don’t want to watch the movies, then we can always make out.” “You have a girlfriend, Zach. You guys used to be so in love. You would go on walks to practice together. Kick the ball around. Eat with each other,” she argues, moving out of his hold. He gets up and looks into her eyes, “Everything I’ve done and talked about with her is all surface-level shit. It’s like I’m a dog and she’s my owner. But us? That’s the real shit, Baby. Everything I remember about us has always been so much deeper than anything I have with her.” “You can’t compare the present with the past. You just don’t know the deeper stuff you’ve had with her,” Y/N disagrees with a shake of her head.

“I’m comparing the present with the present Y/N. She’s always on the move with life and stuff and never takes the time to just stop. She never lets us get to know each other again.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Zach?”

“I want you to say that you’ll let me kiss you.”

“You have a girlfriend.”

“Not anymore.”

Y/N freezes at his words. “W-what? What do you mean you not anymore?” He gives her a smile, “We broke up. I didn’t feel it was right to keep dating her when I’m in love with you.” “Y-you’re in love with me?” she asks with hope in her eyes. He steps closer to her, “Since we were five years old.” Her arms wrap around his neck and their lips meet in a fiery kiss. Who knew amnesia could be the start of a beautiful thing?

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

#the other zoey #zach maclaren #zach maclaren x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction

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kayesfanfics · 18 days

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Being Friends with Benefits with Gambit

Warnings: NSFW, AFAB reader, mentions of cheating, one sided love, love triangles around every corner, Morph lowkey has a crush on you

You and Gambit had always been flirty with each other, but nothing that got physical, at least until he came to you one day. He was sick of chasing after Rogue when she didn’t want him back, so he wanted to both make her jealous and let out some pent up energy. You decided to indulge him, admitting to yourself that you really did need a good lay, and you wanted to see Rogue get jealous because of you. So you agreed and let him lead you to his bedroom, which happened to be a couple doors down from Rogues’

After that first night, the two of you went to each other when you were either horny, frustrated, jealous, or all of the above. You didn’t explicitly tell the team but they all knew, having either heard you themselves or hearing it through the gossip that quickly spread through the Mansion. Rogue had shown she was a bit upset, but she also couldn’t blame Remy after making him chase after her and leading him on when she was still shacking it up with Magneto. Still, that didn’t stop the pang in her heart when she saw him whisper to you before you giggled and followed him upstairs. You and Gambit both knew you were hurting her, but Gambit was sort of okay with it and you egged him on, saying she deserved it for leading him on all these months

You watched with disdain as Gambit’s eyes were on Rogue across the table, whom was not paying him any attention. You longed for Gambit to look at you that way, but his heart was still set on the southern belle, yet his dick was set on you. You convinced yourself you were okay with that, thinking that at least he came to you for something, even if it was just sex. But truly deep down, you wished he came to you for so much more. For now though, you pined after him as he pined after Rogue.

“Meeting dismissed. Gambit, Y/N, Jubilee, don’t forget you’ve got the Danger Room with me in an hour. Good luck.” Scott grinned, before leaving the table to go tend to his pregnant wife.

“Looks like we’re gonna get our asses kicked together, chere.” You smiled at Gambit, using the nickname he used on him.

“Yeah, looks like.” He mumbled, watching Rogue leave the room, no doubt headed to Magnetos office. You glared at the back of her head, jealous that Remy was so focused on her that he couldn’t even see you throwing yourself at him right next to him. You glowered and left the table, crossing your arms, knowing he wasn’t watching you leave. You went towards the kitchen to get a drink, definitely needing a beer before fighting Wolverine soon.

“God, that’s gotta suck hard.” You heard a playful voice from somewhere behind you. You turned and saw Morph grinning at you like a creep from the hallway, before he jumped onto the counter you sat at.

“No shit, Morph.” You grumbled, taking a swig of beer as you wallowed in your self pity. “I just…I don’t get it! Why can’t he see I’m better for him? She doesn’t pay him any mind!”

“That’s what he’s thinking about her and Magneto,” he shrugged. “You can do better than him, y’know? You deserve someone who pines after you, Y/N.”

“Yeah? Like who?”

“I don’t know…maybe-“

“Oh, this is pathetic.” You both turned to see Wolverine watching you two from the fridge.

“What is?” You asked, looking at Morph in confusion.

“You two! Both of you! All of you! It’s ridiculous, really.” He grouched at you, grabbing a beer for himself.

“Aren’t YOU pining after Jean?” You teased, making him glare at you and Morph snicker.

“This ain’t about me, I’m talking about you! Morph after you, you after that southern weasel, him after Rogue, Rogue after magnet man!” Wolverine ranted before chugging some beer.

“What do you mean ‘Morph after me’?” You asked in confusion, looking up at Morph’s embarrassed face.

“Nothing! He means nothing!” Morph glared at Wolverine, who simply rolled his eyes and went back to his beer.

You grumbled in frustration, finishing your beer and tossing it before leaving. Everything was so confusing in this place, there were love triangles everywhere you looked and apparently, you were in a few of your own. You just wanted Remy to look at you how he looked at Rogue, why was that so hard?

*later that day…*

“Ya know jus’ how ta rile Gambit up, don’ ya chere?” Remy growled in your ear as he kicked shut his bedroom door behind him, your lips locked on his jawline, leaving large and dark hickies behind as your hands clawed at his trench coat. He moaned slightly at your actions, his hands feeling up your body that he carried in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass and plush thighs as he walked the both of you over to his bed. His room was dark and smelled of his colonge, his sheets surprisingly soft as he laid you down on it, immediately climbing on top of you and letting his hands trail up your sides to your breasts, squeezing them and making you toss your head back and bite your lip as he played with them.

“Remy, please!” You whined, desperately needing to feel his touch without your suits blocking his skin. He raked his hands down your chest and abdomen before holding both your thighs in his hands, keeping them wrapped around him as he started to attack your neck with his soft lips. You moaned and grabbed a handful of his wild hair, pushing him closer to you as he sucked at that sweet spot behind your ear that sent shivers down your spine, making your back arch off the bed and press your clothed chests together.

“Why ya always gotta mess wit’ me durin trainin, dollface? Nearly fucked me right there in front’a ol Morph and Scott.” He said between kisses, his red and black eyes watching your face as you moaned and but your lip for him.

“I can’t…can’t resist you!” You pulled his hair so his lips would meet yours in a frantic kiss. “So handsome…so sexy…so wonderful…” you moaned between kisses, out of breath but not caring as you kissed him again and again.

“Aw, you charm Gambit, mon cherie~” he smiled and pulled away from the kiss, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it somewhere behind him. “How bout you show Gambit how sexy he is, huh?”

You smiled excitedly as he got off you so both of you could undress quickly, tossing clothes carelessly onto the floor, so focused on each others bodies you couldn’t care less about the mess. As soon as the both of you were undressed, you grabbed Remy by the shoulders and pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of him and straddling his waist, your pussy sitting atop his dick but not penetrating yourself just yet. You started with kissing his chest and teasing his nipples with your tongue as he folded his arms behind him to watch the show, his usual shit eating grin on his face as he watched you ravage his body. Your hands glided along his sculpted abs, following his happy trail down to his cock, one hand palming it while the other continued to feel up his body. After some more teasing, he bucked his hips up into your hand and raised an eyebrow at you, giving you the signal that he was getting tired of your teasing.

“So impatient~” you purred, trailing a finger down his chest as you crawled down the bed until your face was level with his cock. You grabbed it fully in your hand finally, making him sharply inhale as you started to move your hand slowly up and down his shaft. His arms moved to grip the sheets as you opened your lips to suck on his tip gently, swirling your tongue teasingly and watching him squirm below you. You smirked with a mouthful of his dick until his hand grabbed your hair and shoved you down, his cock quickly hitting the back of your throat, making you choke and gag around him. He heartily laughed at your reaction as he moved your head at the pace he pleased, eventually letting go once you found a good rhythm for him. You gripped his thighs when his hips bucked up into your face, warning you that he was about to cum. You braved yourself by squeezing his thighs until his semen sprayed down your throat, then rubbed his thighs as you swallowed everything he gave you.

“Fuck, chere!” Remy panted as he came down from your high, watching you sit up and wipe your mouth elegantly, your eyelashes batting at him sexily as he caught his breath. He suddenly sat up and pushed you face first into the bed so your ass was up and your face buried in the covers. You moaned as you felt his hand grab a handful of your ass and grope it, before smacking it hard enough to leave a red mark, making you yelp and grip the sheets beneath you. “Think ya can take Gambit now?”

“Yes! Please, Remy! I need you so badly!” You begged him, tilting your head to make eye contact with him behind you. He smirked and slapped your other cheek, chuckling when you squeaked and buried your face into the covers to hide your blushing face. You gasped when he tugged your hair harshly, before feeling the tip of his cock prod at your entrance. Your back arched impossibly more as he slowly entered you, whining as you felt every inch of him in detail slip into you.

He leaned down to press his chest to your back and place a few kisses on your bare shoulder, asking, “Ya alright, chere? Ready for Gambit?”

You nodded desperately and soon felt his cock pumping in and out of your pussy. You let out a choked out moan as he picked up his pace, hearing the smack of his hips against your ass as he thrusted harder and harder. You whimpered out his name pathetically like a prayer, before feeling his free hand slip beneath you and his fingers beginning to rub and pinch at your clit. You cried out at the feeling of all this stimulation at once, Remy’s skilled fingers and hips fucking you just right into his mattress.

“R-Remy, please! Fuck! Rem, I-I’m gonna…ah!” You screamed as he pistoned in and out of you, his hand pulling your hair harshly and his fingers playing with your clit expertly. “Please please please please please! Gambit! R-Rem!”

“Cum fer Gambit, mon ange! You can do it!” He huffed, out of breath from the workout of fucking you. You gripped the sheets so hard your knuckles turned pale as you shut your eyes, feeling the coil inside of you snap with one last harsh thrust of his hips into your pussy. Gambit slowly fucked you through your orgasm, pulling out and rubbing your pussy softly as he set your shaking body down on his bed, getting up and heading to his bathroom. You heard the sink run, before he returned with a washcloth to wipe down your inner thighs. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, your abdomen spasming as you came down from your high.

Once clean, he tossed the wash cloth onto the floor with the rest of your clothes and got back into bed with you, tugging the covers over you as he pulled you to his chest. You cuddled into him, hands around his abdomen and face buried into his hairy chest. He mindlessly played with your hair as the both of you relaxed and rested together, holding the other in comfortable silence as your eyes began to feel heavy.

“Remy?” You shyly spoke up, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah chere?” He asked, not moving his eyes from staring up at the ceiling.

“I um…what are we?”

You felt his hand stop playing with your hair and his breath hitch, before he let go of you and sat up, fidgeting with the covers as you slowly sat up with him, holding the covers up to your chest.

“What’s this about, mon chere?”

“You know what it’s about. I can’t…I can’t keep doing this if this is all we’ll ever lead to. I have too many strong feelings for you to do this to myself. I…I love you, Remy.”

He finally looked you in the eyes, and unreadable expression on his face, before he slowly dissolved into laughter. You glared at him and smacked his shoulder, pouring that he wasn’t taking this seriously.

“I’m, I’m sorry, Y/N! Gambits sorry, it’s just…why does this shit always gotta be so damn complicated?”

“You’re telling me.” You grumbled. “Well? What are we? Answer me.”

“We are…we are friends with benefits currently, no?” He grabbed one of your hands. “Y/N, Gambit loves ya very much, it’s just…he also loves Rogue still too. He couldn’t give ya the full attention ya wanted, not right now at least. It ain’t fair to ya, but I love ya both, at least for now.”

You looked at him sadly, despite already knowing he still loved Rogue. You thought about how Morph felt the same way you did about him, and how Gambit felt the same way about Rogue. It was a complicated love triangle…square? Whatever. It was complicated, full of strong feelings, but you knew what you all felt was real and valid for each other.

“I think I can live with that for now.” You sighed, giving him a sad smile before leaning in to kiss him.

#x men 97 #xmen x reader #gambit x reader #remy lebeau x reader #remy lebeau

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ike-mcswains-mortician · 1 month

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i went to a roller rink today with friends and now i am thinking of dndads characters at a roller rink so here you go

henry: absolutely horrible at roller skating. coordination of a baby deer. he considers it a personal victory if he can make it one lap around the rink without eating shit or clinging onto darryl. the twins mock him endlessly for this.

darryl: you can’t convince me darryl didn’t get bored one day and join a roller skating league. he is a little out of practice (and henry isn’t helping) but he has a ball. he’s the designated “help you up when you eat shit” guy.

glenn: is at best mediocre, he doesn’t fall but he also only goes a couple of laps before just hanging out by the wall the rest of the night. makes frequent trips to the dj to complain about the music choice. also spends more time at the arcade than on the rink, and wins a LOT of tickets.

ron: inexplicably amazing at roller skating. the pants were holding him back and he is just sailing around the rink. terry jr doesn’t know whether to be embarrassed or impressed.

lark and sparrow: also quite good. they’re the type to switch and skate backward, to spin each other around, to throw each other and conveniently hit henry, etc. lark is a little more coordinated than sparrow when it comes to the tricks, but sparrow wins the limbo game.

nick: spends a lot of time with glenn at the arcade. he gets on the rink for YMCA and some of the games, but that’s about it.

grant: a little out of it while he skates, cause it makes him think of yeet. he doesn’t let darryl help him up when he falls either. sits on the sideline after a while and joins the close boys at the arcade.

terry: takes it slow with grant for a while, but when grant leaves terry is actually REALLY good at skating, sometimes joining the twins in their antics and sometimes trying to keep up with ron.

scary: is also really good, apparently it’s a stampler-marlowe thing to be cracked at skating. but she stays by the wall for most of the night cause skating is lame. but she does kick ass when she wants to.

taylor: eats shit a lot. im sorry but he talks a big game up until he tries to actually stand in the skates and then his gusto is gone. he uses the provided walker and sometimes linc gives him a ride with it.

linc: boss kicks? roller rink master. he’s got shins of steel and though it takes him a minute to get used to the feel of skating, once he does he’s unstoppable.

normal: i want normal to be a great roller skater so bad but i just can’t see it. athletically he should be able to but i just think the wheels throw him off. but that doesn’t stop him from trying and by the end of the night he’s actually pretty solid.

(bonus, hermie: is god awful at roller skating until he pretends to be a character from a skating movie. switches between skating with normal and keeping him upright when he slips, and laughing when normal eats shit from across the rink.)

#tag yourself im henry /j #idk what this is i am bored and tired lol #dndads

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its-time-to-write · 6 months

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i hold it like a grudge - ch. 5

I don’t know why this fic wrecked me so much. I’m literally the author. I know what’s gonna happen. I decided what’s gonna happen. Maybe I’m just tired. also does anyone remember that time I said I hated writing chaptered fics and swearing that each one was an anomaly/the last time I’d ever do it?

table of contents you’re still everything to me

Jamie Tartt is in your kitchen, puttering around so he can make a pot of tea and with an eyebrow slit like it’s 2013 again.

He sent you to go change so you slip on sweatpants and curl up on the sofa.

“Here you are, love,” he says, setting the tea down on the coffee table. He sits on the opposite end of the sofa, a respectable distance away.

“Why didn’t I see you?” you ask, staring out the window. The room is illuminated by the streetlight glow from the kitchen.

“How d’you mean?” responds.

“I visited mum last year. I was there all day. Why didn’t I see you?”

Jamie pauses. “I went early.”

“No, no you didn’t. There weren’t any flowers when I got there, and you said you brought her flowers.”

He’s quiet long enough for you to turn and check if he’s even still in the room.

He is.

“I… saw you,” he says eventually. “Didn’t think we’d be there at the same time, but-” he raises an eyebrow as punctuation. “Anyway, I was behind a tree. Saw you sit down and at first I thought I’d just wait in the car, but you started crying and- and I didn’t know if I should say somethin’ or leave. Did neither, so I just stayed. Placed the flowers and paid my respects once you left.”

You sip your tea in silence.

After a long time you say, “I’m glad you didn’t say anything.”

“She always believed in me,” he says by way of reply. “Even when I was being a little shit, she still made me feel like she wanted me around. Three people I want to make proud the most were her, mummy, and you.”

“Wanted,” you correct. “Wanted to make proud. Mum’s gone, and we’re not even friends.”

“D’you think we ever could be?”

You consider. There’s a part of you that feels like you’re friends already. He’s in your flat for fuck’s sake.

“I don’t know,” you say. “Honestly I don’t. I’ve only ever loved you, Jamie, and for a long time I couldn’t see the future without you. I still can’t see it, I’m just living day-by-day sometimes.”

He chews his lip. “How can I make it up to you?”

He’s asking all the hard questions tonight.

“I don’t hate you anymore,” you say frankly. “You were there for me when I needed you, and you leaving me was the worst. But it turned out good. And, I dunno, over the last few days I just keep wondering what’s gonna stop you from leaving again? Deciding you want someone else more, or my value means less?”

“Maturity.” He says it slightly drawn out, enunciating the consonants. He has a hint of a smile, which is stupid, because now you have one too.

“Seriously, though, I’m not like that anymore. Went of, was a prick, and it were shit. I’ve never heard mum that mad at me, Jesus Christ. Swore my ear off, she did. Didn’t have real friends, wasn’t happy, drank a lot of vanilla vodka. Keeley broke up with me for cheating on her, too, but not with sex, like; just on a date. Said shit about accountability.”

He says it the same way he said maturity.

“Hm,” you say. What else is there to say, really?

“Hm,” you say again as you reach to set your tea down and move to the other end of the couch so you’re pressed up against Jamie’s side.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.

“Stay the night?” you whisper. “I don’t want to be alone and I have a guest bed.”

Jamie nods.

—

It’s 3am, and you wake up with the sound of your mum saying your name still echoing in your room. You’d been dreaming, showing her the life you’d created and she’d smiled the whole time. She wasn’t wispy, she was the same mum who kicked a football with Jamie, sang horribly off-key with Simon, and convinced Georgie to even give him a chance in the first place.

Tears pool in the corner of your eye.

I am not drowning. I can do this.

There’s a light tap on the door. “Come in,” you croak.

Jamie pushes it open and sticks his head in. “You’re crying,” he states. “Woke up a minute ago feeling shitty.”

You pat the bed and roll over.

Jamie climbs in under the covers and reaches tentatively for your hand. You let him take it.

“Just because I’m emotionally fragile does not mean that I forgive you,” you tell him tearfully. “I’m just pretending you never left and everything’s fine so I’m not going to hate myself for letting you into my room and letting you see me cry.”

“Alright,” he whispers. “C’mere. We’ll forget about it in the morning.”

You both move closer under the covers. You blame sleep and grief for the kiss you press to his clavicle, and you’re sure you’re dreaming they way he murmured, “How the fuck did I ever leave you?”

—

Jamie is true to his word. He doesn’t say a word when you wake up, just extricates himself from your hold and goes downstairs.

“I’ll be here for today,” he tells you once you drag yourself out of bed. “After that, you can decide how you feel about me. You don’t have to think about it today.”

It’s a four-hour drive to Manchester, and you’re not sure when it was decided that a) Jamie was coming with you, or b) that he’d be the one driving. He stops to pick up breakfast and coffee and doesn’t say a word about eating in his fancy car. You stare out the window and let the music playing over the speakers flow over you. It’s still raining, less than last night but still heavily.

You grip Jamie’s hand with white knuckles and cry, truly cry in a way you only allow once a year but this time, there’s a new component.

I could’ve had this, you think. You and Jamie, together.

Something new tugs at your chest and you turn to look at Jamie. Tears have gathered in the corners of his eyes, and he’s sniffling a but, trying not to let it show.

You readjust in your seat so you’re leaning against his arm, and he tilts his head to rest on yours for a fraction of a moment.

—

Your mum’s place is the same as it always is. Her name, printed in rounded letters. The dates, signifying that she did not spend enough time here. You place down your blanket and sit, back against the headstone as usual with your head tilted up to the sky. Jamie stands a good distance away, just watching with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Hi mum,” you begin, voice cracking. “Um, I’m sorry I don’t get up here much. But that’s what kids do, right? Leave the nest and only visit on holidays.

Things are going well still. I’ve gotten offers for collabs with some brands, so I guess that’s cool. Jamie’s here, he’s by the tree though. I don’t- I don’t know what to do about it, mum. I wish you were here. You always saw things clearer than any of us, and I just don’t know. Turns out I didn’t ever stop loving him. Keeley thinks we have this weird cosmic connection or something. Do you believe in that? I think you might have.

I- I think we’re going to see Georgie and Simon after this. I don’t really know. I haven’t been thinking straight today, you know. I just miss you. I want to hug you again and I promise I’m okay on my own, it’s just hard sometimes. I thought- I thought-”

You’re unable to get the rest of the words out. It’s fucking sunny out and it feels wrong, like the world should remember this is a day to mourn a soul who should’ve been around longer. The sky should at least have the decency to cry along with you.

A hand touches your face to wipe away a tear. You wrap your arms around Jamie’s neck and he just holds you for a minute, an hour, a year. Time might be passing but you’re unaware of it. He’s whispering in your ear, saying, “I’ve got you, it’s alright love, take as much time as you need,” but it’s only sounds to you. Sweet sounds, but not comprehensible words.

It’s safe, here. It shouldn’t be, here on your mother’s grave with your cheating ex-boyfriend in your arms, but it doesn’t feel like that.

It feels more like you’ve finally arrived home after years of travel.

Jamie feels the same as he did before he made it to the Premier League, back when he’d nick flowers from a garden and climb through your window late at night, not like the prideful boy who broke your heart in five minutes over the phone.

“I’m here as long as you need,” he murmurs, and you believe him.

You pull away slightly to look him in the face. “I love you,” you say.

He smiles, but only with his eyes as he swipes a thumb under your eye. “I love you too,” he says. “Don’t think I ever really stopped.”

It’s at that exact moment that the sun disappears behind a cloud and it begins to rain.

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#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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wjehfshs · 9 months

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Keegan and Logan relationship HCs both fluffy and smutty bc I’m on a kick for them rn (seperate)

This is gonna contain NSFW, also don’t ask me why I put hello kitty as the GIF I just felt like it

Keegan

Sfw:

I think everyone can agree this man’s cuddly

I saw someone hc (I can’t remember who) that he bites affectionately

Like will just bite your shoulder or smth

Also he rides a motorcycle (he’s better at driving it than a car, thankfully), and he loves to take you on rides at night for a date

First getting with him you probably had to confess, look he’s not insecure or anxious it’s just that he didn’t pick up on you liking him as well

Kinda just stood there after you asked him out like “😦”

“Kid stop messin’ with me it’s not funny”

“I’m not messing with you Keegan”

“Oh… Oh!” Got all excited internally but tried to keep that stoic demeanour

First time cuddling with him (which was probably right after you confessed) he lay on top of you, putting his full weight on you (if safe to do so ofc), and basically just melted, almost fell asleep if you didn’t have to get up to use the bathroom

Anytime before he has to go on a mission he’s extra cuddly, basically glued to you

And if you work day or night he’s devastated

Part of him wants to convince you to quit your job so he can have you all to himself when he’s home and he also makes very good money, but if you genuinely like your job/career. He’s supporting you 110% and won’t say anything

Will have you on his lap as he plays games or watches TV with you

If you also play games even better, sometimes he lets you win just to see you happy

But if you naturally beat him at a game where we didn’t let you win he’s all pouty and shit

Still can’t help but let his heart skip a beat when he sees you all excited, even if you’re rubbing your win in his face

If you have a cat, the cat and him are standoffish at first, kinda fighting for your attention but now they can’t be separated

Spends like a good 2 hours saying good bye to the cat before he is deployed

Falls asleep with it on his chest

If you have a dog he’s all over it immediately, treats it like it’s his childhood dog or smth

You catch him cuddling with the dog while watching TV, sometimes even falls asleep while watching and the dog just sits there with a smile on its face

Probably prefers big dogs but doesn’t mind either way

After he gets home from a mission no matter how long he was away, he’s hugging you, kissing you, and lifting you up in his arms in the middle of the airport like you haven’t seen each other in 5 years, doesn’t care if people are staring at all

If you get embarrassed he may tone it down a bit but he just can’t help himself

If you two get married/have a traditional wedding, he’s so impatient, just wants to kiss you

When he’s told he can he just wraps you in a bear hug and kisses you, he’s just so happy that he gets to be with you

If you don’t want to get married/don’t want a traditional wedding he’s also totally fine with that

Doesn’t care if you’re married or not, doesn’t care if the wedding is traditional or not he’s just so happy to be with you

Nsfw:

You two don’t make out for very long when you do because he’s also impatient in that area, can’t control himself sometimes he gets so worked up

He’s into some very kinky stuff (only with consent and very long talks from you two)

He also likes biting in the bedroom, if you aren’t ok with it he won’t draw blood or hurt you two bad but if you give him the ok, or even better want it, he’s having a field day

When he’s away he lives for phone sex with you

When domming he’s rough (unless you ask him not too or you’re more vanilla), but if either of you are having a bad day or smth he’s soft and very vanilla

When he’s having a bad day tho he prefers to sub, I think he’s pretty quiet when subbing, not for any particular reason, just is

Covers his mouth when subbing because even when being dommed he loves to hear you moan

Not above being pegged/anal

I’ve mentioned this in a couple of past posts but I fully believe that Keegan is a tit man

Doesn’t matter if they’re big, small, uneven, different sizes, covered in stretch marks, have hair, fake, or on a man HE. LOVES. TITS.

Will bury his head in them when cuddling and Will also occasionally cover them in hickeys

Also loves cumming all over them

If you don’t say otherwise, he’s all over them. You cannot detach this man from your boobs

If you’re insecure about them his mouth is not leaving them until you feel better

He would never admit this but he loves when you make him cum all over his clothes/in his pants

If you’re ok with it, he’ll do stuff like choking, spitting, specifically in your mouth/on your tongue, and the occasional ass slap (but remember consent is key guys)

He LOVES to eat you out, female genitalia or male genitalia he doesn’t care

Eye contact>>>

A bit of a dirty secret of his but he loves when you look away so he can hold your face and force you to look at him

Dirty talk dirty talk dirty talkkkkk

Oral fixation

Logan

Sfw:

He’s a bit of an anxious lover

Also less experienced than Keegan

He’s not clueless but you may have to guide him on some stuff

Very protective of you

Unlike Keegan, he can actually be trusted behind the wheel of a car

He prefers to show his love through acts of service

That’s not to say he doesn’t love any kind of affection giving or receiving

But there’s just something about being able to cook you breakfast while you’re asleep, taking care of you while you’re sick, and helping you pick out an outfit

Although I do have to admit he does also enjoy being taken care of

But he prefers to take care of you than be taken care of

Please cuddle this man likes he’s the most precious thing ever made, he needs it

He’s too embarrassed to admit it but he loved when you whisper and coo at him

And if you cuddle him while playing with his hair, this man is out COLD

But equally he loves when you fall asleep on top of him

I believe since he’s the youngest of the Walker family, he probably feels insecure about his strength so if you fall asleep wrapped in his arms it’ll make him feel big and strong

Cold days where you can cuddle with him>>>

His kisses are soft and calm

He was the one to confess, well kinda

Hesh did it for him

Hesh just kinda strolled up to you casually one day with Logan silently standing behind him

“Hey [name]! How are you? Cool cool. Anyways just letting you know Logan’s in love with you… bye!” And then he walks off leaving you and Logan alone

And it just went from there

Hesh wasn’t stupid, he knew you both liked each other but Logan wasn’t convinced

The only reason he let Hesh confess to you for him was because Hesh promised to treat him to a “sorry dinner” if he was wrong and you didn’t feel the same

Luckily Hesh was right

While Keegan is a biter, Logan is more of a licker

He won’t just randomly lick you like Keegan but he’ll probably kiss you somewhere and leave a little lick for shits and giggles

I do believe he’s selectively mute

So most of the time he doesn’t talk at all but I’m rare occasions he’ll whisper something to you and only you

Probably something like “baby I’m tired… can we go home?”

Or “I love you so so much”

It’s like a special treat just for you

He tries to take as many photos of you and the both of you together, prints it out, and takes the little photo with him on missions

Nsfw:

Prefers to soft dom

But either way he will absolutely destroy your insides as he kisses all up and down your torso

If he’s subbing, please crush this man’s head in between your thighs

Doesn’t matter if they’re thick, thin, fatty, muscly, whatever please just crush him

He wants to suffocate between them

He would happily die in between your legs

Also gets whiny when subbing

Jerk this man off while he whines and begs, bucking his hips up into your hands

Not really as kinky as Keegan but loves being rough or you being rough on him

Doesn’t matter if you have a dick yourself or use a strap on, he wants to deep throat it

Will bend you in half when fucking you

Especially when he’s close

If he’s feeling mean one day he will manhandle you

Flipping you from position to position on the bed, basically throwing you around like a rag doll

Sometimes he’ll wear his mask while you two will do it

Aftercare with him is top tier tho, kisses, maybe a bath or shower, food if you’re hungry, water, maybe even a hot chocolate

As I said earlier he loves to take care of you

Prefers things clean but does like cumming on your face

#cod x reader #cod #cod ghosts #cod ghosts x reader #cod ghosts smut #keegan russ x reader #Logan Walker x reader

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harrywavycurly · 9 months

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Trouble Next Door Part 15 part 2: Porch Convo

Find Part 15: Here

Masterlist: Here

TW: Cursing, Steve is drunk, mentions of cheating and divorce and a tiny small bit of violence

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A/N: I didn’t wanna have to make y’all wait too long for this so I hope you enjoy and that it’s everything you wanted it to be😂✨

“Yo Steve you’ve gotta go man….you don’t live here anymore.” “Where did…did you come from?” “Uh…my house?” “Oh…figured you’d be moved in here by now…why aren’t you?” “What? Why would…you know what it’s pointless…you gotta go okay? She doesn’t want you here.” “I miss her.” “Cool…but miss her from somewhere else before I call Hopper.” “She loves you.” “No shit we are bestfriends…we love each other…” “no she’s in love with you…it’s fucking obvious…so so obvious and I…I married her anyway and now…now everyone hates me and Dustin won’t even talk to me…” “you have to lay off the whiskey dude…it’s not your friend…clearly makes you delusional.” “I’m not fucking delusional you asshole! My wife is in love with you and the only way I could…test if she cared about me was to…do this.” “What…did you just say? You cheated on her to see if she actually cares about you?” “She doesn’t…she just kicked me out…Chrissy kissed me you know? During game night…she kissed me because she knew you wouldn’t care.” “Stop talking Steve.” “Said that you only care about one person and we both know who that is….so Chrissy just kissed me.” “Steve…for the love of god shut the fuck up and get off her porch.” “I don’t want a divorce…I don’t want Chrissy…I don’t love her…I love my wife.” “You don’t get to cheat on your wife just to see if she loves you or not then say you don’t want a divorce….you fucking sleaze-ball…now get up.” “Maybe I can make her love me the way she loves you…maybe she’ll come around.” “Not gonna happen…do you not see where you’re at? You’re outside her house begging for her to love you…but why would she ever let you into her house or her heart again…when she was actually madly in love with you what did you do? You fucked my wife…just to see if your actual wife would care? You’re a sick motherfucker Steve and you need to leave.” “Madly in love with me? Are you fucking joking?” “Does it look like I’m joking?” “She’s never been madly in love with me Eddie…she’s just been too stupid-” “don’t you ever call her stupid you fucking asshole.” “Jesus Christ…I think….I think you broke my nose.” “I didn’t…we’d both know if I did….now fucking leave before I do actually decide to break something of yours…” “I just want her to love me…like she loves you.” “Well…can’t say she’s gonna love me when I go in there and tell her I punched you in the face…I just need you to know something Harrington.” “What?” “She doesn’t love me the way she loved you…she didn’t marry me…she married you…she didn’t pick me…she picked you…not because she needed a place holder but because she fucking loved you.” “What?…what? No…no that’s not-” “it is true…she loved you man…but you fucked it all up…” “I…I gotta…I gotta go.” “Bout fucking time…oh and tell Chrissy all this shit about not loving her will ya? She is convinced you’re in love with her and want your happily ever after with her…but do it..gently please…” “Uh yeah…okay…yeah I’ll…do it gently…tell her I love her?….please?” “No…now goodnight Steve…go take a cold shower and have a cup of black coffee and you’ll be fine…send me the bill for the dry cleaning to get the blood out of your shirt…”

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writingforstraykids · 2 months

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hi author moon 👋🏾

hope your doing well and i wanted to put in a request. Chanlix x fem reader with prompts 65,67 and 75 with fluff please?

also MERRY CHRISTMAS

if you don’t celebrate that, then happy holidays!! ♥️🎄

Hello my dear, I hope you had a lovely holiday season and started well into the new year. I'm sorry I wasn't able to finish this one before Christmas but I really hope you like it😊Thank you for the request💕

We always need you

Pairing: Felix x Chan x fem!reader / Chanlix x fem!reader

Word Count: 981

Summary: After a long week you and Felix decide to convince Chan to take a break and relax for one

Warnings/Tags: fluff

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan wakes up to someone planting tiny, loving kisses all over his face. He makes a soft sound and rolls onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow. “No,” he protests weakly, and can hear you giggle.

“Morning, love,” you greet him fondly and run your hand through his untamed curls. “Come on, you have to be back at the company in an hour.”

“Don’t want to,” he groans and buries himself deeper into the pillow. “You can’t make me.”

“Maybe not…but Lixie can,” you smirk, and Chan snorts.

“Yeah, sure, I wanna see that,” he laughs, flinching away when someone hits his arm playfully.

“I’ll show you,” Felix chimes in, and Chan turns onto his back, squinting his eyes at him. Felix hovers over him with an amused grin, hair hanging into his face as he does. “You look like shit.”

“Good morning to you, my charming baby,” Chan laughs, not even offended, and rubs his face tiredly.

“When did you get back yesterday?” you ask.

“You mean today. When did you get back today?” Felix corrects you with a chuckle, and you fondly roll your eyes at him.

“I don’t know, three?” Chan shrugs.

“That means five,” you sigh softly, scolding him more gently than you should.

“Fine,” Chan sighs right back at you. “I just needed to finish-.”

Felix shuts him up with a kiss, leaning down and connecting their lips tenderly. “It’s always just one little thing you had to finish; don’t bother,” he laughs, and Chan shoves his chest.

“I demand cuddles,” Chan announces cheerfully and reaches out for you. You let him pull you against his chest and get comfortable, smiling at Felix, who does the same. Your hand finds Felix’s, and you intertwine your fingers on Chan’s stomach. Chan soothingly runs his hands through your hair, smiling as the two of you search his near. “I love you two so much.”

“We love you too, Channie baby,” you answer with a fond smile. “We missed you yesterday.”

“Oh, come on,” he chuckles. “You have each other. What would you need me for?”

“We always need you,” Felix argues gently and cuddles closer. “All we do is talk about how much we miss you when you’re not there when we go to bed.”

“Mhm, we really miss your warm hugs and kisses then,” you agree.

Chan almost chokes on his chuckle as tears brim his eyes. He didn’t expect you to be so sweet and actually feel like it makes such a difference if he’s there in the evening or not. “Bullshit,” he whispers weakly, but the way your grip on him grows tighter proves him differently.

“Can you finish off earlier tomorrow?” Felix asks, soothingly rubbing his chest and nuzzling his nose into his neck. “We wanna take you out for dinner.”

“Any special occasion?” he asks surprised.

“No…we just think you deserve a break,” you tell him, and Chan’s heart is about to burst.

“Also, in case we haven’t mentioned that, we missed you the past few nights,” Felix giggles.

“Do you have time? If not, we can reschedule,” you promise, and Chan quickly shakes his head.

“No, I have time, I always have time for you two. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to show you that in the past few weeks,” he apologizes and hugs you both very tightly. “Dinner sounds amazing.”

The next evening, Chan drags himself in ten minutes before your departure. He throws his bag into a corner, kicks his sneakers off, and stifles a yawn as he makes his way into the living room. Chan’s exhausted from the lack of sleep these past few days; his back and neck hurt from sitting at his desk all the time, and his body screams for a break after that extra lesson with Min today. He had been anxious to mess up the new choreo, and Minho was glad to help him out, but they were both exhausted after. Chan forces a smile onto his lips, pretending to be so thrilled about their public dinner tonight. He frowns, seeing Felix and you still on the sofa in casual clothes and tilts his head at you. “Uh…I thought we leave in ten minutes?”

You flash him a smile and shake your head. “Lix told me how tired you were when he stopped by,” you tell him, and Chan’s frown deepens.

“We decided to go out another time. What you need tonight are cuddles, your favorite meal, and a long, warm bath,” Felix adds with a gentle smile.

“But…what about dinner?” Chan asks, sitting down heavily between the two of you as you pull him down. “You two were so excited.”

“You being home and able to relax is worth so much more,” you promise, and Felix hums agreeingly.

“And when did you ever say no to cuddles and a nice night in?” Felix giggles.

Chan looks at the two of you stunned, and can’t fight the tears brimming his eyes. “You’re so cute,” he breathes out, and before he knows it, the two of you wrap him in a loving, warm hug. He sniffles softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed, and smiles as neither of you questions it. “I love you so much.”

“We love you too, babe,” Felix assures him and kisses his cheek. “Now try and relax a little, and let us handle the rest, okay? No thinking for others tonight, just let us spoil you.”

“Okay,” he chuckles softly and wipes his cheeks as you pull back from him, laughing at himself. Only then does he notice what both Lix and you are wearing. “Are those my shirts?”

“They’re plain black. Take a wild guess, Channie love,” Felix snorts.

“I still get confused sometimes when I open your closet and stare right into the void,” you add, laughing as Chan makes a soft protesting sound and lovingly pinches your side.

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oreolemur · 7 days

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Regret- Sukuna Fanfic

Sitting in the front of the classroom, Yuji Itadori never went a day in his High School life without falling victim to your torture. He never said a word to you, nor anyone in fact. He stuck to himself, avoiding any type of conflict that happened. You didn’t have a good reason to bully him, but his coward-like aura attracted you. Everyday, he put up with your assaults. He was good at keeping his emotions stable. He was sweet, but it was all an act. There was something inside of him that wanted you to pay, to hurt, and to suffer. It was a never ending bickering between Itadori and his curse. No one knew about Sukuna, and he wanted to keep it that way. No matter how many times you hurt him, Yuji wanted to protect you, but lately, his tolerance began to fade. He wasn’t capable of hurting anyone, let alone a girl. Your bullying tactics became too much for him, causing him to cough up blood, and even pass out occasionally.

Angered, he planned to get his revenge. Nothing too harmful, but just enough to convince you to leave him alone. Yuji followed you into the locker room after your soccer practice. His curse, Sukuna, supported his idea. “About time you have some fun. Show that bitch who’s boss”.

He watched and waited until you were vulnerable enough to attack. He carried a knife with him, in case things didn’t go well. “Hopefully, I won’t have to use this”, he glared at it in his hand. Days prior to this, he was so sure that he was ready. Ready to hurt you, to mess with you as you did him. Yuji felt as if he reached his limit. He saw you undress, knowing you were alone and that you were at his mercy. However, he was beginning to chicken out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? She has her back turned. Go in, now”, Sukuna said. Walking away, you headed towards the shower room. “Stop being a pussy and go!”. The boy’s heart pounded, making him turn around to run away. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it”, he cried. Before he stepped foot out the exit, Sukuna took the opportunity to switch. “If you won’t do it, I will”. He tightened his grip around the knife, grinning at the thought of him hurting you.

Turning off the water, you reached over to grab your towel. “You won’t be needing that”, a voice said. Looking over your shoulder, you saw who you thought was Yuji. “What the fuck? Get out!”, you shouted. Sukuna stood behind the shower’s divider, “Why? Can’t a guy enjoy some nudity”. You were caught off guard by the deepness of his tone. The black markings on his face and arms also caught your attention. “What happened to your face? And why are you here? Is this some lame attempt to make me afraid of you?”, you scoffed.

Wrapping up, you grabbed your things, proceeding to walk out. “Next time think of a better plan”, you stared at him as you went by. Before making it pass, Sukuna took hold of your arm, “That mouth of yours, fix it, or I’ll fix it for you”. The two of you side-eyed each other. You dropped your toiletry bag, swinging your arm to hit his face,“Who the fuck-”. Using his speed, Sukuna stopped you. “I’m warning you right now, act stupid and I will break you”. Irritated, you ignored his words, lifting your leg to kick him.

“Women”, he sucked his teeth, grabbing your leg, making you fall. Your back hit the floor hard, gasping as you attempt to sit up. Sukuna pushed you back down with his foot, placing it on your neck. He watched you struggle, adding pressure to your throat. “Apologize”, he demanded. Clawing at his calf, you refused. “Eat shit, bitch”. He raised an eyebrow, enjoying how much you were begging for him to hurt you more. “Get off me now, or I’ll make you regret it”, you threatened. Sukuna smiled, moving his foot. He stood back, allowing you to get up.

“Apologize”, he repeated. Flicking him off, he angrily punched you in the stomach. “See, usually I would’ve cut your finger off, but I’m feeling a little nice today”. He kicked you over and over again. The white floor tiles began to stain with your blood. Sukuna stopped for a brief moment, observing your nude figure. “Change of plans, Yuji”, he thought.

Unbuckling his belt, he bent down, taking a fist full of your hair. Your mouth was bloody, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. “Since you want to open your mouth so much, why not put it to good use”. He slid his boxers down, letting his cock spring up. Surprised, you tried to pull away. “Stop fighting. As a woman it’s your job to please me”. He pushed your head down towards his shaft, but you kept your mouth shut. “The one time I want you to open up and you keep it closed”, he pinched your nose. Fighting back, you tried your hardest not to give in. “Stop being so stubborn”, he gritted.

Your body began to jerk, forcing you to open your mouth. Before you could take a breath, Sukuna shoved himself inside. “Think of it as a lollipop. Only this time, you have to suck the whole thing”. His thrusts were hard, making your nose hit his pelvis. “It’s not fun being a victim is it?”, the curse laughed. He felt you gagging on his cock, pleasuring him even more. He fucked your throat more instensely, working to get his orgasm. “As a thank you, I’ll give you a little gift”. He held your head in place, releasing his cum. “Swallow every last drop”. You struggled to keep the warm liquid in. Your cheeks swell as you try to hold it. Letting go, Sukuna pulled out, fixing his pants. You took the chance to spit out his cum, attempting to escape.

“What a waste”, he sighed, throwing Yuji’s knife at your back. “Fuck!”, you yelled. Desperately reaching to get the weapon, Sukuna grabbed your arms, pulling them behind you. He stomped on your back, resting his foot on you. Pissing him off, he yanked both of your limbs, dislocating them. Your painful cries filled the room. He bent down to get the knife, throwing it aside. “All you had to do was swallow. You’re more hard headed than I thought”. He dropped your arms, grabbing your waist to flip you over.

Looking into your eyes, Sukuna became aroused by your tearful face. He wanted to hurt you more, to hear you scream, and make you beg. He right hooked your face, laughing at the blood you spat out. He continued, watching your eyes slowly close. Sukuna stopped, “I’m not done with you”. Using his healing ability, he reversed some of the damage, only to give you more suffering.

Once you were awake and able to move, it was too late for you to run. Sukuna used Yuji’s belt as a restraint around your wrist. Your back was arched and your knees sore. “Doggy style suits a bitch like you”, the King of curses sent a hard slap to your damp ass. He slid two of his fingers in you, thrusting it gently for good measure. You heard him chuckle, feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance. With one push, he penetrated your walls, enjoying how tight you were. He used your waist for support, fucking you roughly. Your pussy couldn’t adjust to his size, “P-please”, you uttered. Sukuna ignored you. “Y-Yuji. I-I’m sorry”. You wailed against the cold floor, feeling weak. The harder Sukuna went, the more your cervix began to break.

You begged and apologized repeatedly, catching the curse’s attention. Stopping, he turned you over on your back. “Repeat that”, he demanded. He spread your legs, putting them both over his shoulders. “I’m sorry”, you cried. He grinned at your pathetic apology, “You're sorry?”. You shook your head,”Y-yes”. He leaned into you, making himself go deeper. You whimpered, placing your hands on his chest.

“For what exactly?”, he grunted. You felt his breath hit the side of your neck. “B-bullying you”. Sukuna still wasn’t satisfied,”Tell me more”. He took hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him. “What did you do? Why are you apologizing?”. Staring deep into each other’s eyes, you finally noticed that it wasn’t Yuji you were talking to. “I-I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for calling you names and beating you. I’m-”. Sukuna’s slow hard thrust, cut you off. “Don’t stop”, he ordered. “I’m sorry for making you bleed and pass out. I promise I’ll leave you alone”. Believing you, he climaxed, allowing every drop of him to spill inside of your womb.

He undid the restraints, walking away to dress himself. He left you on the floor, sore and in pain. “Did you have to be that rough with her?”, Yuji asked. Sukuna looked back at you and smirked. “At least she won’t mess with you again”.

#jjk smut #jjk sukuna #jujustsu kaisen smut #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna smut #yuji itadori #tw noncon

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sangoqueenkoko · 1 month

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Father here 💅

I'm requesting Childe x non binary reader (amab)

Ehheheheh yeah sorry I know you hate him

Childe coming back from getting defeated by the Traveler(up to you who beats his ass)to come home to his lover, fluff overload

IF YOU DON'T WANNA DO CHILDE, Xiao x reader (nonbinary still)

Same thing but after the chasm situation.

father‼️🗣️ hello

this is shit. sorry

CHILDE

safe retreat

Fluff

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Summary: Childe picked a fight with the legendary Traveller. He doesn’t care how bad it may seem, he just wants to come home to you.

Warnings? Childe nearly gets beaten to a pulp by the Traveller. His fault. Womp womp. What a shmuck. Contains a smidge of mention of blood.

Contains a mention of Traveller (Aether), Paimon and Childe of course!

“Do NOT call me that! Girlie. Ew!” Aether, the Teyvat renowned Traveller, yelled in disgust as he quickly and swiftly parried the Harbingers attacks.

“Yeah! And he’s not even a girl anyway!” Paimon squealed as she kicked her foot in the air before quickly pulling back Aether by the collar as an attack swiftly flew by Aether’s face without him even noticing.

The Traveller knew not to literally beat this guy to death because of who he’s associated with, and they could literally come after you if anything would happen to him. Well.. seeing as how no one really did much with the passing of La Signora, uh… there would be someone who would absolutely come after you and do what you did to him.. to you.

In the Liyuean countryside sat a sweet yet unquant house that held the traditional curved roof and architectural features such as patterns as well as carvings of a dragons and other mythical creatures of the nation. Each feature placed with extra precision and care. But not merely enough of care that was in said house.

Regular adventures tend to come across this house on their travels, but they never seem to know who owns the property.

But a select few did.

On the beaten path that lead towards the house, lined with Glaze Lillie’s each side, walked a worn and beaten Harbinger. Childe. A hand on his side as he had a bruised rib or something from being too arrogant against a certain someone.

He tasted iron in his mouth before coughing and spitting something out. A tooth. Oh well. Not like he needed it anyway.

He sighed as he walked to the door before he knocked. He heard some sudden rushed noises inside before the door soon flung open.

“привет, мой любимый”, he began before he was cut off by you in a panic.

“Childe! What happened to you?! Are you Okay?!” You yelped as you helped him inside, “who did this to you??”

He chuckled lightly with a slight smirk, “heh. Well.. a certain Traveller did this to me. I may or may not have gotten too brash and cocky.”

Sighing, you got the household first aid kit, which was larger than a normal households because of how prone Childe is to get hurt in fights, that he started, and got the supplies needed. Bandages, plasters, etc.

“You know you can’t keep picking fights like this. Especially with someone as powerful as The Traveller! Please be careful” you took some wipes out to clean his wounds. From cuts on his hands, his abdomen to bruises on his head.

“But I suggest you stay at home and rest to give your body a chance to heal, Okay?”

“Okay, любовь.”

“Good” you said before planting a light kiss on the side of his head, “I don’t want you to pick fights with other people, especially if they seem weaker than you. You never know their true strength.”

…

“Owww!” He complained lightly, trying to be convincing. Yet failed.

“That did not hurt” you deadpanned. You knew there wasn’t any injuries there, as you checked the area before and he didn’t react.

“It did”, he lied with a child(e)ish pout.

“привет, мой любимый” - “hello, my beloved”

“любовь” - “love”

#gender neutral reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #childe #childe x reader #childe fluff #childe x you #childe headcanons #genshin impact x reader #what a shmuck

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star-girl69 · 11 months

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: idk why this chapter is so obscenely long but i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of blood, minor graphic injury, mentions of injury, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Two - Call Me Posion

Chapter Two - Call Me Poison

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The first person on the team you met was Shauna. You had a few classes together, and had eventually been assigned to work on a project together. You got along well, worked together well, and after you got a 100- you didn’t stop hanging out. The two of you helped each other with homework, kept each other company.

You both had ambitious college plans, and sometimes it was just nice to be with someone who understood that.

With Shauna came Jackie, and with Jackie came everyone else. You wouldn’t say you were best friends with everyone on the team, but they all respected the work you put into your articles and the dedication you applied to the team. Soon, it was more like writing about people you really knew rather then just some girls on a soccer team.

You squinted as you left the school, the bright sunlight hurting your eyes, but you simply walked next to Shauna, looking down at the Yellowjackets jersey her and Jackie has convinced the coach to order for you.

It was gratifying, in a way. Like you were an honorary member of the team. So what you didn’t kick the ball, you came to every game. You knew all about their strengths and weaknesses, and wrote about each game they played, as they slowly climbed to the national ranks.

You and Shauna made it towards the group of Yellowjackets gathered in front of the school, easy to pick out amongst the rest of the students.

“This is what we’ve worked for all season.” Taissa hissed at Lottie and Natalie. “You really wanna take that chance?”

“Yeah.” Natalie responded. “‘Cause I’m not a fucking asshole.”

“Why are you guys talking about?” Shauna asked.

Silence for a moment, none of them seemed to want to answer.

Finally, Lottie spoke, her hand behind her neck.

“…Allie.”

You and Shauna looked over at her, talking with her friends.

“What about her?” Shauna asks.

“Did you black out at states?” Taissa scoffs. “She totally choked-”

“She’s a freshman, Tai,” Natalie cuts in.

“She’s a liability,” Tai counters. Her eyes flick between all of you. “She can’t screw up if she doesn’t get the ball.”

“You wanna freeze her out,” Shauna confirms.

“At least we’d know what we’re working with.” Tai says.

“She kind of sucks, but…” Lottie trails off. “I don’t know.”

“That’s because it’s bullshit,” Natalie says, her voice filled with disbelief, her hands raised up.

“Oh, yeah? What’s your plan, then?” Tai asks in mock interest.

Natalie drops her hands. “I don’t know. Play like a fucking team and win?”

Now, her and Tai have turned to face each other, engaging in this second silent battle.

“It’s worked so far.”

“Everything works until it doesn’t.”

She looks Natalie up and down.

“And for the record, you smell… like a wino. Get your shit together.”

A wide smile crosses Natalie’s face.

“You know what? Fuck this.”

“Wow. Okay,” Tai says.

Lottie licks her lips. “Doesn’t feel right.” She grabs her bag and runs off, following Natalie.

“Jackie’s not gonna like it,” Shauna says.

“Then we probably shouldn’t tell her.”

She’s team captain, you think to yourself, how are they not supposed to tell her?

Instead, Tai walks off and Shauna turns to you.

“Come to practice tomorrow?” she asks, the Allie sistustion long forgotten.

“Y-yeah,” you say, finding your voice after watching that heated exchange.

“Good. I wanna cram for the english test tomorrow.” She gives you a lopsided smile and you return it, thinking about nationals.

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You watch from the bleachers as Coach Ben makes all the girls take a knee, and Misty stands uncomfortably close to him. But, Misty has always had this weird, unreciprocated closeness with him- and sometimes it was easier to just forget it. You could barely hear Coach Ben say something about a scrimmage with JV.

Then, Laura Lee leads everyone in prayer, even though it’s just a scrimmage, and the girls all shout “Amen!” before they start playing.

They move in a blur, and you don’t really pay much attention to the practice game, instead focusing on writing your latest rough draft.

“Come on, Allie, that should have been yours!” Coach Ben shouts, and you look up in time to see Taissa switch teams.

You think back to the conversation yesterday.

Taissa wouldn’t… hurt… Allie, right?

But before you can let the thought sink in deeper, the game has already started again.

Taissa pushes Allie off of the field, bullies her, until she finally makes a good pass. You hum to yourself. Perhaps whatever Taissa is doing is working.

You look back down at the paper in front of you, scribbling out a few words, adding a few new ones, before the sound of something cracking fills the air- and someone falling.

You look up just as Allie starts screaming, rolling around on the ground and clutching her knee, pouring red like a river, right down her bright white socks.

Everyone gasps and gathers around her, but no one helps as she screams.

“Help!” she starts screaming, and Coach Ben leans down beside her, clearly at a loss. The rest of the team breaks out from their shock, and jump into action, trying to comfort her.

Finally, Misty runs over with a spare red pinny.

It’s hard to see from here, but you can just faintly see bone sticking out from just under her knee. You gasp and stand up.

Misty presses the red fabric right over her wound, cussing Allie to scream sharply, and her leg to kick in pain.

Coach Ben pushes her back, shouting something, until Misty runs off again as Coach Ben yells about 911 and a phone.

The team all gathers around Allie, encouraging her to keep still, and your eyes involuntarily move to Taissa. She watched the entire thing with an emotion you can’t pick out.

Maybe Tai would hurt Allie.

Maybe Allie had been hurting the team, inadvertently been poisoning the team- but you realized something. Maybe Allie brought poison, but Taissa is poison.

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Long after Allie was taken away in an ambulance, all the girls sit silently in the locker room, getting ready to leave. You stand awkwardly by Shauna, wondering if she still wants to study together, feeling like it’s not the right time to ask.

Finally, Jackie walks around the corner, and addresses the team.

“I know we’re all really worried about Allie. But… maybe it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“You could see her fucking bones, Jackie,” Natalie spits out. “Pretty sure it’s exactly as bad as it looks.”

Jackie inhales and crosses her arms.

“Oh, God. I’m gonna throw up,” Van moans.

“Okay, but, I mean… we’re still a team. And we still have each other.”

“And the Lord works in mysterious ways,” Laura Lee shrugs.

Natalie slams her locker and storms out of the locker room, shouting “Nice work, Taissa,” over her shoulder.

Tai puts her head in her hands.

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You went home without studying, pushing thoughts of Allie’s bloody leg out of your mind.

Shauna had invited you to a party that the rest of the team was going to, and after all that happened, you didn’t have the heart to say no. Shauna and Jackie were apart of the popular crowd that kids who spent most of their time working on the school paper just simply weren’t apart of.

After a while of floating around aimlessly, talking to people you faintly knew, you spotted Shauna leaning against the side of a truck, nursing a beer all alone. You frowned and started to make your way over to her, wondering where Jacke and her boyfriend, Jeff, had run off to.

Until you follow her eyes. She’s staring at the couple, watching Jeff spin Jackie around, before she falls back into her arms, wide smiles etched on their faces like they’re always meant to be there. Like they’re always meant to be like this.

It’s not hard to figure out Shauna is in love with one of them.

“Hey, Shauna,” you smile, leaning against the car next to her.

“Hey, Y/N,” she says, smiling in a way that doesn’t meet her eyes. But with all that happened today, you don’t blame her.

She thinks for a moment longer, before chugging the rest of her beer.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “Gotta go.”

“Oh. Okay,” you say, not taking any offense to her leaving on account of her tipsy walk.

You watch as she makes her way over to the team, and their talking moves to shouting, which moves to screaming and some of the girls holding others back.

Jackie walks next to you, looping her arm with yours and dragging you forward.

“What’s happening?” she asks, since you were closer to the fight then her. But there’s so many voices overlapping, it’s hard to figure out what anyone’s saying.

You turn to her.

“Well, Shauna’s drunk, I think, so that’s probably something.” Jackie breathes in and nods, letting go of your arm and rushing forward.

“That’s it!” she shouts. “Enough!”

The girls all take a few steps away from each other, and fall silent. Jackie sighs and looks around.

“Yellowjackets! With me!”

And, even though you aren’t technically a Yellowjacket, you’re an honorary one. And your curiosity is getting the best of you. So, you follow them.

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The girls split up into two lines, facing each other, while Jackie paces and tries to find her words. You want them from a few steps behind her, leaning against a tree.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was,” Jackie starts, her pacing coming to an end, “But I do know that it’s over.”

The girls all shift on their feet, looking a little embarrassed.

Jackie smiles a bit. “We’re about to go to nationals! And based on what I’m looking at right now, we shouldn’t even bother getting on that plane.” She shakes her head and looks around.

“Alright. Everybody line up.” No one moves. “No, I’m fucking serious. Line up!” she shouts, clapping, and the girls move into a shaky line. “You too, Y/N,” she says, looking over her shoulder.

Shauna smiles at your confused expression.

“Me?” you ask, pointing to yourself. “Why me? I didn’t do anything!”

“Because you’re an honorary member of this team, okay?”

You cross your arms but eventually make your way to the end of the line, standing next to Shauna.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I want each of you to go down this line and say one nice, true thing about every other girl on this team.”

“What is this, fucking Girl Scout camp?” Tai asks, making the girls all giggle.

“Who wants to go first?”

“I’ll go, Jackie,” says Laura Lee. Jackie smiles and motions for her to go.

She stands in front of Tai.

“Taissa, you are beautiful in the eyes of our Lord.”

“Mhm,” Tai responds, even that simple sound full of sarcasm.

Laura Lee moves onto Van.

“Van, you are beautiful-”

“Oh, my God!” Lottie groans, and you let out a small laugh.

“Laura Lee, fall back!” Jackie shouts, and when everyone is settled again, she takes a deep breath. “Fuck, okay. I’ll go first.”

She walks over to Taissa, purposeful. But Tai looks unimpressed- bored.

“Taissa Turner. You have more fight in you then anyone I’ve ever known. I-I’m inspired by your determination.”

She laughs softly at Taissa’s shocked and confused silence.

“Vanessa Palmer. Your smile makes me feel happy every time I see it.”

“Laura Lee. I truly admire your faith.”

“Natalie. I love that you don’t care what anybody thinks. And you’re so completely yourself.”

“She’s also deadly at beer pong,” Van chimes in, and you and the girls all erupt into laughter.

“So, go on. Tell her!” Jackie exclaims. “Come on, guys.” Everyone sighs, but Shauna turns to you after a second.

“Y/N,” she sighs. “I appreciate how kind you are. You’re always willing to help me study.”

“Thanks,” you smile, and inhale. “Shauna. I love how unwavering you are. You always stick to whatever you put your mind to.” She smiles, before turning to find Taissa. Unwavering, you think to yourself, even when she doesn’t want to be.

“Lottie,” Natalie says, catching your attention. “You never talk shit unless someone really deserves it. Her face breaks out into a smile. “Also, I… like your Pilgrim hat.”

Lottie looks shocked for a moment, before the two of them laugh.

You feel awkward here. You’re not that close with everyone on the team- you’re more like this annoying little reporter who follows their every movement during games. Maybe they invite you to things out of pity, maybe they don’t. But right now, you can tell that your moment is over.

You turn to leave, pushing your hands into your pockets.

“Y/N!” Lottie calls, and your face drops into confusion. “Where are you going?”

When you turn around, her and Natalie are looking at you and smiling.

“Home,” you say, confused.

Natalie shakes her head with a smile.

“C’mere, you little reporter.”

You smile and walk over towards them, and Lottie turns to you.

“Y/N. I love how dedicated you are to writing about our team. And I admire how talented you are.”

You feel a little breathless, but maybe it’s just the air filled with smoke from bonfires and drugs.

“Yeah, Y/N, I know you don’t think we do- but all of us read your column.” Natalie looks right in your eyes. “You’re really talented.”

Maybe it’s the darkness or she drank some alcohol, but it looks like her cheeks are flushed.

“Thanks, Lottie, Natalie,” you say.

Natalie smiles wider. “Call me Nat,” she says, and you almost tell her to call you poison.

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sserpente · 1 year

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A/N: Requests from two anons! Have fun with this one, I went to Winter Wonderland in London a few days back and I was like… yeah. Imagine the fun you’d have with Loki there. I mean… that man could be a goofball if only you let him, fight me!

Words: 2244 Warnings: pure winter fluff at its finest

“Alright people, let’s go!” You drew the word out, rubbing your gloved hands together with a happy grin. Christmas was by far your favourite time of the year and this time, you had convinced Thor, Tony, Natasha and Bruce and, get this, Loki himself, to join you at the local Christmas fair. You’d drag them through the whole program: mulled wine, shopping for overpriced Christmas gifts, making them try typical Christmas market food and having them play those dovetailed games where you could win giant teddy bears. Perhaps they’d actually win given they were literal superheroes.

“You are not dressed warmly enough,” Loki said matter-of-factly. With a frown, he stared you up and down, eyeing your winter jacket and lack of a scarf. Your gloves were rather thin too but they would do the job.

“Oh, I’m fine, I don’t get cold that easily. We’ll be near lots of fireplaces and the mulled wine’s gonna give me that extra warmth kick!”

Loki didn’t seem too convinced but he let it slide. To be fair, you were surprised he cared in the first place. Ever since his arrival on Earth, he’d made it very clear he didn’t wish to be here. The Avengers’ hostility didn’t exactly help. You doubted they would still become friends but at least they weren’t trying to rip each other’s throats out anymore. That was a Christmassy step in the right direction, right?

“And where is your scarf?” He continued.

“Yeah, the one I had kind of ripped and I can’t find the other one. I’ll buy a new one at the market, I’ll be fine.”

“Very well…” Loki gave you a barely noticeable nod. When you looked up, you met Thor’s rather confused face. Not just you, buddy.

“Where to first?” Natasha asked. You could tell she was trying her best to not sound too interested in this trip but to be fair, even she was unable to hide her excitement. You grinned.

“Let’s take a stroll and get some mulled wine. Look, they should even have a stall with hot mead somewhere, let’s find it.”

“Hot mead? Viking mead?” Thor tossed in. You nodded, almost bumping into Loki who magically appeared beside you. He had had a point. It was cold. You desperately needed the mulled wine you promised them to keep yourself warm in those thin gloves and non-existent scarf.

The mulled wine stalls were all located right next to each other, with a bunch of fur-covered benches and small bonfires scattered in front of them. Perfect. You pointed at the stall you had mentioned.

“There! ‘Viking Blood’! Sounds promising! I’m gonna get a regular mulled wine though. How many?” Natasha and Bruce had already approached one of the stalls. You shook your head in an amused manner. You’d let those two lovebirds be.

“I’m gonna try the ‘Viking Blood’!” Thor exclaimed loudly. Several people turned their heads, some of them in awe at seeing the God of Thunder at a Christmas market. Loki elicited a similar reaction from people—only they were mainly afraid of what he’d do if they stared at him for too long.

Loki let out a sigh, his breath turning into fog in the cold air. “So will I…”

The good thing about being friends with a millionaire like Tony Stark was that he didn’t give a shit about the money he spent. Two minutes later, the four of you sat down on one of the benches in front of a fire, sipping on your mulled wine and mead.

“How does it taste?” You asked. Thor grinned.

“Reminds me of home. Right, brother?”

Loki nodded. “It is drinkable… for a human-brewed mead anyway.”

“Yeah, he likes it,” Thor said directed at you. You chuckled.

“Let me try. Here, you can take a sip of mine.” Without waiting for his response, you took his paper cup from him and handed him yours. The mead was sweet, tasted like molten honey… in the meantime, Loki took a sip of yours.

“Not bad,” he said. “So is this the point of Christmas markets then? People meet to sit around a fire and drink?”

“Partially,” you responded as you swapped your drinks back, chuckling once more.

“Well, it seems Yule has not changed all too much then, Thor.”

“They still have Christmas trees too!”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “What? What about them?”

“Traditionally, pagan folk would decorate trees with offerings for their gods—for us,” Loki explained. There was an arrogant tone swinging in his voice. You blushed. You hated to admit it sounded rather hot. You took another sip from your mulled wine, enjoying the way it burned down your throat, warming you up from the inside out.

“Right…”

“New religions robbed the pagans of their traditions and turned them into Christian ideals,” he continued.

“Does that mean Odin is Santa Clause then?” Tony asked. You laughed.

“I very much doubt that.”

“Only mortals would fantasise about an overweight man with a long beard breaking into houses through the chimney of all places to leave presents.”

“So you do know what Christmas is about, Reindeer Games.”

Loki sighed and let his gaze wander over the other stalls nearby. There was one in particular he tilted his head at. Raising his eyebrows, he watched a few guests throw balls at metal cans positioned at various places inside the stall to win cute plush toys.

“What are they doing?” He asked, pointing at them.

“It’s a gamble, really. You pay money for a certain number of balls and the more cans you knock off the shelves, the higher the price you win will be. If you miss all of them, you get nothing and lose your money.”

“That sounds too easy.”

“It isn’t. Most of the games are dovetailed, making it super hard to actually win.” Loki gave you an incredulous look that said about as much as challenge accepted. Without another word, he stood, mulled mead still in hand, and marched over to the stall.

You followed suit. Now that you wanted to see.

“You think it’s a good idea to wander around alone with Loki?” Tony asked before you were out of earshot. You shrugged your shoulders in response. You very much doubted he would hurt you. You had given him no reason to do so, after all, and you refused to believe he was “evil”.

Loki handed the stall owner the coins Tony had handed out to you all earlier for this exact purpose, who accepted them with shaking fingers. You pressed your lips together, stifling a laugh while the God of Mischief inspected the cans positioned at different spots. He weighed the first ball in his hand after setting his mulled mead aside, then he threw. The first can got knocked off the shelf immediately. Well… you expected nothing less from a god who threw daggers in fights.

Another ball followed, then another and another. Loki hit every single time, much to the dismay of the stall owner. You could tell he was about to complain that it was unfair that a god would try and cheat the game but you had to admit, Loki won fairly.

“That’s a full house, as I like to call it. You can pick one of the big prizes up here…” He said, pointing at the highest shelf of the stall that was filled with Christmassy teddy bears half your size. Loki’s lips parted. Perhaps he hadn’t exactly thought through that the prize was a plush toy and not the Tesseract or something like that. But then, he turned to you.

“Pick one. I have no use for plush bears.”

“Really?” You bit your lower lip. Oh dear, was that sweet. Loki would be an adorable boyfriend. Wait… wait, had you actually just thought that?

Smiling timidly, you pointed at the dark brown teddy bear with black button eyes and a Christmassy red and green tie. The stall owner handed it to you just when you finished your mulled wine and threw your paper cup in the bin nearby.

“Thank you!”

“Have fun with it.”

“And now what?” Loki asked, looking around a lot more intrigued than you had expected him to.

“You know what? Let Thor and Tony get drunk over there, how about we go on some rides together?”

“You mean these spinning torture machines? You should buy yourself a scarf before you think about getting even colder while being spun around in a metal monstrosity.”

“The mulled wine did its job, Loki. Come on.” The God of Mischief shook his head, muttering a few words under his breath that you couldn’t make out. As soon as he had finished his mulled mead, you dragged him towards the scooter rink and bought a ticket. One. You were desperate to see Loki stir a toy car.

“What are we doing?”

“Car Scooter! Pick one while they’re still empty.”

“They don’t go anywhere but this rink?”

“No…”

“Then what is the point?”

“Come on, Loki, just pick one!”

Loki sighed. “The green one.” Of course. You marched towards it, getting seated (which wasn’t that easy with a giant teddy bear) and draping the makeshift seatbelt around you. The rest of the cars filled up fast.

“The ‘gas’ pedal is down here. Stirring wheel… basically, the point is to drive around, have fun with the music they’re playing and crash into other cars.”

“Crash into other cars?”

“Let’s gooooooooooooo!” The voice of the operator stopped you from responding to him. So instead of explaining, you hit the gas pedal for him. The music started and the round began.

“Go, go, go, go! Quick!”

Loki took a deep breath and gripped the stirring wheel. And damn him, that man was a pro. He averted the others and not a single car managed to crash into your front. Well, that was until someone bumped into you from behind.

You screeched, watching Loki turn the stirring wheel again. He took control of the gas pedal, turning the car to see the culprits.

“Oh, get them, get them!”

Before they could move away, Loki already got to them. You laughed when the impact hit. It was risky but you couldn’t help it—sneakily, you took out your phone and snapped a few pictures of Loki driving the scooter. Thor would never believe you. No one would believe you.

By the time the round was finished, Loki was beaming and smiling. Yes. No one would believe that either.

Five rides later—two roller coasters, a not-so-scary ghost ride, a spinning ride called “Breakdance” and this thing that looked like a spinning top with no seatbelts where you had to hold on to the rails yourself to not fall off as it spun you around—you were certain that Loki was having the time of his life with you. You couldn’t remember the last time that he’d enjoyed himself so much without having to worry about being an Asgardian prince or a cast-out villain who betrayed his own brother out of fear of a purple space tyrant.

“What is that supposed to be?” Loki pointed at a small stall selling sweets with his chin, his blue gaze focused on the candy floss one of the women behind the counter was making.

“Candy floss! Or cotton candy. It’s basically sugar that gets heated up and rapidly spun around a wooden stick to make it look like a cloud. It’s super sweet and melts in your mouth.”

Incredulously, Loki walked over to the stall. You laughed, ordering a green one for him and paying with the last remaining coins Tony had given you.

As soon as the woman behind the counter handed Loki a fresh cloud of candy floss, he dug his fingers into the sticky and soft sugar. The sound he made was without a doubt approval.

“There you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! You can’t just run off like that. Especially you, Reindeer Games, I don’t trust you.”

“I’m fine, Tony, really. We had fun.”

“That sounds unbelievable but alright. I’m surprised you haven’t turned into an ice sculpture yet,” Tony remarked, shaking his head when he noticed you still hadn’t bought a new scarf.

“No, like… it’s really weird. I don’t feel cold at all anymore. It’s like I’m wearing invisible winter clothes.” Loki looked away, averting your gaze. Your lips parted. “It’s you! Are you… did you cast a spell to keep me warm?”

“This sad excuse for winter garments would have frozen to death, even more so with those rides you dragged me on.”

You blinked. That was… that was so sweet. You smiled, giving him a hug which, after stiffening for a second, he reciprocated, albeit hesitantly. “Thank you, Loki.”

He nodded when you pulled away again. When you looked over at Thor, he had that surprised look on his face again.

“Alright…” he began, “I could do with another mulled mead, what about you?”

“Absolutely!”

“You were just about to buy yourself a scarf, were you not, my dear?” The strict and demanding tone in his voice made your heart jump. You blushed, stifling the giggle that fought its way up your throat.

“Yeah… let’s do that first. And then another mulled wine before we head home.” Loki nodded, satisfied with your answer. And as you strolled over to the stalls in question, you scooped up your courage and interlaced your fingers with his. Loki didn’t pull away.

A/N: That one was so much fun to write!

Also, my first novel is coming out in ten freaking days! FINALLY! Check out my pinned post on my blog for more details! ♥

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bengiyo · 10 months

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Step by Step Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week on HR violations, Jeng faced the weight of the homophobia on the board of the company and apologized for inconveniencing them with his queerness. He convinced Pat to stick around and commit to the proposed test of their project and joined the new bubble at work of all of the people who know about them and support them. Though they were required to complete this ad campaign with no money, they used Ying’s skills as a fic writer and Pat’s former relationship with Put to pull off the campaign. Put was also forced to essentially closet himself and play up his fake relationship with his costar. Jaab and Jen are a hot mess, because now Jen is all the way in Japan. Unfortunately, Jeng blew it and used his own money for ads, undercutting Pat’s success. Pat, understandably furious, has broken up with Jeng and left Jian Group. Jeng fell right into his dad’s trap.

Two years later? The girlies are going to riot.

Okay, I love that they formed their own team, and also that the Wi-Fi password is so easily compromised.

So Pat, Ae, and Chot run a successful ad company together, and are about to compete with Jian Group for the Fjord contract. I am excited.

New Intro song in the finale??

I’m with Chot. I don’t care about all this other gay drama. I wanna qiqi with my former work besties if we are at an event together.

I love Chot and Nan so much it makes me feel silly. Chot has to rush off because he knows Pat and Jeng are gonna mess each other up again.

I know meeting Jeng is a stressful situation, but Pat didn’t wash his hands!!!

I get Pat’s stress. The entire problem with Jeng was about Jeng flirting through work. I’m totally with Pat on not accepting overtures that are tied to work.

Damn, Jaab ain’t have to cut his brother like that, comparing his behavior with Pat to their dad’s with Jeng.

I’m enjoying the cross-cutting on the different pitches.

Oh shit, Pat is bitter bitter.

Okay, I’m with Tae. He extended the correct professional courtesy by offering the karaoke night ad campaign to Pat’s company. It’s not his fault that Pat always suspects Jeng of trying to manipulate them into contact.

My man is eating sad noodles and chicken!!!

Chot realized things were bad enough that he called in Pat’s dad.

Ying is now a successful BL writer. OMG.

I feel so bad for Pat. He’s right that Jeng’s presence brings into question any accomplishments he had. Sure they got the Forge account, but Pat can’t be sure that Jeng wasn’t involved somehow. It’s really sad that Jeng perverts acts of service as a love language.

I am still with Tae. My dude said he is tired of these two sucking all the life out of the room. They need to grill this beef and eat it.

My current sexuality is Pat in these blue jeans and this oversized black shirt with a slutty amount of chest showing.

I love when people write and delete messages in modern dramas. That’s so real.

I just know Up suggested he dance.

GOOD NEWS! Chot and his man are still together!

Shrimp nuggets?? I’m gonna McFuckinLoseIt.

Up Poompat is so goddamn pretty. Holy shit.

Sometimes the only person who can really kick you out of your romantic shit is your ex.

Karaoke emotional processing? Bracing.

I’m feeling a bit mixed on the kitchen reconciliation. I don’t think Pat should apologize about being irrational, but I can accept that ghosting Jeng may have felt like too much. Overall, I’m okay with them recognizing that they’re still stuck on each other and want to sort that out. Im okay with them taking it slowly.

I respect the dad for leaving to give them space to work this out.

Jeng traveled with that porridge. How is it so hot? Or did they just throw it in a microwave?

Oh, roleplaying a new first meeting is kind of cute.

He wore all blue to quit his job. I’m so glad this man finally quit his job.

I want some green curry now, too.

Very excited to meet Jeng’s mom. She has two queer sons. She has stories.

So if Pat started this show at 25, turned 26, broke up with Jeng, and now it’s been two years, Pat should be 29, right?

I am with Pat. It hurts to be called your partner’s friend, especially when they know.

So they really had Jeng cover his lips in white icing and then kiss Pat.

Okay so the rest of that was wind down.

Final Verdict: 7.5, Recommend for Fans of Queer Cinema. Despite how much I enjoy the characters and the performances, none of the elements of this show fully connect for me into something greater than the sum of their parts, and I feel like we had to work far too hard to understand the intent of much of it. In many ways it has the opposite problem of A Boss and a Babe, which cared more about character moments than big thematic ideas. This show cares a lot about its ideas about queer people in the workplace, but struggled to use its queer characters to elegantly express them.

#step by step #step by step meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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kyloxox · 2 years

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Slow Burn

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie and the reader are friends with benefits. The reader gets her period and almost cancels on Eddie. But he insists she comes over to just hang as friends. They both realize they like each other more than they thought.

Warnings: Kinda slow burn, some kissing, no smut just fluff

“Hey-ugh-wanna come over?” You hear Eddie’s voice through the phone.

“Sorry I can’t.”

“Why.”

“I’m sick.”

“You didn’t seem sick at school earlier”

“Different kind of sick.” It takes Eddie a few seconds to process your words and responds to them with an ah.

“Well you can still come over, to ya know hang out.” On Eddie’s side of the phone he’s sweating. Never has he asked you to come over without the intention to have sex. He has always wanted to however. He was just afraid as coming off too clingy too needy. After all you did kinda establish this thing between the two of you have friends with benefits. But in Eddie’s head the benefits part always outshined the friends part. Now he was finally able to highlight how much he appreciated you as a friend.

“I really don’t feel like getting high.” You deadpan.

“Y/n I like to think we enjoy each other’s company enough to where we don’t need to be having sex or not sober to hang out.” You’re silent for a few moments.

“Ok fine.” You reply back slightly quieter.

After 20 minutes of getting ready you head over to his place. He lives 10 minutes from you but the drive seems longer as you contemplate the scenarios that might play out. You guys could just be simply watching a movie, chilling. Eddie might get a little high, which you don’t mind.

Then your mind wondered to the not so great things that could happen. He could try to convince you to have sex with him. Say to you, your mouth isn't on your period. But Eddie isn't like that he isn’t pushy. Creepy. But then again every girl knows how guys get when they’re horny. And have a girl with a working mouth right next to them. Before you fully realize it, you’re in front of Eddie’s trailer. You get out of your car. You debate whether you wanna turn around and just go home as you stand against it with your hand on the handle, ready to open it at any given time.

That’s before you hear the pound of thunder and a thousand droplets of water start splashing down on you. Without thinking you start to sprint to Eddie’s trailer. You bang on the door and as you wait for him the lack for an awning on his trailer forces you to stand in the cold. Soon the door swings open to revel Eddie, standing in nothing but his boxers and a toothbrush in his mouth. Great. He definitely wants to have sex now. God you were so stupid.

“Caught me at the worst time.” He mumbles against the toothbrush. He gives you a playful look. You just roll your eyes and shake your head. “Give me a second I need to get dressed.” He says before closing the bathroom door. His words contradict your thinking. God you needed to control your thoughts and just trust him. He's not like other guys. He’s Eddie.

Moments later he is stumbling out of the bathroom in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He comes up to you and holds his arms out for you to give him a hug.

“I’m kinda soaked right now I don’t think you want a hug.”

“Shit y/n,” His name on your lips gives you chills, and it’s not from the coldness of his trailer, “Why didn't you tell me sooner.” He jogs to his room and returns with a big tie die t-shirt. He hands it to you.

“Is your uncle here?” You ask cautiously.

“Ugh no, just us.” You nod and slowly peel off your shirt in the middle of the tiny living room, followed by your bra. You look up at Eddie who is obviously trying to respect you by looking everywhere but your chest.

“You know you’re not gonna kill me if you look at me.”

“Just wanna respect your personal space.”

“I’m getting naked in your living room, I think if I didn't want you to look I would have went to the bathroom.” You say as you start kicking off your jeans. “Is it ok if I’m just in my underwear?”

“Whatever you're most comfortable in.” He beams. “So wanna watch a movie? Order pizza? Chinese?”

“Definitely craving Chinese.”

“Let me chip in Eddie.”

“Hell no. I got so much money from this deal. Jason’s dumbass and his 10 million friends payed like double for half ounces. Each. Wanna treat my sick princess.” You roll your eyes at his nickname. He runs to the door, quickly handing the man money and closing it.

He probably ordered too much food for the two of you. But in his own words, fuck it I’m hungry you’re hungry. And he got a ridiculous amount of money from Jason and his goons.

So now you’re bundled up with about 5 blankets that Eddie grabbed after searching for all of them for a solid 5 minutes. You’re close to him. Shoulder against shoulder. Heads centimeters apart. You’re both holding plates full of food, watching a terrible horror film Eddie threw on. You’re both not really paying attention. Eddie talks about his deal with Jason. He gets a little excited and starts his exaggerating explaining that you love so much.

“He’s gonna call me a freak for the soul reason that I play dnd and sell weed and then go and buy those drugs? Are you shitting me!”

“That’s the kinda world we live in.”

“I’m happy I upcharged him. Should have tripled it to be honest.”

“Should have quadrupled that asshole.” You say encouraging him. “He probably would have paid it too.”

You both discard you’re empty plates on the table. You’re still sitting fairly close to each other but not enough to Eddie’s liking.

“Cmon.” He says as he opens his arm to gesture you into cuddling closer to him. You roll your eyes but comply as you scoot closer to him so his arm is around your shoulder. You place your head on his shoulder. “You look so pretty.” He says not moving his eyes from you.

“I look like a wet rat.” You reply, snorting.

“A pretty rat.” He says those brown orbs staring into your whole soul. You shake your head and turn your head back to the tv. The movie is nearing it’s end, the final scenes of slashing coming to end soon. It’s still pretty early as the credits roll down the screen. Only around 11 pm.

“Wanna chill in my room. Wanna show you this new riff I came up with.” You smile up at him and nod. You both leave the mountain of blankets to move through the metal trailer. You reach his tiny room and immediately jump onto his bed, resting your back against the pillows. He grabs his guitars and starts warming up. You like this. Just hanging out with him. Without being high or having sex. Just like friends. Just like boyfriend and girlfriends.

“Ready.” You give him a slight hum before he's blaring the most beautiful sounds from his guitar. He might not be the best guitar player, he's good and his sound travels through your ears like magic. He keeps going, playing with different rhymes and sounds. You get up from his bed and start to look at yourself in the mirror. Eddie notices this and hangs up his guitar.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks coming up from behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Just thinking what I would look like pregnant.”

“I volunteer to be your baby daddy.” He playfully says before he runs his fingers across your stomach. He moves back onto his bed, leaning against the pillows. You slowly follow after him, delicately. Eddie notices, like a flower. You sit next to him.

“You wanna have kids?” Eddie asks to break the silence.

“Yeah, when I’m older. Like after college and I have a stable job. Stable boyfriend or husband.”

“Wanna live that suburban house wife life.” Eddie says elbowing your side.

“What about you?”

“Haven’t really thought about it much. Wouldn't mind having a little mini me running around.”

“Aww a little Eddie.”

“Our kids would be adorable.” Eddie says without much thought. Not until seconds later when it goes radio silent.

“Our kids?” You whisper into the air.

“Just you know a hypothetical, if you were to get pregnant. And we had a kid together. I just meant if it hypothetically happened.” Eddie scrambles to place words out of his mouth.

“It’s ok, Eddie I knew what you meant.”

“You’re so naughty. Always messing with me.”

“You know me.” You say sitting down next to him, “When did you get all these?” You ask placing your arms on his tattoos of the bats.

“Well I got this one from a guy at the hideout when I was like 16. He did it in the back of his van it was amazing,” Eddie says referring to the bats. He then moves to the goblin puppet tattoo he has on his forearm. “Got this one when I freshly turned 18. Little birthday gift to myself.” He holds out his forearm so you can run your fingers across the inked drawing. The soft pads of your fingers sends shivers down Eddie’s back, shivers he never wants to get rid of.

You move your hand to point out the one on his upper arm by his bicep. “This one is my favorite.” You say pointing out another demon looking type creature. Eddie smiles as you run your fingers across it too.

“Then that one’s my favorite too.” He says, you look up at him. He's already looking at you with his soft eyes. The smile on his face is priceless. Small, closed and simple. But you love it. “You should get one. Like a pretty flower or a heart.” You shake your head and roll your eyes.

“Yeah so my parents and friends can kill me.”

“Fuck what they think. Your friends don’t like me either way.”

“They do like you and so do my parents. And if you want them to still like you I suggest you not convince me to get a tattoo.”

“You’re right, gotta keep the in-laws happy.” You send him a glare followed by a giggle. Eddie always makes jokes about your parents being his in-laws. He says since he lets you wear his hellfire shirt and smoke his weed you’re practically married without strings attached.

“You’re crazy.” You whisper.

“That’s why you love me. You rather me be boring like Jason. Probably takes like two puffs and is out cold.”

“You really really hate Jason.”

“He's been tormenting me since he got to high school. A freshman harassing me? A junior. Bullshit.”

“Total bullshit.” A comfortable silence falls between the two of you.

“I’m tired.” You say starting to lay down on Eddie’s bed. He follows behind you, pushing his body against yours, with his arm wrapping itself around your waist.

“Me too.” He whispers in your hair. You relax in his hold. He's a soft body to cuddle against. You both mold together perfectly, you always thought you did with him. No matter what you were doing. Now after tonight it feels multiplied by a thousand. But you both don't say anything more. Neither of you can. Afraid it might ruin the moment or what you have created as a whole. You both decide to wait a little longer. Besides who doesn't love a slow burn.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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blondeboyfriend · 9 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 (𝐈𝐕)

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« Part 3 | the beginning [ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] Zeke's birthday, told in four parts. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.7k [ CONTENT ] High school AU (but everyone has graduated), established relationship, underage drinking, drugs (Zeke smokes weed), me going overboard describing food.

7:58 PM

⮑ a party thrown by Zeke’s baseball team that is probably not for his birthday

“I’m not sure this is how I want to spend my night, kiddo.”

Zeke’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He looked miserable standing adjacent to his raucous teammates. They kicked off the evening stabbing cans of Bud Light with their car keys, and sucking down every drop of acrid, carbonated nectar in one hideous gulp. Showing up to this party wasn’t your idea. It was Zeke’s. You wanted to protest, but you didn’t have anything better to suggest. Planning something for his birthday slipped your mind.

It didn’t help that Zeke was convinced that it was a secret gathering for his birthday. Though as time wore on it was becoming clear it wasn’t.

“Why don’t you join them?” you laughed, tucking a lock of his flaxen hair behind his ear.

You made the mistake of speaking too loudly and caught the attention of the hoard. Zeke’s grey eyes lost any semblance of spark. He looked like a sad doll with a cloud-colored gaze.

“Yeager! Come fuckin’ get on this shit. We gotta celebrate,” one cheered.

Those three words returned life itself to Zeke’s eyes. No one at the party had mentioned his birthday much to his chagrin. You hoped this was the moment he had been waiting for, the acknowledgement he craved.

“We didn’t get swept this week! If you hadn’t shut down that game last night… shiiiiiiiiit. You earned a beer, champ.”

A tall blonde with a nice haircut and big eyebrows spoke up.

“It would have been our”—the blonde paused and clenched his jaw—“sixth loss in a row if it weren't for you, Zeke. Good job.”

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks. But no piss beer for me, boys. I’m alright,” he responded flatly.

The team went back to conversing amongst themselves. You rubbed the small of Zeke’s back, trying to think of a way to cheer him up.

“This is no way to spend your birthday. Let's go do something fun. Like, I don’t know, eat maybe?”

Zeke flashed you a little half-smile. “There is that 24-hour bakery downtown I’ve been wanting to go to.”

“Is it expensive?”

“Very,” he replied.

“Hm.” You scratched your chin thoughtfully, successfully luring a laugh out of Zeke. You could kiss him for feeding you plans. “Okay, we’ll go. But only because it’s your birthday. I don’t want you turning into a spoiled brat.”

Zeke gave your forehead a quick peck. “I can’t make any promises.”

“Lucky for you I can reluctantly accept that.”

As you made your way to the door, the blonde with striking eyebrows grabbed Zeke by the shoulder. It startled your boyfriend and he yelped like a wounded animal. His cheeks flushed pink, but he regained composure. The blonde had no reaction, his stoicism unmaimed.

“Oh. Hey, Erwin.”

“Before you leave I have something to tell you.”

Neither of the blondes spoke. They instead chose to stare awkwardly at each other.

“... Yeah?” Zeke finally asked.

“I’ve been meaning to all night, but our teammates keep handing me beer.” He cleared his throat bashfully. “I’m trying to be more sociable.”

“That’s great… What did you need to tell me?” Zeke asked, scratching his ear. “If it’s about vaping in the locker room, it won’t happen again.”

Erwin’s gaze softened and he smiled. “Happy birthday, Zeke.”

The stoic blonde was gone before Zeke could even thank him.

“Aw, that was sweet! I didn’t know you were actually friends with any of them.”

“He’s not my friend. I don’t like him at all to be honest, but now I—”

“But now you’re in love with him,” you teased.

Zeke rolled his eyes and led you out the door. You were greeted by the still, languid heat only found on summer nights. The two of you were thankful for the cool breeze that had picked up as the sun started to set. You relished in the pleasant bite of the wind.

The both of you wandered to the side of the house and began to dig through the juniper bushes you stowed your bikes behind. You had little trouble pulling out your turquoise fixed year. Sadly the birthday boy struggled as his yellow mountain bike’s chain was snagged by the bush.

8:40 PM

⮑ an expensive artisan bakery that is inexplicably open 24 hrs. a day

The inside of the bakery was utilitarian with oak wood-paneled walls and clean lines. The counter was stainless steel and angular, the corners looking like weapons. You and Zeke cautiously walked up to the bakery case and peered inside, marveling at the delectable cakes and pastries.

So many caught your eye. Their morning bun looked like heaven itself, golden brown and sticky with artisan vanilla sugar. Zeke pointed at a miniature chocolate-raspberry cake bar, the cocoa percentage so high it looked like a void. Even something as simple as a chocolate croissant was elevated.

Having so many otherworldly choices was dizzying. You knew there was no way you could only order two things. It was Zeke’s birthday after all. It was the perfect time to go all out.

“Can we do the morning bun, the chocolate travel cake, the chocolate croissant, definitely the croissant pudding, and… um.”

Zeke piped up. “The white chocolate, macadamia nut, blueberry cookie.”

“Any drinks?”

“A pot of Earl Grey tea please.”

It had ended up costing much more than you would ever want to spend on baked goods, but Zeke was worth it. His gleeful reaction as you handed him the travel cake was priceless. The cake was a work of art. It was rectangular in shape, and the darkest brown you had ever seen. It was topped with a glossy chocolate ganache and stripes of pink raspberry-lime icing. Zeke took a bite and looked like he was ascending.

“How is it?”

“Incredible.”

“Can I have a bite?”

He handed you his fork. You chipped off a little bite, making sure to get a sizable amount of the raspberry icing.

“Oh wow,” you said, covering your mouth.

The cake was dense and buttery in consistency. It almost melted into your mouth, coating your tongue with what tasted like dark chocolate brownie batter. The ganache wasn’t as sweet as the cake, having a more bitter, cocoa flavor. It was a perfect pairing; the two flavors elevated one another. And the fruity tartness made it that much more harmonious.

“Can I have a bite of the croissant pudding? I have to know what that’s like.”

“Duh, bday boy!”

You handed him the pudding. It was made out of pieces of the bakery’s butter croissant set in a creamy French vanilla custard infused with blood orange zest. In between the layers of the croissant there were wisps of sweetened tahini and red bean paste. Smoked, milk chocolate was drizzled on top along with a sprinkling of powdered sugar.

“Fuck!” Zeke exclaimed before going in for another bite. “That’s my favorite.”

“You haven’t tried your cookie yet. Or the chocolate croissant. Or even the morning bun.”

“I can’t believe I’m eating a morning bun at night,” he said with mock shock.

“Hush! Eat the bun. Let me experience my pudding in peace.”

He took a cautious bite of the morning bun as you sipped your tea. He chewed slowly.

“I thought morning buns were spicy. Not spicy-hot, but spicy as in cinnamon and nutmeg.”

“This place is unconventional with their pastries. Is it good?”

Zeke peeled off a piece and hand fed it to you.

“That’s criminal,” you said, letting the flaky piece of bun melt in your mouth. “What is that? Meyer lemon? It’s so good.”

Zeke took another bite, but was ripped from the sweet embrace of the morning bun when his phone chimed.

“Who is texting you?!” you barked before giggling.

Zeke snickered and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “It’s Levi. He wants to know what I’m doing tonight.”

“Tell him I’m fattening you up because I plan on harvesting your liver for dinner this coming winter.”

“That’s right. I forgot you’re turning me into foie gras.” Zeke held his phone to his ear. “Hold on, I’m gonna call him.”

You finished off your pudding and eyed the remnants of the morning bun. You didn’t think Zeke would mind if you snagged the rest of it, but you wanted to be sly regardless.

“Hey. We’re just eating pastries, if you want to come meet us—No? You—Mini golfing?”

“Mini golfing?” you asked with a mouthful of morning bun, sugar speckling your lip.

Zeke wiped away the sugar and continued his conversation with Levi. “Oh. You want to meet up there… I don’t know… What if we get caught?... I’m not like you… I went to a private elementary school. I’ll die in jail.”

You grabbed the phone. “What are you trying to do to my boy?”

“I’m trying to get him high, you know, for his birthday.”

“Why can’t we go to your house?” you asked.

“Tch. Kenny’s over. Just meet me by the ugly dragon statues at 9:15.”

Levi hung up before you could even protest.

9:55 PM

⮑ the decrepit mini golf course on the other side of the city

“You’re sure he said 9:15? Maybe he meant 9:15 in the morning,” Zeke sighed.

The two of you had hopped the fence and wandered the mini golf course until you found the ugly dragons Levi mentioned. They were popping out of what looked like a brown paper mache volcano. They were wide-eyed and decked out in primary colors. Their mouths were gaping open, worn down metal teeth lining their rusted lips. You and Zeke sat down behind them, obscuring your bodies and your bikes from the road.

“He meant tonight.”

“Maybe we should come back in the morning. We’d even be able to partake in some putt-putt.”

“I’m terrible at golf,” you said.

“You mean to tell me you’re not on par with Tiger Woods? I don’t know if we can date anymore. I feel like I’ve been duped.”

You elbowed him in the ribs and snuggled up next to him. He put his arm around your shoulder and held you close as you waited for Levi. You felt like you’d been sitting there for ages. You made such an effort to show up right on time. You expected to see Levi in the shadows of the dragons, but he was nowhere to be found.

Zeke let out a hearty yawn as you finally saw the petite man strolling across the putting green.

“There,” you said, pointing.

“Sorry,” Levi called out.

He broke out into a light jog. He looked like a black clad bunny rabbit bounding over. Once Levi reached you, he plucked a joint from behind his ear and flicked it at Zeke. The joint ended up hitting him right between the eyes.

“I can’t hang out long. I don’t like leaving Kenny alone in my apartment.”

“Still can’t believe you have your own place. In the city no less,” Zeke said, rubbing where the joint hit him in the head.

“Is the spoiled suburban boy jealous?”

“Yeah,” he muttered as he held the joint between his lips.

“I know it’s your birthday, but ladies first,” Levi said, glancing over at you.

“Nah, I’m good. I’m babysitting tonight. I need this nerd to make it to 20.”

Levi smirked and took a seat beside Zeke.

“Are you hungry? We have a croissant and a coo—”

“The cookie’s mine,” Zeke hissed, a plume of smoke accompanying his words.

You stared blankly at Zeke and reworded your statement. “Levi, would you like a croissant? It’s chocolate. Like fully chocolate.”

“Borderline obscene in its chocolateness,” Zeke added, passing the joint to Levi.

“Like the croissant itself is chocolate.”

“The pastry,” Zeke coughed.

“And it has a chocolate drizzle, along with the, like, bars of chocolate inside.”

Levi took a hit and exhaled, passing the joint back to Zeke. He wordlessly held out his hand and you were more than happy to oblige him.

“Do you have a napkin?” He asked.

“Uh…” You peeked into the bag from the bakery only to see there wasn’t any. “Nope.”

Levi tucked the croissant away into his backpack for a later time.

“What do you idiots have planned for the rest of the night?”

Zeke took a deep breath, but ultimately said nothing. The weed had stolen his voice, rendering him speechless. Levi took the joint from him, effectively cutting the lightweight off.

“Not sure,” you answered. “I’m hoping he’ll be up to biking down to the ferry terminal. The view is so pretty at night.”

Levi took a hit and blew the smoke away from you. He looked over at Zeke. Your boyfriend’s grey eyes were shut, eyelashes catching the light emanating from a yellowed streetlight. A little grin adorned his face. He looked like he reached enlightenment.

“Let him sit around for twenty minutes and then feed him his cookie. He’ll be in good shape by then,” Levi said as he stood up. He stubbed out the joint and put it in the little pocket on Zeke’s t-shirt. “Make sure he knows I put that there.”

11:37 PM

⮑ a journey to the ferry terminal, by the pier (you know the one)

Levi’s timing was off. It took significantly longer than twenty minutes for Zeke to return to normal. You felt like you were sitting around forever, watching him smile at nothing in particular until he regained his sense of self and was able to interact with the world around him.

“Eat,” you said, putting his cookie in his hand.

“Oh! Thank you so much. Wow.”

His sincerity was adorable; you had to fight off the urge to pinch his cheeks.

You were thankful that rallying Zeke to get on his bike required little effort. You had to help him get up, but once he got on his bike he was good as new. It was like he never smoked weed in the first place.

The ride to the terminal was pristine. The temperature had dropped to a pleasant warmth, ideal t-shirt weather. It was one of the few upsides of those long, hot, summer days.

There weren’t many cars on the road so you had the streets to yourselves for the most part. Zeke and you biked leisurely along the shoreline, occasionally staring into the twinkling lights of a large suspension bridge.

“I’m tired,” Zeke moaned the second the terminal was in sight. “I’m so fucking happy we made it.”

“Don’t forget we still have to bike to the train station.”

“Fuck!”

You made your way to the back of the ferry terminal and sought out a bench. Once you found one with the perfect view of the water you set down your bikes and slumped into your seats. Zeke pulled his phone out of his pocket and groaned.

“Is it really 11 already?”

“It is indeed,” you said, scooting closer to him.

Zeke dug around in his pocket for his cigarettes and lit one, blowing the smoke up at the night sky.

“Look at how big the moon is,” he said softly.

You looked up and saw a bright full moon looming overhead. You couldn’t believe you didn’t notice it while you were biking.

“You can even see it in the water,” Zeke murmured, voice tinged with sleep.

He took a hit off his cigarette. As he exhaled the smoke a yawn overtook him.

“Did you have a good night? Was it everything you ever dreamed of?”

He laughed. “Yes. It was everything I wanted and more.”

“I do feel kinda bad we didn’t do anything big though, you know? I should have thrown you a party. I feel like I just kinda… threw stuff together. Like it’s your birthday. It’s supposed to be special.”

“Stop.”

“What?”

“Tonight was perfect.”

“Really?” you asked, starry-eyed.

Zeke held his cigarette away from his body and wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you into a kiss. You couldn’t help but smile through it, relieved the birthday boy was content with how the evening unfurled.

“Yes,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I wouldn’t have wanted to spend it any other way.”

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