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ybklix · 3 days

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Wearing lose shirt with nothing underneath & sitting on his lap ?? 😵‍💫 Lee know?

minho’s lap😮‍💨

take it off

♡ lee minho

⟡summary: Your boyfriend loves to tease you and make you feel good even after a tiring day at work.

❀ pairing: idol lee know x fem reader

♡ genre - warnings: smut, established relationship, dom! minho, teasing, slight dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, spanking, unprotected sex

word count: 3k

a/n: my first request ig wohoo u little minhoes, is this how it works? lol, i had this in my head since minho is tio by zayn coded

You missed Minho, you haven't seen him for days because he was busy at work, you knew that during these dates it was difficult to see him, and then it became almost impossible once he returned to make his presentations, even staying all night in the place. But tonight he promised to see you, lately he ended up so tired that all he did was go to his dorm to rest, sadly you had to insist that he agreed to see you, he also missed you intensely but when it came to his work he got too serious, after all, he had a reputation and image to maintain.

You had cooked for Minho variety of his favorite dishes, you were a little exhausted but it would be worth it to see his tender face light up when he ate something delicious. You were in the kitchen, setting everything up when you heard the characteristic sound of your door indicating that someone was coming in, you smiled broadly and almost run to your foyer to see who it was. Minho was wearing blue jeans, a simple white shirt and a thin jacket loose to his body, he was completely covered even though it was a hot summer day in the city, he couldn't risk being recognized.

You pounced on him and hugged him by the neck, you had missed him so much you couldn't get enough of saying it, Minho reciprocated the hug right away, holding tightly to your lower back.

“Oh, y/n” Minho said while he could still breathe in the smell of your hair.

“Don't let us stop seeing each other for so long” you warned him in a stern but gentle tone once you parted.

Minho smiled as he watched you tenderly and nodded, removing his jacket and face mask.

“What's that?” you asked him as you noticed he was carrying plastic bags from somewhere he shopped in his hand.

“Ah, a dessert for later, come on let's go” Minho added confidently, walking into your apartment.

Minho walked next to you to the kitchen with his hand gently on your butt and finally saw what you had cooked for him.

“Woah, it looks delicious. Thank you, love” Minho walked over to you giving you a kiss on your head.

You watched his round eyes sparkle as he sat down to eat, you wanted to hear everything from him, even though you texted daily and were updated on every single thing he did, you wanted to hear him talk and talk.

“I'll take a picture and post it” he said before picking up the chopsticks.

You smiled at the horrendous angle he took the pictures and joined him for dinner. You didn't want to ask him about work, his face looked a little dull and tired that you didn't know if it was right to start talking about it, but there was nothing else to say, since he spent more time at the company than with you, you both knew that starting a relationship would be sometimes a lonely dynamic, still it was worth every second when you were with him, as if he rewarded you double and you forgot that you don't see him that often. Still you tried to be gentle and say to him:

“Did you have a long day today?”

Minho looked at you and stopped eating for a second.

“Yes, kind of, it was long because it was a day of waiting and small recordings, there were no rehearsals so I found it tedious.”

You could tell it was one of those days by seeing his perfectly coiffed hair and light makeup a bit already worn on his face.

“Did you pick the best pictures for the album?” you said to him amused.

“Sure, I posed like this” he replied amused making a random pose by putting his hands behind his head.

Minho smiled, adorably raising his high cheekbones and you caught his laughter. He kept telling you more details, you adored listening to him talk, he even shared his upcoming schedule to see which days he could dedicate his day only to you, you sighed watching him, sometimes you wanted to be a clingy girlfriend going everywhere he went but, you had to keep your posture.

“When we go to Busan, you're coming with me, I'm not asking you” he commented seriously looking at you intensely, you knew him well, yes he meant it but his intention of being intense was just him being a bit of a tease.

You nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek; after a few minutes he wanted to tidy up and wash all the dishes used as he was always helpful no matter what, you begged to help him as he insisted that you should stay seated to rest the food.

You were next to him, helping him to dry the dishes while Minho washed each pot cautiously, you loved the closeness of his body, honestly you were totally willing for tonight to be one of those tender ones where later he takes a shower and you both go to sleep cuddled up, but you lost yourself in the movement of his big soapy hands, the skillful crush of the sponge and his marked arms with notorious veins... that's when you realized that you didn't just need Minho's company, you needed everything from him, and when you least thought about it, you remembered that it had been long days without sex. You decided to blame your random horny thoughts to the heat of the day, despite having your apartment cool, outside it was a total mess, strong sun during the day and dry and hot nights, you wore shorts and a loose button down blouse that Minho bought you on one of his many trips, he always did that, he bought something for you, but definitely his favorite thing to give you as a gift was clothes that matched his.

You were relieved that Minho didn't notice that you suddenly became aroused at the thought of his hands touching your body, nor that he noticed you looking at him shamelessly, he was just there innocently helping you wash your dishes; otherwise if he had noticed he would start with his double meaning comments and his arrogant little smile, you didn't want it now, you felt completely needy that you didn't need any more humiliation by your boyfriend.

You both finished and Minho decided to rest a bit in your living room making himself comfortable on the couch.

“You'll stay here to sleep, right?” you asked standing in front of him.

“Mmhum” gasped Minho as he stretched his body closing his eyes and trying to relax, “Seungmin is in charge of the dorm, I told him not to disturb at all.”

Minho stared at you, you smiled and were ready to sit next to him until you noticed how he patted his thigh indicating you to sit on his lap, you couldn't be happier and fell on his legs hugging his neck, positioning your body sideways on top of him. You loved sitting on his lap, his thighs were strong and worked, you were so comfortable and your ass accommodated perfectly with no problem, Minho also knew how much you loved it too, as well as slapping his thighs with your ass as you jumped on his cock.

For him it was simple, when he wanted to have you, he did, he would get hard in seconds when it came to you, he still loved to tease you and prolong the process, torturing you both.

“How much did you miss me?” he murmured with an arrogant tone in a low, thick voice.

You slowly lost your sanity as you looked into his leering eyes and heard his tone, oh god, you thought, of course he was going to fuck you tonight, you were so excited that your lower part started to react. Minho was holding you tightly by the waist with his left hand while with his right one, he caressed your thighs.

“You know that I missed you so much, Minho” you stared at him.

“I needed you too, princess.”

He said and moved closer to you to give you a slow, fiery kiss, you needed him so much, you wanted to jump on his cock now, you were so wet and ready, you wanted to feel full, you could feel him too, so hard in a short time, but Minho… he liked slow play and it was killing you inside.

You moaned between the kiss and pulled your body back as you felt Minho's heavy, warm hand rub your center on top of your garment, you knew perfectly well that Minho could keep you like this for a long time, kissing you hotly until your lips swelled; his hand on your waist began to slide inside your loose blouse finally feeling his touch of skin on yours, making you feel so good, Minho moved his hand up to notice your exposed tits, cupping them tightly as he moved his kisses down your jaw and neck, he was still surprised by the sudden delight of feeling your breasts in his hand.

“Why aren't you wearing anything underneath, princess?” he gasped between kisses, feeling his heavy, hot breath on your neck.

You hated talking when Minho made you so bad, your breathing was so ragged and ragged, but knowing him, you knew he always wanted an answer; if you didn't he would make a sudden move on you and growl through his teeth 'I'm talking to you'.

“It's a hot day and... I'm in the comfort of my home, Minho…” you tried to sound as poised as possible.

Minho smiled sideways and squeezed your nipples and the grip on your pussy tighter, causing you to reflexively close your legs a little.

“Or is it because you love to tease me and were so ready for me, kitten, wearing clothes with easy access” Minho whispered in your ear, massaging your breasts harder, “Besides, how do I know you weren't out there like a little slut going shopping to make dinner with nothing on underneath.”

You shook softly, when he made those kinds of comments you knew you were in for a bit of physical punishment so you bit your lip at the memory of his heavy hand on your ass.

“Stand up for a moment baby” he ordered you in a rough voice, you almost moaned as you stopped feeling his hands on you, it felt so wrong when he stopped touching you, “Turn around” he said and positioned you with your back to him.

You listened as he sat up a little from the couch and suddenly you felt his hand squeeze your thigh and then both them search for the button of your shorts, deftly removing them, you were so excited by every slow movement your boyfriend made and it was so unexpected, in a second he could kneel you down and make you suck his cock, or bend you over and start penetrating you, curiosity was eating you to know what he was going to do with you, but you just decided to enjoy every second of it.

Minho took the elastics of your panties and pulled them tight leaving your sensitive and wet pussy exposed, he massaged your ass with two of his hands and you felt a soft kiss on your skin, suddenly nothing, you turned around confused and found your boyfriend trying to pull down his tight pants from his thighs, despite being a bit baggy, once he sat down they became tight on his big legs and finally free him of that denim that burdened his cock. You bit your lip internally screaming to feel his stiff penis in you; Minho pulled down his underwear releasing his throbbing sex full of energy.

“Come here” he grabbed your arm tightly, “I want to smack your cute ass a little.”

You frowned confused trying to have an explanation, “But..” you tried to say but Minho was being rough moving you.

You swallowed nervously and put your abdomen on his thighs, leaving your ass at his mercy as you felt his erection rubbing a little on your waist.

“Don't expect me to be gentle” moaned Minho, lifting your big, loose blouse a little and giving you a hard spanking and then squeezing the injured area.

You gasped in pain, and pleasure as you felt his fingers fuck your entrance all of a sudden, Minho gave you another four hard spanks with his right hand, leaving his hand branded on your ass while with his other hand he mercilessly moved his fingers in you, you were so close to cumming from the pain and pleasure that you felt a little guilty that you find something like that so fucking exciting, but that was Minho, if he didn't make you suffer a little in sex then it wasn't him, even when you made love which was supposed to be sweet and romantic, he fucked you so deep that he made you dig your nails into his back.

Minho saw your legs contract waiting for you to unload all your tension, you were about to tell him you were going to cum, but he stepped forward and stopped, pulling you by your hair with his left hand and telling you full of desire, “Come here, I'm not done yet, you can't cum until I tell you.”

He made you sit back on his lap for which you moaned for your newly hurt ass, this time turning your back to him, you moaned as you felt his hard cock press against your back, he grabbed your waist a little to lift you up and position his dick between your wet labia, making you both moan, the firmness of his manhood felt so good pressed against your soaked cunt, enveloping it perfectly that you wanted to start moving, but you were completely in submissive mode, it was obvious that you couldn't do anything because it was one of those times when your boyfriend took total control.

Minho moved your loose hair out of the way and positioned his face on the side of your neck. He was so turned on he wanted to see everything of you, he was so needy for your pussy squeezing his cock but the long wait turned him on more, more with your needy gaze and sizzling gasps.

“Take off your shirt, baby” he commanded in your ear.

You were about to bend over and take it off over your head like any normal garment but Minho stopped you, “No, no, do it button by button.”

You almost whimpered at the feel of his throbbing cock under your dripping pussy and you being able to do nothing about it; with trembling hands you tried to do it as fast as you could while Minho watched with so much amusement.

“Good girl, you're a good girl for me” Minho murmured as he saw you managed to do as he asked, “Let's get it off” he gently slid your blouse off, finally leaving you naked.

“I want you to show me…” he muttered again, taking your dominant hand and bringing it to your cunt, “How much you missed me, I want to see how you played with your pussy pretending it was me, did you do that, princess?” gasped Minho.

“Yes” you moaned as you touched his tip pressing against your pussy.

It wasn't a lie, the nights were long and boring without Minho and your only companion at times was your faithful vibrator, but nothing compared to him.

You settled your body a little, rubbing your wetness against his erection and let yourself lean on his chest as you tried to stimulate your clitoris giving him the show he wanted. Your squirts were falling on his cock, you closed your eyes letting yourself go as he squeezed your thigh and your tit. Minho was getting the best view possible, watching you squirm for him as you rubbed his swollen cock.

You gasped, your entrance was a little hard to reach in that position and more so with your boyfriend's big erect dick between your folds.

“Were you moaning my name while you were doing it alone, you dirty slut?”

“Mmm… Mi-minho” you whimpered as you continued to play with your clit and subtly rubbed yourself on his cock.

Minho was so lubed too, he moaned to feel your little movements, if you kept this up he was about to cum too. You started stimulating yourself slowly but your heart rate was getting higher and higher, speeding up your own movements in your pussy too, you were so ready to cum on your boyfriend's cock that you were frustrated that you didn't want your own fingers to be the ones satisfying you, so you thought you were going to give him what he craved so much.

“Fuck me, Minho, do it now, please” you whined in his ear.

Minho smiled to hear you begging.

“Then sit on my cock now, princess, take it and ride it well” he gasped.

Agitated, trying to get back all your senses as you incorporated feeling the incredible wetness of your pussy and let yourself fall on Minho's cock, sliding so easily and smoothly inside of you, still, you ached. You both sighed in pleasure finally as you were joined and you began to jump up and down non-stop being heard in the room the grotesque sound of your wet cunt, your ass falling hard on Minho's thighs and the gasps of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess, cum all over my cock now” Minho whispered excitedly.

Minho helped you by holding your waist and when you felt a little overwhelmed you let yourself lean on his chest still with his t-shirt on and he began to ram you hard lifting his hips, while he played with your clit. You felt him so close too, you whimpered with bated breath and fell surrendered in orgasm, sitting on his cock and thighs.

“You did it so well, princess and dinner was delicious, thank you” Minho told you agitated but sweetly, stroking your hair.

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cherryredstars · 4 days

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PLSSSS GIVE US A SECOND PART OF RIBBON

I NEED IIIIIIIIT it gave me 🦋🦋🦋

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Fingering, Makeshift "Collar", Fluffy Miguel

A/N: Enjoy, my love!!!

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Part 1

You won't even look at him.

He finds it amusing, tapping his fingers on the desk's surface between the two of you. He knows from your peripheral vision, even as you try to keep your attention on the professor, that you can see his wrist. You can see the pale pink silk contrasting against his rich skin and the black of his jacket. Your pretty pink bow. The same bow that happened to go missing once it was untied from your wrists.

The same bow that has slight discoloring at one end from where it soaked up your smooth arousal not even twenty-four hours ago.

He's wearing it like a prize, proud of what it symbolizes. It isn't just proof that he was able to slip between your pretty thighs, but proof that you own him. It marks him as your territory. Fuck if he doesn't look like a silly school boy, practically radiating from his spot besides you as he absentmindedly fidgets with the smooth material. He doesn't give a fuck about the teasing remarks he got from his friends when they had seen it, could care less about the jealous looks girls have been glaring at the bow. The only reaction he cares about is yours.

Your cheeks are flushed, big doe eyes fluttering as you avert your gaze from him. You squirm in your seat, shifting every now and then in a futile attempt to find a comfortable position that doesn't make you feel hot and stuffy under your pretty clothes. Some part of Miguel hopes all your movement is partially to blame on how sore you are between your legs, trying to distract yourself from not only his wrist, but also the aching hollowness he's left behind from the day before. He can picture it in his mind: you waking up with a cute wince as your inner thighs ached, a plump pout on your lips as you tried to find the bow from yesterday before deciding you don't have time to look for it and rushing out of the house with your hair loose. Or maybe it was a conscious decision, one made after recalling the way Miguel whined into your neck about how pretty your hair looked free and flowing around your shoulders and pillow.

He has to bite back a groan at the thought.

The class ends all too fast in his opinion as the hour and thirty minute lecture comes to a close and you begin to promptly shoot up and put your things away into your tote bag. Then he finds that the class couldn't end soon enough when you go to leave, your small hand barely wrapping around his decorated wrist as you pull him along. His tail is practically wagging as he lets you drag him out of the class, finding it amusing that despite your fast paced steps he has to walk slowly to not trample you. His heart is pounding horribly fast in his chest as you drag him around campus, his skin burning beneath the ribbon until you enter the school library and drag him to the very back.

He almost pouts when you drop his wrist, turning to him with your arms crossed over your chest. His eyes drop there quickly, admiring the way your breasts are pushed up before he looks back at your face. He's not particularly ashamed as you give him a knowing look, a smooth smirk tugging at his lips.

"That's mine."

You say it simply, stating the obvious as you point at the pink on his wrist. Miguel holds his arm up, a faux look of surprise on his face as he twists his hand around to get a good view of it.

"Huh, is it? I can see why you wear them. It looks pretty on me, don't y'think?"

His lips twitch as you let out an exaggerated sigh, your eyes rolling in annoyance. You hold your hand out expectantly, your shoes making a dull thumping noise as it taps against the carpeted flooring. Miguel simply stares at your hand, eyebrows furrowed as he slightly angles his wrist away from you. He's acting like a spoiled child, possessive over his favorite toy. Your eyes narrow, your hand dropping as you groan. You simply don't understand him, he hates you. Yet, he's clinging on to your precious bow.

"Miguel." You sigh, your hand coming up to play with your loose hair as a way to calm down. "You're giving people the wrong idea wearing my bow."

Miguel crosses his arms over his chest too, matching your stance. He straightens up, towering over you as he spreads his feet shoulder width apart.

"I think everyone is getting the right idea."

You quirk your brow shaking your head, "And what idea is that?"

Miguel's cheek flush, but his face stays the same. Serious and determined. He doesn't want to say it aloud. That's the purpose of the bow anyway: an unspoken, but obvious sign of who he belongs to. He doesn't want to make a fool of himself by saying it out loud. He's spent all this time silently pining after you, he's not ready to have it crash and burn at his feet. Especially not after he knows what it's like to have you. Not when the feel and taste of you are already implanted in his memory.

He shifts uneasily on his feet. "I think you already know."

You lean back onto the bookshelf behind you, lips puckered in a purse. Of course you already know, you just don't understand why. Surely he's only doing it for an ego boost, bragging about how he got you in his (well, technically your) bed despite the fact you dislike him. You rub at your temple, eyes closing shut as you feel an oncoming headache.

"Yeah, but you don't like me." You finally say, opening your eyes and giving him an unamused look. "Why would you want people to think we're a...thing?"

Miguel takes a step forward. Then another, and another, and another until the tips of his shoes are centimeters away from yours. He casts a shadow over you from how tall he is in comparison, blocking out the already scarce light. If you were anyone else, you would be terrified of him looming over you. But you know that he wouldn't hurt you, especially not after the way he handled you yesterday. All sweet praises and desperately soft caresses. Your mind goes a bit hazy recalling it, and you have to blink rapidly to vanish the thoughts. Even as your core grows hot.

Miguel's hand, the one with the ribbon, comes up to your face. His brows are furrowed, but they relax slightly when his fingers run through your hair, pushing a strand back behind your ear even as it comes loose and falls back into place. He's quite a moment, and it takes great effort to even your breaths to not reveal the frantic state of your heart right now. He's simply studying you, taking you in.

"Who said that?"

His words are hushed, warm as they fan over your face from how close he is. It reminds you of the voice he had used when he asked if he can take off your dress, his hands hovering on your back as he pressed kisses along your jaw. You can feel his lips ghosting your skin as the memory hits you, and a slight shiver runs up your spine.

"I- what?" You mumble out, your mind scrambling to collect itself.

"Who said I don't like you?"

He mocks the tone you used, and your mouth drops to open. An instinctive 'You did!' crawls up your throat, but it gets trapped between your vocal cords. Your brows furrow as your mind works to find a moment of proof that you're right. Trying to pick through all the teasing until you find a time where the words slipped out of his mouth. But, you can't. Your mouth snaps shut, averting your eyes to his ear as embarrassment stains your cheeks.

Miguel hums knowingly, bringing his wrists between the two of you. You both look down as his hand comes up to pull at the ends of the bow. The silk dents under the weight of his thumb and pointer finger as he tugs softly at it, watching as it unravels. You gulp, suddenly feeling nervous as Miguel looks at you, your eyes meeting his. You flinch in surprise when his thumb presses on our chin, slowly guiding your head up so he can see your face properly. It leaves your neck entirely exposed, and you tense when the soft silk brushes the nape of your neck. Miguel's eyes drop to look at what he's doing, hands slow and careful as he starts tying the bow. His fingers move skillfully as he crosses the two lengths together, flipping one over the other and forming two loops. He tugs until it's snug against your supple neck. It's loose enough that it doesn't choke you as you move your head, only applying enough pressure to let you know that it's there. It blends perfectly into your outfit, like it was always there.

He follows the length of one of the ends down, brushes over your clothed breast slightly before his hand skims your thigh. It makes you jolt, both of your hands grabbing at his shoulders in surprise. Your eyes shoot down, blushing at the obvious bulge in his pants, but your eyes trace the movements of his fingers. The rough pads float over your skin, dipping occasionally into your inner thighs before returning to the apex. You can't help but squirm, hands tightening on his shoulders and your thighs flex.

Miguel's eyes are hazy and half-lidded as he watches you. His fingers gain more and more confidence as he watches you become putty, slipping under your skirt until his pinkie skims the edge of your panties. It causes a little gasp to part from your lips, doe eyes wide as you look up to him. He can feel a hunger burning in his gut, driving him to cup is hand completely over your clothed cunt.

"Miguel!" You hiss, bucking into his hand. "W-what are you-?"

He coos down at you, shushing you lightly as he leans down. His forehead meets your shoulder, resting there despite the weird angle that already is causing an ache between his shoulder blades. Your hands slide into his hair, your eyes looking to the ceiling when he grinds the palm of his hand into your clit. A wave of deja vu washes over you as his lips plant small kisses to your skin, inaudible mumbles breathed against your skin as he huffs at your scent.

"Just wanna make y'feel good." You barely make out. "Show you how much I like ya."

You have to bite your lip to prevent a lewd sound from escaping when his fingers move your panties to the side, stroking up your soaked slit. Your hands tighten in Miguel's hair, pushing his face closer to your neck. A full-body shiver runs up your spine when his tongue licks at the skin just above the ribbon, dampening the edges of it and leaving a shiny line on your skin. You swear your knees are on the verge of buckling when he repeats the action, switching between licks and suckling around the pink silk. His fingers toy with your slick, gathering it on the tips of his fingers and massaging it along your clit before dipping them inside of your again.

Miguel eats up every single quiet noise you let out, mind echoing with the soft squelch of your cunt and the shaky moans you produce. He has to flex his thighs to physically prevent his knees from bending so he can hump your leg like a damn dog, his cock aching to swap places with his fingers. But he knows you wouldn't want to risk anyone finding the two of you in such a compromising position, and he isn't very keen with he idea of anyone but him seeing how pretty you look when waves of pleasure hit you. So instead, he focuses all the pent up need into curling his fingers into you. The soft sound of his palm hitting against your mound drives him nuts, feeling your slick drip from his fingers until it's practically pooling in his hand. He makes sure his fingers find and press into that one gummy spot that was you gasping, your legs shakily trying to close from how good it feels.

Miguel's eyes roll back as you let out a shaky whimper of his name, your legs locking as your body shakes. He can feel the way your walls clench around his fingers, squeezing them tight as he come undone. Miguel practically whines into your neck, his jaw unhinging until his teeth sink into your neck. He pulls away when your body goes slack, indents marking above and below the silk. His hand is sticky as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you, the dim light reflecting on the glossy liquid. Your cheeks are beautifully flushed, hot pants leaving your parted lips. Miguel can't help but slip his two creamy fingers past your glossy lips, eyes hypnotized as you lazy suck at them with no complaints. Miguel has to pull them out fast, feeling his cock twitch dangerous in his pants. He shuts himself off from a groan by stuffing the fingers in his mouth instead, licking up the remaining slick and your saliva. It's heavenly, and he's not a bit embarrassed when he licks up his palm too.

You hum at the sight, a soft smile playing on your lips as you slouch forward, taking your turn by leaning on his shoulder. Miguel's clean hand cradles the back of your head, his lips pressing into your hair as you float down into the present. You sigh tiredly as you gently push away, Miguel's arms quickly wrapping around your waist so you don't go too far.

You definitely don't mind being wrapped up, not if it's by him.

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ilovebuckers5 · 3 months

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⁺˚⋆｡°✩needy✩°｡⋆˚⁺

kate martin x fem!reader

themes :

-fluff (if you squint your eyes)

-smut☺️

warnings :

-sexual content

-18+

it was the night that kate and her team would come back from the away game they had two days ago. me and kate weren't always in touch 24/7 while she was away which was actual hell for the both of us. we would only call once or twice a day and could only text a little bit throughout the trip. i spent most of my time taking care of our dog, macy. going on walks more than usual, going to dog parks things like that. since i didn't have my human version of a golden retriever i spent most of my time with our border collie.

every time i got a call from kate i would drop everything to answer. i would jump into my bed and kick my feet while she rambled on about how good she did and i of course would praise her since i watch all the games on tv. words can't even describe how much i need to hear her voice.

this away game was to indiana and kate claimed that there weren't many views she found enticing but she still sent me as many sky pictures as she could. she always try's to share wherever she's going with me. she's caring like that.

i got a call from kate this morning saying that she's finishing her packing. she even facetimed so that she could show me how organized her suitcase was. (it was not organized at all.) we called all the way until she had to get back on the road to get to the airport. the second she got in the car i heard taylor swift playing from the car speakers. enchanted to be specific.

"is that my favorite?" i squeal as i here the beginning of my favorite song ever.

"i forced them to play it baby" kate whispered back into her phone. "alright hun we are headed to the airport now i'll text you once i'm on the plane. i love you"

"i love you too" the words leave my mouth while an immediate feeling of loneliness lingered on my tongue. i hung up the phone and rolled over to see macy sitting next to me with her tongue out. she quickly got riled up as i poked at her floppy tongue.

we played around the apartment for a little while before i sat down to catch my breath. the amount of times i picked up my phone to check if kate texted or called was uncountable. i set my phone down after seeing that she hadn't reached out yet.

my eyes began to get heavier and as i was about to fall asleep i heard macy whining from across the apartment. without hesitation, i stood up and rushed over to where macy was which happened to be in me and kate's room. there my dog was rummaging through a small pile of kate's sweatshirts. i crouched down to the floor to pick up one of the jackets. i remembered that before kate left she asked me to wash this exact pile so thank you macy for reminding me.

after washing the sweatshirts i couldn't help but slip on one of them. it was my favorite after all. a tan-ish fleece sweater that felt perfect around my body. once the laundry was done i took the sweater and began hanging the others up in kate's closet.

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a couple hours had passed and kate already sent me a couple texts letting me know where she was and how she's doing. i was still in the sweater, cuddled up on the couch watching friends with macys head under my elbow. it honestly seemed like macy was more interested in the show than i was. i couldn't get kate out of my head. everytime my phone vibrated i would jump up to grab it off of my charger and see if my girlfriend texted me.

most away games are somewhat like this but this one felt different. as if the girls were out of state for more than a couple days. this felt like weeks without my girl. and let's just say that my attachment issues have gotten worse and worse everytime kate left.

after a couple more episodes of friends i finally got a text from kate saying that she was getting off the plane in 1 hour then it would be a 2 hour drive. that meant that it was time to make dinner. before kate even left i decided on making lobster bisque for the first time. it just felt right.

before i started cooking i obviously had to play music so i turned my cooking playlist which is literally just taylor swift songs but who cares. i threw on a pale yellow apron and began to get my ingredients out.

the actual time it took to cook the meal was only around a hour but i had to run to the store to get heavy cream. along with the bisque i made some asparagus and prepared a couple drinks.

by the time i finsihed setting everything up on our table, i got the text from kate saying she was only 15 minutes away. for finishing touches i lit a candle and put on noah kahan to play in the backround.

just before kate pulled into the drive way i rushed to my room and switched into some light blue lingerie. i put my shorts on along with that same tan sweater. i came out of the room just in time to catch kate as she walked in.

the first thing i saw when my girlfriend walked through the door was the largest smile ever. my body immediately latched onto kate's chest wrapping my legs around her hips and wrapping my arms around her back. the sound of her laughter in real life was like the biggest breath of fresh air going through my lungs.

i dug my nose into the crook between her neck and shoulder. her chin rested on my back and i felt her laughs run down my spine sending even more serotonin through my veins.

"i missed you so much" my voice was muffled under her skin but by her squeezing me tighter i knew she still heard me.

"i did too princess" kate's hands moved down to under my thighs to lift me off of her.

i flailed my hand to the right to show her the dinner i had set up for us. her hands went over her mouth to cover her absolute awe. she giggled against her palm and pulled me into another hug placing a sloppy kiss on my lips.

"you did this for me?" she said as she made her way to the dining table. i nodded back eagerly while swaying my hips back and forth.

there were so many things we talked about during dinner it's hard to list it all. half of the conversations were me telling her how good she did during her game and that i was thinking about her the entire time she was gone. i noticed her beginning to blush when the lace bra strap peeked through her own sweater.

"i just noticed are you....wearing my sweater?" laughed followed out of her mouth after she swallowed a spoonful of the food.

"yes. yes i am" i said confidently while holding my chin in the air.

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after dinner was finished we decided to go back to our room to watch a movie. we decided on watching my favorite, lady bird. once the movie started playing i could feel kates hand wandering up my shorts closer and closer to my panties. before anything else happened she lifted my leg on top of hers and left it to rest there for almost halfway through the movie.

throughout the movie i could still feel her fingers teasing with the hem of my (her) sweater and pulling at the drawstring of my shorts. small whines left my mouth everytime i felt her warm hands against my bare skin. a soft shudder left my mouth when her hand finally wrapped around the back of my hips, pulling me ontop of her lap. the movie was out of the picture now.

kate leaned against the headboard as i straddled her hips. her hands had a strong grip on my waist once i found a good position to sit in. without speaking i inched my lips closer towards kate's and gently pressed a few kisses against her lips.

the kiss began to deepen as kate's hands moved between my ass and thighs. i felt her fingernails dig into my soft skin causing me to gasp against her mouth. she slowly shoved her tongue through my lips and intertwined it with my own tongue.

as the kiss got sloppier i began to grind my hips against kate's jeans. the rough material peeked through my thin shorts just enough to send soft moans up my throat. kate's grip on my waist for tighter ad she moved me at a faster pace against her.

i moved my lips down to her jawline, taking my time to kiss every inch of her. my lips left a trail of saliva as i made my way down to the collar of her jacket.

"take this off for me baby" i whispered to kate, letting my lips graze over her ear.

without hesitation she tore her jacket off along with the tank top underneath, leaving her in a just a black nika sports bra and her jeans.

i continued kissing down to her chest, leaving dark marks across her collarbones and neck. kate let out a whine once i began to suck on the sweet spot at her chest.

"baby please...." kate groaned out.

her voice became louder as i made my way down to her abs still making sure to leave kisses in as many places as i could.

once i reached her belt i didn't wait any longer. i couldn't. i unbuckled her belt while kissing around her hips. kate lifted her hips up enough for me to slide her jeans off and toss them to the floor. i pushed myself back up to her lips, placing kisses on and around her lips as i slowly took of her boxers. one last kiss was pressed against her lips before i moved back down to her thighs.

i got a grip on her lower thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that she was sitting up. just to tease her, i left a trail of kisses all the way from her knees to her bare pussy.

as i got closer i used one of my hands to gently spread her legs enough for me to fit my mouth against her cunt. i slowly circled my tongue around her clit, taking my time just how kate likes.

her hands quickly were tangled in my hair as i sped up my pace. my lips molded around kate's clit, sucking in all of her. eventually i felt kates hips buck against my face making a smirk grow on my lips.

"fuck" she tried to stay quiet but covering her mouth with her hand or a pillow.

my tongue lapped through her folds quickly causing kate to let out groans that couldn't be muffled. i continued sucking around her pussy until her thighs were wrapped around my ears making it harder to hear her beautiful voice. i didn't mind though.

"fuck right there" i heard her moan out.

kate's heels slightly lifted up off of the floor once i forced my tongue deeper in her. i finally curled my tongue in just the right place to make her cum on my lips. her thighs loosened their grip revealing her screaming my name.

i pulled my mouth off of her cunt and moved back up her lips. kate's hands were still entangled in my hair but eventually moved back to my hips. i crawled ontop of kate's lap back into a straddling position. our lips continued to melt together while i gently began grinding down on her hips again. she pulled away for a second to push her self back against the headboard again.

once we were back at our first position, kate wrapped her hand around my back scooting my closet to her chest. i felt her fingers fiddling with the sweater that i had on. without saying a word i took of the sweater revealing the light blue bra i had put on for her before she got here.

her hands immediately gravitated to my tits massaging them in a circular motion through the lace. she surprisingly did not ask to take my bra off so she began to move her hands closer to my thighs that were still covered in a pair of shorts.

"may i?" kate teased at the edge of my shorts.

i nodded enough for her to slip off my shorts and throw them in a pile across the room. now that i was left in only my matching bra and panties kate placed her hand right against my clothed pussy. she used three of her fingers to apply pressure against my entire cunt.

a loud whine left my mouth followed by strings of curse words. kate took this as a sign to slip off my soaked panties and toss them away from us.

"my turn then right?" kate cocked her head to the side right before dipping two fingers in my sopping wet entrance. her fingers began pumping in and out at a slower pace. it just wasn't enough for me. i started to move my hips enough to ride her fingers sending an electric feeling through my skin.

my head tilted back at kate hit my g spot. a couple tears began to fall down my face now that kate started speeding up her fingers. she slowly inserted a third finger causing my back to arch.

i tried my best to not look into kate's eyes knowing that she was probably smirking at how much noise i was making.

soon enough kate drove her fingers deep enough to make me cum for the first time. i road out my orgasm and began to work at my next one. i looked into kate's eyes for a split second triggering her to press her lips against mine. since her hands were busy fucking me and holding moving my hips at a steady pace, i moved my hands up to her jawline twisting her head to fit her nose right next to mine. like a puzzle piece.

fuck i missed this.

#kate martin #lesbian #wlw #smut #basketball #vacation #iowa wbb #iowa #iowa hawkeyes #indiana

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nhularin · 9 months

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✉ -> invitation! ENHYPEN SOUR PROM

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CONTENT ! a collection of enhypen drabbles based on Olivia Rodrigo's sour album!

PAIRING ? enhypen x reader

!! GENRE angst (hurt no comfort), fluff-ish, ex non idol! AU, childhood friends to lovers to strangers, early 2000s AU

꩜ WARNINGS ! infidelity, insecurities, toxic enha, tba

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ XTRA slow updates, english is not my first language so i apologize for grammar mistakes

₊ ⊹ A/N dont get fooled by the synopses, im pretty bad at writing summaries, they will be rewritten most likely once i published the first installment of the series!

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DEJA VU !! so when you gonna tell her, that we did that too?

nothing hurts more than seeing lee heeseung doing the stuff you both used to do with another girl. Watching him wrap his jacket around her, playing the same song you both liked around her. everything, from the way he touches her, gives her gifts, was a carbon copy of your relationship. does he get deja vu when he’s with her?

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1 STEP FORWARD 3 STEPS BACK will you walk me to my door or send me home crying?

if you had to describe your boyfriend park jongsaeng in one word, it'd be unpredictable. he was a gentleman, absolutely selfless when it came to his loved ones. somehow you seem to be the only exception. you didn't understand then, and you sure as hell don't understand now.

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DRIVERS LICENSE cause how could i ever love someone else?

everyone has warned you about the infamous playboy sim jaeyun, but you didnt pay attention to them. being childhood friends, you knew everything about each other. your flaws, insecurities, and aspirations, you thought that everything was perfect till it wasn't.

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ENOUGH FOR YOU dont you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded?

you tried everything, you really did. as the school's hottest student, park sunghoon was in constant spotlight, might it be with classmates or being the light of the party. and for that, you did your best at making your presence worthy in his life. but deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with the girls who seemed much better than you, people who are enough for him

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FAVORITE CRIME But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

kim sunoo was the personification of sunlight . everyone knew that! so when your friend introduced you to him you were naturally drawn to his open and kind nature. life seemed to be on your side but all the time and sacrifices towards him, all for nothing.

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HAPPIER does she mean you forgot about me?

being the school president's girlfriend wasnt easy and hell, if you could go back in time you wouldn't have even bothered associating yourself with the club. you two were the dream couple of east high, always being the talk of the school. but when you broke up, pictures of yang jungwon and the new girl started circulating around school. you should be happy for him, right?

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GOOD 4 U maybe you never cared at all?

nishimura riki is an egoistical asshole. thats the first thing ringing in your head when you wake up. being from rivaling dance groups, you thought that being in a relationship with the ace was your version of romeo and juliette, minus the tragedy part. but god, how wrong you were

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coconutdays · 2 years

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Cry Baby

Eren Jeager x reader one shot

Synopsis: The hot guy who looks like a picture perfect bad boy keeps popping up at every party you go to and you don't know what to do when he asks for your number like the idiot you are

Warnings: Some suggestive material, mostly fluff

Word count: 2.5k!

Loosely based on this song

There's this guy you keep seeing at every party you go to and that's saying something since you don't go out too often, but then again you guys probably have the same cirlcle of friends.

He's hot though and you can never leave these parties without having made eye contact with him at least once due to his hard stares.

Sometimes he even plays the guitar at these parties and he's caught you staring at him when he gets into a certain chorus more than once.

He has a strong presence, his friends are always yelling his name, more so his last name, and he just seems confident in himself because he dresses like a slut.

Yea, a slut.

The first time you saw him, he was wearing these tight denim jeans, a white wife beater, and a black leather jacket. It wouldn't have been so hot if he didn't a wear a ring on almost every finger of his and have his hair up in a messy bun that let stray pieces of his chocolate colored hair frame his annoyingly hot face.

You couldn't forget about the necklace too.

That stupid key that dangled from his neck never failed to make you stare at his chest, which oh so temptingly rose and fell everytime he let out a laugh with his friends.

Right now though, he was wearing a these loose fitting faded green pants and a regular black tshirt that didn't seem so regular when his arms were begging to break free from the short sleeves.

It gave you a perfect view of all the tattoos littering his arms even if you had always wanted to see what was hiding on his chest considering the small blot of ink that always peeked out whenever he wore wife beaters.

No.

You were here to hang out with your friends and he looks like he breaks hearts for fun. Besides, you should enjoy the music more. Whoever had the aux cord at these parties always played the best music and your favorite song never failed to make an appearance, which just so happened to be now.

"Staring at Eren again?" Your best friend giggled.

"I like eye candy." You responded before shaking your head, "He'd break my heart though so I won't bother to look anymore."

Your friend hummed in response before her eyes widened for a bit the moment she got a glimpse behind you.

"Good luck y/n"

"What." You leaned forward to catch her words again.

Did she just wish me good luck? Why?

A shadow from behind you that made the gold in your bracelet gleam less caught your attention and made you turn around.

"Hey"

Eren stood there before you, his hands in his pockets, his posture as tall as ever as he kept your eyes locked with his.

You did not want to be played with tonight and although you found his heart breaker appearance hot as hell, you wouldn't risk your your own for it.

You looked at him like a mother looks at her child when they've interrupted her conversation and smiled, "Hi."

It had the same tone structure as a 'can I help you?'

He caught on to your slight guard, but chose to still speak to you.

"I'm Eren."

"I've heard."

He held back a small laugh. He didn't want you to think he was being a jerk.

"And I've heard yours is y/n."

"Is that the only thing you've heard?"

"I asked someone a couple parties ago," He admitted, a toothy smile splitting his mouth apart dashingly, especially due to his sharp canines, "but only managed to get your name."

"Glad they gave you the right answer." You politely nodded, not wanting to seem a total bitch.

Eren huffed at your facade a little, shaking his head because of how cute he thought it was when you were literally oogling at him moments ago.

"Listen y/n."

"I'm listening Eren."

There you went with that mother-like tone again. It crossed his mind how much he wanted to fuck that attitude out of you, but he'd save that for another time.

He had to win you over first if he'd ever to get to do that.

He chuckled, "I think you're pretty and I'm trying to get your number so I can take you out on a date."

"If that's fine with you." He added politely, confidence never wavering which was annoying.

His confidence annoyed you because it wasn't cocky. His confidence was simply him being comfortable with himself, and damn him because it made him harder to resist.

You really wanted to give him your number...

At this point it was obvious to the both of you that you were looking for an excuse to say no. You didn't even try to hide it anymore with that childish squint of your eyes at him and it made him laugh.

You let out a sigh of defeat and to Eren that could only mean one thing-

"You hear this song?" You pointed at the ceiling

Eren cocked his head to the side in confusion, "Yes?"

"If you learn this entire song on the guitar I'll give you my number."

Your cheeks were kinda puffed in self assurance, you thought you had given him an almost impossible challenge, which may seem like it to you but he wouldn't let you know that. It was cute.

"You want me to learn Cry Baby by The Neighbourhood, y/n."

You nodded like a smartass at his clarification and his knees almost buckled at how so adorable you were that he could just eat you up.

In approval, Eren raised up his hands as he nodded too.

"Fine. Just be ready to give me your number at the next party."

You gave him that kidish doubtful look of yours again before agreeing, "Okay, Eren."

As he shook his head with a smirk on his face, Eren turned around and went walking back to his friends just as you turned to look back at your best friend.

She was giving you a look of 'really?'

It was a tell tale sign she was about to bully you.

"y/n he's going to do it."

She leaned over to smack your arm, "You should have just given him your number dumbass."

You pouted as you soothed your arm, "Hey! I just wanna see some effort! Besides I think he'll forget and that's gonna say enough."

She rolled her eyes at you, "He literally stares at you every single time we see him. He won't forget."

Like a child, you crossed your arms over each other and let out a huff, "We'll see then."

You didn't see Eren again that night and like a fool you ignored the fact that it bummed you out. It wasn't necessary to stare at his neck whenever he threw his head back to laugh or watch the way his arms strained whenever he tried to put his hair up.

At least that's what you told yourself.

The new week came and passed by until the streets lit up again in the vodka, music, and lust of the weekend and you hadn't really thought about Eren. You remembered his promise to you when you were just about finished with your makeup and smacked your lips together while observing the application of your lipgloss.

He probably forgot about his promise the day after.

Nonetheless, you put your pretty heels on and walked right into that party with your best friend and this time you weren't going to lie to yourself when you looked around the room for that pretty brunette.

You couldn't find him.

Whatever, less heart break for you.

You dragged your best friend to the rest of your friends that would also attend the party. There was some commotion in the groupchat about somebody's girlfriend finding out their ex was talking to their mom's friend and the information was too juicy to let go of.

"And then my mom sent me a screenshot of this guy in her friend's comments talking about some-"

The conversation went in through one ear and out the other when that song started playing a little too finely through the party stereos.

Yeah, that song.

Your ears perked up and the electric guitar sounded too crisp to just be coming from the aux cord of a spotify playlist.

You looked around the room, following a particularly long wire that was connected to the stereo. You looked past plenty of heels, feet, and random shoes until you saw a pretty black guitar at the hands of him.

Eren.

He was completely invested in the guitar on his lap, fingers picking and choosing what strings to play and you were glad because you wouldn't be able to handle eye contact with him right now if he looked up.

"Told you." Your best friend giggled into your ear as she flicked your forehead gently.

Whenever Eren played the guitar, it was normal for a little bit of people to gather to look. It wasn't new for a guy to play the guitar at parties, especially him, but it was still interesting to see.

Your best friend lifted you up by grabbing your hand

"Gotta live up to your promise." She sang to you teasingly as she took you near him.

You whined, "Can we at least sit, I don't wanna stand there like a weirdo."

She shook her head, "Fine, but we'll sit where he can see you."

You nodded in dramatic defeat before she added, "And you better be ready to give him your number."

"Yes ma'am."

In all honesty, you were too shocked that he actually learned the song to let the giddy feelings register in your stomach on time, so you resorted to being whiny about it.

Except,

it registered when you sat down and he was already looking at you.

The rest of the four minutes that passed by were painful, they were comprised of the knowing looks Eren sent your way, you shuffling in your seat, and the actual part of you that was trying to enjoy the way he was playing the guitar for you.

They were painful but they passed by pretty fast, a little too fast in your scared and flustered opinion.

You watched Eren hand his electric guitar over to an eager friend who was probably gonna take a chance to play a song on it and saw this quick opportunity to voice your sheepishness to your friend.

"I think-"

Your best friend was no where in sight. She wasn't even sitting next to you anymore.

When did she leave you here?

You were going to kick her-

"My number?"

A fearful gulp made its way down your throat as you looked up at the handsome figure before you.

Eren cheekily had his phone out in your direction, his screen already lit in the light of his keypad.

You took the phone from him rather roughly in your opinion and bit back your smile as you typed those ten numbers on his phone and added your name to its contact.

Eren did not in fact think you took the phone from him roughly and would have compared the sight to a baby taking back its candy, but he feared telling you would ruffle your feathers. And he says ruffle your feathers cause you remind him of a sparrow, tiny but always mad for no reason.

And he loved it.

He sat down next to you when you finished typing your name and held out his phone for him to take back, which he did.

"Someone's surprised I learned a song for her." He sang, just as teasingly as your best friend did to you just moments ago.

Chills ran up your spine at the blatant mention of him doing something for you.

"So what if I am." You huffed a little, unaware of the way you turned your body to face him.

But Eren was quite aware, so he did it too.

"I'll learn more if you want me to." He offered, his hand painfully close to yours.

You turned your face away from him bashfully to hide the effect he had on you which only made it worse because he took it as an opportunity to close the distance between your faces a little more.

"How does that sound hm pretty girl?"

His breath was hot on your skin, even reaching your neck.

Mustering the courage, you turned back to look at him, even though any movement could cause you to kiss him due to the close to nonexistent distance between the two of you.

"It sounds nice." You peeped quietly

Eren's eyes were glazed as he observed you, he wouldn't even be surprised if somebody said he had stars in his eyes.

"Not so bratty now huh." He laughed warmly in tenderness at your state before him now.

Unable to stand his stare on you again, you looked down at both of your hands, fingertips touching.

You danced your fingers around over his hand, feeling the contrast of his cool rings against the warmth of his fingers before you set your hand on top of his.

"I'm giving you a million more songs to learn by the way." You murmured.

Eren shifted so he could have his face in front of yours again and there again came the intensity of his lips oh so close to yours and the unavoidable glimpses towards each other's mouths the both of you would give.

"I'll learn one for every date you let me take you on." He breathed in assurance

Your brain was foggy at how alluring he was

"I like the way you play the guitar." You admitted

And Eren's pants tightened at the way your eyes fluttered up at him when you said that.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You nodded, unaware yet again of the way you were pushing yourself onto him leaving Eren to yet again restrain himself from pouncing on you and scaring you away.

"Stop teasing me." He murmured, eyes on your lips.

"I'm not teasing you." You whined a little, doing that innocent thing with your eyes again and Eren pleaded with himself for more restraint.

"Fuck."He let out

You gave into the tension and started by giving his lips a soft peck to test the waters. That peck let Eren put his other hand on the back of your neck and it let you go back in again for another peck, except he kept you in place to actually kiss you.

His warmth completely melted into you as he needily moved his mouth across yours and left you growing more and more needy for him.

If it wasn't for everyone near the both of you, he would have continued, but your sake and his, he agonizingly let go of you.

"I think your friend is waiting for you." He swallowed on nothing, a bright red painting his cheeks.

And as you let your best friend take you away with a pout on your face, he checked his phone to make sure you left your number in there.

And you did.

y/n

#eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren fluff #aot #eren x fem!reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x reader #shingeki no kyoujin eren #snk #eren jeager fluff #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager fluff #eren jeager x you

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cowboybarzy · 11 months

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hi! let’s do it, right this time!! could i request a trip to paris with cale makar where he’s going to propose but you don’t know it yet for your travel around the world summer requests!! thank you!

yes this is absolutely cute!! tysm; also can you tell I watched friends before writing this lol

come along the world trip

📍paris, france with cale makar

"That was a great diner," you said as you stepped out of the small Parisian restaurant holding your boyfriends hand. He agreed, having ordered another appetizer during his actual meal because he couldn't get enough, you weren't surprised. The restaurant he chose served divine food and the atmosphere was very romantic. "I'm still in the mood for Crêpes, though. You?"

"Sure, I could eat one." He would never not want any more food. You looked up a place to go and remembered a place from your research before the trip that came highly recommended.

"No, not that one. It's not near the Eiffel Tower," Cale disagreed.

"So?"

"I want to see it light up."

"We can do that tomorrow. Or afterwards."

"No, I want to do it now. Come on, they're just as good over there," he continued to argue, but it didn't make much sense to you. "Come on."

With a sigh, you gave in and followed him in the opposite direction. You were really confused by his behavior, he never insisted like that without giving a legitimate reason and usually he gave into whatever you wanted. But now that you thought about it, he had been acting weird this entire trip, especially today. He was extremely jumpy and lost in his thoughts.

The streets of Paris were extremely busy and loud, but you loved that. While not every street was beautiful and you were definitely aware of your surroundings, you loved the of building and all of the different kinds of people living their best lives here. But with the sun long gone and the wind that had picked up a bit, you were getting a bit chilly on your walk so you asked for his blazer.

"Of course." He stopped to take it off, but then suddenly paused and then put it back on. "Actually, uh, no. Sorry."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Well, uh," he looked for his words, coughing a couple times. "Then I'd be cold."

"Oh-kay." You kept walking, a bit disturbed by the experience. He always offered his jacket and would rather freeze to death than let you be a bit chilly. "You're being weird."

He chuckled and draped his arm over your shoulder, his hand still in yours. "Yeah, well, that's me." He kissed the side of your head, then changed the subject to distract you from that awkward interaction.

"Une crêpes au Nutella, s'il vous plaît," you ordered a while later at a little food truck near the Eiffel Tower. "Et une au Nutella et bananes."

You paid the man and watched him make the two crêpes. Cale grinned, "that was hot."

"Merci."

Once your crêpes were ready, you found a spot on a bridge with a perfect view of the tower to eat them. You saw it sparkle a few times and shamelessly leaned into the tourists in you and took some sweet pictures. In the last while, you could tell he had relaxed a bit, but now he got fidgety again.

"Love," he looked around nervously, while grabbing your hand. He cleared his throat one too many times before you gave him a concerned look, but the mood changed suddenly when his hand reached into jacket pocket and pulled out a small black box. Out of the corner of your eye the Eiffel Tower started sparkling again and a lightbulb went off in your head. He was about to propose.

Time slowed down as Cale lowered to one knee. Your breath got caught in your throat. Your pulse started racing. And your eyes flooded with tears. "Cale-" It was barely a whisper. He cleared his throat one more time, then smiled looking up at you.

"(Y/n), I have loved you for a long time now. Probably longer than I should admit, because the first thing I thought when I first saw you was 'I want to marry her one day'. Well, now I'm hoping to make that a reality. You are my favorite person in this world and you're making me a happier and better man every day. Even with my crazy schedule, when we're miles apart or right here next to each other, I always feel close to you. You're the only person I want to come home to, wake up to, and kiss goodnight. I love you more than words could ever describe. And with this ring," Cale opened the little box, revealing a beautiful ring. "I will promise to love you forever and ask you to spend the rest of your lives together. (Y/n), will you marry me?"

"Cale—", a small sob left you. Your entire body was screaming the word 'yes', even before he asked the question, but all you could do was whisper it over and over again. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

He managed to slide the ring on your finger before you threw yourself at him, slinging your arms around his neck. "Yeah?"

You nodded vigorously. "Yes. Always."

His dimples appeared, deeper than ever, and even in the dark you could see his blue eyes sparkle with joy. He finally kissed you, his soft lips exploring yours with newfound passion.

"That's why you were acting so weird," you realized when you pulled away after a moment.

"Guilty. I just wanted to do it in front of the lit up tower and couldn't wait another day." You kissed his grin, too sweet not to. "Oh, if you're still cold you can have my jacket now."

You threw your head back with a small laugh. "I'm good. I'm all warm and fuzzy now. I love you."

"Love you more, honey."

#cale makar #travel with me summer 23 #cale makar blurb #cale makar imagine #cale makar fic #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fics #colorado avalanche #hockey fics

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Hey love! 💓

I’m hoping for your soulmate prompt you can do 1 and 7 with Druig? 👀

💕🙏

A/N - PERFECT! I like this for Druig, thanks for requesting it my friend!

Technicolor

Summary - You always thought you were going to be alone for all your life with visions of gray. But all it took was one fleeting moment to give you color

Warnings - Just some cuteness in this one :)

Grey was the worst color. You hated it.

All you life you saw gray and different shades of gray. It was meant to be that way, according to your mom and dad when you were younger and trying to understand why you couldn't see color. You were sat down as a child, sitting in front of your parents when they finally told you the reason.

"You're meant to have a soulmate,"

You had no idea what that meant when you were little, all you knew was that you were only seeing gray when the rest of your friends and family can see color. You were rare, only a 4th of the human population had Soulmates and only saw grey until they met their soulmates. You didn't understand why you would be one of the lucky few to have to deal with thus, and although the rest of your family saw it as a blessing and a gift, you never understood it too well when you were a child. It was when you got older that you felt a closed heart come over you about the thought of someone being your soulmate.

Maybe you were jealous that others were finding their soulmates and were happy with the joy of seeing color, maybe you were just sick of being alone. There were many reasons for your heart to see too tough in your teenage years and into your adult life.

You’ve read blogs from others who never met their soulmates, those who died with broken heart because they never got a chance in seeing color and meeting the love of their life. Inwardly, it was killing you because you were then assuming it was going to be you. Were you going to grow old with only seeing gray, with only a part of your heart feeling loved and full?

Were you ever going to have someone love you?

One afternoon on a rainy day, you were walking out of the coffee shop and heading over to you friend Seri’s house since she was having a few friends over for dinner. She wanted to throw a house warming party with her new husband Dane, another good friend of yours and they both were soulmates. Sersi gave you comfort and moments of hope when you would vent to her every once in awhile, telling you not tog I’ve up on the concept of getting your soulmate.

“Whoever it is, they will be beyond lucky to have you in their life! You wait and see, let it happen naturally,”

Naturally, such a Sersi thing to say.

You threw on your jacket to tuck it more around you to keep the cold away from your skin. Your eyes were scanning the area, the darker grey cars rolling by and the grey street below it, the light grey building high above you with the rolling grey skies that were dumping out the rain. You let your mind wander, trying to picture what it was like to see the colors there right in front of you. Your did this from time to time, imagining the green trees from the forest near the highway where you drove to ad from work, the red velvet cake that was brought in for a work birthday for one of your favorite co workers, and the orange rays of the sun coming through your morning the first thing in the morning. It ached your heart, yearning to see the colors you only dreamt and learned about in school.

If only you were paying attention to the ongoing traffic you were walking into.

It happened so quick, your foot being on the street of the crosswalk and another car driving past a stop sign. You heard the car coming and you looked, instantly knowing that you had no way of getting out of the way in time. Yet there was a hand, grabbing the back of your jacket and roughly yanking you back before the car could touch your boot that was out in front of you. You screamed out, the tire screeching as the sound of cars cashing was heard as you fell backwards on the sidewalk.

So close to dying, yet someone saved you.

You banged your head, yelping from the pain as another being was perched over you. Your eyes were slammed from the pain that was blossoming on the back of your head. People were rushing over to the scene of the car crash, you could hear them rushing over and sounding like they were in a panic.

“What happened to her? Is she okay?!”

“She’s fine, I think,” The voice above you was a soothing voice, an Irish accent for certain but a rumble in the tremor of his voice. It was almost like a voice you’ve heard before, or you thought you heard before. A tentative touch was along your neck, near your jawline and the back of your head and you sighed almost in a tingling sensation there where the hand was against your skin. It wasn’t painful, but more like a dull ache that you’ve never experienced before.

“Hey, hey you okay?” You heard above you, the tingling from his fingers along your skin was long gone as you slowly opened your eyes. Once your eyes were adjusted to the light, you saw a face right in front of you. A young man, maybe your age or maybe a but older, was perched over you on his knees and looked rather concerned as he was staring at your intently. HIs angular face and cheekbones, his distinguished nose and the brightness of his eyes entranced you. He was not like anyone you’ve ever seen before.

But then….then you saw it in his eyes first.

Grey morphing into another color, bright and pristine in his eyes as you gasped out in but shock and revelation. Blue, the most beautiful blue you have ever seen. Then his hair was turning dark brown, almost like chocolate and the deep rooted soils from your old childhood garden. The his skin was a softer pale with a pink tint of his cheeks, He was in color…..he was all in color.

He was your soulmate.

You shot up a bit too quickly, he moved out of the way to not knock your head as you were looking around him in shock and with some tears in your eyes. The red and Green car that were in a collision not to far away, the ambulance with blinking red and blue lights driving down the street to the scene, the yellow lines on the road and in the little child’s shoes and he watched the car wreck with his mother in her right blue raincoat. Color was now everywhere around you, and that wave of relief and joy was seeping through you in such a way it freshened you. You were grinning, even with a massive headache forming and covered in wet from the rain, you looked like a mad woman.

All from meeting your soulmate.

You looked back at him, seeing him give you the same look of shock you were giving him. It felt like a sick dream, seeing this man kneeling next to you and saving your life in more ways than one. He smiled, making your heart burst in a thousand pieces. All that talk about love, falling in love instantly with your soulmate from a first glance, you never thought you would experience it yourself. But now you were, and it both scared you and made you happy. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing too, reaching out to take your hand in his. Your fingers laced, and you felt like the last piece of this puzzle you were trying to solve was finally clicked in place.

“Hi,” he breathed, “I’m…I’m Druig,”

“Hi,” You replied, back, seeing him grin so wide as you gulped, “It’s…it’s nice to meet you finally,”

“It’s nice to finally meet you too,”

1 Year Later

The shower to your joined room awoke you first, then the new rays of light coming in from the curtain drapes in your bedroom. You stretched out your back, feeling a few pops here and there along your spine and curling into yourself under the sheets to stay warm. Although you were no early riser, you did like to wake up a pinch early to get your day going. Though it was the weekend, you had no real plans for the day until later in the night when you and Druig were due to go to a birthday dinner for Sersi.

Druig, your soulmate and the true north in your life.

Finally peeling the sheets off your bed and ruffling your hair, you moved out of the bed and headed over to the bathroom, seeing the door was left ajar and the soft sounds of the shower running was heard. Once you poked your head into the bathroom, you were greeted with a rush of steam along your skin and the silhouette of Druig in the shower, you grinning as you started to strip off your clothes.

Ever since you ran into Druig and you both found each other, life was picked up quickly and with no hesitation. Even when he saved your life by stopping you from being hit by the car, you felt your own heart growing to make room for him to be nestled in and with no signs of leaving. After he made you get check out by the EMTS who were on the scene, you took him with you to Sers and Dane’s housewarming, never once letting go of his hand and Druig willing coming with you. He too was not willing to let you go as you both stood in front of Sersi’s front door, seeing her open the door and notice your joined hands. She grinned widely and clasped her hands together.

“Finally! I knew you would find him!” She beamed.

Ever since then, you and Druig were inseparable. You both wanted to go as slow as you could when it cam to building your relationship, getting to know each other so easily and smoothly. He loved to hear you talk about yourself and what you liked, and you hung on his every word. It didn’t scare either one of you that you both were falling for each other so easily and without any bumps, yet you were still willing to take your time with one another and have your relationship grow like a seed.

Before you knew it, you both were head over heels in love.

Druig was gentle and kind to you, sensing that hard shield you had over your heart and was willing to strip away bit by bit to love you fully. It took him some time, knowing you were less prone to fall so easily, but you still fell for him none the less. He loved you with all of him, showing you everyday that you were worthy of being loved and adored. It was the little things: fresh flowers on days that you were stressed, dates one a week to keep your relationship alive, and simple giving you space to love him back.

Two weeks after you met, Druig noticed the mark on your neck, the same mark that looked like his hand on your neck where he touched you for the first time. You went to your local doctor, and he instantly knew what it was after he questioned you and Druig being soulmates.

“There are cases with soulmates which conclude that a mark can be left behind after the first physical touch. They are very rare, but there are studies of a deeper connection amongst soulmates that leave marks on one another. Those soulmates have a higher chance of staying together in fulfilling relationships, even expanding their life spans. So I would consider you two lucky, since only 1 in every million soulmate pairing can produce a mark like yours,”

Not only you were destined to have a soulmate, you then were destined to live a long life with a soulmate. Luck seemed to be coming your way after all.

Finally, you snuck into the shower seeing Druig bare in front of you, facing the tiled wall and leaning on his forearms against the tile to let the hot shower go down his back. You instantly wrapped your arms around him from behind, feeling him mold against your hold as you pressed kisses along his shoulders blades.

“You tryin’ to seduce me on our anniversary?” He asked you, though you grinned against his shoulder.

“What give you that impression?” You asked back, hearing him chuckle as he then moved you swiftly and without you falling in the shower. You then were facing him in the shower, your own back against the tile wall as he had you in his arms and breathed you in. No matter if you were both still under the hot water that was no turning lukewarm, or that you were still a pinch sleep from waking up early in the morning, you are only thinking of the man who was hiding you both intimately and gently at the same time.

You never thought you would be here one year ago, never assuming that you would be this happy and this in love. It was an intense love and a deep love that surrounded you and brought you to your knees at times. Druig never once showed you that this was a trick, nor did he give you any less love he was willing to give. You both were solely meant for one another, and you knew deep down you could never let him go.

At times, when you two were alone together, Druig would place his hand right over the mark on your neck. It was his reminder too that you were his soulmate, mirroring the very moment he left his mark on your as a sign to two were meant to be. Whether it was when you two ate dinner together or when you were in bed, he loved placing his hand on your neck to simple remind himself that you were real to him, that what you two have was real, and his love was beyond words.

He did the very same in that shower, placing his palm against your neck to mirror the mark that you wore with pride. You grinned at him as he was staring at his hand lovingly, almost replaying that moment in his head as his eyes then moved to you to make your heart melt.

“I love ya,” He hummed, you leaning up to press kiss after kiss against his lips. Druig showed you how to love for the first time, driving away all of those doubts you had long before he came in the picture.

Thanks to him and his love for you, your life was now technicolor.

The End.

Soulmates Promp Session

#druig x female reader #druig x reader #druig x oc #druig x you #druig x female reader #druig x y/n #eternals fan writing #eternals spoilers #eternals fanfiction #marvel cinematic fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #mcu writing #mcu fanfiction #mcu phase 4

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robinsnest2111 · 1 month

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6, 8, 9, 16 (🫣), 23 <3

soft asks

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6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

oh hell, that's difficult lol

my eyes are a pretty murky mossy green, I like how my hair effortlessly grows very long pretty fast, I'm proud of myself for maintaining a basic level of fitness despite the chronic pain

love my imagination, my decent ability to capture my ideas in sketches or words, and how far i've come in terms of socialising with others around me

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good

@anaalnathrakhs @coiled-dragon and YOU obviously lol

9. what calms you down?

being super dramatic over a small inconvenience if circumstances allow, alternatively listening to the album Inside Out by Cam Clarke, and then settling down for a nap for a brain reset while thinking about my fav characters taking care of me while i drift off👍

16. compliment the person who sent you this number

you, bestie, are so fucking cool to me!!!!! your writing and ideas are superb and just you as a person??? definitely a positive presence in my life even if we're several countries apart <333 and it's such an honour to share the passion for the crüe clowns with you, the stars really aligned for us to meet like this lol <3 also really like your voice based on the streams of yours I managed to catch <3

23. favorite piece of clothing?

for the flashy fashionable category: either my big fluffy leopard print coat or the oversized Uncle Sam biker style leather jacket with the trillion pockets and zippers

for comfort: my old washed out glow in the dark oversized wolf print t-shirt (which is gonna be 14 years old this year, one of the first things my aunt bought me at the alternative store in the big city back in the day) and the black baggy cargo pants I ordered for way too much money from a Chinese ebay seller just because I saw them in a "create an outfit based on your birthday/birth month/zodiac sign" style tweet and couldn't get the cheaper version on ama$on since it was a U.S. shipping only listing lmao

got all the pictures saved haha (still looking for a decent white t-shirt that doesn't look off on my body and a pair of white sneakers)

#arnold layne #ask robin #oops this one got kinda long

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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*Spoilers for anyone else reading also a slight language warning*

I FINALLY FUCKING DID ITTTTTTT!!!!!!!! I FINISHED BOOK 3!!!!!

Oh man, that was fun but annoying, especially Azul's boss battle he took forever! I really like Azul, Jade, and Floyd. I'm not quite sure who my favorite of the three is! I love them all so much! I couldn't stop giggling like an idiot when everyone was looking at the picture after the boss battle. The overblot voices are so cool, and Azul was no exception. I kinda feel bad for the poor guy. No one deserves to be bullied. (He's still a lovable little shit though lol)

I really like their suits when they are working in the lounge! I also really like their underwater forms! Not to mention just how cool Azul looks in overblot form!

But why was Micky Mouse in my mirror lmao (rhetorical question)?

Now, for the real question since I always ask something: you obviously really like Azul, so who is your second favorite?

OMg!!!! WHWQHAHWHWHWH!!!!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED OMG IM BUCKLING UP RN WHEHHWHEWHEHWH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

overblot azul took me so long to beat too but isn't he just GORGEOUS??? i wish we got to see his merform without the near death experience :((( i would really like a coral sea event but even though i know azul wouldn't be inclined to show that side of him regardless. but yes, the leech twins are beautiful in their merforms. i'm so curious about how their fins and skin feels, with the mucus. it might not be a good idea to touch though since moray eels can be toxic.

azul's been through some tough shit but he came out the other end stronger and smarter, for better or for worse. on one hand, he's a powerful & influential person, which is everything he wanted to be when he was younger. he proved his bullies wrong. he stomped on them with foot and said "HAHA BITCHES WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!!!!" but that's also really bad sometimes because all of that drove him to overblot. he spends all of his time working and working and working because thats all he is. if he doesn't have power he's nobody. of course this isn't true by a long shot. azul is the dork that likes collecting coins. he's the boy that's so close with his family and greatly treasures them. he's the boy that played piano in the band he had with his childhood friends. he's the boy that can sing really well and has an amazing eye for business opportunities. azul ashengrotto is a person without his power, but he feels that's all he has to lean on.

ANYWAYS.....MICKEY MOUSE. i may be stupid but i have no idea why he's showing up. i just kinda rolled with it.

I LOVE AZUL I WOULD GIVE HIM MY SOUL IF HE SANG ONE PRETTY NOTE FOR ME I WOULD THROW MYSELF AT HIS FEET IF HE NEEDED HIS SHOES SHINED I WOULD LAY MY JACKET IN A PUDDLE IF IT MEANT HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO CHANGE HIS COURSE OR GET HIS SHOES WET!!!!! second fav though would be jade, he's also a dork and i think he's really silly. the leech twins never really scared me that much? i think the most intimidating thing about them is their height tbh.

jade single handedly dragged me into researching edible plants (for the harveston event) and got me into watching mushroom documentaries, which eventually got me into the science of mycorrhiza (a symbiotic relationship between orchids, one of my favorite flowers, and mushrooms) so he's taught me like half a bio degree i think /J

also jade's one of those characters that is just gorgeous. there's no explanation for it, he's so just so ethereal. its unhinged. hes so weird. he also played the contrabass when in that band w azul and in the harveston event he talks about having a knack for woodwinds which i FREAKED OUT upon hearing because i play the FLUTE and i was SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!

i am so sorry i talked your ear off HELP ME

#🐚! cole #asks <3 #twst spoilers #auburn's rambles <3

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performing-personhood · 3 months

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Yall already know I'm An Old™️ but join me now because I'm indulging in a little foray into my Oldness.

I don't think "hipster" has been a thing for a while, but I assume we all understand that hipster is defined as "someone who is a pretentious snob about something innocuous." It's the sneering superiority of a "I liked it before it was cool, you hadn't heard of it". Right? Ok so now that we've defined our terms, we can move on.

So, I allow myself the luxury of being a hipster about precisely two things, and two things only. Because I actually did like them before mainstream culture got a hold of them, and I never won't be a tiny bit giddy when I think of where we started vs what it is now.

Good Omens is the first one. I wouldn't be diagnosed with adhd until my mid-thirties, which I mention because it should carry some weight when I say that this novel remains the only book I ever read cover-to-cover eight times. If I had to shortlist five my favorite novels, Good Omens would easily make the cut. The show is the ultimate book-to-screen adaptation of all time, including Peter Jackson's "Lord of the Rings," and I've got a little tent and plenty of rations and I am ready to die for my cause on this hill. My beloved first edition and its crumbling dust jacket are prized possessions. I am so proud to have known her when.

But the second one, oh I'm proud of that one too.

When I was a teenager, I read a book by an author named Gregory Maguire. I couldn't put it down. It was captivating, painting a picture of an innocent life borne of a drug-using, neglected and neglectful mother. A life lived as best they could under unending prejudice and cruelty, which produced a person so misunderstood that even their attempt at social good was painted as evil, even when they were only trying to protect their paraplegic sister. Whose oldest friend put ambition and homewreckery before a friendship that stretched back into adolescence. A person who lost absolutely everything and then their life, only to live on in the infamy of a twisted and maligned legacy. The story of a girl born with horrible birth defects: deathly allergic to water, and skin the most peculiar shade of green.

I had never before read a story told from the villains point of view, especially not one that corrected me so firmly on my definition of "villain." It changed me.

Anyway, Wicked is finally getting its movie after easily a decade of murmur and rumor. I wish I could tell you all how giddy and handflappy and feet-kicky I got when the trailer aired unexpectedly. I don't even care if the movie is hot trash, I will be happy to see its evolution regardless. Because after all, I know the truth, I was there at the beginning..... I liked it before it was cool.

By the way, and I'm sorry to be This Guy, but if you've only seen the musical then you have missed half the story, because the original ending could not be fit into the format of a stage musical. They had to Disney-fy it in order for the story to work (a choice I do not begrudge them.) The original ending ripped out my soul through my teeth. I still think about it.

#good omens #good omens the book #good omens the show #wicked #wicked the book #wicked the musical #wicked the movie #hipster #xennial #gregory maguire #neil gaiman and terry pratchett #neil and terry #hipster brag #waxing nostalgic #nostalgia posting

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missmitchieg · 2 years

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Lexy Cross Progressively Dressing More Like Jake Wheeler

Episode 1:

Jake is wearing darker, more muted and grungy looking colors while Lexy is wearing a pretty standard Mean Girl outfit of light, bright whites and pinks that I feel might be not-so-obviously from the start not her personal style, but significantly influenced by her mother. They couldn't look more disconnected from each other if they tried to.

Jake is still wearing darker, muted colors and Lexy is a bright, sparkly rainbow wearing blue boots. He's dressing how he feels while Lexy's still putting on what feels like a costume for the public and for her mother.

Episode 2:

*gestures at Jake's dingy, dark colors and Lexy's bright rainbow* Jake's still dressed a bit like a storm cloud and Lexy's just getting brighter and pinker.

Episode 3:

Hey, Jake's clothes are getting lighter and a little colorful while Lexy's got all black on her bottom half. That's a refreshing change of pace. Lexy's also less bright and more pastel and soft now that her mother's not looking. (side note: I think it's hilarious and adorable that Lexy and Junior have exactly the same outfit in that scene.)

Jake's clothes getting lighter while Lexy's clothes get darker is just so interesting. Sure, it's gray, but it's a fairly light gray and Lexy's blue is dark.

Episode 5:

Ah, now Lexy's wearing a dark colored skirt and Jake's still wearing light gray. Also, we love a matchy denim jacket moment, tbh.

Hey, Lexi styled the pink jacket again! This time, it's darker and less girly, which is fascinating. She's slowly letting go of the pretty, perfect girl her mother wants her to be. This also marks the first time Jake wears something with pure white and light blue instead of black or grey and dark, muted blue. It's a big deal.

Jake adding more light and color to his wardrobe and Lexy dressing less princessy as they get to know each other is one of my favorite details in Chucky.

Episode 6:

Oh, now Lexy's just wearing the same muted colors Jake used to wear (and in the form of a baggy, oversized sweater!) while he's getting lighter. They just keep changing.

Episode 7:

They're both wearing flannels! Lexy's is just light and muted while Jake's is darker and more saturated.

Ah, we've arrived at The Black Floral Dress. I love this dress. It's like she wants to rebel and wear something dark, but she still relents and wears something flowery and presentable to the public for her mother's image.

Episode 8:

Oh, my god, they're matching! This is also soon after Lexi calls herself and Devon "the family Jake chose" and Jake didn't deny feeling the same way about them. This is the most connected and cohesive we've seen them dress thus far.

And Lexi is regrettably back to dressing the way her mother would like her to: A picture perfect princess to match her younger sister and her shrewd, fake nice mother.

We have reached the final outfits! Away from her mother, Lexi chooses to grieve her boyfriend in a black leather jacket (something I can confidently say her mother would never approve of), a burgundy shirt and plaid pants. Jake's once again wearing his light grey denim jacket with a blue shirt. They can't tell you whether they've changed for the better, but one thing is for sure; both of them have changed for good.

#chucky #jake wheeler #lexy cross #i genuinely like every outfit Lexy wears #Jake's clothes are cool too #Catherine Ashton you did good #ok but in the floral and green dresses Lexi looks like she literally hates her mom asdfds #so funny #i mean I hate her too that's why I killed her in my fanfic #but yeah enjoy #or don't idc

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cookiesandbiscuits · 2 years

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The Obey Me! Characters, MC, and the 2022 Planetary Alignment

A/N: Hey guys! Here's another OM! hc that I made featuring the 2022 planetary alignment that happened earlier. Only this time, all of the characters are included. Because this hc will get too long, I will divide it into three parts. Oh boy, I'm still stoked about the rare astronomical event that just happened today. My astronomy-loving heart is jumping with joy! Aaaaa!

So I hope you will find this hc enjoyable as I do.

Summary: Astrophile and Astrophotographer MC witnesses the rare planetary alignment with their favorite OM! character.

Genre: Fluff w/ a tinge of crack

Warning: This hc is a self-indulgent fictional work. I'll be using June 24 as the date of the alignment because today is June 24 here.

MASTERLIST

Part Two: The Royals

Part Three: Purgatory Hall Crew

The Brothers:

Lucifer

June 24. The date is circled in his calendar. The reason why? Because of the planetary alignment, of course. Now, Lucifer's not the type of guy who would cancel all of his work just to witness an astronomical phenomenon in the human world. Then, why did he cancel all of his plans? Well, long story short, when you asked him to join you in the human world to observe it and saw your enthusiasm about it, he just couldn't say no to you. You're just too adorable and he doesn't have the heart to see you get sad just because he said no.

So you two went up to the human world, slept early, and set the alarm before sunrise. Did you prepare your telescope? Your camera? Did you bring the blankets? Good. Oh, and don't forget to wear a jacket 'cause it's chilly outside. The two of you went to an open field so there are no traces of light pollution from the city for a better view of the predawn sky. He internally chuckled when he saw your face light up at the sight of the alignment and when you started to babble about your hobby. You two should do this more often, he thought. He'll ask for a copy of your photos once you finished developing them.

Mammon

You want your favorite demon to join you in the human world to do your hobby together? And it's him?! Ha! Suck on that, dear brothers! He will downplay it to hide his excitement, although his brothers could totally see through it.

With Lucifer's consent, the two of you went to a beach in the human world. To avoid light pollution from the city, you said while unpacking the telescope from its case. With your camera in hand, you started taking pictures after pictures when the most awaited event appeared in the predawn sky. Mammon watched you adoringly as you started jumping in glee because of the planetary alignment. The image of you smiling brightly under the starry and dimly lit sky will forever be etched in his heart and memory.

Days later, you gave Mammon a copy of a photo you took. He swore he felt his heart do a flip when he saw what was in the photo. It was him looking up at the sky and there was a handwritten note on the back: "Thank you for coming with me. I had a lot of fun. - MC" And there's a heart drawn beside it! Ah~ the things love does to one's heart.

Leviathan

The two of you were in his room playing video games when you asked him. "Hey, Levi. Do you.. wanna go to the human world with me? There's this astronomical event that's going to happen in a few days and I wanna ask you if you want to see it with me." What?! Y-you want h-him to go with you to the human world to stargaze?! I-isn't that like a date?!

"Well, if you would consider it a date then, yes?" Oh, shoot. He said it out loud. AAAAA!!! Leviathan.exe has stopped working. You have never seen Levi blush that quick before. "It's okay if you're uncomfortable with the idea. I'll just--" "No, wait!" Levi stopped you mid-sentence. "I-I.. I'd be h-happy to.. g-go with you."

Your face lit up at the sound of his response, Levi swore he could see sparkles form around you. "Really?! Aaa! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Now go start packing. We're going to leave tomorrow. I already got the go signal from Lucifer, don't worry." That statement snapped him back to reality. "Wait... Tomorrow?! What do you mean tomorrow?!" He watched as you laughed nervously while you looked at the floor.

"Well, the cabin we're going to stay in for a few days is pretty far from the city, and I wanted to surprise you so, yeah..." Levi stood still at his position as his soul slowly left his body. He's... going to.. spend a few days with you? Alone? In a cabin, far from the city? Oh my Diavolo, someone catch this poor boi's heart!

Safe to say that he's pretty quiet throughout the whole journey. But the time he spent with you in that cabin was one of the best moments of his life. And the pictures you took are so breathtaking. You've got to teach him how to take pictures like that. It'll be useful for his future cosplay endeavors.

Satan

A chance to join you in your hobby? Alone, without his annoying brothers around? Of course, he'll love to go with you. I mean, this is a one-time opportunity for both of you, right? There is no way he'll let that chance pass before him. He never told you this, but he genuinely enjoys it when you tell him all about your hobby. It's an honor for him to help you with it.

The two of you decided to see the planets in an astronomical garden. Don't worry, if the garden's full of people, he'll help you find the perfect spot for you to take your pictures without the light pollution from the city ruining the scene. He'll even help you prepare your equipment once you reach your destination. So, if you're looking for a handy helper, he's your guy.

Satan had already seen the conjunction many times throughout his existence but this is the first time he's been excited about one. This one is special because you're here to witness it with him. And the sunrise view after it is just like it's taken out from a romantic novel.

Asmodeus

"Hey, Asmo" you called the Avatar of Lust who was doing his nails in the common room. He looked at you with a teasing and inquisitive look. "MC? What is it? Do you need some of my attention today?~" "Uhh... no? There's something I wanted to ask you about." Asmo raised a brow. If you're not craving his attention, then what is it that you need? "Are you... free tomorrow until the 24th?" He paused, "Hmm.. let's see..." He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again. "Well, yes. Why do you ask?"

He could see your eyes glimmer slightly from joy. "Well, I was wondering if you wanna stargaze with me to the human world. But we're not really going to look at the stars but the planets. So I guess we're going to planet-gaze?" You were cut off by a squeal from the fifth born. "Of course, I wanna go with you! But, why ask me now?" You gave out a light chuckle. "You see, there's going to be a rare astronomical event that's going to happen this month. All of the 5 visible planets in the solar system will align, and the best time to see it is on June 24, and I'm planning to take a photograph of it. I'm going to regret it if I miss this huge opportunity."

"Say no more, sweetheart. When should I start packing?" You let out another chuckle at the sight of the demon's excitement. "It's best if we start packing tonight so we could leave early and have spare time to prepare the equipment." He quickly rose to his seat, making sure that his nails are already dry to start packing his bags. "Oh, Asmo. One more thing. We need to wake up really early on the 24th. Is that okay with you?" He smiled. "If I get enough beauty rest, then yes."

Asmo is, to say the least, awestruck at the view before him. The sight of the starry, predawn sky, and the sight of you, smiling beautifully and enjoying the scenery before your eyes. For a moment there, he thought that you were the most gorgeous creature ever lived in the three realms, more gorgeous than him, even. He'll ask you to take a photo of him, and if you decided to join him on one, he'll think that it's the most perfect picture he has ever seen.

Beelzebub + Belphegor

The three of you were hanging out in the attic, as usual. "Hey guys," Beel looked at you inquisitively while Belphie didn't budge an inch from his spot. "Do you remember the astronomical event that I was talking about last week?" "Well, yeah. I mean, you did talk about it nonstop for a whole week. Just like how Levi is with his hobbies." Belphie replied sleepily.

"Well, that event will be happening on the predawn of the 24th. And I wanna ask you guys if you want to observe it with me." You eyed the twins hoping they'll agree.

Beel swallowed the food he was eating before answering. "I'd like to go with you." You felt your heart fill with joy. The two of you simultaneously looked at Belphie, who was uncomfortable with the sudden attention and opened his eyes fully. He scoffed, before looking back at you. "As if you even need to ask."

With euphoria rushing to you quickly, you mindlessly squeezed the twins in a hug. "Yeah, yeah, you're happy, we get it. Now, can you please let go? It's getting kind of hard to breathe." Belphie tapped your shoulder lightly. "Oh, sorry. I got a little excited for a bit." "But..." Your attention readily went to the ginger head beside you. "Is Lucifer gonna allow us to go to the human world?" You froze. You haven't thought about that. "Don't worry, I'll go ask him." You said as you rose from your seat to go to the eldest's office.

With the promise of finishing all of your school work, Lucifer permitted you to go to the human world with the twins. The predawn of the 24th was one of the best moments of your life. You've always enjoyed doing astrophotography, but now, you've enjoyed it more when your favorite people were beside you while doing it.

Wooh! That was really long. And this took a lot of time to write, I didn't know if I could even finish it today (╥﹏╥). Anyways, Part 2 and 3 will posted shortly so stay tuned! -Cookie

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pbandjesse · 5 months

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I went back to work today. And that is good. It is nice to have a routine again. Today was a little boring. But it was not all bad. I had a pretty good day.

I didn't sleep amazing. But I woke up and was fine enough. I found James on the couch just so tired but not able to get back to sleep. They would try again after I left. But for the moment they were just on the couch looking sad.

I got dressed and kissed their head to try and cheer them up. They had packed me a little lunch. And sent me off with a big hug.

I made it half way across the street when I realized I forgot my drink. So I went back up. Decided to also get orange juice too. Another loss and then I was off.

It was a really easy drive. No traffic. No sun in my eyes. I got to camp and it was very cold. I was glad I wore a fleece under my big jacket. It actually felt like winter today.

I drove up to the art building first to drop off some stuff. I found a box I could bring home for getting rid of the stuff we wanted to put on the stoop. Excellent. I will have to go take the trash out at the art building probably tomorrow. But I was to cold and wanted to go to the office and have my breakfast.

James packed me a bagel and it was very good. I was the first one there and I put the heat on and tried to make it cozier in there. Cause it was very chilly.

I had my bagel and answered some emails. And put some stuff away and just tried to settle back into being at work. I didn't really know what to do. So as a first step I looked at out to do list and I decided to rewrite the whole thing because we have knocked out so many things. And I gave us some room to add things. It was pretty productive, even if I couldn't cross things off.

Camp registration opened last night. I was prepared to hear the phones ring a lot today. But I was alone and I wouldn't be able to help anyone so at 858 when the phone started ringing I got out of there.

I grabbed the gator keys (after hemming and hawing about walking to the Alaskans) and drove to Yukon to go in the basement. I wanted to borrow some plastic boxes and I knew we had some down there. And a million lids that do not fit those boxes.

The drive up there is very quick but I didn't want to drive so fast because it was stupid cold and my ears and hands were so cold. Thankfully the basement was warm and I was able to warm up a little.

After I got my boxes I drove to top bar and saw a tree fell down. I took a picture so I could show the office to make sure they knew. I waved to the horses and yelled at them happy birthday. I know they aren't thoroughbreds but they deserve a happy birthday still.

When I got back to the office Heather was there. It was so nice to see her. And we talked for a bit about the break and what I had been doing out and about this morning. I told her I was waiting on the next steps for the house and that I didn't want to bother the people but I also want to know what's happening!

I spoke it into existence though because when I sat back at my laptop the appraisal was there! This was a stressful read. It was 25 pages and it was a lot. Going over the whole space. Comparing it to other houses in the area. But the house appraised over what we offered. Which means we should be good?? We need to speak to Harold and make sure we understand it correctly but I am shocked how close it appraised. Since it has been listed originally for so much more.

I was very excited that this came in so I didn't have to be so stressed. And when everyone else came in I was able to share the new news and that was nice.

We all talked about our Christmases and our favorite gifts. We all seemed to buy a gift for ourselves that we liked a lot. Alexi got a really cool drink caddy from her husband though that we all are very jealous of/think is hilarious.

More and more parents were calling and emailing about registering. Camp is about half full and it has barely been a day since registration opened. Crazy. A lot of the calls were about wait-list. Because the y had not set that up and many weeks were already completely full for different ages. I was tasked with answering some question emails. Me and Sarah were sent to go find Joe for some keys and then to go and take some pictures of cabins and bathrooms for a concerned parent.

When we found Joe we were being silly saying how dramatic people are about the rustic bathrooms and cabins. Somehow this got interpreted as the bathroom being a joke and then he thought there was a hole and then it turned out there was a hole in the door! So the miscommunication became but regular communication.

Sarah did the driving of the gator this time. And I remembered my gloves so it wasn't as bad. Still very cold. We had to sweep a little when we got to the cabins so they didn't look messy in the pictures. Everything needs some paint though. It wasn't like beautiful but they were fine.

We went to the pool to take pictures and I enjoyed seeing all the plants that are being stored in there. They are thriving! I'm very happy for them.

We went back to the office and it was lunch time. I texted with James about house stuff. They went for a bike ride and went and got themselves a sandwich and when they got home they sent me some paperwork to pass along. We are such a good team.

I didn't really know what to do myself after I had my lunch. I had one of my Dear America books with me about living on the prairie and it felt a little like research. Like I was learning how someone would live and go to school and what they would learn and so I could kind of justify it as work. Research. Because I had nothing to do and this was could be used as inspo towards programing.

Around 3 Alexi announced that we would have a staff meeting. I let her know I didn't mind staying later. She was convinced we would finish by 4. Absolutely I knew that would not happen. We would finish the meeting at 440.

It was mostly my fault though because I had so much followup and questions and things that I don't think normally happens in the Monday meetings (because I'm not there). But now I have some tasks for tomorrow and that feels good! But I was very much ready to go home. I was losing focus at times and was searching for build a bear clothes on eBay and looking at squishmallow dragons. I am not buying things but it was fun to search for things.

I said goodbye to everyone and went home. The drive home was good too. No traffic again! Amazing. And when I got home I struggled to bring the box inside but I got it in and was very very winded when I said hello to my James.

Just rested my forehead on their chest and wheezed and caught my breath while they told me I would be okay.

They had done all the laundry. And had made us salads for dinner. Still no oven. We are going on a week and a half now. Hopefully we can get someone on the phone tomorrow because it's been a while now. We are making due but I miss pasta.

We would hang out together on the couch and after we ate we read our books. I finished my Dear America and was pleasantly surprised that there wasnt as much tragedy and I didn't cry at all! It was a nice one. I picked another to start tomorrow. Which is actually a different series called "My name is America" which I think are all boys. This one is a boy one and another frontier story. Excellent.

I would spend some time on the couch watching TikToks. Then tried to collect some snails. And then did my knitting for the day. This style is so much quicker it's wild. I think it's looking really nice too. I really hope I did the math right. But thankfully if I need to frog the whole month I will be able to fix it easier and it won't be as much as a nightmare situation.

I took a bath. Used my new vanilla shea butter. And after I was dressed I played with my new hair tool. Which I'm getting better at. Still not perfect but I am trying! Making me feel pretty.

Now we are in bed. And I am ready to sleep. My throat is hurting a little so I'm going to sip some water and get ready for bed.

Tomorrow I hope to have lots to do. And I hope to stop by Manor Mill to see if my final pieces are done. We will see. I hope it's a good day.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves! Goodnight!

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mimisempai · 1 year

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What happened to us ?

Summary

It was bound to happen one day, their first real fight, but when it did neither was ready.

But once the heated spirits have cooled down, it's time for reconciliation and with the help of a bar of kit kat, hearts soften again.

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Mystrade Monday 3.0 #21 "What happened to us"

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On Ao3

Rating G - 864 words

The sound of the front door opening woke Greg from his sleep. He was lying in their bed, alone.

Everything came back to him.

For the first time since they had moved in together, he and Mycroft had argued. A real fight, not one of their usual little squabbles.

He muttered to himself, "What the hell happened to us?"

He refused to think about his failed marriage, the daily arguments that had led to the ugly divorce.

In the living room, Mycroft made no attempt to hide his presence. Greg could almost picture his every move from the various sounds he made.

He closed his eyes and reviewed the day's events. Neither of them had had a good night's sleep, and Mycroft had been working overtime while Greg had been on case after case. As a result, their schedules hadn't allowed them to see each other much, and frustration had done the rest. So the small, insignificant details they usually compromised on were blown out of proportion. Like Greg leaving his socks lying around, or Mycroft stealing Greg's coffee because he was too lazy to make it for him when his cup was empty.

It was all completely meaningless stuff, and Greg had no idea which one had been the trigger for the fight. He wasn't even sure who had shouted first, or why exactly, and it didn't really matter because within minutes everything had gone to hell. Mycroft had suddenly grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him before Greg had time to figure out what had just happened.

It was really stupid, now that Greg was getting some perspective. There had been no reason for them to get so angry with each other. It could have been avoided if they had taken a second to breathe. To pay attention and realize how tired and overworked they were. If they had taken the time to take care of themselves and each other.

Greg was already composing his apology in his head when the bedroom door opened. Mycroft stood in the doorway, looking as sheepish as Greg, and they said "I'm sorry" at the same time.

They looked at each other shyly, both wearing the same embarrassed smile. Greg simply lifted the blanket and it took Mycroft only seconds to join him. Mycroft took the next step, opening his arms and Greg snuggled against him. They stayed like that for a few moments in silence, both enjoying each other's presence.

"I'm so sorry," Mycroft said against Greg's hair.

Greg replied, "I'm really sorry too, we both got carried away over little things, just because we didn't take care of ourselves enough, I should have seen you were exhausted, I didn't pay enough attention."

Mycroft shook his head, "and I should have seen that you were lonely, and that you were burnt out on work too." He sighed, "Actually, we both need a break, together."

Greg hummed and lifted his head to kiss Mycroft's chin. His gaze was drawn to a small red package lying next to Mycroft that he hadn't noticed at first.

Greg reached out and took the small package, then exclaimed, "A Kit Kat?!"

Mycroft murmured against his chest, "I saw them in the sweet shop window on my way home earlier, and I know they are your favorite treat, so as they say, chocolate softens the heart..."

Greg's smile widened, he pulled Mycroft back and handed the Kit Kat to Mycroft, opening his mouth.

Mycroft sighed, "Greg, honestly?"

Greg replied, "Sweeten my heart, Mycroft." Then he opened his mouth again.

Mycroft chuckled softly as he opened the wrapper and broke off a piece of Kit Kat. He fought back a laugh when he saw Greg's face, eyes shining like a puppy waiting for a treat and mouth wide open, he couldn't help but tease him and leaned in to press a light kiss to his lips.

Greg pouted and said, "Nice attempt at sweetening, but I can't say I really had time to savor it.

Mycroft slid the piece of chocolate into Greg's mouth, unable to hold back a shiver of excitement as Greg's lips closed on his finger. Moaning with exaggerated pleasure, Greg closed his eyes and took the time to savor his piece of Kit Kat as Mycroft gently pulled his finger away.

When Greg finally opened his eyes, he was surprised by the heat that burned in Mycroft's eyes and he barely had time to feel himself blush before Mycroft's lips were on his in a kiss that was much longer than the first, sweet and hot at the same time, full of anticipation.

Greg moaned into the kiss again and wrapped his arms around Mycroft. He opened his mouth and Mycroft could savor the taste of chocolate mixed with his lover's. They lost themselves in the kiss, forgetting everything, forgetting the conflict that had brought them here.

They would have time to discuss and dissect what had happened, to learn from their mistakes. For now, they were content to celebrate their reconciliation and love with Kit Kat and kisses. The time for bitterness was over and it was time for sweetness.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 2 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 41

First

Marinette smiled faintly as she watched Damian hug his stuffed Cat to his chest. It was easily one of his favorites, and therefore was suffering from being well-loved. The brilliant colors were faded from many washes, and one of the cat’s button eyes had popped off at some point.

She gently ruffled his curls and he leaned further into her side, though she wasn’t sure whether this was so he could get a better view of the book she was reading or because he genuinely just liked the affection… but, she figured, it was probably a mix of both.

She opened it more so he could see the colorful illustrations of animals better. It was well behind his actual intelligence level, they all knew that he could recite many animals and their sounds, but Damian liked animals enough that he would often ask her to read this book during their downtime just so he could look at them.

“And do you know what this one is?” She continued.

“Cow!” He said, smiling. He liked cows.

“What do cows say?”

“Mooooooooooo!”

“Very good,” she cooed.

Damian clapped his hands as she slowly closed the book, and for a moment she thought he might ask her to do it again, but Tim spoke up:

“Hey, don’t you think it’s weird that we teach kids animal sounds?”

Marinette’s eyebrows knit together. “Huh? How so?”

“Well, it’s not like it ever really… matters, y’know. It’s not something they quiz you on at school, and most people aren’t going to interact with barn animals…” He trailed off to squint at the newest page in his scrapbook, which was made up of the two pictures of Damian in his leather jacket she had provided him. He tilted his head this way and that, before holding it up so Marinette could see. “Is this straight?”

“Nothing we do is straight,” she murmured distractedly, eyes locked on the book in her hands. Forgive her for not helping, but she was having quite the existential crisis. Why do parents put so much emphasis on that?

Damian set Cat aside and then leaned over her lap until he could grab the book. He opened it back up to the first page.

“Cat goes meow,” Damian said, a little huffily, pointing at the first page.

She snapped out of it to smile at her kid. “Correct!” She said on autopilot.

And, just like that, they were back to learning about animal sounds.

How did he get a nose bleed? Well, it’s a funny story, actually…

You see, he had been teaching a child to spar. Because that was his job.

And then someone yelled at him from the sidelines: “TIM!”

Apparently, looking up while in the middle of a fight is not a good thing to do.

Hilarious. Isn’t life just fun? Don’t you just love being alive?

He glared at Steph over his blood-stained napkin. She had bought food for him as an apology, but he couldn't enjoy it yet because all he could taste was copper.

“I’m sorry, Marinette texted me to tell me about your new friends and I was just so excited…” She was explaining.

He swapped out his napkin for another one. “You talk to Mari?”

“Mhmm, and if you aren’t careful I’ll become a homewrecker,” she said cheerfully, pulling out her phone to reveal that she really did have Marinette’s number, saved under the contact name ‘Babe 💖’.

He might have rolled his eyes if he hadn’t happened to glance down and see their most recent messages.

But he did, and a gasp escaped him as he snatched her phone.

Steph. Holy shit. Tim has friends now.

Sdfjklj deadass????????

Yep. I’m so proud.

He sent her a dirty look. “I’m not that hopeless about having friends, I’m just not as extroverted as you and Mari are.”

She didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish as she tugged her phone back out of his hands. “Sure, Timmy, sure.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but she was already cutting him off:

“Anyways, when do I get to meet them?”

He sighed lightly, and then shrugged. “Well, I guess you can come with me after your session.”

She groaned, pulling her face into a mockery of a pout. “Do I have to have my session today?”

“I mean… training you is literally my job, it’s in my best interest to say yes. You realize that, right?”

She pouted harder.

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

She slumped against the table. “I just wanna skip a week,” she complained.

He started to remind her that physical activity didn’t really work like that, that she would get out of practice, that if she skipped a week for no reason she would probably start skipping other weeks, too… but, when she had leaned to rest her cheek on the table with a pout, it had displaced the too-large, purple windbreaker she wore and his gaze caught on bright white bandages wrapping around her upper arm.

Tim sighed. “Fine, guess I don’t really want to have to spar with you with a bloody nose, anyways.”

Her eyes narrowed just slightly in suspicion, he didn’t usually give in to things quite that easily, but she let the subject drop. Possibly just because she was eager to meet his new friends.

And, well, meet his new friends she did.

Miranda gasped the moment they stepped into the garage, taking Steph’s hand in her own and giving her a wide-eyed look, as if she thought she might be imagining her existence.

“Oh, thank god, another woman, finally. You have no idea what it’s been like, with all these men.”

Steph patted the hand, nodding solemnly. “I’m so sorry you had to endure that.”

“You are my new favorite person.”

Terry looked wounded.

Tim ignored their theatrics in favor of pulling out his phone. “You said you needed some maintenance?”

Gonzales nodded. “Yes. Can you check out Terry’s bike? He said that he heard something rattling while out today.”

“Rattling? Damn. Sure thing. Any idea where it’s coming from?”

“I mean… we checked it out… but it sounded like it was coming from his gas tank?”

Tim’s eyebrows pinched and Terry snapped out of his offense in order to shrug, then he jerked his head for Tim to follow him over to his bike. They sat down next to each other, idly discussing what he had done recently on the bike because Tim hadn’t even touched Terry’s bike and it was already trying to kill him (Terry was, surprisingly, the least interested in Tim experimenting on his bike).

Steph lazily leaned all her weight on Tim’s head, but Tim barely even blinked.

Steph rolled her eyes. “Man, people that work are so boring,” she complained.

“Don’t you have a job?” Miranda asked, raising her eyebrows.

Steph stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “I’ve been trying to get an internship that will allow me enough time to keep working towards my degree but I can’t find one.”

“Why not try your mom’s hospital?” Tim asked, blinking up at her.

“Working with your family is weird, don’t you think?”

Tim didn’t believe her, she had worked with the other bats without a problem back in his reality.

She must have read the disbelief on his face, because she sighed and slumped further against his head. “Also, my mom used to take me to work with her when we couldn’t afford a babysitter so they know how I am.”

He nodded his understanding.

Gonzales tipped his head to the side. “You’re working to become a doctor?”

“Yep! They make a shit ton of money, so.”

“Know what also makes you money?” Terry said, pushing himself to his feet with a grin. His eyes sparkled with something that Tim distinctly did not trust.

“Stealing from other people?” Tim said, raising his eyebrows.

Terry winked and flashed finger guns at him. “You know it, Timmy.”

Gonzales sighed and lightly pushed Terry away from Steph. “Sorry about him. What he’s trying to get at… I think… is that we happen to have quite a bit of disposable income, flexible hours, and are definitely in need of someone that’s willing to help.”

Steph narrowed her eyes at them for a moment before turning to Tim. “They pay well?”

Tim absently held up an ‘okay’ sign before going back to carefully opening up the gas tank. Sweat beaded on the back of his neck. Gas tanks weren’t made to open and he was, maybe, a little stressed about it.

“I’ve only really picked up the basics so far, and I haven’t done much of anything myself…”

Gonzales shrugged. “That’s fine. We all have experience administering a lot of basic first aid, so we can teach you.”

Steph’s eyes narrowed once again. “Then why do you need me?”

“Need another girl,” said Miranda instantly.

Gonzales crossed his arms over his chest. “You might not be great now, but you’re going to be a doctor. Eventually, you’re going to be better than all of us. Good to grab you now.”

“Need another girl,” Miranda repeated.

“And we need another girl,” he sighed.

Miranda nodded.

After a few moments’ thought, Steph nodded back.

Gonzales clapped his hands together, smiling widely. “Great! Another new member! I’m going to get us all a round of beers to celebrate.”

“We didn’t get beer when I joined,” Tim huffed.

“‘Cause you’re a kid,” said Miranda.

“I’m literally not.”

Gonzales ruffled Tim’s hair before heading out to go get the promised beers. Tim probably wouldn’t participate himself – not because they wouldn’t let him, but because he had a kid to get back to – but he wasn’t going to stop them from having their fun.

It was silent as Tim finally managed to get the top off of the tank. He peered down into it, using his phone flashlight to see, and, somehow, he just ended up more confused. “Dude, what the hell, why are there marbles in here?”

“Probably my ex,” Terry said, wincing. “Now that I think about it, he came over the other day to get his stuff.”

Miranda scowled and opened her mouth.

“No, you still can’t murder him. I got him shot in the leg, he has every right to be annoyed.”

She closed her mouth and scowled harder.

Graham stepped inside. “Who we killing?” He asked.

“Terry’s ex,” Miranda said, only slightly louder than Terry’s, “No one.”

Graham hummed. His eyes found their way to Steph and he raised an eyebrow. “I was gone for maybe ten minutes to make myself some coffee. How do we already have someone new?”

“Timmy brought her. She’s gonna be our doc,” Terry explained, his nose scrunching as he took the set of tweezers Tim handed him and started carefully taking out the marbles because, apparently, he was ‘taking too long’.

“Oh, what’s up?” Said Graham.

(Miranda groaned a little.)

“Hiya,” Steph said, flashing a grin.

“I’m Graham, it’s nice to finally meet the wife Tim’s been talking about so much –.”

Disgust flickered across Steph’s face and that was all the warning Graham got before she was insulting everything about him from his eyes (“I bet you’re one of those bitches with hazel eyes that is super pretentious about it”) to his shoes (“you look like you’re about to step into a clown car, I hope you know”). Graham looked stunned, the hands he kept perpetually shoved in his pockets coming out to surrender. He looked to his fellow gang members, but Gonzales was out getting food, Miranda was nodding along to the insults, and Terry seemed more intent on laughing at his misfortune than helping him.

In a last ditch attempt, he looked at Tim.

Deserved, he thought.

He should have been paying more attention when Tim was showing off his family. He broke eye contact in favor of messing with a new upgrade he had been making for everyone’s bikes. This wasn’t his brightest idea, he wasn’t wearing any gloves or a mask, OSHA would not approve of him, but he figured OSHA wouldn’t approve of a lot of stuff that the gang members did anyways. But he was too busy not helping Graham to get the proper safety equipment.

Tim soon got karmic punishment, though, because his creation shocked him.

Looks like Graham did end up getting help from Tim after all. Steph was immediately distracted, compelled by the universal law that says you must laugh at your sort-of-sibling’s misfortunes.

Marinette smiled as she carded her fingers through Frank’s fur. The dog had taken to lying across her lap when she noticed her using her work computer at home (something she was 99% sure Tim had trained her to do, but couldn’t prove). The dog was big and, unfortunately, she wasn’t willing or able to move her off of her lap when Frank decided she wanted to be there.

She didn’t appreciate being made to stop, but the large, warm, soft animal lying across her lap made it hard not to give in and relax.

Now, she rested her chin atop the dog’s back and closed her eyes, allowing time to slip by her.

The door clicked open after a while and she listened to Damian’s familiar yell of “Manzil!” and Tim’s coo that, yes, they were home.

She yawned and buried her face in Frank’s fur despite the fact that the dog’s tail started wagging, making it very hard to find a still place to rest her eyes.

“And to think she used to be against getting a dog,” Tim mused, probably mostly to himself, the grin evident in his voice.

“Shut up, Tim,” she grumbled.

He only laughed a little, pressed a kiss into her hair, and then continued with his day.

Tim hummed idly as he scrubbed the dish in his hand, trying to remain calm despite the tiny spot that simply refused to be washed away.

But, eventually, a mix of hot water and soap and pure spite was able to get rid of it.

He held a hand out and smiled when Damian instantly set the next glass in his hand. Damian had always liked ‘helping’ him clean, but it never quite got old. There was a uniquely good feeling that came with developing small routines such as this, something that made otherwise mildly annoying tasks something he somewhat looked forward to.

Time slipped by and he absently worked his way through the dirty dishes.

Everything was normal.

Until Damian fumbled a plate.

Tim jumped at the sound of a plate crashing and immediately turned to look, the fork in his hand all but forgotten.

And then he sprung into action.

The fork clattered into the sink, but he barely cared about that. He grabbed Damian with soapy hands to drag him away from the shards, then stuck his leg out so Frank couldn’t inspect the glass.

His mind reeled. Marinette was still out getting groceries, which meant there was no one to keep Damian away while he cleaned. Maybe he could set him up with a movie? But it wasn’t a great idea to leave a kid this young alone, he was pretty sure –.

“THOSE BREAK?!” Damian asked, horrified.

The pure shock on Damian’s face was, apparently, exactly what Tim needed to snap out of his panic.

Giggles spilled from his lips as he nodded. “Yeah, they break, kiddo.”

Damian stared at him, eyes the size of the dinner plate he had just broken.

Then he looked back down at the shards. “Oh.”

Tim smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Marinette baked a lot. She didn’t really need an occasion to do it, though she was happy for the excuses that came with holidays. It was something she enjoyed, why would she relegate it to a few times a year?

Besides, ever since Damian had helped her create an ‘Elmer’ cake, he had gained an interest in helping her decorate the many cakes and cupcakes that came out of the oven… and she was, maybe, just a little bit soft. How was she supposed to just say ‘no’ when her kid was tugging on her pant leg just to make her meet his eyes so he could show her the (probably fake) tears gathered there?

She smiled faintly, leaning back against the counter as she watched Damian struggle to ice cupcakes. They would definitely end up with entirely too much frosting, from the looks of it, but it wasn’t like Marinette and Tim couldn’t just scrape it off.

(God, scraping the icing off of cupcakes is how you know you’re getting old.)

Frank came up next to her and she smiled, checking her hands over for frosting – Damian was seriously inaccurate – before petting the dog.

Damian beamed when he saw his pet and held out the cupcake he had just finished.

Marinette took it before the dog could take a bite, shaking her head. “No, Dami, dogs will get sick if they eat cupcakes.”

“But…” His lower lip trembled. “Frank…”

… and that’s how she ended up making pupcakes the next day. After all, she was, maybe, just a little bit soft.

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