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harrypotterandthefandomaccount · 6 months

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everybody plays the fool

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

request: not requested, just based on personal experience & struggles rn lol

warnings: fluff, angst, loving someone else who is in a relationship, hurt, unrequited love? kinda?

note: recently experienced this with someone very important to me so super slay! some of these quotes are exactly what he said, which is kinda funny to use them in a fic. anyway, enjoy your early christmas present since i havent posted in 9 months!!!

remus lupin was not a bad person by any means, no, but at the present moment, you wish he was so you had some kind of 'backup' for your hurt.

you and remus had been close for a number of years, your relationship flourishing once you joined the order. he was very protective and observant of you, ready to jump into action if you needed his help - but he was not overwhelming. he respected you, that much was clear, and if you needed him to care for you, he'd be there in a heartbeat.

his standing with romantic relationships was something that you were not always 100% clear on, and you never pushed him to clarify or share that part of his life with you. but members of the order had told you of past partners, and to your knowledge, he was single - and life was good. you felt comfortable being a bit more flirty with him and hanging around him more often than usual. remus never seemed to mind and was glad to have you around, and your heart fluttered like a golden snitch.

well, up until you found out he had a girlfriend.

when word had spread, you backed off immediately. flirting with him, making suggestive comments, and of the sorts was no longer your place, and while it stung, you respected it. ruining a relationship was not on your bucket list. but really, you shouldn't have worried too much about yourself.

remus had been showing you around grimmauld place, as sirius typically had old photos of their younger selves, and when you had discovered a bunch of old polaroids of the marauders, remus was quick to delve into his past at hogwarts. you ran your thumb over the photos, fondly looking at the group of boys.

you glanced up at remus, "i have to say, rem, this photo looks nothing like you," a soft laugh escaping your lips.

remus chuckled, "that was when i was young, y/n, full of hopes and dreams, handsome. you missed my prime."

you laughed along with him, but you sensed part of words held a bit of truth behind them, "i feel robbed of not being around during your prime, with the way you describe it."

remus shrugged, a sigh escaping him, "yes, well, that was when i used to be somewhat attractive and before all of this madness."

the words slipped before you could stop, "in a non-weird, platonic way, you're still attractive so don't let time control your happiness and contentment with your life, remus."

he blushed from your words, smiling lightly, "in a non-weird, platonic way, i kind of like that you said that."

you looked at one another, your lips mindlessly swiping over your lips. remus cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that-"

you shook your head, "no, i overstepped - i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable..."

it was now remus's turn to shake his head, a soft smile on his face, "we both apologized, so i think we're even, darling. I'll see you at dinner."

after that first encounter, you decided to put some distance between you and lupin; you had figured it was the best option in avoiding any kind of awkward tension. and, for the most part, it worked. there were a few instances where you had to interact, but it was for the order and while things weren't necessarily awkward, it settled your mind.

soon enough, christmas had rolled around and yourself, along with the rest of the order and the kids, had decided to spend the holidays at grimmauld place. the house was bustling with such positive, happy energy and it was exactly what you needed.

remus and yourself were currently outside on the steps, sitting down as you people-watched. it was quite calming, had you not been a bit anxious considering it was your first time being alone with him in a while.

"so," remus started, "how have you been? i feel like we have not seen each other in a while."

you turned to him, smiling lightly, "good! currently doing a lot of raids for the ministry and sometimes that includes sleeping outside and just waiting. not ideal, but it's...life."

remus raised his eyebrows, "that's hell! you deserve better than that - do you have anywhere to sleep, like a tent?"

you shrugged, "sometimes we can conjure one, other times we decide to wait it out."

playing with his fingers, remus blew out a breath, "i'd say i would join you, but considering we spend enough time together here as it is, I'm not sure that it would be as fun."

you shook your head, "you said it yourself, we haven't seen each other in a while - it would be a blast having you there, if it weren't for the ministry." remus smiled at your reply.

soon enough, remus and you fell into a routine whenever you both were at grimmauld place: talking a stroll outside, sharing stories about your childhoods and memories that held importance, before heading back inside for the night.

you were incredibly thankful for grimmauld place. it had become a home, somewhere to rely on if you just needed some bustling of life, socialization, or love. tonight, an important quidditch playoff was on, and soon enough, the adults were becoming tipsy due to muggle alcohol.

you wouldn't have taken any action if remus's girlfriend was around, but she wasn't, so you took this opportunity to help the lycanthrope upstairs and into bed.

"remus lupin, you party animal," you chuckled, helping him discard of his shoes and vest. his face was a bit flushed as he laughed, "y/n, i-i don't want to-to be, but if i must."

with a snort, you shook off remus's vest, "even when drunk, you're still able to form coherent, intelligent sentences. here," you paused, placing some muggle ibuprofen and water on his bedside table, "take care of yourself for tomorrow morning."

remus gave a slightly-drunken smile, "thanks for taking care of me."

you folded up his vest, placing it on a chair in his bedroom, "of course, anything for the best guy around."

he groaned, "you don't have-have to say that, it's not true."

in your head, you sighed, 'oh merlin, please do not a self-pity drunk, remus.'

you sat down next to him on the bed, "rem, I'm not sure where that thought came from, but you are an amazing guy - you're the best. none of this negative self-talk, okay?"

remus laid back, eyes glossing over, "i'm sorry if i don't live up to that all the time, if i changed your perception of me."

you leaned over, grasping his hand, "remus, life isn't about keeping score or living up to expectations. it's about loving the way that you are living and as long as you are happy, that is the most important thing. be kinder to yourself, rem."

remus sighed, holding onto your hand a bit tighter, "ah, I'm just rambling...but y/n, i appreciate you, genuinely. i love you."

pang.

you gave a saddened smile, but hid it well enough that he didn't ask questions, "i love you too, remus."

remus then began giggling to himself, hiding his face between his hands. you laughed as well, unsure as to why, but he had brightened your gloomy feelings immediately. with a squeeze of his hand, you questioned remus, "what's got you so giggly, lupin?"

he laughed softly once more, "just-just thinking about the time i slept at the top of the astronomy tower."

your eyebrows raised high with surprise, "excuse me? when was this, and can we do it at some point?"

remus nodded his head excitedly, "of course, darling. it-it was a few years ago, yes, but quite fun! but, i should warn you - it gets veryyyy chilly up there." his eyes went wide, as though remembering the cold, and shivered. you tightened the blanket around him.

with a smile, you continued, "no worries, we'll bring our fair share of pillows and blankets, don't worry, rem."

remus looked over at you, his drunkenness slowly leaving his body, "can we share, y/n?"

as if you'd say no.

"of course, remus, whatever you'd like."

"hmm, no pillow wall."

you raised an eyebrow, "pillow wall? for what, rem?"

he hummed, "to separate us, but we don't need one...i like it when you call me that, rem."

your face flushed red, but hope he didn't notice as he continued, "i tend to get hot in the middle of the night."

'don't agitate the conversation, don't encourage it.'

"well, rem, unfortunately i'm the exact opposite and i get cold in the middle of the night."

remus softly chuckled, playing with your fingers, "oh, so you may need help to warm up? you know, you could always get warmer...there are certainly some ways."

shit.

you sighed, a sad smile on your face as you brushed remus's hair back, "get some sleep before you say something you might regret. goodnight, rem." and with that, you left the room in a hurry.

you cried that night, upset and angry at yourself for playing into his drunken flirting and suggestive tones. he clearly didn't know what he was saying, but you did, and took advantage of that. ugh, you hated how that made you feel. he had a girlfriend who he loved (you assume), and what you said and suggested...oh god, how were you two going to be friends?

remus awoke the next morning, aware of what he had said. if he was being honest, he knew what he said to you as he wasn't really that drunk. and he knew once you were aware of that fact, you'd be even more upset at him. getting out of bed, remus was met with the smell of tea, which wafted through the house until he saw you outside on the steps, knee bouncing nervously.

the lycanthrope met you outside and without looking behind you, you knew who it was. remus sat down beside you, tonks on his mind as he tried to formulate what he was going to say. nymphadora was his priority, his girlfriend, his love. but why did he do this to her, to you?

"how're you feeling this morning? any hangover symptoms?" you questioned, just trying to move past the awkwardness.

remus shrugged, "i feel fine, believe it or not. how are you?"

you bit your lip, "okay. didn't get much sleep, wasn't able to shut my brain off." or your tears.

remus glanced at you; you looked exhausted and with the fresh-looking bags under your eyes, he knew you cried. and with that knowledge, his heart panged.

you took in a shaky breath before whispering, "are we okay after last night? i-i couldn't sleep because of it."

remus sighed, nodding his head, "i couldn't either, darling."

you cringed, and he noticed.

remus continued, "it's not on you, y/n, it's on me, and i'm sorry. it was a shitty thing of me to do."

you looked down, your fingernails becoming the most interesting thing in the world, "I'm sorry, too. i shouldn't have continued the conversation. it's not all on you, rem."

remus looked towards you but your head remained down, "y/n...i-i think we both went with it but it got real at some point but i did that." he paused before continuing, "let me take responsibility."

you furrowed your eyebrows, meeting his eyes once you looked up, "remus, you were drunk, i fed into your drunken conversation-"

he interrupted you, "if we're being honest, i wasn't that drunk. let me be better, y/n, please."

your heart ached as it shattered into pieces, trying to mend itself back together. he wasn't that drunk when he said those things to you last night? you became increasingly confused, upset, angry, heartbroken. this man had worked his way into your heart, becoming not only a true friend, but someone you loved. and when a flirty conversation began taking a turn, he knew exactly what he was doing, saying.

but you couldn't have him, and the way this conversation is headed, you would never.

"i just want us to be okay," you whispered the half-truth, wishing you could say what you truly wanted from him. that you wanted him.

remus grasped your hand before letting go as he felt you tense, "you are not in the wrong at all, y/n. we are more than okay."

with a nod, you bit your lip once more, "just-just let me know if i overstep, okay?"

the lycanthrope looked over your face before turning towards the street, "i wanted you to overstep last night, y/n, so take that worry and throw it away. i truly wasn't that drunk, and what i said - what i did - was unfair and selfish, and i won't do it again."

you wanted to sob. he wanted you to overstep, to break his resolve concerning you and his current relationship. remus lupin may not have been entirely sober but he was aware of what he wanted, and he doesn't deny it. this was his way of moving on, of validating your feelings and hoping it wouldn't affect anything. he'd get past it, he had to. he loved nymphadora.

but you loved him. remus lupin gave you thousands of butterflies in your stomach to the point where it made you nauseous. you showed up to grimmauld place more often than you liked just for the off-chance of seeing remus. your autonomic body functions shut down and your palms became increasingly sweaty at the thought of him. you were enamored with remus lupin, but he was enamored with someone else who he didn't see as often as you.

you were the fool in the game of love. you were there as a convenience.

you wanted to tell him that you loved him, that thinking of him made you nauseous - but in a romantic way. you want to know what it is like to kiss him, to wake up next to him, to say "i love you" in a romantic sense.

before you realized it, tears began running down your cheeks. remus turned you towards him, wiping your tears. you felt as though you were going to be sick.

"i'm sorry i made you cry," he whispered, remorse and guilt heavy in his tone. he knew what you were feeling.

you shook your head, making remus move his hands as you wipied your tears, "ugh, no, emotions are just dumb."

remus sighed with a nod, "that they are, and they get us into trouble."

your mind was racing.

he continued, "but having and expressing them is the most important thing any of us can do. whether we are overstepping or not." more tears began to flow as remus finished, "that's why everyone loves you so much; emotions are your superpower. i love working alongside you, and knowing you, y/n. truly."

with a tear-ridden face, you turned to remus and gave him a sad smile, "thank you, remus." with a pause, wondering if you should say anything else, you continued, "I'll see you inside."

before he could say anything else, you went inside and up to your bedroom, the covers becoming your comfort and safe place for your tears.

you were utterly in love with remus lupin, but he was utterly in love with nymphadora tonks. and while you guessed that remus knew your feelings towards him, he had an obligation to her, history with her, and you'd never compare. you wanted to overstep, but doing so would be wrong. you knew that time would pass, that you'd get over remus lupin eventually, but at the moment, he owned your heart while he loved someone else.

you assumed, that everybody plays the fool at some point in the game of love.

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Hello! I’m making a kid oc and I was wondering if you would be comfortable writing a PLATONIC relationship w/ Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma and Diluc + Gn Child reader?

I was thinking that reader was really tired and fell asleep on them or something like that.

Feel free to ignore

☆ Platonic relationships, specially with kid reader, heal my soul. I couldn't come with a scenario for kaeya but didn't want to have you waiting, sorry :( ☆

Genshin Dads x Kid!Reader

-> Summary: Kid!Reader falls asleep and their dad takes care of them

Tags: Fluff, Platonic relationship, Kid!reader, the main characters are the Reader's dad. Implied Thoma x Ayato [Thomato🍅?].

-> Warnings: This is a platonic fic involving a kid character, pedophilic behavior of any kind is not accepted nor respected here.

-> Triggers: None

-> Includes: Zhongli, Thoma and Diluc

Please tell me if you find any mistake!

Zhongli

You were peacefully enjoying some warm tea at late noon on Liyue's Harbour best teahouse when you started to feel your eyelids grow heavier. Your dad noticed your behavior and chuckled silently before taking off his coat and covering you with it, "Excuse me, sweetheart -I'm afraid I lost my control over time. How about we head home?"

You were too tired to answer so you just nodded softly after giving a small yawn to him and rubbing your eyes tiredly. You rest your head on his shoulder and he takes you on his arms before heading home, allwhile a loving smile paints his face.

Thoma

You love accompanying you father wherever he goes but, as much as Mr Kamisato Ayato treats you nicely and gives you sweets whenever he sees you -he even showed you his bright katana!-, you have to admit that your father's work is rather...boring. Yes, you love to help him with the broom or cleaning the dust off some tables but the rest of the time you have to spend it in the garden, laying around on the grass or watching a row of ants work together on some lost crumbs.

Today was being a specially long day of work for your father at the Kamisato Estate and although he warned you about it, you were growing more and more tired. Eventually, it didn't take much time until your eyelids became heavier and your mind blurry. You were outside, in the garden, when you fell asleep on the dark wooden stairs of the Kamisato House. As soon as Thoma noticed your absence and couldn't see you around he grew worried and ran outside to search for you but he sighed in relief when he saw that you just fell asleep. He chuckled softly at the sight and picked you up "You're going to catch a cold if you stay outside" and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before entering again the Kamisato Estate.

He laid you on a pillow and covered you with a soft blanket before smiling to himself and continue working.

When Mr. Kamisato Ayato returned from his meetings he couldn't feel but touched at the sight of you sleeping on a corner. Since Thoma had been working on the house all day, he didn't mind sending him home sooner than usual, and so he did. He whispered him, careful not to wake you up, something about having the rest of the day off so he could relax a bit.

Thoma was surprised about this suggestion but took it anyway so, when he finished organizing the documents from Mr. Kamisato's meeting, he took you in his arms and after a quick goodbye you headed home.

He had to admit that he loved having you around work but, sometimes, the thought of how you prefer being with him rather playing with other kids makes him a bit sad. He wished he could go with you to the park or just take a walk around.

But, who knows? Maybe one day some head of the Kamisato Clan decides that he wants to spend a peaceful day around Inazuma with you and your dad.

Diluc

Although your dad doesn't want you around the tabern —even less if it's at night— he could only surrender at those pleading, watery eyes. After all, it wasn't that late anyway, so he let you stay around.

You were sitting in front of the bar counter with your favourite beverage on one hand as you watched closely how your dad worked.

Everything he was doing was so elegant —mixing cocktails, pouring milk on coffee, squeezing lemons on cups of tea- you couldn't be proudest of your dad.

Allwhile Diluc was working, a smile was painted on his face at your little, proud eyes, you were really enjoying watching the show of him working.

Eventually, he'll tell you outloud the recipes and steps for making different things and narrate you the process so you can learn them, too. When he's got a bit of free time, he'll also let you take a sip of the non-alcoholic beverages he makes, the ones with the best smell.

Needless to say that he'll watch with furious eyes to whoever happens to sit beside you and won't hesitate to raise his voice against anyone who starts talking and bothering you. Thankfully, Mr Kaeya and Lady Rosaria are also around and, as the good uncle and aunt that they are, they won't hesitate neither to kick some butts if it's for your safety and comfort.

Excuse me, I've got too excited, now to the main topic

You wanted to continue watching your dad work —It wasn't even late!— but your eyes refused to stay open. The moment Diluc noticed your tiredness, he asked Charles beside him for a quick relay.

Then, he gently took you in his arms and headed to the Favounius Headquartes, where he searched for someone who could take an eye on you whike he worked on the tabern —he wouldn't mind having you sleeping while he works if it weren't by the fact that his work is full of drunk weirdos—.

After peeking around the library he heard the voice of a woman,

-Diluc- She sighed -What are you looking for?-

Your dad turned his head to where he sound was coming and so he saw Lisa reading some book on a couch. She quirked an eyebrow at him and waited for an answer she probably already suspected.

-Lisa, I need you to watch my kid while I work- he stopped talking as he saw the librarian pinch the bridge of her nose -It won't be long, just until I finish a couple things, I'll be leaving soon today-

-Ah...Whatever!- She sighs again as she stands up and takes some blankets from a couch -Put them here. If they make any noise I swear I'll return them to you, Diluc-

Your dad let you rest on the soft surface before covering you with a blanket. Then, he thanked Lisa for the favor and quickly returned to the tabern so he could pick your things up.

≡≡≡

The next thing you remember is waking up in a bed in a room of the Favounius Headquartes, your dad snoring softly on a nearby sofa. In fact, he looked rather uncomfortable, so you stood up and decided to put a pillow under his head.

You got to cover him with a blanket and put a pillow beneath his neck without waking him up. Then, you returned to your own bed to continue sleeping peacefully, knowing that your dad never left you and never will.

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mistmarauder · 9 months

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Happy Thursday! I come bearing gifts!

A collection of one-shots by the wonderful @extasiswings as a fic book you can purchase with beautiful cover art from @like-the-rest-of-la. If you're interested, please send me a DM for the link!

This book includes the following Buddie one-shots for your enjoyment:

fire on fire • 6.7k

"You’re sleeping with him.” “I’m not—” Eddie rolls his eyes and corrects himself halfway through. “I’m not sleeping with him like that, okay?” Sophia looks at him for a long moment as her gaze turns from teasing to thoughtful. “But you want to be. Right?” [Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.]

With A Little Help From My Friends • 2.9k

“You know…several of us parents get together once, maybe twice a month or so. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like. I can add you to the email chain.” Not for the first time that day, Eddie’s surprised. It’s not that he’s opposed, more that the invitation is unexpected. He’s not particularly social—when he is it’s with the team or with Buck or with his family, all of them in each other’s houses, in each other’s lives both at work and away from it. Outside of them… It occurs to him that he’s never really known how to make friends. [Or: Eddie makes friends outside of work and realizes that Buck might not, in fact, be just a friend]

unfold me (tell me you love me) • 2.4k

Eddie follows the sound of running water to the kitchen. He stops in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and spends a moment just watching Buck scrub potatoes in the sink until the other man glances up and notices him. “Hey,” Buck greets. “Chris is reading in his room, I’m just working on dinner. How was the date?” God, I love you, Eddie thinks, and nearly has to bite his tongue to keep it to himself. [Or: Eddie goes on a date and has some realizations about what he really wants.]

for all the perfect things I doubt • 5.2k

Evan Buckley is really good in bed. Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t.

dream of some epiphany • 7.4k

Evan Buckley is lost. It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door. Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name. Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

of men and of angels • 13.5k

For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. - 1 Corinthians 13:12 Eddie Diaz learns a lot as a kid. Boys aren’t soft. Boys don’t cry. Boys don’t kiss boys. As he gets older, he realizes that everything has exceptions. Boys can be soft sometimes. Boys can cry sometimes. And some boys kiss other boys. But Eddie likes kissing girls. And since he likes kissing girls, that’s the end of the story. Isn’t it? [Or: the one with all the repression]

translate the magic (show me) • 8.1k

“I think I might be bad in bed.” Eddie rolls that thought around in his head, trying to decide the best way to respond, weighing the options of what Buck needs to hear versus how to say it. It’s not a conversation he wants to be having, is part of the problem. Thinking about Buck desperately seeking connection through fleeting sexual encounters with strangers already makes him swallow back a wave of petty jealousy and possessiveness. But there’s an added level of insult to injury to the idea that Buck wasn’t even having good sex. Which maybe explains why despite his initial commitment to delicacy and tact, what comes out of Eddie’s mouth is— “You probably were. Bad at it.” Buck’s eyes widen, a strangled noise sounding from his throat. “Don’t pull any punches,” he shoots back as he hunches in the chair and drains the last dregs of his beer. “I didn’t mean it like that.” [Or: the one where Buck has a crisis and Eddie teaches him what good sex really is]

paint me a heaven with your bloodied mouth • 3.3k

Buck. Four letters. One syllable. Eddie knows it’s a nickname. He doesn’t know why Buck picked it or why Buck seems to use it exclusively, but he figures it isn’t really his business. And also that it probably isn’t that deep—all of them use nicknames at work or otherwise in their daily lives. Eddie himself might find it weird if anyone outside of his immediate family suddenly started using his full name regularly after so many years of only rarely hearing it from anyone else. So. Eddie calls Buck Buck. And he doesn’t think anything of it. At least…not at first.

all my atoms • 3.9k

Every atom of me and every atom of you...we'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pin trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams...and when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't just be able to take one, they'll have to take two. There are three things every child learns about daemons: Don’t ask questions or talk about another person’s daemon—it’s rude. Don’t put too much distance between yourself and your daemon—it’ll hurt. Under no circumstances should you ever touch someone else’s daemon. Simple. Straightforward. Easy to remember, easier to follow. That’s what Eddie thinks of the rules.

half agony, half hope • 4.4k

“My brother does look well tonight, doesn’t he?” Adriana asks, changing the subject as they turn. Her eyes spark with mischief when Buck hums idly in agreement. “Strange that bruise on his neck, though. I can’t imagine how he could have gotten such a thing.” “Perhaps his fencing partner got a bit overzealous,” he offers, despite knowing that won’t be good enough for her to drop it. [Or, after four seasons, the ton remains baffled that no engagement appears forthcoming between Viscount Buckley and the youngest sister of the Duke of Cederhall. But perhaps they should be paying more attention to the viscount and the duke himself...]

safety and home • 3.1k

The thing Eddie remembers most about the shooting isn’t the shot itself, or the pain, or even the fear—it’s the cold. He’s been through enough in his life to know that his subconscious works in weird ways. After Afghanistan he dreamed more directly of burning helicopters and gunfire, blood in his mouth and smoke on his tongue. Shadows and screams and guilt. After the well his dreams were of Christopher, Shannon, waves crashing on a beach. And Buck. Sunlight. This time...this time Eddie dreams of drowning. [For the prompt: "I'll keep you warm."]

light the dynamite • 1.6k

Buck shivers as he thinks back to earlier in the day, at the way Eddie snapped his name like a whip across the radio when he did exactly what Eddie and Bobby both had told him not to do. At the frosty glad to hear it, Firefighter Buckley, when Buck called dispatch back to tell Eddie he was fine if a little bruised. At the way Eddie had called him at the end of the shift, voice low and quiet and commanding, hooking deep beneath Buck’s skin and stealing the breath from his lungs until all he could manage was a rasping acknowledgment before hanging up. It could be seconds, or minutes, or an hour more, but finally the bedroom door clicks open and— “So you do know how to follow instructions,” Eddie says, the edge in his voice not quite sharp enough to cut but a warning nonetheless. “I was wondering.”

show your cards • 2.7k

“What was this tonight?” Buck rasps, his voice rough as sandpaper to his own ears. Eddie’s lips quirk as his eyes flick to somewhere just to the left of Buck’s ear like he can’t respond if he’s looking at Buck outright. “It was dinner, Buck,” he says. “Dinner and a poker game.” And Buck could leave it there. Honestly, he probably should leave it there, leave it alone, let it drop despite the fact that he can practically taste the lie in the air. But he’s too warm and his pulse is so fast that he’s dizzy with it and Eddie is so close that Buck can’t breathe so he can’t help himself— “Eddie.” His voice cracks. Eddie looks back at him, meets his gaze. Slowly, with more than enough time for Buck to move or to stop him, Eddie brings a hand up to curl around Buck’s shoulder, his thumb brushing Buck’s neck in a way that lights up every inch of his skin. “Tonight was whatever you want it to be,” Eddie corrects finally. “No more, no less.”

you make my heart beat • 1.9k

Eddie Diaz knows two things: 1) he's a great nurse; and 2) he does not fall for patients. After spending five months with Evan Buckley...well. Maybe that second one is a little more of an open question.

graveyard whistling (and why things hurt) • 3.2k

“Eddie?” Buck’s hand touches his shoulder and Eddie inhales sharply and comes back to himself. His eyes flick back to the phone—the screen now dimmed and black—then settle on the counter next to it as he swallows hard. “You okay?” Buck asks quietly. “She died today,” Eddie replies. “And I forgot. I forgot that it was today.”

only human, nothing more • 1.9k

It’s stupid maybe, but it feels a little like something happens in that chair. They cut away the softness and leave behind sharp regulation edges and it doesn’t stop Eddie from being afraid, but it...helps. Helps him pretend. Helps him fall into the role of someone who is responsible, someone who knows what they’re doing, someone who— Someone who is in control. (Stupid, maybe. Stupid, definitely, is what he settles on years later when he’s back from war, trapped in his own head and drowning on dry land, because regulation edges make him flinch when he looks in the mirror and he knows no haircut in the world is going to help him fake his way back to normalcy. So he just lets it grow again. It doesn’t matter anyway.) [Or: Eddie introspection through the seasons as explored through haircuts]

It’s 5.5 x 8.5 in. and 319 pages.

Of course, no money is being made off of this collection. Here's the evidence of that:

(For other 9-1-1 fic books, check out @tsoanatural's fic book tag here. For "Stuck on Fast Forward (Throw Away the Blueprint)" by @extasiswings, you can check out my post here.)

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 #playground love: tales from the engine (and beyond)#extasiswings #chapel my darling! <3

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steviewashere · 3 months

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Steddie Fic Recs. Part 7!

Previous Recommendations: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

I tend to post these on Tuesday, but I passed the fuck out last night. So, here it is on Wednesday, lol. No themes or anything here. Enjoy these fics if you choose to read them.

If there are any Tumblr blogs tagged and you'd like to not be, feel free to reach out to be removed. I have no qualms doing so. I respect y'all.

As always, the tags and themes vary on all of these fics. Heed all tags, ratings, and archive warnings with caution.

moonbeam by mourningshowers @keycarabiner

“Eddie hums. ‘We’ll figure something out,’ he tells Steve, like they’re friends or something. Like they’ll see each other somewhere after this and won’t just let their eyes skip over one another’s faces—like they’ll actually call out to one another, sit down, catch up.

Steve knows better. Knows their tentative alliance doesn’t exist outside of this mediocre 24-hour diner, at nearly midnight a few days after the Fourth of July. They both know it, Eddie’s just pretending not to.

Strangely enough, it doesn’t stop Steve from saying, ‘Sure.’”

Chapters: 1/1, WC: 6,198, Rating: Teen and Up no Archive Warnings apply Different First Meeting AU Post Season 3

———— 2. you don’t know (what hell you put me through) by jewishrat420 @jewishrat420

“Steve kisses Eddie for the first time in the Upside Down.”

Chapters: 1/1, WC: 937, Rating: Mature without using Archive Warnings

———— 3. Pancakes For Dinner by Soldotna_And_Queens @soldotnaandqueens

“Eddie sighs, looking up towards the sky, his eyes scanning the clouds like he’s looking for something, anything at all that could keep him from saying what’s on his mind. ‘I want to eat pancakes for dinner with them.’

‘What?’ Steve asks, his brow furrowing.

‘I want to make pancakes for dinner and sit in bed all night laughing. I wanna cuddle on the couch and watch Star Trek while they ask a million questions because they just don’t get it, and when we’re sick or have a cold, we can lay in bed and watch cartoons. I want to get stuck in their head to the point that they’re always thinking about me even at work when they should be focusing on whatever they are doing. I want to get dressed up and go to a nice dinner only to not make it past the front door before getting undressed again and spending the night in bed instead, taking each other apart and drowning in each other.’ Eddie babbles, a far away look slipping onto his face.

How Eddie cryptically confesses his feelings for Steve and Steve can’t let him die without telling him he loves him too.”

Chapters: 1/1, WC: 10,439, Rating: Mature with Archive WarningsCanon Divergence AU

———— 4. Summer ‘86 by how_about_no @goditsmeagain

“After everything that happened during Spring Break, life for everyone in Hawkins returned to somewhat normal. Well, aside from Steve’s new friendship with one Eddie Munson.

The gang decide they all deserve a break and head to Steve’s family beach house for a week, featuring copious amounts of fluff, found family bonding, blurring (or completely ignoring) the line between platonic and romantic, and bullying being considered flirting.”

Chapters: 12/12, WC: 51,300, Rating: Mature no Archive Warnings applyPart of a series: Summer ‘86 Verse

#stranger things #fic rec #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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crowborn666-writes · 2 years

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So um…👉🏻👈🏻 I’m sorry for asking for another lol. You are the first(besides 1-2 friends) to actually write my request and I really appreciate it. Also, I just love your writing!

Could I maybe possibly ask for another request…👀if not, no worries! You can totally ignore this. I just love hawks at the moment lol so I need more of him😂 could I request another Hawks x Female reader, but this time they are married and the reader is pregnant. Maybe where the reader really wants to go out to go shopping but hawks thinks it’s too dangerous. But he decides that endeavor can be with her while hawks is working. I just thought this would be very cute and funny with endeavor awkwardly watching over her. And maybe hawks stops by to check on them😊

So sorry if this is too much!! You are more than welcome to change or add whatever you’d like. 🫶🏻

Mama Bird

(Oh of course love! Request any time, even send in multiple! They may take me a while to finally get to/finish, but I adore getting requests! (Would this also count as a platonic Endeavor fic…? …Maybe. I also added Fuyumi because I can))

Hawks x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: Keigo has some last minute work come up, so he asks his friend to watch over you while you go out shopping.

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“Oh, you have work to do?” You spoke into the phone, tone slightly disappointed as you paused in putting your cards and other necessities into your purse.

“Yeah, sorry lovebird.” Keigo sighed, the distinct sound of his wings beating against the wind in the background, “If you really need to go get those groceries and such, I can ask a friend to accompany you. Afraid I won’t be off until a bit past our usual dinnertime.”

“That would be nice.” You hummed, resuming the packing of your purse, setting it on the living room coffee table as you moved down the hall to your shared bedroom. “We’re just running low on some necessary groceries, and I figured I could grab something for dinner and some craving foods, y’know?”

“Yeah,” a pause, followed by the sound of Keigo landing, a soft grunt of exertion leaving him, “You heading out in a bit? I’ll call that friend to drop by for you.”

“You calling Enji?”

“Of course I am!”

You giggled, imagining the inconvenienced look on the number one hero’s face upon hearing Keigo needed him to watch over you on his day off.

You both said your goodbyes, see you laters, and I love yous before ending the call, the red feathers Keigo left behind resting in your hair and on your shoulders as you rummaged through the closet.

After getting dressed, a jacket matching Keigo’s pulled over your shoulders, you walked back downstairs to grab your purse and house keys, stepping outside to wait for Enji to arrive. One hand rested comfortably on your growing stomach, the bump having only just begun to show, and your other hand held your phone, thumb scrolling through the latest news feed.

Your gaze lifted as a car pulled up in your periphery, Enji giving you his best annoyed-deadpan face as the car door opened.

You gave him your kindest smile, carefully stepping down the steps as he stepped out of the car to meet you halfway. As much as Keigo liked to toy with and poke the flaming bear of a man, and despite Enji’s past, you still showed him kindness and respect, something he clearly appreciated.

Fuyumi, who had taken up one of the backseats, gave you an excited wave and a beaming smile as your door was opened for you. “Hi (Y/n)! Figured since you’re shopping we could join you, since we also need groceries!”

“Oh hi, Fuyumi! How has the day been for you two?” You asked, settling into the passenger seat before Enji shut the door for you.

“It was going well, until Keigo called me in for this favor.” Enji huffed, sliding into the driver's seat.

You chuckled as your gaze drifted to the passing cars and buildings for a moment. “It just means he trusts you to help keep an eye on me.”

“My day’s been alright!” Fuyumi chimed in, “I just finished up my shift with the kindergartners in fact!”

“Are they little balls of terror or rays of sunshine?” You asked, smiling at Fuyumi through the windshield mirror.

“Both.” She sighed, sinking into her seat a bit to put more emphasis on it, “But I have no complaints, it’s a delight to watch over them!”

Soon enough, Enji had thankfully found a parking space somewhat close to the entrance of the mall, opening the passenger side door for you once again. You clamored out of the car, Fuyumi joining you at your side to walk beside you as Enji lingered a bit behind. You and Fuyumi shared a shopping cart, seeing as your shopping lists weren’t too long. You both talked about your respective jobs, Fuyumi giving stories about her day-to-day in her classroom, and you sharing details about your latest paintings.

Every now and then you glance back to Enji, asking him about his latest rescues and other feats, hoping to ease the awkwardness clinging to him. It was clear he was still new to basic outings like this.

He spoke of the latest villains he’d taken down, the progress of the three UA students he was training, all while wordlessly reaching up to grab a specific kind of pasta sauce you were trying to reach.

You gave your thanks, beaming up at him in a way that was uniquely you, missing the soft smile he returned when you were distracted by Fuyumi on your individual dinner plans.

The rest of your shopping trip went well, only a few fans of Enji’s had interrupted you. Most of those fans being children, surprised to see a pro hero in such a normal place such as a shopping mall. But thankfully, Enji took well to their attention, giving Fuyumi time to usher you both through checkout before your growing nerves could get to you due to the crowd of people in the store.

While walking back to their car with Fuyumi, Enji having been bombarded with more fans than he initially thought, you spotted a plume of red above you.

You glanced up as Fuyumi opened the trunk of the car, puffing your cheeks out in a playful manner as Keigo descended from the air.

“And what are you doing over here, mister?” You smiled at your husband, silently cooing at the flower he passed to you. “Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”

“What? I can’t come check on my wife?” Keigo replied, batting his eyes at you as he returned Fuyumi’s quiet wave of hello.

You playfully rolled your eyes, tucking the flower into your hair before shooing your husband away. “Alright, you should get back to work, love. People need you and Enji will give you an earful if he finds you here.”

“Alright, alright! I’m going!” Keigo laughed, kissing your cheek before taking off. “Be safe getting home!”

“You be safe flying around!”

You then turned to help with the groceries, but Fuyumi had already finished packing them away and was closing the trunk.

“Oh, I could’ve helped, Fuyumi!”

“Oh it’s alright,” Fuyumi smiled at you, trying to ease your worry, “you already looked worn out from today so I didn’t wish for you to push yourself.”

Enji joined you a few moments later, letting out a long sigh.

“A lot of fans?” You asked, thanking him as he once again got your door for you.

“Yes.” Enji sighed again, moving to get in the driver's seat and drive you home.

They both helped you take groceries inside, bidding you a good afternoon as they left. Now alone, you relaxed on the couch for a few hours, mindlessly watching TV while you waited for Keigo to tell you when he was headed home to start dinner. Those few hours passed quickly, and you urged yourself up and into the kitchen, slipping on an apron as you began dinner.

Midway through, you heard the front door open. Keigo’s feathers, which had been resting on your shoulders and in your hair, instantly moved to rejoin the others as the sound of his footsteps grew closer.

You sank back into Keigo’s hold as his arms wrapped around you, feeling his smile in the kisses he peppered on your face.

“How you feelin’, lovebird?” He mumbled, hands resting over your stomach as his face buried itself into your neck.

“Good, a bit worn out from today, but I’m good.” You pressed a kiss to his temple, one hand stirring the pot in front of you as your other hand joined his. “What about you?”

“The same. Good but worn out.”

You hummed. “Well, why don’t we finish dinner and then head to bed?”

“That sounds amazing. What else needs done? I’ll help with dinner.”

(So fun fact, in my area, we have these black and gray spider/mosquito-looking bugs, and supposedly they are mosquito eaters that don’t bite people. Except for me. They only ever bite me, because when I go outside, I’m the only one that gets bit and it’s always because of them. I got bit on my middle finger a while ago and lemme tell you it is NOT fun being allergic to bug bites. Instant pain, itchiness, and inflammation.)

#mha #bnha #fluff #bnha fic #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fic #mha fanfiction #fem!reader #mha hawks x reader #bnha hawks x reader #mha keigo #bnha keigo takami #bnha keigo #mha keigo takami #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami

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altschmerzes · 11 months

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I hope you don’t mind me asking but I was just wondering what relationships Jamie will have with Roy and Keeley in your baby Jamie story. Something I’ve really enjoyed in your other fics like The Same Story, and your most recent fic is the amazing friendship Jamie has with them. Obviously a lot of things are different in your upcoming fic, and their history with Jamie is going to be vastly different, so I was really curious.

i don't mind at all!! i love love love talking about this fic and this is one of the like. central components of it and one of the parts that's most fascinating to me to think about and poke at, roy particularly.

roy and he have the same antagonism that they do when we meet them in canon though it looks obviously very different because of the fact that yknow. jamie's fifteen and not on the team so roy is MUCH less aggressive/actively beefing with a teenager lmao but they do sort of..... roy is endlessly frustrated with jamie's attitude and the fact that jamie seems to, from minute one, hate his guts for absolutely no reason at all. it evolves over time as the story progresses from this kind of frustrated, baffled resentment to roy somehow now TWICE OVER landing in a situation where he is sort of parenting someone else's kid with them without really meaning to, that's just how it happened.

there's phoebe, who he's fulfilling a very directly parental role with (and as somebody who usually means 'mother and grandmother' when i say 'my parents' i loved seeing this on screen. he's not her dad but he is very much a parent to her) and then there's the way that he and ted end up sort of coparenting jamie together by the time they get him out of his dad's house. it's like..... it's complicated and not very clear cut, because while ted is very much Jamie's Dad at this point roy is like..... he's not jamie's dad but he is A Parent, much in the way he is with phoebe which is a very fun like. family dynamic to explore in all directions (roy and ted and jamie as a collective, what this does for roy and ted's relationship, the relationship jamie ends up having with roy's sister (who i'm once again calling sarah sdlfs) and phoebe).

(there's also some complex stuff in there about the way that i've adapted some canon events - including the city win over richmond in 1x10 which jamie still plays a key role in and roy's retirement and refusal to coach jamie when he came back which, jamie's not on the team but that Situation still manifests in a way)

and with keeley it's obviously EXTREMELY different since they are not, never will be, and do not even come close to being involved romantically or sexually, gd bless. absolutely not. so we, and jamie, are introduced to her as the girlfriend of the richmond captain prior to roy, a very briefly appearing man i've dubbed leo charles. and then she's around richmond doing PR because of the job rebecca gives her, which is when she and jamie start interacting more. and the relationship they have - which again i feel i must stress because you know how fandoms are lmao is completely platonic at every point - is a very important one to jamie because she like....... treats him like a person, not like a child. she asks for his opinion on things and actually listens, she has a respect for him and his thoughts that he hasn't seen a lot.

and compared to the others too there's this sense, even when those relationships improve, with ted and roy and company, that they feel like he's someone they need to protect and care for, which is true! they do! and keeley is protective of him as well, is aware he's young and has been badly hurt and needs looking out for, but that's not the role SHE directly has in his life so she's like. someone who he doesn't feel like thinks he needs minding, or whatever, she's someone he can go to if he needs to feel Normal and go check out the new hipster coffee shop that's opened in the area or give an opinion on an outfit or something. he admires her and thinks she's probably the coolest person alive, pretty much.

#gav gab #gav answers #long post #fic: wriggle up on dry land #writing liveblog #i still plan to have the first chapter of this up tonight or tomorrow btw #even with [waves at my life] all of the fuckening

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avocadosharks · 2 years

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Im having severe bethan brainrot in light of my new fic so here’s my two cents on Them:

First of all, the whole friends to lovers trope is especially adorable for these two. They’ve known each other forever, they’ve definitely seen each others at their highs and lows. 100% Ethan wasted no time sprinting across the yard when he heard bennys granddad passed away and he did everything in his power to keep his friend from crying. 100% Benny sat on Ethan’s bed and listened to him vent about his parents fights and how much stress he’s actually under from them. But, at the same time, Benny showed up to every single one of Ethan’s academic award ceremonies and Ethan was the first one at bennys house whenever the newest video game dropped, despite Ethan not being as into them as Benny is. Their whole relationship is built on a foundation of pure love and respect for one another, platonic or not.

Benny and Ethan always made sure the other was safe even if it meant putting themself in danger- for example, the second part of date to end all dates: Benny is literally frozen in fear, fixated on stern, and Ethan had started to turn and run until he noticed this and wasted no time urging and pulling Benny to move. He literally grabbed him and pushed him to run with his own bare back to stern in order to get Benny moving away. There’s been times Ethan had to carry Benny because he was thrown unconscious and there’s been times Ethan’s had to grow a pair and get violent with things in order to ensure he and Benny stayed safe together. In return, Benny would have no problem using magic to help ethan out- no matter the consequences.

Its so easy to believe that benny has always had a think for Ethan- he fell first but Ethan definitely fell harder sort of thing. Benny ignored his own infatuated feelings in favor of encouraging ethan to pursue sarah, but we all fucking know this boy felt pure joy inside when it was clear they didn’t have a path together. It didn’t take very long afterwards for ethan to have one of his visions smack some sense into him and realize the reason why he felt so uncomfortable w every girl that came his way, was because no one was benny.

They have the same humor, the same hobbies, and have been through the same exact trauma situations. These boys were bounded for life as soon as they became friends because they just work together so easily- like they just knew what the other was thinking/what the other needed without a word needing to be spoken.

#mbav #my babysitters a vampire #bethan #benthan #benny weir #ethan morgan #these two man…*holds gently*#there’s a fic in progress w these two btw !#I love me my stem nerd x dork nerd trope what can I say #I have…so many headcanons abt them….#WHY DOES THE FANDOM HAVE TO BE DEAD WHY DID I JOIN 10 YEARS LATER HUH #ignore me #forgive any spelling or grammar im not fixing all that word vomit

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viola-ophelia · 11 months

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I'd like Russingon so much more if people weren't annoying about it. Like, it's genuinely interesting as an epic friendship chivalric bond type relationship, and I like both characters, the dynamic between them and how it affects the text, but, to me that's so much more interesting than 'oh, of course we were secretly married the whole time, undeniable canon ship', like, it's so irritating and it lacks depth and also? They're not canon. I completely understand people who do want a major queer relationship, but. It's not canon. If anything, the relationship Tolkein maybe consciously wrote as intentionally homoerotic is Turin and Beleg. And at this point I'd genuinely be more interested in something that approaches Maedhros as Fingon as having a platonic relationship based around the chivalric narratives I'm pretty sure Tolkein was inspired by. And I hate the take that if you don't ship russingon you're automatically homophobic.

Also I'm so agreed on the Eol thing, like, yeah, that story has some pretty hideous racist subtext and I get people wanting to change it but idk why they always do it by a) making Aredhel 100% in love and happy with a man who refused to let her leave his house and who later killed her by trying to kill their son OR b) slutshames and villanises Aredhel, usually by portraying her as an abuser (sometimes having the gall to call it feminist and empowering like. If you think a woman being a rapist us empowering you need serious help) And I'm also not sure why she gets called the slutty cousin when one of the first things we know about her is 'she gave her hearts love to none', and when she did get married she was at least partially coerced into it? Like, aside from how horrible slut shaming random female characters is, Aredhel seems like the least likely candidate? She and Celegorm are always so mischaracterised, one thing I really hate about fandom is how it seems to have this set of archetypes it shoves characters into even if that's not how they are in text, to make them more palleatable and understandable I guess? Like, Celegorm was probably a bit on the wild side, but we know he's a linguist and an orator and a skilled commander who actually seems to have taken the initiative in the Nargothrond coup, like? He's always made into a dumb jock and Curufin's always so bitter and bitchy and neither of those seem particularly accurate to how they are in canon? (Also have to agree on the Celegorm/Curufin side, I've read some good fic)

I think one of the biggest problems in the Silm fandom is a) people whitewashing their faves and picking sides in a way that seems really unconscious of how the text emphasises that this is about complex people with incompatible goals and b) people always wanting their ships to be canon to the extent that they end up putting them as the focus of the story, and twisting the text to try and validate them which like? I like a fun ship as much as the next person, but something's aren't canon and that's literally fine? Like, I'm really into Melkor and Sauron as characters, and I do really enjoy Angbang as a ship, but the amount of people who claim they were 'literally married' when we don't have any textual indication for their relationship other than one-sided fanatical devotion on Sauron's part and a level of trust and respect on Morgoth's, is seriously annoying.

Sorry I've been ranting please feel free to ignore this

sorry for taking so long to respond, work was crazy today! but i completely agree with a lot of this, thanks for sharing!!

i think the question of whether or not there’s a “canon queer ship” in the silm is dubious for a bunch of reasons, but i totally agree, if anything it’s turleg! it just doesn’t make sense for tolkien to have explicitly condemned cousin marriages between elves but also to have intended russingon to be read romantically. of course, you don’t have to stick to tolkien’s intent in your hcs LOL- that’s why fanon exists- but his intent does shape what is canon and what isn’t, and he was writing and living in a different time. which is why the argument that anyone who doesn’t ship russingon is homophobic annoys me lol. and even if russingon WAS canon, it wouldn’t be homophobic not to ship it, that’s not how that works lol.

AGREED re: aredhel and eol! i am really not a fan of any analysis of them that somehow tries to spin it around so aredhel was the abusive one. of course, to each their own, but i don’t personally see anything progressive about that and also don’t feel it’s a compelling read of canon. the thing that i think some people don’t get about aredhel is that she can be the victim in an abusive relationship AND a strong woman and an important character beyond that abuse. those things can coexist, and they do. aredhel was groundbreaking! she (and galadriel, i think?) were the only women who survived the helcaraxe! aredhel was the only woman involved at alqualonde! she’s the only female hunter in tolkien’s works! she’s so much more than just some vessel for birthing maeglin and then dying, ugh. even though she didn’t survive the horrible situation she was put in with eol, doesn’t mean she was weak or irrelevant and also doesn’t mean that the only “progressive” interpretation of her needs to be that she was in the wrong somehow.

re: the idea that celegorm is dumb… YES! people forget that he’s canonically a great public speaker, and i think he might’ve had the best “people skills” out of his brothers- remember, he singlehandedly stirred everyone up for the second kinslaying (for better or for worse lol). and he knew more about the forest and about animals and nature than pretty much anyone else due to his training with orome, and the fact that he could understand/maybe speak to animals shows he had linguistic skills that went WAY beyond most other elves.

and curufin… one curufin moment that the fandom seems to collectively ignore, but that i LOVE and that seems really at odds with his characterization as a cunning scheming bitch, is the moment where he runs into eol in pursuit of aredhel and confronts him, telling him off for having forced her into marriage and basically telling him to get the heck out of himlad. he clearly cared a lot about his cousin! he clearly does have morals LOL!

#thanks for sending this! this was super interesting to read!#silm #silmarillion #ask #cat's meta

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loregoddess · 2 years

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Do you have any head canons for triangle strategy?

I have a small one that out of all House Wolffort, it’s Benedict who holds his liquor best. Erador tried to prove otherwise. He did not succeed.

Honestly that headcanon tracks, although Erador also gives me Olberic vibes when it comes to drinking so he's no lightweight either.

Aside from my age and height headcanons, let's see...I just sort of have a random assortment of headcanons with no clear organization, so I'll write a few out by character (also a few of these are based specifically in like, the post-golden route timeline; if you want the sad angsty post-any other route headcanons, I have a few of those too, but lets keep it light for now).

So we all know Serenoa is like, the wife guy who loves his wife so much, but I think he does the whole Maes Hughs thing as well, like I know photographs don't exist per se in this world, but he definitely carries around a little portrait of Frederica in a locket, and any kids eventually too, and shows them off any chance he gets. He is so excited to spend time with Frederica, like yes, he's a responsible lord first and won't skip out on important meetings and stuff, but he'll also book it home first chance he gets I'm sure.

Speaking of Frederica, she ends up making an excellent Lady Wolffort, and is able to handle the duties of managing the demense just as aptly as Serenoa is. The two make a fantastic team, and the people of Wolffort love them immensely.

Despite both being like, the rulers of their respective countries, I'd like to think Svarog sort of takes a vaguely surrogate dad approach to Roland at times, giving him bits of advice and helping him out, especially since Roland never got any proper like, king-training from his own dad, but also because Svarog radiates huge "do you need a dad, I will be your dad" energy with how doting he is on Frederica and how much he loved Dragan, and also taking Avlora in, and just, how gently he talks to Roland when they become allies on the golden route.

Benedict is a mess to deal with as a character in terms of figuring what's going on in his head, but given his ah, many issues, I don't think he ever really felt worthy or like, didn't feel like he deserved to be Anna's father, even though he took raising her very seriously. It isn't until Anna sits him down and talks about what she'd learned about her parents from Erador and like, really talks with Benedict about the subject, that he's able to allow himself to truly express how much he cares for her as a daughter and how proud he is of her. (If I had the time and energy to comb through all the in-game text to really get into the characters heads, I'd really want to write a fic following Anna's life, and also getting the resolution between her and Benedict hinted at in her second character story, I just, love Anna a whole lot and want to learn and know more about her life).

Geela gets to open that school of hers after the war, and by the time she's retiring it's a world-renowned academy. She still somehow ropes Hughette into teaching courses despite Hughette's role as head of the royal guard.

Erador and Hossabara aren't romantically involved, but after the war and reconstruction efforts they do develop something of a deep platonic bond.

Corentin invents refrigeration. Norzelia gets magical refrigerators before it gets fantasy automobiles or anything like that. His research into ice magic for non-war efforts leads to the invention of many other things, like fantasy air conditioning.

Once she learns Serenoa's her half-brother, Cordelia makes regular visits to the Wolffort demense to build that familial connection, but she also kicked Roland for taking so long to tell her.

Archibald and Groma get to actually talk and learn that each is the person the other was searching for, and eventually settle down together running a nice little tea shop. I am here for old people finding love and peace together.

Well...this got a bit longer than I intended, but suffice to say, I do have all sorts of weird little headcanons floating in my head at any given time.

#I don't even think this is all of them I just wrote what I could remember from glancing at the characters list #thanks for the question though I still love TS a lot even if I haven't been talking about it #(there is an incomplete draft on how Anna and Avlora are narrative mirrors I swear I'll finish it one day)#but anyhow it was good to talk some TS after so long!#alynnl #triangle strategy #I still don't have an ask tag

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ATLA fandom, what if we made our no beta AO3 tag "no beta we die like Jet" 🤔

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So I fell into a hole of ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS claudeleth ao3 fics that had me flailing alone in the room

I have to come to realize that the tropes I am garbage for are

Smooth talker Claude being tongue-tied around Byleth

Secretive Claude unable to keep his walls up around Byleth

Golden Deer being absolutely exasperated at the slowburn mutual pining obvious to everyone except their angsty oblivious parents leaders

Hilda the SUPREME WINGWOMAN and #1 SHIPPER (and wedding planner)

Lorenz just being like "Oh just kiss already"

Golden Deer accidentally walking in on them having a moment and being extremely chaotic

Byleth smiling and laughing more easily because of Claude 🥺

JUST EMOTIONLESS BYLETH LEARNING TO BE HAPPY BECAUSE THE GOLDEN DEER (ESP CLAUDE) MAKE HER HAPPY A LOT

Claude's genuine smiles being practically exclusive to Byleth, or at least Byleth being the first to see it (CANON BTW ACCDG TO THE CLAUDE AND HILDA A SUPPORT)

Claude trying to be subtle but being obvious AF instead (which everyone except Byleth sees ... thankfully (?))

Everyone teasing Claude about how hopelessly in love he is with Teach

Claude somehow oscillating between suave and a wreck around Byleth

Being each other's best friend and then more 🥺

Claude "I don't believe in gods but Byleth is basically divine, being around her is a religious experience, and getting to meet her is nothing short of a goddamn miracle" von Riegan

or for short ... Claude "god is a woman" von Riegan

STARS AESTHETIC. NIGHT SKY AESTHETIC. STARGAZING COUPLE.

Reaching my dreams with you by my side 🥺

Working power couple that make a great team professionally and platonically and romantically

Like a couple being able to perform their professional duties well. Knowing their duties while having a great relationship is just smth I really respect and I think they got that in the bag

The couple that slays together stays together

Wyvern rides together 💖💖

Every noble simping over Byleth and thus making diplomatic talks easier and Claude just bursting with love and affection and pride at her side

Byleth learning about Claude's dreams and caring so much because she cares about him and she knows it means the world to him

But somehow she's oblivious that Claude now cares about more than that because she also means the world to him now

Claude "THAT'S MY WIFE" von Riegan

Byleth realizing how she feels and being scared and thinking it's hopeless because Claude is attractive af and probs has girls falling all over him

Claude eventually finding out and thinking that her being insecure is the most absurd shit he's ever heard

Golden Deer telling it straight to a shocked Byleth that Claude is absolutely crazy about her

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I CAN ALREADY SEE THIS HAPPENING IN THREE HOUSES. Fanartists make it happeennnnn 🥺🙏🏼

Student: Professor, 😳☺️ I-- 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I think you're amazing and 🥹 --- will you marry me?🫣🥰

Byleth: ... Too weak

Student: 😨😰😱😭

Byleth: ?

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I'm so in love with how Claude pets his wyvern after each successful attack he gets in slkdfl like that's so damn sweet

he goes from "i killed a man" to "who's a good wyvern? yes you are!" in a few seconds and it is everything to me

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My #1 post of 2022

The "I want you but not like this" trope is severely underrated and I am incredibly soft for it 🥺

Imagine loving someone so much that their well-being becomes your priority over being in a relationship with them. Imagine wanting to be with someone badly and actually being given the chance to do that, but caring enough and having the restraint to let go because you know they're not themselves at the moment and need time to sort things out.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I ... Turned into a claude blog #Well it do be like that

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Mending Bonds.

Part 2 of the Winter and December and Christmas, Oh My! series.

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12982881

Rating: G

Characters: Fukunaga Shouhei, Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Haiba Lev, Nekoma Volleyball Club.

Pairings: No.

Additional Tags: Scarf, winter prompts, Ugly scarf, This hideous scarf is the light of Fukunaga's life, Nekoma will protect it, ShouheiProtectionSquad, Lev makes many mistakes, But he fixes them too, Nekoma being family, Badass Kenma.

Summary:

Fukunaga has a scarf. It's the most hideous, disgusting, ugly and mangled scarf the team have ever seen. But it's precious. It means more to him than anything.

So when it goes missing, the entire Nekoma team is on the warpath.

#WinteryFics!!!#HaikyuuDecember #veraspromptchallenge #haikyuu fanfic #Fukunaga Shouhei #Kozume Kenma #Kuroo Tetsurou #haiba lev #nekoma #the ugliest scarf you can ever imagine #in this house we love and respect platonic fics

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years

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Vikings + single mother

Summary: how the vikings would react to finding out you're a single mother + how they'd support you

Tagged: @alicedopey, @shit-i-say-shit-i-think

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

He has five sons, what’s one more child

Especially if it’s a girl, he will adore her

Maybe in a slightly unhealthy way

Many ups and downs

You can’t expect him to be reliable, but he tries for your sake

Lagertha

Lagertha loves children

Especially if they aren’t the result of Ragnar’s unfaithfulness

Considering that she basically adopted half of Hedeby’s woman and made them into shieldmaidens

She will take care of your child

Not in a lovey-dovey, babysitter way

But really solid

Your child will learn actual life skills, and to fend for themselves

And Lagertha will not let you take any shit for being a single mom

Aslaug

Even when Ragnar was around, Aslaug felt like she was raising her children on her own

Relates to your struggles deeply

Since your child(ren) don’t present any competition to hers, she’ll try to help you

Might also be her way of flirting

At first it’s only ‘oh, I have this leftover tunic from Sigurd, do you want it?’

And that’ll turn into you basically living in the Great Hall

Your child would most likely be a friend to one of the Aslaugssons

You can count on her

Bjorn

Won’t be a good father of your child

But he’s just not a good dad in general

Forgets all of his children’s names???

Supports you, but the worst babysitter

Expect the house to be on fire on your return

Young/child Bjorn would treat your child as a cousin/sibling and get very protective

Ubbe

Patchwork family king, you can count on him like 1,2,3 (pretend it rhymes)

I mean we have canon proof

Took in asa and Torvi’s other kid (the boy??)

Would act like that for anyone

In his eyes, every child deserves love, no matter what the parents did or who they are (*angrily stares at Ragnar*)

He respects your boundaries and he’s sensible when handling children

Solid friend/partner, as always

Hvitserk

He literally does not care that that is not his child

Regularly forgets that

Will fight anyone who dares to insult you

Has no experience with children, but tries for your sake

And with his puppy energy, he has no problems

As a friend or partner, he will adopt/accept your child in two seconds

Sigurd

He doesn’t think that your biological family is your family

(modern Sigurd read all found family trope fics on ao3 *throws in limp wrist*)

If he likes you, he’ll take care of your kid

Doesn’t care about family names or blood

To him, love (whether that be platonic or romantic) is more important

Surprisingly good with kids

Will sing lullabies

Ivar

Ivar won’t dislike your child

He just worries whoever left you will come back and a) threaten you or b) take you away from him

As a VERY possessive person, he takes care of you and your child in his own way

Will ‘protect’ you (read: become a little clingy) and provide for you (read: spoil you)

If you establish clear boundaries he will be an amazing friend/partner, and treat your child as his own

Helga

SET BOUNDARIES

If you make it clear that this is not her child there won’t be any heartbreak down the road

I am a firm believer of Helga having all five love languages plus a thousand others

One of them being COOKING

You will never, ever go hungry or cold under her care

She will nurse either of you back to health

Infinitely patient

Floki looks on skeptically, but will defo teach your child to make mini boats

Helga scolds him for handing a child a knife (queue: ‘But Ivar was fine!’ ‘Ivar killed a boy with an axe when he was four!’)

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you.

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around.

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again.

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered.

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled.

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met.

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute.

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me”

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile.

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

_________________

“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her,

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing.

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her.

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation.

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them.

You knew your parents would at least try.

___________________

“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking.

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic.

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list.

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face).

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one.

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time.

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head.

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one.

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger.

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #nicole fugere #the addams family #addams family imagine #addams family #request #not my gifs #gifs found in google

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streamingcolors-gvf · 2 years

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Picking Favorites

Pairing: Josh x f!reader (Dom!Josh) *enemies to lovers*

Summary: You were in the midst of putting together a small birthday party for you best friend, Jake, when you got the news that his twin brother would be attending as well. Once good friends, your relationship with him had soured to the point of hatred over the years. How was the night going to end when he threatened to ruin it?

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: Thank you so much @josiee-gvf and @kdarling1 for inspiring and hyping me up to write this filthy mess of a fic! 🖤🖤🖤 As much as we all love fluffy Josh, I think we all desperately need mean dom!Josh in our lives. Don’t say I didn’t want ya!

*I’m also aware that Josh’s style and hair probably doesn’t match for how old I made them, but we needed some undercut Josh in this fic*

**Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. I do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way.**

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, angst/toxic behaviours, sexually explicit material- 18+ MINORS DNI!!! (Unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, dirty talk, degradation and praise kink, m!dom)

“What the fuck do you mean he’s coming?!” You huffed angrily into the phone that was wedged between your right ear and shoulder. Danny had called just as you were finishing up the final touches of the chocolate cake you had made for Jake earlier that day.

“Exactly what I said, y/n.” Danny’s tone over the phone immediately shifted into defense from your sudden outburst. “I spoke to him earlier and he insisted on coming over tonight.”

“He hates me, Danny. Why the hell would he even want to come over tonight?” The words huffed out in a frustrated sigh. You set the small piping bag down on the counter, fully accepting your complete lack of concentration from the unexpected news.

“He doesn’t hate you. You know how he is…and how he’s the most stubborn person on the planet.”

“I do know how he is. I swear if he ruins it-“

“He won’t ruin it, y/n. I’ll make sure of it.” Danny assured you, always sweeping in to calm your nerves whenever things got dicey between the twins and yourself. “Do you need me to pick up anything on my way over?”

“Actually, can you grab another small cake for Josh from the grocery store? Remember last year when they had to share one? I thought the universe was going to implode.”

“I do, unfortunately. So don’t worry, I can grab one on my way.”

“Thanks, Danny. You’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you soon.” He chuckled out a sigh.

“Bye, Dan!”

After pressing the end call button, you set your phone on the counter to replace it with the frosting bag so you could finish piping “Happy Birthday Jake” across the top of the cake.

The plans for the evening were simple-you had invited some of your mutual friends that you shared with the Kiszka boys and Danny for a small party at your apartment in celebration of Jake’s 22nd birthday.

You had met him on your first day of Drawing 1 class Sophomore year of high school and had been nearly inseparable ever since. You would spend afternoons working on art projects across his bed while he strummed lazily on his guitar, watched movie after movie in the Kiszka house basement during the summer months, or taking long weekend night drives with no real destination in sight.

Although you loved Jake with all your heart, your relationship with him never developed into anything more than a platonic friendship. Sure, you had fleeting moments in the past where you thought you might have had a small crush on him in your teenage years, especially when it came to prom season during your Junior year. Although things never ventured into more than friends territory, it was something that you were more than willing to accept. The both of you even had your own relationships over the years, still managing to maintain your close bond throughout the different stages of your life.

The only major interference in your friendship that ever came into play was his twin brother, Josh. In the very beginning, Josh was always the goofy, somewhat nerdy theater kid everyone knew in your school. The two of you had clicked instantly after befriending Jake, and had no issues spending time together over the following years. At least until there was a sudden shift in his personality. The outgoing bubbly behavior that was once incredibly charming, began to evolve into blatant cockiness as strutted around with his obnoxiously large ego.

He became nearly insufferable for you to be around, talking over anyone that threatened to take any attention away from him in the room. The older he became, the more apparent it seemed that he just used girls for his own validation or maybe even just for the convenience before dropping them completely…that’s how it seemed to you at least.

His appearance had the most dramatic change since all of you graduated high school together. Recently, he had cut off the sides of his long hair that always seem to fall into his face, leaving a mop of messy curls on the top with buzzed-length sides. He started to wear offensively revealing low-rise jeans, only to pair them with skin-tight or cropped flashy shirts. Gaudy rings littered his slender fingers, and he even surprised everyone when he showed up one day with gold hoops in his freshly pierced ears. He relished in the idea of flaunting everything he had to offer and somehow it managed to always get under your skin every time you saw him.

A large part of you missed the old Josh, the silly-and even at times painfully awkward kid that would randomly scream his lines out at full volume, no matter where you guys happened to be. To you, it always seemed like he lacked any fear, never afraid to truly be himself in every sense. You admired and cherished it, envious of it even. Once upon a time, it comforted you that he could be the one to bring you out of your shell. Now with how he was acting, it made you feel like he was watching your every move, ready to pounce the moment you were most vulnerable, ready to pick out your biggest insecurities in front of everyone. The distance in your friendship slowly transformed into full blown loathing, or at least that’s what you felt whenever he was around.

After loading up the small cooler with beers and hard seltzers to set out on your balcony, you heard a series of loud knocking on your front door. You padded over and opened the door mid knock to see two of your closest friends standing behind it.

“The birthday boy has arrived!” Jake belted in a booming volume as he strutted in through the open door to your apartment.

“I see that.” You chuckled, keeping the door open for Sam to follow through behind him.

“He may have been day-drinking a little bit already, just so you’re aware.” Sam chuckled as he motioned with his eyes towards Jake who had stumbled slightly into your kitchen. Sam handed you a brown paper bag that was way heavier than you expected, making you puff out from the awkward weight.

“What’s this?”

“Jake insisted that we bought this at the liquor store for you. And he wasn’t about to take no for an answer, especially from me.”

“I’m supposed to be the one giving him a present, Sam.” You rolled your eyes and turned to meet up with Jake, who had already started to make another drink in your absence.

You set the bag down on the counter as you walked in behind Jake while he poured rum from one of the bottles in your stash into a glass filled with ice. You wrapped your arms around his midsection, pulling him into a tight embrace, taking note of how he was already starting to sway on his feet and it was only 8 p.m.

“Happy Birthday, Jake.” You hummed softly into his shoulder.

“Shhhhh. Enough of that. Celebrate and have a shot with me!” He patted your hands with his before digging around your kitchen cabinet for a set of shot glasses.

“I think you should probably take it easy there, Captain.” You snuck your hand around and snagged the bottle of spiced rum out of his hands. “I can’t believe you are already drunk without me.”

“Well, you should have joined us then. I did try to get you to come today, ya’ know.” He tipped his brows at you as he took a large sip of his drink.

“Yeah, well, I was busy getting ready for this little shindig for you, birthday boy.”

Jake's eyes caught the paper bag you had brought in, and set his glass down to grab it off the counter.

“Here! I saw this and thought you would love it!” His sudden burst of excitement made you giggle.

You reached into the bag and grabbed an irregular shaped glass object, pulling it out you realized it was a large glass skull bottle with clear liquor inside.

“Jake…” you gasped, spinning the bottle gently in your hands to take in all the intricate details. You caught his glazed-over eyes looking at you admiring the present, his lips turning up into a warm smile. “It’s beautiful, but isn’t this something you would really enjoy?”

“Yeah, but we can enjoy it together, y/n.” He shifted his weight on the heels of his feet as he leaned back against the counter, taking another sip of his rum. “Besides, when we finish the vodka we can fill it with something better.”

“Isn’t this thing like a hundred bucks or something crazy?” You scoffed, turning the bottle over to look at the label on the underside.

“Oh shut up and have a shot with me already, okay?” He grabbed the bottle out of your hands and ripped the plastic wrapper off the cork with his teeth.

“Okay, okay! But you should really slow down a bit after this.” Your scold faltered instantly as Jake always managed to hit the softest spots of your heart with just a simple look.

“Don’t tell me what to do, it’s my birthday.”

Over the following hour, the friends that you shared with the boys trickled into your small apartment. Despite your best efforts, you were already a couple shots in after Jake and Sam managed to pull you into their antics. You noticed more and more time was passing even through the distraction of alcohol and conversations. Your other best friend was still not here yet. After anxiously waiting and pacing, you checked your phone again when Danny finally walked into the kitchen carrying a small store bought cake.

“Sorry I’m late. I went to two different stores looking for a cake Josh would like. The bakery sections were closed but I did find this.” He handed you the desert as he set down a case of beer on your counter.

The tiny vanilla cake that had been plastered with the cheap, tooth-rotting, sickeningly sweet frosting with a shower of chalky rainbow sprinkles fell embarrassingly short in comparison to the homemade chocolate one you had baked fresh for Jake. It didn’t even have lettering or his name on the top, but you simply didn’t have time or the patience to fix it.

Sober you might have felt bad about it, but with the liquor now running through your veins, the issue fell from your mind completely as you nudged it to the back of the counter.

“That’s what he gets when he doesn’t give me a head’s up.” You huffed, crossing your arms in annoyance.

“I did my best, y/n.” He sighed, shaking his head as he started to rip open the cardboard box of the case of beer.

“Thanks, Danny. I’m just happy you’re finally here.” You closed the distance and pulled Danny in your arms for a warm embrace.

“Someone’s feeling good already.” He chucked, returning the tight squeeze of your hug. “Looks like Jake is too.”

Before you had a chance to respond, you caught a passing glance of Josh walking past the entrance of your kitchen, brushing past a few people, presumably toward the bathroom at the end of the hallway. Danny also caught it, taking note of your immediate shift in mood.

“Hey, don’t let him bother you tonight, okay.” He said softly, rubbing a comforting circle onto your upper back. “Have another shot and try to relax.”

You chatted with a few friends while sipping on your drink as music filled your apartment, letting the buzz of alcohol flush through your system. At one point in the night Jake stumbled back to you, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder to steady himself.

“I love you, y/n.” He mumbled into your ear, his nose bumping into your cheek as he swayed drunkenly on his feet.

“I love you, too, Jake.” You giggled, holding onto him so he didn’t stumble away. “But let’s get your cake out before you are completely gone for the night.”

“Cake! Fuck yes. Let’s do this shit!” He cheered, sticking his index finger in the air before walking off in the direction of the kitchen.

You saw Josh talking to Sam when his eyes broke away to look at you. You had tried your best to ignore his presence throughout the evening, but now he was grabbing your full attention.

He was dressed in a pair of one of his faded low-rise jeans that sat right under his hips, ditching the idea of an actual shirt, he had completed the look with a simple brown suede vest. With your head swimming in your drunken state, you allowed your eyes to trail over his body. You couldn’t help but let them linger around his exposed stomach, following the indents of his lean muscles that teased, in a not so subtle way, what was hidden in his pants. Fuck. What’s wrong with me? You looked back up at his toned frame, caught in the arrangement of the necklaces displayed across his bare, tanned chest until finally stopping at his face-only to see him catching you gawking.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before spreading them across his dumb face in that cocky smile of his. You scoffed, pulling Jake out of the conversation he found himself in so you both could head towards the kitchen. Your actions caused Josh’s expression to fall flat, immediately into a state of annoyance as he rolled his eyes.

Running into Danny as he exited the kitchen with a beer in hand, you nudged the very drunk Jake into his arms. “Here, take care of him while I get the cake ready.”

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m not that drunk.” Jake mumbled in defense.

“Alright, big guy. Let’s get you to the couch.” Danny laughed, escorting Jake back into the living room. His stable footing and solid hold around your best friend was a relief to you. In an unspoken agreement, he had decided on maintaining his sobriety so he could drive Jake home later in the night.

Walking into the tiny kitchen, you opened the fridge door to pull out the decadent chocolate cake. The cheaply made vanilla one sitting against the wall of your counter entered your vision as you nudged the door with your foot. Shit. You had bought the wax numbers for Jake’s but suddenly realized you had forgotten to ask Danny to pick up extras.

You dug around one the junk drawer and found a ripped open package of rainbow birthday candles shoved to the back, buried deep within the miscellaneous items you had stashed there. You tore off the cardboard backing to find only four left.

In a rush, you popped open the clear dome plastic lid of the store bought cake and pushed the candles in, sinking them into the fluffy rippled frosting. You topped off Jake’s with the wax “22” candles you bought earlier in the week, and dug around in your pockets for your lighter.

“Oh shit, is that other one for Josh?” Sam laughed as he pointed to the pitiful baked item.

“Shut up, Sam. I didn’t know he was coming tonight, okay?” You snipped, not intending to come across as irritated as you did.

“Alright, alright.” Sam stuck both hands up in defense. “Need me to grab some plates and stuff?”

“Yeah that would be great, thanks.” You flicked the lighter and guided the flame around to each wick.

After taking a final deep breath In preparation, you turned the corner with both cakes to enter into the living room, Sam in tow with a collection of plates and forks.

As soon as you were spotted, Danny started to belt out “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow” with the rest of your friends drunkenly joining off-key as you set down both cakes on the coffee table. During the comotion, Josh had found a spot on the worn recliner chair while you were busy, with Jake sitting across from him in the center of your small couch. You settled in next to Jake, joining in on the birthday song.

Jake was singing along but you immediately noticed that Josh’s lips were wound tightly in a frown as he held a piercing glare into your eyes. The tight muscles of his jaw clenched as he looked over the cakes laid out in front of him.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JAKE AND JOSH!” Sam bellowed, raising his glass to signal everyone to cheer in unison.

Everyone whooped and clapped when Jake blew out the number 2’s stuck in the frosting. Josh paused for a moment, leaning forward while staring right at you, blowing an aggressive huff of air, instantly extinguishing the disappointing four rapidly melting candles on his designated cake.

“I would’ve wished for something, but it doesn’t seem like this was a party even meant for me.” Josh sneered, sucking his teeth as he leaned back in the recliner. Danny whacked his arm with the back of his hand, exchanging a warning look to the disgruntled twin.

“Don’t worry about him, love. This is so so amazing, thank you.” Jake leaned into you, bumping his shoulder into yours, whispering into your ear with a soft, slurred hum.

“Sorry, Josh. If I’d known you were coming tonight I would have slaved away at making you one as well.” You snipped, throwing back the rest of your drink into your mouth.

“Oh totally. It’s not like I share the same birthday as my twin, so that’s understandable, y/n.” The sarcastic jab spat through his perfect teeth made your face grow red hot with anger.

“Don’t be a dick, Josh.” Jake warned, leaning forward to cut a slice into his personalized cake.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t dream of offending your girlfriend like that.”

“Shut the fuck up. You know it’s not like that.” You snapped back defensively.

“Really? You could’ve fooled me, babe.”

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be off fucking some random chick you met a bar?” You threw the insult, hoping it would affect him enough to back off.

“And miss all this?” He scoffed, waving his open palms to gesture at what was displayed across the table. “Also, you should try it sometime, it might help you pull that massive stick out of your ass.”

“Alright, you’re done. Take a walk, Josh.” Danny hooked his hand around Josh’s arm, pulling him out of the chair with ease. Josh threw the arm, yanking himself out of Danny’s grasp and stormed off into the kitchen, and out of your sight.

Danny just mouthed “I’m sorry” as you wiped away the tears that collected in the brim of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, y/n. Josh is going through a lot lately. He doesn’t mean it.” Jake leaned back into the cushion of the couch with a plate of cake resting on his chest, taking bites with his eyes closed. “This is really fucking good. Remind me to have another slice when I’m not fucking plastered tomorrow.”

“I think it might be time to get him home soon, Danny.” You patted Jake’s knee, grabbing the fork and plate that was threatening to slip out of his fingers.

Over the course of the next hour, people started to shuffle out of your tiny apartment in pairs. The night was still relatively young for a Friday evening, so most of your other friends decided to carry on partying to the local bars in the area. You also took note that Josh had remained mostly out of sight, ignoring you after your tense confrontation with each other.

Jake had passed out on your couch while Danny and Sam helped clean up what they could in that time. Sam mostly offered distractions to everyone given that he wasn’t that far behind Jake when it came to his drunken state. You still felt a little buzzed, but the exhaustion in combination with the weird feelings you had gotten from Josh had started to sober you up.

“Okay, y/n. I think it’s time I got these guys back home. Are you sure you don’t need anything else?”

“I’m sure, Dan. Thanks for everything.” You mumbled into his shoulder as he pulled you for a goodbye hug.

“You did a great job tonight. And don’t worry, we will be back tomorrow to help finish cleaning up the rest of this for you. Hopefully he isn’t too hungover.” He tipped his chin to Jake who was laying across the length of your small couch, snoring loudly with an arm draped across his face.

Danny broke away from your arms to walk over and pull Jake up from the couch in a swift movement, pulling the limp arm around the back of his neck to steady your friend to his feet. Sam helped with the other arm, and with staggering movements, shuffled out of your apartment and down the hall.

“See you guys tomorrow!” You yelled out, shutting the door behind them. You turned on your heels to see Josh sitting back in the recliner, picking at the loose threads of the armrest.

“I thought you left already.” Your tone was flat as you walked over, picking up the two cakes from the coffee table to carry them to the kitchen table that was littered with a few empty bottles and dishes.

He didn’t respond to your comment, instead sat in silence as you continued to throw away empty cans and cups into the trash. You didn’t necessarily want to ask him to leave, but his lingering presence was creating a thick blanket of tension over the two of you, making you unbearably anxious in your own home. You heard him sit up from the chair as it squeaked from this sudden shift of his weight, and you let out a sigh of relief thinking he had decided to finally leave.

“I’m a little hurt I didn’t get a proper invitation, y/n,” Josh’s voice breaking the silence made your heart nearly jump out of your chest. By the sound of it, he was standing in the door frame of your kitchen.

“Well, Josh, we haven’t really been the best of friends lately. I honestly didn’t think you would even want to be here tonight.” You knew you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of an actual apology.

“Are you saying we aren’t friends anymore?” He scoffed, holding his hand mockingly over his heart in faux-offense.

“Do you think we are friends?” You asked, this time in a more genuine way as you pulled the plastic strings of the trash bag into a knot.

“I don’t even know what to think, y/n. I can’t tell if you want to fuck me or kill me sometimes.” He snickered the blunt accusation, the sound of it made your stomach flip in your gut.

“God, you are so fucking full of yourself…excuse me.” You scoffed, waiting for him to step aside so you could drag the full trash bag out to your patio to be taken to the dumpster in the morning.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me tonight. You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He paced around the table, tapping his fingers along the wooden edge as he walked. You walked back into the small kitchen, stopping at the sink to wash your hands.

“Why do you insist on being such an asshole to me? I’ve been nothing but nice to you all night.” You blurted out, voice fueled by your frustration and anger as you shut the faucet off before drying yourself off with a towel.

“Nice?! Is that what you call it?”

“Josh, what are you trying to get out of me right now?” You walked out through the door frame and out to meet where Josh was standing.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just trying to figure out why you’re so bitchy to me all the time.”

“I think it's time you take your cake and leave.” You spat, the venomous tone of your voice laced each word as it shot through the air. In a split-second, Josh’s hand hit the plastic tray of the store-bought dessert in one swift movement, sending the cake flying off the table and face down onto the floor.

“I don’t want your stupid fucking cake, y/n!” Josh boomed, making you flinch from the sheer volume and aggression. He had never raised his voice at you before, and you just stood there frozen, mouth hanging open in pure shock.

You didn’t even know how to respond, instead you just walked over to the end of the table where he was standing, bending down to start cleaning up the mess that had been created all over your floor. Embarrassment flushed through your face, blurring your vision with a coat of tears forming in your eyes.

“Stand up.” His voice was low and deliberate with the command.

“Fuck off, Josh!” You hissed, the flood of confusing emotions swirling in your head were pushing you to the brink of exploding.

“I said, stand up.” Josh leaned down and grabbed your left forearm, yanking you up back up to a standing position. You couldn’t even bear to look him in the eyes, and you searched for anything else in your apartment to grab your attention.

“I think it’s a little pathetic how you follow him around like a lost puppy all the time. Doting on every little thing sweet Jakey does. You waiting on him hand and foot... You think he knows?”

“Knows what?”

“How obsessed you really are for him.”

“Well, I think it’s pathetic how jealous it makes you, Josh.” You lashed out through clenched teeth, and looked directly into his eyes that were mere inches from your own now. You watched the normally honeyed brown eyes you adored so much turn into something entirely different, darker- fueled by anger and…something else entirely.

He still had a hold around your arm and used it to push you back against the table, the action causing empty bottles to rattle and knock over onto the floor. You tugged your arm free from his grasp in defiance and he placed his open palms on either side of you, making you lean back from how close he was now.

He broke his eye-contact to glance over at the half eaten chocolate cake still sitting on the table behind you and leaned over to swipe his index finger through the thick frosting, and sucked it in his mouth, licking before pulling it out with a mocking pop!

“Mmmm… wow, y/n. You should really have a taste of your work. You truly outdid yourself for my twin.” He hummed, savoring the rich flavor as he reached back over to take another swipe of the frosting.

He brought his finger back to you, hovering it in front of your face and you flinched back from the taunt, and his other hand grabbed around the back of your neck to hold you still and close to him.

“What’s the matter, princess? Wish it was Jake instead of me?” You tried to pull your face away, restricted by his firm grip on the back of your head just as he spread the sticky substance across your lips and mouth.

“Oops.” He laughed with a devilish grin spreading on face. Grabbing a hold of your chin firmly in his hand, he stuck his full tongue out and licked across your mouth, in an intoxicatingly slow movement as to not miss a single spot, flicking up to collect the frosting into his mouth.

The bold action made you freeze in place, once again, you panted as he hovered his mouth over your wet lips and you felt his warm breath tickle across them. With the hand still snaking around the nape of your neck, his other left your chin to slip across your cheek to weave into your hair.

Your own hands grabbed ahold of his vest in tight fistfuls of the soft material to tug him into you, making your lips crash forcefully into his. Your mind was spinning wildly with desire, fueled by years of tension and pure frustration. His tongue met yours in the fight for dominance-and he was winning as he slipped into your mouth during the lust driven dance.

His teeth nipped into your bottom lip, harsh enough to elicit a sharp gasp of pain from your throat. Breaking free from your heated kissing, he leaned down to pick you up around the back of your thighs to rest you on the edge of the table. Josh wasted no time shoving the fabric of your dress up your legs and under the swell of your ass to reveal the silken panties you had chosen to wear for the night.

His hands grabbed each knee and slid down the inside of your legs, pressing his thumbs into the thickness of your thighs, spreading you wide open in front of him. His lips connected with yours, just as hungry and needy as before. Your hips bucked involuntarily as soon as you felt him press his fingers into your clothed pussy, panties already dampening with desire while he rubbed with a teasing pressure along your aching center.

“Josh, please…” You whined into his open mouth. Within a second of hearing your pathetic begging, Josh took his hand and pushed the cake down the table and shoved the rest of the scattered items in your way onto the floor with a series of crashes, directing your body down the length of the wooden surface.

“I love hearing my name come out of those pretty lips, baby.” Josh whispered with a low grumble into your ear, nipping along the edge before sucking the sensitive skin under your jaw into his mouth. The sensation is borderline painful until he soothed the bruising surface with a flattened lap of his tongue. “Just hearing your slutty mouth beg for me makes me so fucking hard.”

His slender fingers wrapped around the base of your throat, the metal bands of his rings pressing into the vulnerable area as he squeezed with a tight pressure. Not enough to hinder your breathing, but just enough to make you aware he was still in full control. With the heel of his hand resting at the base of your collarbones, he pushed you back so your elbows were supporting your weight.

You watched as his hand snaked down your chest, grabbing a handful of your covered breast with a firm squeeze as he settled to his knees between your legs. You felt exposed with being on full display in such a vulnerable position. The overwhelming rush of excitement and nervousness rushed through your mind, given the fact this was the first time ever in your friendship that Josh flirted with the idea of being like this with you. He pressed the pad of his thumb over your clit that was still concealed by your panties, and began to rub achingly slow circles to watch you quiver with anticipation under his touch.

He leaned into you, rubbing the bridge of his nose up your pussy, inhaling you deep into his lungs as he dragged his tongue to wet the fabric-coating the throbbing bundle of nerves. Your ragged moan was cut short with a pained yelp as he followed up with a sharp bite, sinking his teeth into the peak of your pussy.

A low growl rumbled through his chest as he wrapped his fingers around the delicate band of your satin panties, and with a sudden forceful pull of his hands- the fabric ripped into two shredded pieces with ease.

“Josh!”

Before you could protest further, his tongue dove into the folds of your pussy, causing a breath to hitch in the back of your throat as you threw your head back. He shook his head side to side, almost thrashing with an unadulterated fervor, rubbing the hard bridge of his nose into your clit with his tongue slipping inside you. He wasn’t guiding you slowly through this experience, instead eating ravenously into you as much as he possibly could-and you just happened to be along for the ride.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out, desperate to grab onto anything for stability, you reached your hand down to find a grasp into his curls. He stopped you unexpectedly with a tight hold on your wrist.

“Did I say you could touch me?” The deep growl vibrated across your swollen clit, sending a violent shudder throughout your entire body. He continued to swipe up with a pointed tongue, swirling an alternating pattern of circles across the sensitive bud. Your orgasm was quickly winding inside of you, ready to snap and release at any point.

You were so close under his unrelenting work of his mouth lapping into you. His moans fluttered against your skin, as he slurped you with every lap of his silken hot tongue while he slipped two fingers into your pussy. The added sensation of him pressing into the sweet spot sent you upright into a sitting position, making him pull from you completely.

“Lay down.” He directed with a stern and pointed voice, the feral nature of his almost blackened eyes boring deep into your own.

“Josh…” It was a breathy whine of a whisper from the ragged desperation of your lungs.

“I said, LAY DOWN, y/n. And stay down until I say so.” The sudden bark of his orders through his gritted teeth as his open hand slapped down onto your bare pussy made you jump with a sharp hiss escaping your mouth. He reached over to bite into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, nipping along to hover over your dripping center and back down the other leg.

You let yourself sink back down on your elbows, now sore from the pressure point of the hard surface beneath you. Josh’s tongue dipped back into you with long deliberate strokes to rekindle the burning fire of your building climax. He slid his fingers back inside of you, the movements now with purposeful and aggressive. The lewd sounds of your growing wetness created from them working inside of you filled the empty apartment, joining the song of whines and moans breaking free from your chest.

“I’m sure you wish it was Jake between your legs, baby?” He mumbled into you and there was a second where you weren’t sure if you heard him right. You were just so close to the tipping point that it didn’t really matter what he said to you. Just as you were about to step off the ledge, he retreated from you fully, stopping your orgasm in its tracks.

“What the fuck, Josh?!” You cried out, falling back onto the table completely as you threaded your fingers tightly into your hair in your desperate state.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you cum if you tell me who you really want.” He taunted you.

“What?” You huffed in utter confusion, delirious as your mind raced with seemingly no complete thoughts while electricity buzzed over every inch of your skin.

“I want you to say the name, princess.” He hummed into you, his signature cockiness oozing through each of the words as he planted teasing kisses into your pussy.

“Josh! Josh! I want you, Josh. Please!”

Without another second of hesitation his face connected with you to meet your bucking hips, sucking harshly as he rolled your clit into his warm mouth. His index and middle finger found your g-spot with expert precision to push you completely off the edge you had been dancing on with no hope of returning. The orgasm exploded, sending a shockwave of euphoria flooding through your body, threatening you to the point of passing out on your dining room table.

You disappeared from reality in your out of body experience as flashing colors and images fired rapidly in your mind. A coat of sweat collected around your forehead and temples, and you started to realize from the burning ache in your lungs that you weren’t even breathing during all of it. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when he brought you out of your fucked-out state to pull you back up to a sitting position so you could face him again.

“You think I’m done with you yet?” He laughed into your ear, his own breathing almost as ragged as yours. His fingers wrapped around the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck to pull your head back, exposing the expanse of your neck for him. He licked across the vulnerable area as rocked his hips into you, rutting the hardness of his covered cock into your over-stimulated pussy.

You reached down his torso, dragging your fingertips along the soft trail of hair under his navel and ripped the denim over the metal button of his jeans, spreading the fly open to find that he wasn't wearing any underwear. You flicked your eyes up to his as a playful grin developed, showcasing his beautiful smile. You wrapped a hand around his cheek, sliding your fingers along the soft crushed-velvet feeling of his buzzed hair to grab around the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, mixed with the lingering hint of tequila he had been sipping on throughout the night. He groaned into your open mouth as he pulled himself free from the tight restriction of his jeans. He grabbed your free hand and brought it to his cock, signaling to you to stroke him.

“Mmm…fuck. Your hand feels incredible wrapped around me, princess.” His head tipped forward into yours while he slid the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders. You slowly worked your hand over him, running your fingers along the underside of his length, brushing along the sensitive spot under the head of his cock.

Grinding himself into your hand, he yanked the top of your dress down, freeing your bare breasts out from the garment. His hand massaged into one as he sucked the nipple of the other into his mouth. You tilted back as he flicked his tongue across the hardening bud, the warm wetness sending another wave of pleasure right to your core.

“I can’t believe he hasn’t fucked you yet. Such a shame, princess.” He mumbled into the peak of your breast between the trail of open-mouth kisses and teasing nips of your skin. “Although, I’m loving the fact I get to fuck your pretty pussy first.”

Josh’s crude words were fluttering through your head, spurring your desire on even more than you thought possible. He lined himself up to you, slipping the head of his cock through your wetness, brushing up against your clit with every rock of his hips.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He let a breathy laugh fan across your kiss-swollen lips.

“Josh…please.” Your desperate plea sent him plunging forward, thrusting forcefully into you to the hilt, sending a pained cry from your throat. “Oh fuck!

He paused his movements to look right at you, softened eyes showing a hint of concern, “You okay?”

“Josh, just fuck me already! What the hell are you waiting for?” You snipped out, letting your impatience get the better of you -a small part of you nervous that you might have pushed him a bit too far.

“Oh, princess. Be careful what you wish for.” With right hand hooked onto your hip and the other wrapped around your throat, his hips snapped into you at a forceful pace. Yelps and cries tumbled out of your open mouth as the head of his cock smacked relentlessly into your cervix, making your weakened legs shake uncontrollably around him.

There were many fleeting thoughts over the years where you were curious of what it would be like to sleep with Josh, an air of mystery always clinging to him. This right now, blew away any preconceived idea who could have possibly had. He was stretching you out more than anyone else ever had, overwhelming every sense your body possessed. You were blissfully high off the feeling of him as he slammed his cock into your pussy with a hand restricting the blood flow to your head.

Sensing you were on the verge of overload, he gently released his hold and guided an open palm against your chest to spread you down flat onto the table. Changing the rhythm, he slowed so you could truly feel every inch of him inside you. He would slide out, almost completely, and slipped back in with a gliding stroke to brush against your sweet spot he had become so familiar with.

“You feel so fucking amazing, baby.” Josh huffed through a ragged breath as he bottomed out into you, the steadiness of his thrusts faltering slightly with each stroke. He circled the pad of his thumb over your swollen, over-stimulated clit while he glided himself in and out of you.

You stretched your body out, arms draped over your head, arching your back from his movements and giving him a wonderful display of your breasts as they bounced with each roll of hips slapping against your thighs. His hand slid up your stomach, feeling across each breast under his fingertips before giving your nipple a teasing pinch.

“Your tits look incredible, mama. Better than I could ever imagine. You’re so fucking beautiful.” The softer praise brought you back to him, seeing a glimpse into the side of Josh you always cherished. The sight of him hovering over you, a sheen of sweat coated across his body with his brows knitted painfully tight together in his state of concentration.

“Y/n, I’m so close.” He tipped his head up, eyes rolling back into his lust-heavy lids as the words spilled out in a ragged, broken gasp from his chest.

His admittance made you sit up once again to pull him closer into your body. Josh’s hands wrapped around you, finding a secure position around your ass. Your own hand rested on his cheek, feeling the muscles of his jaw clench against your palm. His breathing into the crook of your neck was frantic and uneven when he started to unravel between your legs. Your second orgasm washed over you when you felt him harden even more inside you, instantly spurring you on through your next wave of ecstasy. Your legs wrapped around his waist in a vice grip as you tightened around his cock through each wave of your climax.

Through a string of curses and sweet praises mumbled across your skin, succumbing to his own release, he spilled deep inside you. His body shuddered under your hold as he slowed the shaky thrusts of his hips to a stop, the new addicting feeling of his cum filling you up completely.

“Happy Birthday, Joshy.” You whispered playfully into the shell of his ear, nipping at the golden hoop adorned on his ear lobe.

“Shut up.”

“I hope you know that you’re helping me clean up that fucking cake you threw on the floor.” He let out a genuine laugh into your neck and you felt his teeth when his lips spread across the sticky skin as he smiled.

“Whatever you want, mama.”

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