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lalacliffthorne · 7 months

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Rhys is very strict when it comes to mandatory movie night at the flat. even in the face of a cold.

(*sighs contently* this idea was waiting in my drafts. a lovely anon reminded me of it, so it's only fair that it's next on the list of modern!batboys drabbles.)

There was a deep call of my name, and I sneezed.

The door to my room was pushed open, and when I raised my head, trying to keep my itchy, raw nose from twitching, Cassian appeared in the door, sending me an easy grin. "Evening, sweets."

I blinked at him, feeling another sneeze build in my chest. I must've been quite the sight, curled up in a hoodie Azriel had given me and I had not yet returned, buried under my blanket in my rumpled sheets, hair messy and nose probably red from all the sneezing, surrounded by an armada of used tissues.

When nothing happened, I cleared my throat and grinned weakly, my voice hoarse from coughing and slightly nasal when I mumbled: "Hi." Feeling my brows crunch, I stared at the bag in his hand. "What's that?"

"Rhys called earlier and said you were out of meds, so I went to get you some on my way back home." Cassian stepped over some clothes that were haphazardly thrown onto the floor, and I quickly held out my hand.

"No, no, don't, I don't - wanna get you sick."

Cassian just rolled his eyes good-naturedly and, completely ignoring the weak sound of protest I made, plopped onto the mattress, stretching out with a sigh and leaning against the headboard as he dropped the bag onto the blanket next to me.

Giving up on glaring at him, I leaned forward and pulled it towards me, sniffling lightly.

Something swelled and warmed under my ribs when I peaked into the bag and found not only medicine, but also tea, juice, a big family package of tissues, some chocolate -

Feeling my heart skip gently, I raised my head and felt emotion well in my chest, so much so, my voice was a bit thick when I stared at Cassian with crunched brows, feeling my bottom lip jut out as I sniffled. "Thank you."

Cassian smirked and winked at me. "You're welcome, sweets." He eyed the assortment of mugs on my nightstand next to him. "How are you feeling?"

"Like someone chewed me up and then spit me out again,", I grumbled, crunching my nose to suppress a sneeze and causing Cassian to grin.

"Hey."

I raised my head, and Rhys stuck his head into the room, frowning. "What are you doing?"

"Visiting the patient." Cassian sent him a toothy grin that widened when I hit him with a pillow, turning into a light smirk. "I think she's feeling better already."

I flipped him off.

Rhys grinned and opened the door wider to lean against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow. "Az should be back any moment, you two coming?"

I sniffled, frowning back at him. "Where?"

"The living room." Rhys squinted at me like he was questioning my sanity. "Does she have a fever?"

Cassian reached out, and I was too busy sniffling to slap his hand away when he pressed his palm against my forehead.

"Little warm, but I think that could just be my presence -" This time, the pillow hit him into the face, causing him to snort a deep laugh.

"Well, darling,", Rhys sent me a feline grin, "then you are not excused. It's Saturday." He winked easily. "Movie night."

Breathing out through my half clogged nose, I leaned my head against the wall, sending him a crooked grin. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I really don't wanna get you guys sick."

Rhys smirked. "I hate to break it to you, love, but you've been sneezing for days; I think that ship has sailed. We either already got it or won't get it at all."

I squinted. "I'm - not sure that's how it works."

Rhys' lips curved, and he raised a brow.

Returning his twinkling stare for a moment, I then breathed out slowly in resignation, but something warmed in my chest as I felt my lips curve and grumbled: "Fine..."

Rhys sent me a wink. "Thank you."

I snuggled into my blanket, sniffling as I pouted a little. "Do I have to get up?"

Cassian raised his brows when Rhys narrowed his eyes in thought, the twinkle in his iris suddenly becoming brighter.

"Actually,", he pushed off the doorframe, "I don't think you do."

Looking up at him in confusion, I watched Rhys' violet eyes sparkle as he raised a brow at me. "Unless you have something against all of us camping out in here?"

"Uhm -", I blinked.

"You might wanna tidy up a little though." The curve of Rhys' lips became wicked as he raised his brows, and when I followed his gaze, my ears heated at the sight of the underwear hanging out of a drawer.

Hastily, I flipped Rhys the bird, only causing him to sent me a mischievous wink while Cassian's head tipped back as his shoulders shook with laughter.

"Fuck off,", I grumbled, lightly kicking his shin, and Rhys chuckled and sent me a wide grin.

"I don´t think any of us would be complaining, but -"

"Do you want movie night or do you want me to lock myself in here?!" I desperately tried to hold back a laugh as I stared at him exasperatedly, my nose itching, and laughing, Rhys turned around.

"Sorry, love."

"Tosser,", I grumbled, sniffling.

Rhys called for Cassian before sticking his head back into the room, sending me a cheeky grin. "There's chicken noodle soup in the kitchen."

I glared halfheartedly at him and pushed my blanket to the side, and Cassian rose, still shaking with chuckles, even as I launched a pillow at him.

Shaking my head and fighting the grin pushing onto my face, I slowly started to pick up the clothes strewn around the room, tossing them into the dirty laundry basket. Sniffling, I threw away all the used tissues before shaking out my blanket and picking up as many of the used cups I could carry. Taking them into the kitchen, I returned to get the rest, barely suppressing a sneeze as I passed Cassian who carried both his and Rhys' duvet into my room. Looking after him with a confused frown, I blinked before huffing and shrugging, turning around to trudge back into the kitchen.

Even with my clogged up nose, I could smell the hearty scent coming from the big pot on the stove, and my stomach grumbled.

Taking the ridiculously huge mugs Mor had gotten me for my last birthday out of the cabinet, I was just putting the kettle on when I heard the front door open and close.

My heart skipped softly at the sound of boots being kicked off and the zipper of a jacket, and when I looked over my shoulder, something tipped over in my chest when Azriel appeared in the doorway. The tip of his nose was a little pink from the cool wind as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, his shoulders shifting under his black hoodie, then he raised his head, and something dipped lightly in my chest when he stilled a little.

I raised a hand and waved.

Azriel's lips slowly tipped upwards, and his iris seemed to begin twinkling a little as he slowly stepped into the kitchen, eyes moving over my face.

"Hey."

His deep, low voice caused my heart to tumble. I tried to hold in the tickling sensation suddenly building in my nose and opened my mouth - only to crunch my face and sneeze loudly into my elbow.

There was a deep snort that sent warmth through me, followed by footsteps, then something brushed against my elbow, and when I raised my head, nose tingling and eyes a little watery, my heart dipped and swerved as Azriel suddenly towered over me.

"Guess that makes the question about whether you're feeling better unnecessary." His cheek was creasing as he grinned lightly down at me, his eyes twinkling as he reached out, carefully brushing a strand of hair to the side that had gotten caught in my lashes.

Somehow managing to ignore the tilting feeling in my chest, I made a face at him, and Azriel's lips curved. The golden spots in his iris were dancing as his gaze moved over my face, a strand of dark hair falling into his forehead, and my breath hitched a little as I stared up at him, his body so close I swore I felt the warmth radiating off of him.

Azriel blinked, then he crunched his brows a little. "Why was Rhys carrying the projector into your room?"

Half an hour later, I was snuggled up in my blankets again, pillows stuffed into my back, legs pulled in a little as I carefully blew away the steam rising from my big mug with chicken noodle soup. On my left, Rhys was buried under his blanket, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head and violet eyes twinkling in the light of the projector I didn´t even know existed in our flat and that was humming softly at the foot of my bed, casting the opening credits onto the blank wall opposite of my bed.

A solid shoulder lightly pressed into mine, and my heart missed a beat, dipping and tilting.

Azriel was sitting on my right, long legs stretched out in front of him. The scent of his cologne was rising into my nose because of the proximity, and I could feel the warmth radiating from him. He had changed into sweatpants and a sweatshirt, his golden eyes bright, reflecting the light of the beamer. I could glimpse Cass on his other side, hair pulled back messily, arms folded comfortably over his chest and buried under his blanket.

The shadow of a crease formed in Azriel's cheek, then he turned his head, and my breath hitched when his warm breath brushed over my temple. Then his deep, low voice sounded right next to my ear in a soft mumble.

"You can keep that hoodie by the way."

My breath hitched; my eyes darting up quickly as I winced a little and opened my mouth to apologize sheepishly, but Azriel just huffed lightly and looked back ahead, the crease in his cheek deepening.

"It's okay." His lips curved a little. "It looks better on you anyway."

Staring up at him as something suddenly rose and fluttered wildly in my chest, I blinked, then I quickly turned my gaze back ahead. Biting down on the inside of my cheek to hold back the ridiculously bright smile trying to push onto my face, I snuggled deeper into the pillows, burying myself in Azriel's hoodie as I stared up at the images flashing over the wall. There was a steady, warm thrum under my ribs as I felt Azriel's shoulder press into mine, his solid body radiating warmth just like Rhys' on my other side, and my lips slowly curved into a soft, bright smile.

Then I crunched my nose to suppress a sneeze.

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pitviperofdoom · 9 months

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Jongerry prompt: reunion after one thought the other was dead?

Tim wasn’t sure what to make of the guy.

They met in an awkward almost-collision at the institute’s front door, Tim rearing back in surprise, the other flinching away from the sudden movement. He was lanky, and probably would’ve been tall without the permanent slouch to his spine. His hair was a dull shade of mousy brown, and looked like it had been hacked short with kitchen scissors. His clothes hung loose and ill-fitting on his body. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

Tim took a wild guess. “Here to make a statement?” he asked.

The man grimaced. “Maybe later.”

“I’d make it quick if I were you,” Tim chuckled, holding the door open for him. “Jon was in a good mood before lunch, and those don’t tend to last long.”

Halfway through the door, the man froze. “Who?”

“Jon Sims, the head archivist,” Tim said carefully. “He’s the one who takes statements, so…”

“Oh.” The man’s face was blank. “He’s… that’s… down in the archives, yeah?”

“I can show you how to get there?” Tim offered. Whatever statement this guy had, it must have been rough.

"Sure, thanks," the guy said distractedly.

In spite of the accepted offer, the guy quickly pulled ahead, and Tim found himself trailing behind as the scruffy stranger led the way to the basement stairs. Before long, he was jogging to keep up.

That was why, when the man suddenly stopped at the top of the steps, Tim crashed straight into his back.

"Hey, what did you—"

A hand closed tight around his arm, stopping him from shouldering past. The man had gone still, staring intently down the steps. There was nothing to see except the bottom of the stairs, and the mouth of the hallway that led to the archives.

"Smell that?"

Confused, Tim sniffed. At first all he could smell was dust and old paper, but then, beneath it, as if carried on a draft, came a familiar musty, wet stench.

"Damn worms," He muttered. "We've had a bit of an infestation—dunno if you saw them on your way in—"

"I'm gonna need you to shut up and go back outside," the man interrupted. "Maybe pull the fire alarm on your way out, get everyone out of the building."

"Excuse me?" Tim demanded. The man was already releasing him and moving on, so Tim grabbed him before he could make it two more steps. "Hey, what the hell are you—"

"Listen." The man turned, deftly winching his arm out of Tim’s grip. "I have had a very long day. I was hoping it would end with a long shower, a change of clothes, and a minimum twenty-minute hug from someone who means the world to me. Instead, there's something very nasty down there that I need to deal with. Kindly piss off."

Tim's blood ran cold. "You—you mean Prentiss is—" He stopped. He had a million questions, but maybe just this once they could wait. "My friends are down there."

The man spared a moment to look, if possible, even more exhausted than before. "Great. Fine. Stay close and don't fuck me."

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Tim's head swam with the gas. His body felt strangely detached as he heaved the fire extinguisher against the wall, again and again until he felt the plasterboard give way. His strange companion drew back as if preparing to do a run-up, and Tim hurled himself into the space and finally broke through.

His first view into the dimly lit storage room was of three familiar faces with varying levels of shock, alarm, and growing relief.

"Hey, guys!" Tim gasped out.

Sasha was already struggling to her feet; Tim was about to go in for a hug when he was roughly shoved out of the way. A gas canister landed on the floor with a heavy thunk as the stranger lurched his way past Tim.

A strangled cry broke the shocked silence, and it took Tim a moment to realize it had come from Jon. His friend was sitting on the floor, propped up against a stack of boxes, one leg wrapped in bloodstained bandages. He stared at the man in blank, silent shock.

The stranger moved as if to lunge, but stopped when Jon held up a shaking hand.

"Wait." Jon's voice broke. He was fumbling something out of his pocket, wincing when the movement jarred his leg. "Wait, just—"

"Mmhm," the man said in a strangled voice, fidgeting but staying where he was.

Jon finally wrestled his wallet out of his pocket, ripped it open, and pulled out a photo—a Polaroid? His eyes flickered between it and the man standing over him.

The wallet fell to the floor. With a sudden burst of energy, Jon heaved himself upright, and managed to stand for all of a second before his leg gave out and sent him pitching forward. The man caught him before he could fall and yanked him into a hug.

"What the fuck, Gerry," Jon choked out.

Sasha was eyeballing Tim frantically, but all Tim could do was shrug back.

"I'm sorry," the man—Gerry—mumbled, face buried in the side of Jon's neck.

"I thought—she told me that you—" Jon stared blankly over Gerry's shoulder, looking at the others without seeing them. "Where have you been?"

"Couple of hunters picked up our trail in the woods in Pennsylvania," Gerry answered. "We split up. They caught me. Didn't kill me, just… didn't let me leave either. Sorry I didn't contact you right when I escaped, I just—I was afraid I'd get your hopes up and get killed on the way home."

In the silence that followed, Martin let out a strangled "Um."

Jon jumped, and his teary eyes focused back on them. "Oh. Right. Er." He tried to pull back, without much success since Gerry was the only thing keeping him upright. "E-everyone, this is Gerry."

"You just finished telling us he was dead," said Sasha.

"Yes, well." Jon managed a watery smile. "I've been wrong before."

"We had a moment about it."

"Right." Without warning, Gerry reached down and swung Jon up into his arms in a bridal carry, ignoring Jon's squawk of protest. "Let's go. We can talk later—and we will be talking later—"

"Gerry!"

"Seriously, I turn around and you're fighting the Corruption with fire extinguishers, and you're the bloody Archivist."

"Put me down, you absolute—"

"No, you've got holes in your leg." Gerry shouldered past Tim and stepped back into the tunnel, carrying a disgruntled Jon with little apparent effort. "You three coming, or what?"

#the magnus archives #jongerry #gerard keay #tim stoker #jonathan sims #fanfiction #tales from the pit

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ms--lobotomy · 29 days

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I have a billion drafts and even more requests but I just downed an edible and I'm going to write a breeding fic before it kicks in. God Emperor help me. (Or a Chaos god, I'm not picky.)

Summary: If you are to build your family with The Lion, you are to build it soon.

Word Count: 1289

Content Warnings: SMUT (I take my holidays very seriously, happy Mating Press March), heavy breeding kink (you're welcome), female reader, implied hormone smelling stuff, I know belly bulge is anatomically incorrect but it's hot so I'm writing it, also probably praise kink too

Image Credit: @squishyowl

He'd had a little study built for you in his room, right next to his. Yours was used far more. On the rare occasions he sat down to do "work," he'd made it clear it was only because you were there. You'd preferred to work while in his lap when you could, but now he had a meeting to attend to. And who were you to steal him away from his legion?

You typed a little bit more, taking a sip of your drink. Just water this time. You normally liked your fruity drinks, alcoholic or otherwise, but today was not the day to do that. You paused, tapping the side of your desk. No more words were coming to you. You sighed, putting your head in your hands before pulling your head back.

You heard frantic footsteps before too long. You immediately turned back in your chair, grabbing the back of it with your dominant hand. There was only one person those footsteps could belong to.

"Lion?"

The door swung open as if he were trying to break the ornate wood. He was inhumanly large and imposing without his armor, but with it he was even more befitting of the title of demigod. A grumpy expression graced his features... no, this wasn't exactly grumpy. You couldn't put a finger on it. He was gazing at you intently, and you locked eyes for a slight second before he rushed at you.

You barely had time to get out of your chair before he scooped you up, holding you close to him. Before you could ask what was going on, he practically tossed you on the bed.

"Disrobe. Now."

"Ex... excuse me?" you asked as he practically tore off his pauldrons and threw them to the floor. They rolled away and made a clinking noise against the wall.

"If we are to start a family," he said, "we are to make haste."

A soft "oh" escaped your lips, and you immediately started to unbutton your shirt. You looked over at your husband, who was tearing off his body glove. He was well endowed, but you hadn't the time to look. You instead looked down at your shirt and unbuttoned it even faster, pulling it off of you before Lion grabbed your hips and slid you further into the bed.

You yelped as his hands immediately moved to your wrists. He held you down to the bed as it bucked slightly under him. He pressed a kiss to your lips, careful not to bite too hard on your bottom lip. You let a little noise escape you as he moved your wrists above your head. After a few moments, he moved away to trail kisses down your neck. They weren't enough to draw blood, but you could tell quite a few of them were going to leave a mark.

"Lion--" you moaned, running your hands through the part of his hair not tied back. You gripped him tight to you, but not tight enough to hold him down for very long.

He said nothing, running his teeth along your nipple. He was holding your wrists together with one hand, and slipping the other under your pants to rub you with one of his fingers. He looked down at you with that same grim determination on his face before he went to your other nipple, leaving his mark before he slid himself down you.

He pulled your pants and undergarments down. You winced, anticipating the same tearing of garments as what befell his body glove, but he pulled them down much more gently, casting them aside before going to work on your underwear. His head was between your legs faster than you could account for, and the entrance of his tongue drew a sharp gasp from you.

He said nothing, but ran his tongue all along you. You wrapped your legs around his head, crying out. His hands were slightly above your hips, at the small of your waist, holding you to the bed. They threatened to bruise, but Lion was showing enough self-restraint to make sure that was not going to be the case. After a while he relented, pulling his head away from between your legs.

"Are you ready to mother my sons?" he asked, cupping your face with his hand. His thumb trailed down your cheek.

"Yes, sir," you said, as you felt something press up against your entrance. He took your ankles in his hands and folded you back, threatening to break you in half.

He pushed himself in, stretching you out on him. You let out a sharp cry, and he pushed his fingers in your mouth, muffling you. He went in deeper, as you moaned against his fingers and your eyes went shut.

"I am going to fill you up," he grunted.

You opened your eyes, your eyebrows knit. He rarely, if at all, talked while you were sleeping together.

"This will be the first of many children you will bear me."

You tried to formulate a response, but all that came out was a loud moan against his fingers. He pulled his fingers out. He was in all the way to the hilt now. There was a slight bulge in your abdomen. He throbbed inside of you.

"I could not have asked for a better mother to my children," he said.

If you weren't putty underneath him before, you had absolutely melted by now. Your hands brushed his torso. You looked at him, and he looked back at you as he started to pull out. "Thank you," you managed to choke out.

He thrust his way back into you, prompting a little squeal from you. Even now you knew he was holding back as his expression softened and he ran a thumb along the side of your face again. He blocked out the light of the room, casting a shadow over you befitting of a demigod. He sped up, eliciting squeals of delight from you before you soon came onto him.

He kept you squealing like this practically all night. Lion was gifted legendary endurance, and you had been chosen to witness it firsthand. He'd occasionally muttered sweet nothings to you about the family you were to build. After a while, his face became strained and his movements became frantic. You were limp on the bed, face scrunched up in pleasure and doing your damnedest to pull your lover down close to you.

"Soon," he said. Even as his little wife, you couldn't normally read him, but there was a look of adoration in his eyes that he rarely let slip. He stopped one last time, letting himself throb inside you once more as he pumped you full. You let out a little cry, turning your head to the side before Lion turned it back.

"Look at you," he said, before softly saying your name. Even now, it sent shivers down your spine. "You're a mother now."

You panted as he came down close to you, wrapping his arms around you as he kept himself in there a little longer. After a few moments he pulled himself out, sticky fluid leaking from you.

"Let me clean you off," he grunted, getting off of you. For a few moments you lay there, the cool air hitting you again, before he returned. He held you there gently as he wiped the excess off of you.

"There we go."

He lay himself on the bed and rolled you over, situating you on his bare chest. He pressed you close to him, running his large hand along your back. You exhaled and leaned into him as he ran his other hand through your hair.

"Well done, Mother of Angels."

#warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #lion el'jonson x reader #reader insert #lion el'jonson #warhammer x reader #ok im not going to lie the edible did hit while i was writing but like i needed another debuff tbh #i would be too powerful had i not taken it #mating press march

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mishaandthebrits · 1 year

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The best things in life are better with you - (Pierre Gasly x Reader) ⭐️

This has been in my drafts forever and I just found it again 😅 so please enjoy 😂🙈

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Reader

Word Count: 941

Summary: Pierre and you have a little secret.

Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, Cute Pierre, might make you feel incredibly lonely

Pierre and you went way back. Your mothers had been friends, so the two of you grew up best friends as well. It was quite usual to find one in the others house when you grew up and even now it was unusual for you two to be far from each other. Well, unless he was in the car of course.

"I'm back.", you heard Pierre speak as he entered the room of his driver room after the media duties of the day. With a smile you locked your iPad and looked up at him.

"How was it? Did they have rumors again?", you laughed referring to the enormous amount of times the press had speculated that the both of you were in an intimate relationship.

"None this time.", he chuckled and sat down on his bed. "What're you watching? Please tell me its not that weird crime show again..."

"Excuse you?! Criminal Minds is a wonderful show and Dr. Spencer Reid is really hot!", you gasped jokingly. This was a recurring topic for you two, he jokingly bullied you for your taste in television shows and you returned the favor with his hobbies.

He rolled his eyes but had a grin on his face still. "Have you done anything nice today?", he then questioned kicking his feet up to get a little more relaxed after standing around for long doing interviews.

"Not really. Edited a few photos, scheduled some posts, replied to comments, you know, the usual.", you shrugged and got up to sit beside him. "Oh! I did read a new joke! What lies on the bottom of the ocean and twitches?"

"I don't know Y/N, but I'm sure you will tell me soon.", your best friend tilted his head watching you.

"A nervous wreck.", you replied with a giggle. It took a moment but Pierre did grin after a bit.

"Where do you always find those?", he laughed and shook his head.

"Online.", you grinned and pulled on his shoulder so his head landed in your lap. Raising your hands you started gently playing with his hair. You knew he loved that and it always helped him calm down.

"You really have to sleep more.", you mumbled and shook your head.

"I know I know... But you know I always sleep better with you beside me.", Pierre whispered back and looked at you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Text me then, I'll come over! You know, for purely selfish reasons... After all I don't want your mum to hate me if you have an accident because you're too tired.", you smiled and kept stroking his hair.

"Of course, we do wanna keep my mum happy.", he smiled knowing you way too well to believe your reasoning.

Ever since you were teenagers both of your mums hoped you would end up as a couple and well, it slowly did start to look that way.

"They tease me, you know? Daniel, Lando, even Lewis.", Pierre whispered after a while. You had actually thought he was asleep, but apparently he still had something on his chest.

"About what?", you frowned after he didn't continue speaking.

"You.", he laughed quietly confusing you even more. "You and me to be exact. They think we should be together by now and I obviously didn't tell them the truth. They would never let us hear the end of it."

"Do you think so? I think they would be happy for you. For us. Plus, I really just want to hold your hand and kiss you when we are around our friends.", you smiled softly making him look at you wide eyed. So far it had always been you that was against telling everyone of your friends, excluding Charles. Both of you just couldn't hide anything from him.

"Are you sure?", he asked with a small smile that widened further once he saw your nod.

"If you want, I'm ready to share us with the world. I love you and I know you love me too, so whenever you are ready.", you explained and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Do you think our mums will hate us if I post yesterdays photo on Instagram and don't tell them first?", he chuckled pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"I don't think so. I'm pretty certain they've known for months.", you laughed and kept stroking his hair while he typed on his phone.

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y/n_dubois: I love you so much mon amour <3

danielricciardo: I KNEW IT! HA! FINALLY!

-> landonorris: Mate! Read the caption!

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-> y/n_dubois: Thank you Yukino <3

-> yukitsunoda0511: You spend too much time with him.

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"Okay yeah, from the comments they are absolutely not going to let us see the end of this.", you chuckled while he still laid there with his head on your legs.

"Probably not, but at least we can show everyone how happy we are now.", Pierre smiled and gave you a soft kiss when the both of you heard a knock on the door. "Come in."

"Hey you two lovebirds.", Charles spoke as he entered the room with a grin and sat down on one of the chairs. "So, finally public hm?"

"I guess so.", Pierre laughed without sitting up and looked at his best friend.

"Charlotte was really excited when she saw the post.", Charles smiled and pulled his phone out of his pocket to show you the messages she had sent him earlier.

"Awww, this is so cute! You two really are our number one supporters.", you giggled after reading the texts and handed the phone back. "Should I also post something? What do you think?"

"That would be so cute ma petit fleur.", Pierre smiled only to hear Charles fake throw up besides the both of you.

"Disgusting.", he laughed only for you and Pierre to join right away.

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y/n_dubois: You are the people that have made me who I am today. The best things in life are better with you by my side. pierregasly Charles_leclerc charlottesiine

danielricciardo: I don't know which post is cuter. Your's or pierres

landonorris: How the heck were you able to hide this for so long when you are this cute?!

->y/n_dubois: Crazy right? I wonder myself honestly

charles_leclerc: disgusting.

->charlottesiine: 😂

->y/n_dubois: 😂

-> pierregasly: We love you too mate

lewishamilton: You two are really sweet together. Cant wait to see you more often!

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coffeehighallthetime-blog · 8 months

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I am kind, not Complacent chpt 1,{next}

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Heimdall gow x fém! Reader

hi all, this is a Heimdall x reader fic that I was inspired to write thanks to the very kind and talented @engardeitsme I want to thank you for reading my draft and encouraging me to share this with people.

synopsis: You are a little goddess of peace, alone for so long, fearing interacting with the outside world may just make things worse. odin hears of your existence and finds that you may be of use to him, but what will happen when he finds out that peace to you means freedom and fighting for what's right? what will he do as you, just a child, turn his allies against him? turn his son against him?

the reader will be a child for a few chapters, mute at times (spoilers) and the first few chapters will also be a back story before the events of Ragnorok, but we will get there as it is based on the game's plot! aka: Don't worry, there will be some adult pining as well, maybe smut??( idk what I'm doing) and you will see Atreus and Mimir, and Kratos and the rest of our found family.

please enjoy and let me know if you like this and want more because my plan is to write a pretty long story with multiple chapters and I enjoy positive enforcement :..)

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“Excuse me?” a timid voice whispered from the large wooden chest being hoisted between two winged warriors. The moonlight of Vaneheim shone through the keyhole, and YN could only guess the direction they were headed from her memory of the woods. She knocked on the inside of the box on the side of one of her captors. “E-excuse me?” she mumbled a bit louder, “ Um, where are we going? You shouldn’t take me too close to people. And I-it’s starting to feel a bit cramped in here-” A slam came from her left, cutting her off with a start and she held her breath.

“Shut your mouth, Serpent Tongue.” A voice of the Valkerie on her left boomed. YN sighed through her nose and sat silently, her little fingers squeezing into fists and resting on her thighs as she curled up tighter into the cramped chest. Her heart shuttered the farther they got away from her camp, and she could only hope that wherever she was going, she would be able to talk her way out of it and go back to solitude. It was best that way.

Suddenly, the marching of the two Valkeries stopped, and the rushing sound of wind and the screeching of ravens rang in YN’s ears.

The chest rattled, and sweeping darkness fluttered over the moon’s light streaming through the keyhole. YN shut her eyes tightly, covering her ears as the screeching and wings got louder and louder until suddenly there was silence. Not eery, or deafening, but somehow suddenly calm and warm. YN slowly uncovered her ears, willing her eyes to open even slightly. A warm stream of candlelight and the sweet smell of juniper berries and oak came from the keyhole. She slowly rolled onto her knees and peeked out to see where she had been taken. The room was vast and stacked from floor to ceiling with books. Scrolls lay sprawled across a large wooden desk, and she could hear a fire crackling to the left. The screeching of a chair’s legs against the wood floor took her attention, and as she tried to peek at who it was, she gasped; the chest being dropped about a foot onto the floor.

“All-father,” the Valkyries stood rigidly at attention, “We have captured the girl, as requested.” The bottom half of a blue robe, embroidered in intricate golden threads and beading was all YN could see come into view and she swallowed thickly as he stood only a few feet from where she was.

“Wha- she’s in there? The poor thing must be terrified, let her out at once!” He commanded, knocking on the top of the chest, “ I’m so sorry, dear child!” Odin apologized as the Valkyrie on the right unlocked the chest and both Valkyries lifted the top open. Inside, YN winced at the sudden flood of light and hid her face in her hands. Odin crouched down gently, resting his hands on the edge of the box. He waited patiently for the little girl to raise her head, peeking slightly at the man who just smiled down at her. “ I’m so sorry, child. I sent my valkyries because I knew they could be trusted with bringing you here unharmed, but I suppose I forgot to explain that you were to be treated as a guest,” he glared at one, “and not a suspect.” he glared at the other. They stayed unmoving, staring straight ahead. He sighed and turned his attention back to the little girl in the chest. “ You are here now, though, and you are safe now.” He said finally, reaching out a hand for her to grab. She stared at him for a moment and down at his hand, before slowly grabbing it and allowing him to help her from the chest.

“Thank you…” she whispered finally as she got her footing on the wood floor. She still couldn’t look away from their hands as she spoke again. “Am I… in trouble? I apologize if I’ve done anything to upset you.” she froze at the sudden booming laughter of the man in front of her.

“ Trouble? Of course not, sweet girl. But you are very well-spoken, may I just say!”

“Thank you, sir.”

“ You may call me All-Father.” he offered with a pat on her hand. She nodded apprehensively but responded in any case.

“Thank you, All-Father. You may call me YN,” she said instead, bowing a bit lower. Odin tutted and tucked a finder under the girl's chin, making their eyes meet.

“ Now, now. None of that.” he stood tall and with a wave of his hand, the Valkeries dismissed themselves, and YN and Odin were left alone in his study. Odin turned to walk back behind his desk and took a seat, ushering the girl to sit in front of him. She obliged, crawling onto the large chair and letting her feet dangle off the floor, barely able to see Odin over the desk. The man chuckled softly and leaned in closer, resting his elbows on a stack of scrolls. “Do you know why you’re here, YN?”

She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No, sir. But I hope I can help in some way, so that I may return home. It is best you keep me away from others.” Odin chuckled again, pointing at her.

“That. That’s why—quite the negotiator. You are very well-spoken, YN, and you are so small. Did your family teach you such good manners?” he questioned, already knowing the answer.

“No sir, my family passed away long ago, I’ve been on my own for a bit now.”

“Hm… and how long is a bit?”

“ 3 years in the spring, sir,” she said a bit too quickly. She had been counting every day she had been alone since she could remember. She was truly just a tot when it happened. Only remembering the screams and the flame of her village burning to the ground. She remembered sobbing over her mother’s corpse and promising to never let any needless bloodshed happen again. She didn’t realize her grief was so strong it had cursed her with immortality and the responsibility to hold up her end of the bargain. And though she tried her best to learn and meditate, no one took a little girl asking them to stop fighting seriously. Godly rage in the hands of an emotional child caused more harm than good, turning entire civilizations into mindless drones. No bloodshed, but no soul either. She went into hiding soon after, thinking it better for people to fight for what they believed in, rather than being complacent.

“And you don’t look a day over 12 years.” Odin broke her out of deep thought and she only nodded.

“My… aging has slowed since my family has passed...” She spoke slowly, starting to understand the circumstances.”... you know who I am, don’t you, sir? What I am…” She simply watched as Odin stroked his beard, seeming to ponder what to say next.

“ I do…you are the young goddess of logic, strategy, protection…peace. You seek nothing but peace… And do you know who I am?” He questioned. YN paused for a moment, looking around the room before meeting his gaze once again, “ You are someone important… but I do not know beyond that, I am sorry…” Odin nodded again.

“ I am Odin, the All-Father. Kind of the Asir Gods. it is my job to protect Asgard and the rest of the 9 realms.”

“Odin…” The girl let the name linger on her tongue and realization made her go ridged. “Yes… Yes, I have heard of Odin… are we in Asgard? I thought it wasn’t allowed for people like me.”Odin laughed at this, shaking his head in amusement.

“Yes for our protection I have closed us off from the other realms. But you are a guest. You’ve been alone for a long time.” He stated.

“Yes, sir. I know nothing much outside of Vaneheim, and I have spent little time talking to people enough to understand what is happening in the realms. The easiest way to keep peace for me… is to keep space…”

“Mmh…” he hummed, hinting he wanted some elaboration. The girl nodded and continued,

“ I have found that when I speak… when I speak with people and I’m not careful… they become, uhm… empty?” she tried the word on her tongue, “they don’t act the same. Like ghosts just passing by each other. There is no war or hunger… but there is also no life…” she explained, starting to lose her train of thought. “I just don’t know what I’m doing…” she whispers finally. Odin nods and straightens himself to look down at YN.

“ I’ve been keeping my eye on you for a while, dear child. You seemed so alone, it was heartbreaking…Are you lonely?”

“Yes.” She spoke, without hesitation, not even quite realizing her own words until they rang in her ears. She stiffened in realization, but slowly relaxed into her seat, fidgeting with her hands. “Yes, I am…I don’t run into people much… and Skoll and Hati are a great company, but I miss… I miss my family…” she all but whispered at last, her lip quivering as she came to the realization this was the longest conversation she’s had in nearly 50 years. A blink of an eye in her immortal life, but long and unbearable just the same. She was, after all, only a child. Odin took a moment to listen and let the girl sit in silence before standing up slowly and walking up to her before crouching at her side.

“ I have been watching over you… and how deeply you care for every breathing creature around you so much that you find the strength to stay away is something deeply admirable. You are a very powerful, YN. And I think if you stayed here with me… I would be able to help you use your power to help Asgard build strong connections with all the realms, to create peace everywhere, without fear that you may be manipulating people with your words.”

YN looked up to meet Odin’s gaze and rubbed a tear welling up in her eye. The idea that she may be able to help so many people. May be able to stop needless bloodshed. And to do so without taking away people's free will. It made her heart thrum with hope for the first time in years.

“You think you can teach me?” she asked softly, rubbing under her nose. Odin smiled, resting his withered hand on her head. “Teach me to help people? To help build relationships and… and keep their souls whole?”

“With my help?” Odin asked dramatically, “ Absolutely.”

YN’s heart pumped fast in her chest and she couldn't stop herself from throwing her little arms around Odin’s neck, pressing her teary eyes into his shoulder. He stiffened, staring at the girl clinging to him, before relaxing with a chuckle and patting her back. She knew better than to trust strangers, but for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone.

“We will talk more soon, but now it is late. Let me show you to your room, There is a hot meal waiting for you, and we don’t want it to get cold now, do we?” He held her at arm's length by the shoulders and helped her whip her tears with the end of his robe. She could only nod as she tried to subside her gently sobbing and Odin stood tall, guiding her with a gentle hand on her head to the upstairs level of the lodge. It was mostly quiet, with gentle murmurs coming from a room here or there. The candlelight felt so calming and YN took this moment to just take in the grandness of the lodge.

“ It’s so big…” she whispered. Odin snickered and ruffled her hair.

“I suppose it is, isn’t it?” he stopped in front of a large oak door at the end of the hall with gold inlay and burnt carvings. He swung the door open to reveal and gently lit the room, Simple yes, but to YN? It was the picture of comfort. I fireplace in one corner, a large queen bed in the other piled with a stack of fine furs with a corner table. A bowl of stew steamed and being cooled by a light breeze flowing through the window. Finally, her eyes landed on two shelves, one full of books and one full of weapons.

“Weapons?” she looked at them quizzically. Odin simply nodded as he led her to her bed, pulling the small table closer so she could start eating.

“ yes. You will be taught to hone your brains, but every Asgardian god must learn to fight. It’s an unfortunate precaution. But it’s because I care so deeply for my family.” YN, swallowing a piping mouthful and staring at Odin with eyes wide as dinner plates.

“Family… me?”

Odin just smiled in return leaning town to tuck a stray hair behind the girl’s ear and kissing the top of her head.

“Get some rest, sweet girl.” With that, Odin walked to the door and bowed before taking his leave. As he shut the door and turned, he could see piercing pink eyes staring from the room across the way. “Heimdall?” he questioned, and was met by the embarrassed gasp of the little boy who had been caught red-handed. Odin sauntered over to the door and the door opened wider, revealing a young boy who looked about twelve, with a mop of golden blond hair and bright rosy sapphire eyes, freckles showing in the candlelight. The boy bowed deeply.

“I’m sorry, All father. I heard noises…different ones I mean.” He stated, not looking his father in the eyes. He seemed to wince now and then, as a barrage of noises and conversations pounded into his ears. Odin patted his head lightly and Heimdall looked up, trying not to show his nervousness. “Who is that girl?”

“A guest, Heimdall. She’ll be staying with us for a while.”

“A guest… do you think she can be trusted, All-father?” Heimdall looked nervously beyond his father’s figure, staring at the door and listening to what could be happening. There was the clinking of a spoon hitting the bottom of a bowl, the crackle of a dying fire, and a soft hum that seemed to soothe his trembling the more he focused on it. He looked back as his father chortled.

“ I suppose I’ll leave that up to you. She can be of great use to us as a mediator, and she seems eager to help if it means she can learn her powers. But only time will tell.” Heimdall nodded, wringing his hands together nervously as he spoke up again.

“ Do you think… we could be friends, All-Father?”

“Friends? My boy, I’m sorry but I can’t have you getting too distracted. It would be best if you could read her mind and be done with it. If only you were improving faster.” He tsked and Heimdall lowered his head.

“And besides,” Odin continued, “ She will have her own studies to focus on.” Heimdall’s shoulders drooped at the answer and he nodded, meekly. Odin sighed, pinching his temple in slight annoyance before putting on another smile and resting a hand on his Son’s shoulder. “Listen… I will introduce you two, and maybe I can have you two do some combat training here or there. This will allow you the opportunity to learn more about her; do some intel work for me, hm? But you have a very important role to fulfill, Heimdall, I can’t let you lose sight of that. Alright?” Heimdall perked up slightly and nodded.

“Yes, All-father. Thank you, All-father. I promise I won’t get distracted,” he bowed deeply and retreated behind his bedroom door. “Good night, All-Father.”

Heimdall spun from the door, his little bare feet carrying him to his bed where he tucked himself into his furs. He would learn more about the girl with the soft voice tomorrow.

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YN woke to the sound of bustling outside her door. She rubbed her eyes, listening to the heavy footfalls of leather boots and the clatter of daggers and axes dangling off belts. She took in the noise of people talking and shouting down the hall, the sound of sparing outside her window, and what sounded like staff calling out to each other while running errands. She rubbed her tired eyes, stretched her arms high above her head, and flopped deeper into the furs, opening her eyes to look at the ceiling. The more she listened, the more it made her nervous; the thought she was so close to so many people. Her lips pressed tight, she sighed through her nose to ease her nerves.

“ Just don’t try to fix anything…” She mumbled to herself. She didn’t know where she was and how long she would be here, and though Odin had been welcoming and explained that being locked in the chest was a gross misunderstanding, she couldn’t shake a feeling of unnerve hidden under the warmth she felt being in a soft bed and being fed kind words. She learned long ago to never trust first impressions, but being paranoid wouldn’t help either. She felt her body start to shiver but caught herself, frowning and smacking her cheeks lightly to knock out the nerves. “Everything will be fine.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Ah!” she yelped and sprang up from her bed to see a maid had made herself comfortable in YN’s room. The maid paid no mind to the girl’s scream, simply walking over to the window to open it, letting a cool breeze in.

“I was wondering when you would finally wake up. Goodness, I only checked five different times this morning! The whole lodge is awake now and you are supposed to be at the training grounds in 30 minutes!” She was an older woman; round and soft with a simple dress that skated across the floor and a tattered apron covered in what looked like coffee stains and dust. She had rough brown hair with lightened streaks that showed her age. Crow's feet pulled at the corners of her eyes and she had permanent worry marks on her forehead. Despite that and her fast pace, she gave off a comforting aura that made YN feel safe. She hustled about, grabbing a shirt and a pair of trousers from a wooden cabinet, she set them on the bed and the girl's feet. “My name is Maliorn; you can call me Mal, Do not call me “maid” or I will smack you,” she warned. “Quickly now, grab these and come with me. I need to get you in the bath and dressed in 20 minutes.”

“Oh, ok, but-whoa!” The maid ushered her out of the hall and pushed her towards a grand bathroom. “W-wait I’m sorry I don’t understand can I at least-” YN yelped as she was shoved yet again.

“No time, we are far too behind for questions. Hurry, hurry, hurry!” YN felt eyes around staring at her, most likely because she was an unfamiliar face being corralled into a bath and trying and failing to get a word in. Before the maid slammed the door, YN saw bright pink eyes stare back into hers, the boy’s shoulders shaking in laughter at her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and she couldn’t do much but hide her face in her clothes. Mal huffed as YN simply froze and ushered her to the bath. “None of that now. I wouldn’t have to rush you if you had just woken up earlier. Clothes off please.”

“I didn’t know I needed to, I’ve never had a schedule before,” YN explained, pulling her nightshirt off over her head. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

“Just Mal, dear,” Mal stated, picking YN up from under her arms and dropping her into the bath. YN gasped, shivering and trying to crawl out before Mal pushed her back and poured a pitcher of ice-cold water onto her head, grabbing shampoo.

“It’s f-freezing!” YN whined, shaking like a leaf as Mal pulled her sopping hair from her face and scrubbed any grime from it.

“Tch, well it would have been warm if you were awake when I drew it.” Mal teased with a smile, pouring another pitcher of water to wash the suds out. After a more thorough scrub down than YN would have liked, Mal pulled her out of the bath, tossing her a soft towel. “Hurry and get dressed. If you are quick you may be able to grab some bread from the great hall before I take you to the training grounds. Do NOT,” mal pointed a finger at the girls forehead “ go to the great hall alone. Find me and I will get you something to eat.” With that, Mal slipped out of the room, most likely to run off and take care of her other duties while she waited for YN to get dressed. The girl finally took the first deep breath since she woke up and pulled on her black trousers and green tunic, tying in the back around her waist to stop any bunching. She used leather straps to tighten the cloth of her shirt to her wrists, as well as her trousers around her ankles. She wrapped a final piece around her hair into a ponytail and ran off to try and find Mal.

YN ended up wandering into the great hall, The smell of fresh bread and lingonberry jam, sausage and lamb roast, porridge and honey, and even sweet almond cakes made her mouth water. She followed it to a main table, crowded by people nearly stacked on top of each other. Warriors in the morning were desperate to eat their fill before going off to train, and as a result, there were stronger warriors at the forefront hoarding food while others pushed against the table to grab at anything they could find. This caused fresh loaves, cakes, butter, and jam jars to topple off the table in a waste, causing more problems of ‘I was going to eat that!’ and ‘You owe me a new pair of boots, worm!’.

YN was able to dissect the entire situation and how it could be fixed, but shook her head. ‘No’ she thought ‘I can’t intervene on my first day. I just need to grab something and leave.’ With that, YN tried her best to squeeze between the crowds of people swarming the table to get some food. She huffed and tried again to move past the large lumbering bodies, her heart beating faster as the crowd’s shouting made her lose her bearings. She started to panic at the yelling and lack of space and gasped as she was grabbed by the hair and yanked to the side.

“Oy, I’m not done yet, vermin.” A man sneered down at her, his face caked in the oils of sausage links and jam. He spoke with his mouth full, sputtering food, and cackled as YN whipped her face from flying crumbs before turning back to his food. YN scowled, feeling something primal bubble up deep inside her. Letting her frustration get the better of her, YN took a deep breath before tugging on the leg of the einherjar who had grabbed her not a moment ago. He whipped around at her, snarling in annoyance.

“What do you want, you little rat?” the man sneered. YN blinked her big eyes and smiled up shyly at the hulk of a man.

“I’m very sorry, sir, but I’m having some trouble getting to the food table. Don’t you think it would be better if everyone simply took turns grabbing what they needed and then taking a seat?” Her voice seemed to echo and carry through the great hall like a song, and the shouting and clamoring started to quiet as people listened to her “suggestion”. The man in front of YN seemed to get clouded vision as he nodded slowly, his features relaxing as he finally swallowed his food and moved to the side so she could get to the table, others following suit, humming in agreement at the suggestion. The girl smiled and grabbed a loaf of warm bread, breaking it open and watching the steam ripple from the inside. She hummed as she slathered it with butter and jam and folded it back closed. Turning back, she bowed slightly at the crowd slowly surrounding her.

“Thank you, now I will take my leave and let someone else go. See? Isn’t that much better?” the girl asked with a smile, going to suck some jam off her thumb.

“Yes… You are right. So sorry, goddess…” She froze at the title, her thumb still in her mouth. She quickly popped it out and shook her head. ‘I did it again…’ she thought in a panic. YN swallowed thickly and waved her hands in the air.

“N-nevermind! It was a dumb idea, do what you want!” In a split second everyone seemed to regain their senses. The warrior she had spoken to blinked back his foggy haze and focused back down at her, glaring.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? I wasn’t done eating yet, you little runt!” She gasped as he reached out his arm to snatch at her, and yelped when she was suddenly pulled by her scruff from the crowd. She was all but dragged outside and whipped around to a panicked Mal, who grabbed her face and scanned her body.

“My goodness, are you alright?!” Mal sighed as the girl nodded and then put on a scowl. “I thought I told you to come find me. The great hall is no place for you to be going alone, they’re all animals in there. ESPECIALLY in the mornings! The bunch of heathens.” Mal scolded YN until she noticed the girl's shy form looking meakly down at her bread. She sighed and patted her head before putting a hand on her back and leading her towards the training ground. “Now now, no use crying over spilled milk. I’m glad you got something to eat, you’ll need it. Hurry and wolf that down while you can.” YN nodded and took a bite of her breakfast, humming at the soft texture of the bread and sweet jam. She looked towards the training grounds and focused on a small boy, about her age. His golden hair shimmered in the morning sun as he moved swiftly against his opponent, a large lumbering man with fiery red hair. The boy turned, feeling YN’s eyes on him, scowled as he met her gaze. The girl frowned in return. ‘What’s his problem?�� she thought, suddenly feeling anxious at having to interact with someone who held such obvious disdain on his face.

Heimdall clicked his tongue as he focused more on her, trying to hear her thoughts, but couldn’t focus when they were so far apart. He didn’t pay enough attention to dodge a blow to the back of the head from the man he was sparing.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, glaring up at his brother, “ Hey, I wasn’t ready!” he snapped. The young man rolled his eyes, tossing his hammer lazily in his hand. He was nearly seven feet tall and still growing. His hair was tied back in two braids and a bun, and the scruff of his beard was just long enough for a single short braid.

“Pay attention, brat. I have more important things to do than teach you how to swing a sword around. The least you could do is pay attention,” he looked down at Heimdall and smirked, “and stop making it so obvious you’re trying to read minds. It’s pathetic.” Heimdall gritted his teeth.

“I’m already more useful than you, Thor. All you’re good for is throwing your weight around!” he snapped back. Thor stopped tossing his hammer and instead harshly held it under his brother’s chin, making him strain to look up at him.

“Better than being a sniveling little monster who can’t even use his gifts without sobbing like a baby. Should I tell All-Father about a few nights back? When you wept for hours because “it was just too loud to sleep~” Thor made a mocking whimper as he impersonated Heimdall and his last episode. Heimdall shivered at the mention of the All-Father and what he would do if he found out Heimdall had been crying from the voices in his head again. Thor continued, “At least I do what I was made for. I can fight, and you can barely do that.”

“Yes, I can!”

“Oh yeah?” Thor looked over at the girl coming closer to the training ground. Odin had already told him he was going to be given another brat to babysit and was dreading it until now. He smirked as he looked back down at Heimdall. “That little runt has probably never fought in her life. I bet you can’t even beat her.” Heimdall looked back towards the girl and then up at his brother.

“Is that a wager?” he smirked. Thor snorted.

“Sure. if you can best her, I’ll tell Father you’ve been improving much faster these past few days. If you can’t beat her, then…” Thor strokes his beard as he ponders a punishment then shrugs, “I’ll tell the All-Father about your most recent tantrum.” Heimdall’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“You can’t be serious!”Thor simply stood straight and crossed his arms.

“I mean, if you don’t think you can do it-”

“Of course, I can!” the boy snapped, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Thor snickered and held out his hand.

“It's a bet then.” Heimdall scowled and put his little hand in his brother's. He wasn’t going to lose to some little girl from who knows where. He was an Aseir prince. And no one would know about the things that keep him up at night. Not even the All-Father.

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prettyboysun · 6 months

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choi line as songs on ctrl

choi line as songs on sza's ctrl album bcus that's my favorite album in the world oh lawd.

(this has been sitting in the drafts for more than 3 months dw tae and kai I’ll come back for y’all <3 warnings: cursing, crying, fwb!yeonjun is a warning in itself, angst in beomgyu n yeonjuns, I just had to mention that soobin likes to get his hair pulled LOL

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yeonjun - drew barrymore you lay undressed in yeonjuns arms. savoring the presence of his warm body and perfectly sculpted hands rubbing and massaging at any places that might've been sore from his rough endeavours with you. you rolled over with a small grunt upon hearing your phone notification go off. "sorry junnie, gotta go" you began to sit up and search for your scattered clothes after checking your phone. yeonjun propped himself up with one elbow, watching you as you began to get dressed. "is it one of your other hoes?" he asked playfully with a smirk on his face. you snort at his comment. "I wish. you're forgetting I don't pull as much as you do, choi yeonjun." you say with a playful emphasis on his name. "awww it's okay, I know I'm your favorite." yeonjun sighs as he closes his eyes and cozies up into bed again. you immediately laugh incredulously and tell him to shut up. the fact that you couldn't even deny it just slightly scared you.

✵ "can't you just stay the night?" "you know I can't y/n" yeonjun runs his fingers through his hair. you could tell he was getting frustrated from you constantly trying to keep him for the night. "it's because you're going to see them aren't you." you manage to squeak our as you look to the corner of the room, biting at your bottom lip from embarrassment. damn you and your jealousy. you could see yeonjuns back pause his movements for a second before going to collect the rest of his things. you thought he was going to ignore your question and leave. "it's none of your business y/n" he says to you right before shutting the door and leaving. what hurt you more than his words was the cold expression he had on his face. yeonjun was usually full of sarcasm and smiles. ✵ your lips crashed onto yeonjuns as soon as the two of you cornered the empty hallway. he kissed you back but had to slowly pull you away after a while. "woah... y/n what's up? I thought you wanted to talk about something?" you had forgotten you even made that excuse in the first place in order to get yeonjun away from the girl that was seemingly prettier and more popular than you. but looking into yeonjuns eyes you could see genuine worry in them as he scanned your face to discover any signs of discomfort. despite only being friends with benefits, yeonjun always knew how to take care of you. you took a few hesitant steps back, it was dawning upon you about how unfair you were to yeonjun. you had wasted his time and lied to him. you knew that yeonjun didn't want anything serious, and you agreed to that too. it was all so frustrating, why did your feelings have to get in the way? you would gladly hide your feelings if it meant to be with yeonjun longer, but as time passed it was getting harder and harder to, and even harder on you and your feelings. your body thumped back into the opposite wall of him. you tried to blink away the tears and compose yourself but that only made them come out even faster. you attempted to wipe them away with the back of your hands. "woah woah y/n what's wrong? tell me." he took your hands away from your face, encouraging you to look up at him. looking into his worried eyes only made you feel worse though. you pathetically pushed his hands away and brought your own back to your face, looking to a random place on the ground to avoid Yeonjun seeing your crying face. "i'm what's wrong." you managed to speak out, still avoiding looking at him. "sorry i'm so clingy I didn't mean to be--" you let out a weak chuckle into your wrist: laughing at your stupidity. "actually… i'm sorry jun I'm just a stupid inconvenience who caught feelings for you even when I said I wouldn't." you say to him smiling through your tears.

soobin - normal girl how you even managed to be with the shy (not so much anymore), cute and angel of a soobin still baffled you and many others. even for the 6 months you guys have been dating. you had thought you were so far from his type that you unknowingly friend-zoned him for months; something that he still whines about till this day. ✵ "aghh-" soobin winces when you pull at his now disheveled hair. you were on your knees hovering over his lap, causing him to have to look up at you. "you're so mean to me" he pouts and moves both his hands to securely hold at your hips and bring you closer to him. "shut up. you like it when I'm aggressive." you see pink rise to his cheeks and you lightly push at his forehead with your pointer finger. "binnie should've known better than to wrestle with me for the remote." you say with faux sympathy and a pitying pout before sticking your tongue out at him.

“please? just one episode?” he gives puppy eyes from under you. if you weren’t so tired of jujutsu kaisen you would’ve fallen for them. you cover his face with both of your palms and shut your eyes so you wouldn’t be tempted by his face.

“no! I’m tired of anime!” ✵ "what if they don't like me? or just think I'm some basic girl? i don't know bin." you frown in worry but soobin squeezes your hand in reassurance for the 4th time that day. "don't worry love, I'm so proud of you." he gives you a peck on the cheek. "and i know they'll be proud of you too." another on your other cheek, "i promise." and lastly one on your lips. soobin saying his parents would be proud of you was an understatement. the whole night soobin bragged about you like you were worthy of being a noble peace prize winner and his parents coddled you like you were the child they hadn't seen for months instead of soobin. you were grateful for being the star of so much love and attention but even more grateful when soobin offered you the chance to escape for a bit to visit his childhood park with his 4 year old nephew. soobins introvert tendencies definitely rubbed off on you. you walked hand in hand with soobin on the right side of you closest to the street and his nephew on your left. his nephew swung your arm wildly high with his and soobin following along with the action not long after made you giggle in amusement. soobin looked too cute pouting all night because of his one-sided beef with his nephew having a 'crush' on you. "ok that's enough! my arms about to fall off!" you discreetly whisper to soobin on your right. you didn't want to hurt his nephews feelings and it hurt more when a 6ft giant was doing it. soobin let out huffs and puffs at your words. ✵ "waaahhhh!" soobin's nephews cry could be heard from across the playground. the two of you rushed over to him from sitting on the bench. "awwww. what happened?" soobin comforts the crying boy who was sitting on the ground poorly wiping away his tears. "they- they said I can't play with them and and threw the ball at me!!" he points a finger at the group of boys his age just a few feet away that were sending mean glares. "that's it." you brushed the dirt off your knees and made your way over to the boys. since the three of you arrived they were constantly messing with the poor boy. giving them a lecture and threatening to tell their moms eventually got them to apologize to soobin's nephew. the two boys who accompanied you to the park were equally in awe of your actions. at the end of the night when you were saying goodbye to his family soobin feels a tug at his sleeve and looks down to see his nephew. "uncle binnie, can y/n be my girlfriend too?"

beomgyu - garden (say it like dat) you fucking hated your roommate beomgyu. even just the sight of him minding his own business made you want to jump on him and pull at his hair. he was convinced otherwise that you were obsessed with him. "I will literally drop-kick you beomgyu." you stood at the door of his room, glaring at him. "good evening to you too y/n, the weather's looking nice today" you scoffed at his audacity to not even spare you a glance and him spouting his usual nonsense just made you even more pissed. his hands were busy with a controller, and his eyes stuck on the screen of his monitor. you were never one to have anger issues but when it came to beomgyu you swore he must've offended you greatly in your past lives. "you motherfucker I wrote my name on the last hot pocket!" you screamed in rage and swung his pillow at his head with all your might. ✵ "back already? did you get stood up or some-" beomgyu wishes he would have looked at you first before speaking. he turned around to be met with your figure soaked in rain water and head hanging low as you softly shut the front door. he was speechless as he watched you weakly kick your shoes off and slowly make your way to your room. beomgyu finally musters up the courage 5 minutes later to softly knock at your door. when he gets no answer after a while he opens it cautiously and finds you curled up into a ball on the floor, sitting against your bed and hugging your knees to your chest. you hadn't even bothered changing out of your soaked clothes. he couldn't see your face but he could tell you were crying from the way your body slightly shook. you felt a warm fabric wrap around your body and looked up to see beomgyu sitting next to you, propped in the same position. your eyes and nose were tinted red and the previous rain water was now replaced with salty tears. beomgyu couldn't help but feel his heart sting at your furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips, an obvious sign you were crying. "am i that undesirable?" you sniffed and heaved. "i really liked him beomgyu..." you looked down to squint through the pain. you felt a warm hand brush the wet hair out of your face and gently cup the side of your face to look at the boy beside you. "you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. also the funniest, most hardworking, and kindest... except for when you're hitting me with pillows..." you chuckle helplessly at the last part, planting a small smile on beomgyus lips. "that jackass doesn't deserve you at all. so don't ever say you're undesirable. 'cus you're the most desirable person for me and i like you just how you are." red also tinted your cheeks now. maybe staring into beomgyus eyes the whole time was a bad idea. maybe it was a bad idea that beomgyu kept his hand on your cheek because now he wants to feel you even closer. maybe it was a bad idea that you kissed beomgyu on the lips, and a bad idea that he passionately kissed you back. "wow, you must really love me." beomgyu annoyingly mutters after pulling away. ok maybe you were obsessed with fucking beomgyu.

#soobin fluff #beomgyu angst #yeonjun angst #txt fanfic

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manasurge · 4 months

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Sketchdump 2023

Since I don't really have enough (or at least what I'd consider to be enough) art that I'd like to compile, I'm going to do an "end of the year sketchdump" instead (tbh I don't usually do yearly summaries of anything because I'm lazy af and usually don't care, but there is a lot of WIPs that I never used or shown, and I'd been wanting to do sketchdump posts anyways, so this feels like a good way to do it!)

Start with WIPs of things I've finished:

Things I'm still working on: - I'm still working on her Scion appearance. It's just on hold for the moment so I can work on more lore so I'm not stuck in world building mode forever. - the third one is to show her alien-looking maw (that splits open on both top and bottom) and her hyper-terraformation beam (aka her "dragon breath"). Super quick messy whatever, but hopefully it sort of still comes across - the Charr one is just a super basic trial of figuring out her Charr disguise design for IBS+ (she's going to get an Asura one too). This is also my excuse to make in-between Sylvari Charr/Asura looks for her too since she sucks at disguises and has to "shape" her body first before applying the Mesmer disguise over top. I still have to finish designing these as well

Things I've discarded/older Mourynn design concepts: - old outfit look that was changed a bit. Tbh I still really like this outfit design, the only reason why I scrapped it was because I wanted something that was easier to replicate and visualize at all angles - she still has Mawdrey! she helps hold her Greatsword and other things (kid of a handy symbiotic relationship where Mawdrey just chills there and occasionally does things for comedic timing or convenience purposes. Mawdrey kind of functions as a sentient set of semi-extra limbs that she uses sometimes. Mawdrey mostly exists in her first form when dormant when Mourynn has her (easier to draw and keeps her more hidden) - I was trying to figure out what to do with her shoulders. It's still a bit tricky to figure out how to do the collar at side-angles, I think I need to get more refs in game from the NMC set to see how it looks properly lol - the last one here is the forbidden first draft of me trying to figure out Mourynn's design. I just wasn't feeling this look + this wasn't that easy to replicate or visualize/had too much going on.

#WIP gallery #Mourynn art #Mourynn #gw2 #gw2 OC #sylvari #sylvari OC

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nomadmilk · 1 year

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Guidance - Keigo Takami x Reader

A/N: This has been collecting dust in my drafts. And I thought it was time to let it go. It is embarrassingly late (along with other things). Also, big thank you, Apollo!! <3

Event: I-got-5-on-it Collab [MDNI] Presented by: @b-achiras

Rating M/18+

"You need Keigo to hold your hand when you get high for the first time."

Warnings: DC, Drug use (just weed), Slow burn-ish, Slight manipulation and coercion, a little smut, kinda' innocent reader & unrealistic first time (it's a fic so), shotgunning, some soft stuff, so indulgent it hurts, Implied f!reader

Words: 1K

"Is it… Like this?"

Keigo says nothing. He tries not to react when you're in thought, observing the way you hold the pipe like it's going to crumble in your grip - catches you flinch slightly when the vapors start to wisp out.

But he could predict it. Can see you fumbling with the lighter. Can imagine the cute face you'll pull when you hear the bubbles, and how tentative your lips will be on where you place them. Can see the way your face scrunches when the smoke sears your insides - and you'll remove your mouth too early for anything to really sink in.

So he lets you make your mistakes with your first hit. Sitting patiently and leisurely as you cough, his hand over his mouth to subtly hide a grin when you blink tears off your lashes.

"You' good?"

Your eyes go sad, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "You're laughing at me."

"What? Noo~"

"You are."

The chuckle he's been holding slips. "Y'said that you had it handled, so I was just - y'know - letting you handle it."

"I can do it. I'm just..." You ask him, gulping. "... C-can you help me with this part, Keigo? Please?..."

Your silent "um"s and "uh"s are apparent in the hesitation of your hands, so he steadies them with his own; large and firm, and warm. You don't notice his thumb lightly stroking your knuckle, too focused on listening to his direction and staring down the pipe. So attentive to his voice, aware of the lighter and the sparks in his grasp.

"Don't inhale it all in one go… " He waits, tilts his head as he concentrates, thumb flicking the lighter a couple times before a flame flickers and sets.. Your eyes flicker to him. "... Now, breathe in - and hold it... And, out… There we go. You got it…"

It took another hit for you to feel something; it was like a gradual drop. Your neck stretched up to let the verdant smoke evaporate into the ceiling.

You feel suspended after a while, not knowing what felt real and what wasn't. But Keigo knew. He's been high more than enough times - built a tolerance that has him always needing a few more hits than he expects to really get himself going; always needing a stronger strain. Knows the times you caught second-hand from his sessions, and how incomparable it'll be once the wave crashes.

He's already had his fill - he could feel it when you pass the pipe back to him. That blurry feeling that he's ready to settle with. Already acquainted with how his muscles seem to sigh in relief, eyes less sharp and beginning to feel heavy in between sharing and re-fills, a giggle ready to hop from his chest.

But his attention is caught. The only light source in the dark room was a film he had chosen in idle - muted when you had walked in and proposed to join him. He's entranced by how you seemed to… Glow. Words catching in his throat when his eyes lay and drift on you. You miss the way he pauses to take you in, chewing his lip and drinking up your smile. Bedroom gaze on you where they shouldn't.

But he couldn't lose himself to you. Not just yet. "Y'want another?"

He doesn't need to reach out and grab what you need - you just help yourself, nodding. Your motions are a little clumsy, but more confident - holding the pipe more assuredly; timing your breaths a little more precisely - blinking after the bubbles silence. Chest rising steadily - like he told you to.

"Y'learn fast..." He tucks stray hairs out of your face; an excuse to touch you a little more. "How 'bout one more hit?"

You hum. "Mm. Feel a lil' light-headed, though, Kei…"

"Well, yeah, I mean, y'feeling good now. Imagine what it'll be like when you have another."

"Kinda' want to, but feelin' kinda' sleepy… Y'sure it's not gonna' be too much?"

He laughs as he takes the pipe, angling it towards you and prepping the lighter. Words laced with something that mimicked kindness. "It won't hurt. It'll be good... Trust me..."

The air lingers with that grassy scent, and notes of his cologne pass. You're skeptical.

He promises it's the last one - promises that there's not enough in the bowl to push you over the edge. It'll give you a little nudge, like your head is just above the clouds. And that bliss will last for as long as you let it.

And when he sweetens it with a "please" and a "do it for me", he watches you shuffle closer to him, absent-minded. Closing your eyes one more time, and ears content in all the sounds that tingle your skin when you inhale.

Your eyes are sleepy and glossy when you blow, and your plush lips part before they break into a small smile. The softest laugh kisses his ears, and the remaining smoke feathers his mouth.

He snickers - thick with intent, and leaning close. You can't form a thought any more without it feeling funny or fuzzy, or more sleepy. Happy when his hand presses your neck and wraps around it, working it's way down as if the light pressure was emptying every vapour from your lungs and into his. He's aching, getting harder under his pants with every contact of your skin he gets away with. Feels a twitch when he catches a whimper.

His nose brushes yours, breath softly fanning and warming your cheek as a quiet praise mumbles from him - you hear something about "being good" and "having fun", and you immediately giggle. His cologne is more noticeable. And his fingertips haven't stopped touching you. But your senses are content when you feel him; when you smell him - different scent tones and spices all complimenting him, and making you dreamy, and making you dizzy, and making you throb…

It takes a few seconds for Keigo to clock the faintest glimmer left in your stare, knowing all too well that it'll only take a moment with his lips to make it disappear.

#hawks smut #hawks x reader #bnha smut #igot5onitcollab #mha smut #takami keigo smut #keigo takami x reader

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rainebelowzero · 27 days

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I posted this on accident yesterday 😒

Sorry I haven't been that active, I just got a new job so I've been coming home and going straight to sleep, but I'm almost done with two of the last four requests in my inbox (which btw I'm so so sorry it's taking so long) so they should be posted soon

Also, this isn't nsfw, sorry 💔 but I really wanted to post something for Kurt's birthday and this has been sitting in my drafts for like two months so I figured I might as well post something

cws: none really?? there are references to sex, but nothing actually happens

“I'm back, Kurt!” You shout as you shut and lock the door to your apartment behind you. You don't get a response, which is unusual for someone like Kurt, who's usually constantly up your ass. Sounds of shuffling and grunting come from you and Kurt's bedroom, and you look in that direction with confusion before rolling your eyes.

He's probably jerking off again, who's surprised? You think, laying your jacket on the back of a chair. You walk over to the room, expecting to see him hunched over in his chair, but instead, you see him on the bed, tangled in the bed sheets and some kind of rope. His shirt was riding up a little bit, and you had to admit you did kind of just want to have your hands all over him.

One of his hands was tied at the wrist to the headboard, and the other at the elbow, his arm just sort of hanging down. It was really sloppily tied, but he was somehow still stuck. He somehow doesn't notice you, too focused on trying to get untied as you stand in the doorway, watching him struggle and being unable to hold back a laugh.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask him, amused. His eyes widened, even bigger than his puppy like eyes usually are. You can hear the gears turning in his head, trying to make up an excuse that wouldn't sound weird, but there was really no way he could think of anything.

“Uhh…I'm..I-I was just..waiting for you.” He says, clearly lying. You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh because you don't want to make him feel bad.

“Really? Is that why you're recording?”

Kurt's eyes darted to his phone, sitting propped up on the desk, facing him. He sighs, looking down.

“Fine, it was for a video. I know y- like, you told me to stop doing dumb stuff, but I- I thought it would get views.”

That left you more confused. “What- okay, you know what? I'm not gonna question whatever weird shit you look at on the internet, do you want help?” You ask, and getting a nod from Kurt, you walk over to the side of the bed and start pulling on the knots. He just stares up at you while you untie him like you're a god, just completely in awe of how hot you are to him.

“There you go.” You say. He doesn't say anything, just keeps staring at you as he sits up. “Uhhh. What?”

You look down and immediately realize what's happening as he tries to pull the bottom of his shirt down over his lap. He looks at you, silently begging. With a sigh, you put your hands on your hips.

"...fine, take your pants off." You say, and Kurt is very happy to oblige.

#kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle x reader #x male reader #x gn reader

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strangerhottotties · 2 years

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Hi. If you are accepting requests, could you write a Eddie one where you are Dustin cheerleader sister who also play D&D and have a secret crush on Eddie and no one knows besides your friend Chrissy (let's pretend that she still alive ans season 4 events never happened) and when Dustin and Mike needs someone to replace Lucas, your brother finds you talking to Chrissy and asks you to replace him and she knowing about your crush on Eddie,helps you find a excuse to miss the match to be on Hellfire as a favour to your brother. While Eddie is surprised to see that you are the person who will replace Lucas in the campaign since he didn't know you played D&D and soon after,asks you to talk to you where he assumes he has something for you and asks you on a date, much to Dustin's delight since he knows of your crush on his friend and his friend crush on you and wants his favorite people (after Steve) be together

Warnings: TW: Dustin jokes once about killing himself. Reader threats to kill Dustin on several occasions. This is mostly flirting, fluff and pining. I hope you enjoy.

A/N: Thank you for the ask, sorry it's taken me a hot minute to actually reply to this. But I'm absolutely NOT going to rush any of my requests. Firstly, I love that you guys enjoy my writing enough to request anything, so I love requests! I just want to make sure I'm satisfied with the quality. Secondly, I'm really trying not to burn myself out. So, thank you for being patient with me, darling. MWAH! I totally adjusted the end just a little bit. So I'm sorry but most of it is true to the request.

Post A/N: OH MY GOD I RANDOMLY FOUND THIS IN THE BOTTOM OF MY DRAFTS AND IT ACTUALLY SAVED! I THOUGHT IT LOST!

The most horrifying thing Dustin had ever spoken was after the very first day of his freshman year nearly made you crash your car. Your tires had squealed when you hit the brakes. "DUDE! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!" He'd shouted after getting yanked against his seatbelt. His other words like a black hole in your head.

I made a new friend today! He's a senior who's, like the coolest dude ever! He offered to let us join his D'n'D club, you should join too!

"You're friends with Eddie Munson?" You demand.

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," you offer before focusing back on the road and proceed to drive again.

"I'm surprised you're not in Hellfire. It's a D'n'D club!"

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay," you offer meekly. Dustin's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"I don't get it, what's everyone got against Eddie?"

You take a deep breath. "Dustin, do you remember how when we were kids, we'd play the secret game?"

"Take it to the grave?"

"Yep," you reply. "Do you want to play?" You watch his eyes light up and he twists to stare at you. Always eager for juicy gossip.

"Yeah, yeah!" He leans forward eagerly. "What is it?" You bite your lip.

"Eddie Munson... is the guy I've got a crush on." His jaw drops wide open.

"EDDIE IS 'THE GUY'!?" He shrieks. "Eddie is the guy that sits in front of you in Mrs. O'Donnel's class? The one that you always say would never give you a second look?"

"Yep."

"THEN YOU GOTTA JOIN HELLFIRE TOO!"

"NO WAY! AND YOU SWORE! IF I FIND OUT YOU TALKED TO HIM ABOUT ME, I WILL CRASH THIS CAR INTO A TREE AT FULL SPEED WITH YOU IN IT!"

Dustin dropped it. To the grave meant something genuinely. But he hated being stuck in the middle. Especially when less than a week later he had almost an identical conversation with Eddie.

His bag had been jerked off his shoulder by some asshole on the football team. The papers went fly when his broken zipper split. Eddie was nearby and nearly got into a fist fight over it, which Dustin was definitely going to fill you in on later. When the jocks finally stomped off, Eddie squatted down to help him collect his papers.

"Damn, these are killer marks, Dustin!" Eddie congratulates him while patting his back.

"Oh yeah, huge nerd, ya know." Then Eddie's face sobers.

"Wait," he grunts as holds up a finger.

"Yeah, what's up."

"What's this?" He demands, pointing at Dustin's messy writing at the top. His full name. "Henderson? Are you related-"

"Yep. Yeah. Mhmm," the kid folds under the intensity of Eddie's gaze. "The cheer captain, valedictorian would in fact be my sister, yes." Eddie takes a deep breath to steady himself.

"The Queen of Cheer is your older sister?" Dustin wants to beat his head against the wall. It was the topic of conversation at the Hellfire meeting twenty minutes later. Dustin was drowned in the guys all drooling over you. Something he was used to, at this point. And then Gareth says something that has Eddie's eyes widening.

"Dustin, who would have the best chance at scoring a date with her." Dustin drops his jaw wide open to stare at Keith. Then he begins to laugh nervously.

"Definitely me," Lucas smugly answers, mostly joking.

"No way," Mike scoffs back, "not one of us has a chance. Especially not you!"

"Yep, no one. Definitely no one." Every head swivels at his poor lying. Mike stares at him in disbelief.

"No way!"

"What! I didn't-"

"Does she have a crush on someone!?" Mike demands, shoving Dustin.

"I TOOK IT TO THE GRAVE!" Uproar erupts among the table. Everyone sitting forward. Will, Mike and Lucas all groaning with frustration.

"What does that mean!?" Gareth demands.

"It means his sister swore him to secrecy and he won't peep."

"Believe me! I want to! It's so stupid but she told me last week! If you got to me before she almost crashed the car because I mentioned the guy, I could have told you!" Everyone is on the edge of their seats with this.

"C'mon, what can you tell us," Eddie presses with the most charm he can muster despite the situation.

"No way, no. I'm not allowed to talk to you guys about her. She forbids it!" Eddie stands and makes his way around to the kid.

"Talking to us about her? Dustin, do you have dirt on your sister?" Dustin remains quiet, wildly uncomfortable about being put on the spot. "Henderson," Eddie coos, "you're not corrupted into doing the bidding of your older sister are you?"

"Of course not! But there are lines I won't cross!"

"There's got to be a degree of loyalty to your friends. Aren't you loyal to Hellfire?"

"Yes! Yes! Of course, I am!"

"Then tell us something about your sister." Dustin squeezes his eyes shut as Eddie rests his weight across the back of his shoulders.

"The guy she likes," Dustin starts and everyone sits forward in eager curiousity, "he... he..." He desperately tries to recall some bit of information he can spare. "Look, can it be any information or..."

"You know what, sure, kid," Eddie offers, with a wet willie. Dustin shutters in disgust and wipes at his ear quickly.

"Fine, I tried to set her up with Steve Harrington multiple times... but she's always refused because she has a huge crush on someone else..." Eddie grins down at him proudly.

"There you go, was that so hard." Dustin sinks down in his seat and passes Lucas a miserable look. Feeling horrible for outing you like that.

"Don't let him get to you," Gareth grunts out, unimpressed with Eddie. "He just has a huge crush on her and never shuts up about her."

Eddie twists to fix his friend with a horrified look and then Dustin rolls his eyes and groans. "Henderson, you tell her, and I'll make every campaign Hell for the rest of the year."

"You've gotta be kidding me," Dustin grumbles to himself.

Your name being called is what drags you away from conversation with Chrissy. You glance up to see Dustin jogging across the parking lot for your car. "Hey," you offer him.

"Hey, Chrissy," your brother offers with a smile. She gives him a warm one back.

"Hey, Dustin."

"What are you up to? Don't you have class?"

"I gotta ask you a favor," Dustin replies.

"Shoot."

"Lucas is bailing on D'n'D tonight for the game and it's the end of the campaign. Eddie's gonna drill us. We need another body for the party, please, please, please. You have to be there tonight. I can't find anyone else, and Eddie won't reschedule."

"Oh, oh, oh, you have to go!" Chrissy urges as dread sinks in your belly.

"Chris! We're supposed to be at the game tonight! How am I, cheer captain, going to skip our biggest game of the season!?"

"She'll do it!" Chrissy insists. "I'll cover for you at the game!" She squeezes your side and leans in to whisper. "Go get you some Munson." You flush deeply. "Okay, Okay, but Lucas is a ranger, right? I'm a mage, is that really a good idea."

"Please, Eddie is a tyrant as DM." You take a deep breath and sigh.

"I'll meet you after school, but you so owe me."

"YES! THANK YOU!" And with that he throws into a hug.

The drama room quiets as your shoes squeak to a stop. "You made it!" Dustin calls.

"What is this?" Eddie laughs like it's some big joke. You take a deep breath to steel yourself against the emotions that swell at the fact that Eddie Munson was speaking to you. You were in the same room as him, and he was acknowledging your existence like you imagined daily. Like you always willed him to turn around in class and give you a flirty smile. It never happened.

"I found a sub for Lucas."

"I'm missing the game for this," you reply to Eddie a lot smoother than you expect. Your voice even, steady. Eddie rises from his throne and move towards you, head tilting at you.

"Oh, and the Queen of Cheer knows about d'n'd?"

"You're looking at a level seventeen mage," you respond. Eddie's face flashes briefly with shock.

"There's no way."

"Want to see my score sheet?" You hold out your hand as Dustin digs through a folder he kept. "I haven't played in a while, but I know what I'm doing." Dustin passes you the sheet, grinning widely. When you look over at him, he winks and you want to strangle him.

Eddie hums quietly as he glances over the sheet. His eyes meet yours and your heart flutters in your chest. "Well, do you want me to play?" You demand, voice softening more than you mean it to.

Eddie steps into your space, a lazy smile crossing his lips. "If you want me to play with you," your eyes widen at his words and you can feel the warmth of your cheeks turn to burning, "you'll have to say 'please', princess." He's so close you can smell the smoke and his shampoo. It's hard not to take innuendo away from what he just said.

Why, oh why, did you have such a crippling crush on such a prick. You send a hard look down on to your brother, something promising a vicious response.

When you turn yourself back onto Eddie, he's patiently waiting. You take in another deep breath, inhaling the earthy smell of him before you fix him with your 'siren' eyes as Chrissy called them. Your half-lidded smile in response to Eddie has his breath hitching. Eddie was unaware of your competitiveness that would often draw out your feral side. Only you were consciously vicious.

You'd play his game. But you don't think he's prepared for it. You press yourself close, pressing your breasts into his chest. Your mouth hovers close to his ear.

"Oh, Eddie," you breathe for him, "won't you please let me play with you and your friends?"

"That's underhanded," he murmurs back.

"Thought you were supposed to bring the fire, or is the throne for show?" You taunt. He takes in the dark grin you're giving him. It's surprises you how easy it is to flirt with him. He gives you a breathy laugh. It might be nervousness but when he pins you with a dark gaze, you know it's just fueling something.

"Fine. You can join. But I'm gunnin' for you, sweetheart."

"I'm so scared. Now, aren't you going to pull out a chair for the queen?" Dustin high fives you below the table when a folding chair is tucked in for you.

"Thank you," he murmurs.

"My services aren't free, Dusty."

"Oh, I think you'll like my repayment."

The laughter and cheers fill the room still. If you hadn't rolled nat twenty with that last roll there wouldn't be so much thrill in the boys around you hooting and hollering. It was a fun campaign, certainly grueling, and it reminded you of when you'd gotten Dustin into it. Before you'd even moved to Hawkins. The hype was what you'd always loved about Cheer.

Somehow this was better though. Everyone shouting and laughing as they packed up their things. "Hey, Eddie," Dustin calls as Eddie is about to slip out the door. He says it at the same time as he grabs your wrist to stop you. "Come here a sec."

"What's up, little Henderson?" You frown in confusion as Dustin plucks the keys out of your hand.

"I'm gonna leave in a second," Dustin encourages as Eddie rakes his eyes over you quickly.

"Um... okay?" Eddie offers.

"And I know I said to the grave," your eyes widen and you snap fully towards him.

"Don't you dare."

"My sister has had a crush on you for like four years." Eddie's head swivels back to you.

"To the grave you're going."

"Shut up, if I have to spend one more lunch period with him staring at you across the cafeteria and talking about how pretty you are, I'm going to kill myself." You flush deeply and now you both watch each other quietly.

Dustin grins proudly. "Okay then, I'll be in the car." And with that, your brother skips out of the Drama room. Eddie and you evaluate each other quietly.

"So you enjoyed that little tease at first, didn't you?" Eddie grins, letting his bag slip from his shoulder to the floor. You flush.

"Take me on a date and I might tell you," you whisper quietly. Eddie grins at you, stepping back into his face.

"I didn't know you were a devil worshipping nerd before tonight, might have changed my opinion of you," he teases. You start to feel the bite of rejection until he suddenly walking you back onto the table. "How does Saturday sound?"

You lick your lips and nod at him, too emotionally fried to put up a fight like you did earlier. "Yeah, I'd like that." Now that your perched on the edge of the table he just gives you a cocky grin. The lingering silence making you nervous. "Are you gonna stand there and stare or are you going to kiss me?" You demand quietly.

Eddie gives you a mean little laugh and leans in really close. "Good girls wait until the end of a date." You flush and a pout of sorts settles across your face.

"I'm not as good as you think," you encourage. Eddie gives you a shaky breath and then explains it very gently. Butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"The only reason I have to say no is because I'm worried that...," he swallows and tucks hair behind one of your ears. "If I kiss you now, I don't know that I'll be able to stop. Dustin might be in your car for a while." It has you sucking a breath in and your gaze softens on him.

"Saturday then," you agree.

"Saturday," Eddie agrees with stunning smile. You reach forward, feeling emboldened by him. Eddie's breath stutters as you snatch his belt buckle and jerk him closer. You push up onto your toes, lips brushing his cheek. You grin when you lean back and see the pink tint of your lips left behind. He's none the wiser.

"See you," you offer him prior to slipping past him and you pause in the hall. His cheeks are red from the stunt you just pulled. You send him one last smile and slip out the door.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fics #eddie munson stranger things #fluff #request #thanks for the ask!

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septembersghost · 2 years

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that post about BCS appealing more to women made me think, and it's interesting that Walter and Jimmy are both cringefail pathetic, and don't get me wrong Walter's whole self justifying toxic macho thing is fascinating, but Jimmy is almost more... accessibly pathetic? he's emotional, got big sad blue eyes, wanted his brother to like him, lbr a total bottom with Kim, and even the vanity is treated more sympathetic than in Breaking Bad where it was essentially flamboyance helps with the sleaze. This isn't even me saying he's better than Walter, there's a whole laundry list of flaws, it's just amusing that I can't think of anyone calling Heisenberg their pathetic bb girl

editing this to say i was writing back to you last night and didn't have time to finish it, so i saved this as a draft, and now i'm like 100000x more deranged about the contrasts between jimmy and walt than i was before, because jimmy was PREPARED TO DIE FOR HIS WIFE. walt presses on with his, "everything i do, i do for my family" (despite us knowing this becomes a falsehood of an excuse), but the pure act of selfless love jimmy exhibited for kim is true.

it definitely comes down to endearment - walt is a fascinating character, but innately unlikable from the start, whereas jimmy is lovable. walt's pathetic qualities curdle into cruelty and control, he's not cringefail in a way where we want to bring him in from the rain in a cardboard box lol but there's something about jimmy, some spark of heart or goodness, where we want better for him even though we KNOW where he's headed. accessible is a great word for it, there's something in him that we get, even when his actions are immoral or destructive.

i'm trying to remember if i just wrote about this recently or if i only thought about it in my head...there's a scene in salud when flynn comes over to see walt, and it's his birthday, and walt and jesse have just gotten into an ugly, brutal fight. walt is beat up and miserable and completely out of it, and accidentally calls flynn "jesse," and then the next day when he's a bit more clear, he talks about his experience seeing his father sick when he was a child. it's an amazing, haunting scene and i don't think it gets talked about enough. bryan's performance gets praised for the big meme moments - the "i am the one who knocks" speech, "you're goddamn right," "i suggest you tread lightly," even the breakdown in crawl space, but the monologue he has in salud is one of my favorite bits of his acting in the entire show. he's quiet. he's introspective. and he talks about these terrible memories of seeing his father wasting away from illness, the caustic smell of the hospital chemicals, the sound of his breath rattling like an empty spray paint can. and he tells flynn this formative memory, this huge, revealing part of himself, and it speaks so deeply to the response he's had to his cancer, his fear of his illness, his loathing of looking weak. his father wasn't there to, as gus once said, provide. he only remembers being afraid and seeing frailty. it's just a gutwrenchingly human scene. he says to his son that he doesn't want him to remember him like that. but then flynn says, "remembering you that way wouldn't be so bad. the bad way to remember you would be the way you've been this whole last year. at least last night you were...you were real." it's heartbreaking because all he WANTS is for his dad to let him in and be honest with him, even if that means ugly crying. the emotional vulnerability matters. but walt just...seals back up. walt cannot abide being seen in weakness. and that hubris destroys everything. the narrative knows walt is pathetic, but walt cannot face that himself.

by design, bcs recognizes jimmy's more pathetic qualities, but never needs the veneer of the power or masculinity. even when jimmy tries posturing, it's ineffective. the narrative knows, but SO DOES JIMMY. the "lightning bolts shoot from my fingertips!" scene has howard walking angrily away from him with zero reactions, and ends with jimmy panting and defeated because he's aware he was lashing out in guilt and fear after having to defend lalo, after seeing grieving family members in court. when jimmy gets mad at kim and kim says, "jimmy, you are always down," he doesn't respond with a counterargument, he just sort of collapses inwardly, and starts packing his things (in his metaphorical little rucksack) until she comes to him and softens and offers support. it's not bad to see jimmy weak or very emotional or afraid or frustrated or downtrodden because it's REAL. and we can empathize with those flaws when they're honest.

heisenberg and saul goodman are both grandiose personas, but used for very different reasons and ends. they're both their worst selves writ large, but where heisenberg feels like an extension of walt's obsessive ego, saul, even in his scumminess and vanity, is a shroud for the vulnerability of jimmy's heart - and because we know that exists in him, we respond to his faults more compassionately. in fandom parlance, jimmy's meow meowness, his lovable qualities, are possible because of that genuineness we've felt. we know he can do better, we wish he would. walt's metastatic decay doesn't allow for that. it allows for such great counterpoints between the themes of both their arcs.

#although walt would absolutely HATE being called anyone's bb girl so maybe we should to annoy him lmao #jimmy on the other hand. i think if someone said to him 'omg my poor bb girl' he'd be like 'yeah :('#does this even make sense #jimmy mcgill #better call saul #walter white #breaking bad #anyway salud top episodes of ALL TIME #for many reasons #i think don eladio's poisoning kind of overshadows walt's section of the episode but it's something that has always stuck with me #cauldronofmorning #letterbox

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tom-at-the-farm · 9 months

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It's time for me to photo dump some mushrooms because omg I make so many drafts and forget to publish them. These are from today, from around Ithaca, where I went for a five day vacay with my mom and sister. I'm leaving tomorrow and I'm so sad because this place is absolutely gorgeous. Wish I'd done like a couple more extracurriculars in high school so I could have gotten into Cornell and had an excuse to be here for four years.

These are chanterelles we gathered (and a Cantharellus minor, bottom left. Bottom right shows some extras I threw in there for aesthetic purposes, although the black trumpets are cousins of the chanterelle and a choice edible. But I couldn't persuade my mom and sister of this fact)

#mycology #fungi #mushrooms #nature photography #dirtcore #goblincore #forestcore #forest floor #foraging #nature #the fungus among us

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leelahsrose · 1 year

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HONEY. | LIL MEECH

chapter four.

"𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣."

- Gallant, circa 2019

1:20 AM

Khaleesi holds the straps of her backpack as she kicks the front door closed behind her. She had gotten Kamari to drop her off blocks away, it took minutes of convincing to prevent him from doing it in front of her house instead. The walk was nice, anyways. She falls back against the towering door, her front teeth biting down on her bottom lip.

She couldn't wait to get home to feel all the emotions she obstructed in front of him. Her underwear, completely drenched. The cold draft swooshing around the house hits her naked legs. Khaleesi had changed in his car, putting on a pair of gym shorts in his backseat and the jacket covering her encrusted bra. She had clothes of her own but, he insisted, he wanted her to carry him around with her everywhere she went.

Her hands run up her arms, she stares straight back into the pit of blackness that was the corridor it leads to the spacious kitchen. A body emerges causing her to jump, her mother was startled as well. "Leesi Taylor! What are you doing sneaking around this house?" Her voice barely above a whisper but still yelling. "Where are you coming from?" Alicia Taylor's eyes had widened, waiting for her to reply.

"She went to get her backpack, what took you so long?" Kali nudges her head towards the stairs, her sister was back early and she hope she had an excuse.

"I wanted Kali to help me do my college essay, ma. It's due at the end of summer and I'm really trying to get it done. I know how much this is important to you."

"Okay, don't keep your sister up too late Kali. Remember, Leesi you have that college ball later this evening." Alicia arches her plucked eyebrow at the both of them, she waves her hand and heads upstairs with a mug of hot coffee. As she reaches the top of the stairs, her back turned: Kali throws her arms in the air. Khaleesi and her sister began to argue silently, they stop immediately when their mother turns around completely. "By the way, Q is back. He traveled down here last night, make sure you text him he's out and about."

She finally makes her way to the grand bedroom at the end of the hall where their father slept. The double doors closing behind her as Khaleesi makes her way upstairs, she stops where Kali is and sighs. "That was a close one, girl, you timed it wrong. It's always 3, 3 in the fucking morning." Her big sister has a look of annoyance on her face, Leesi could understand why she was mad.

Her shift was usually over at 3 and that's when everyone in the house was knocked out. No sleep walkers, no wanderers, just dead silence. "Kali, please. She didn't even notice, mom doesn't look deep into shit like that." Her sisters eyebrows crease together, she couldn't understand why Khaleesi was calm all of sudden. As if she didn't care if they got caught.

"Fuck that, what clothes are you wearing?" Kali grabs her sisters wrist and pulls her toward her room, she shuts the door behind them and stands at the entrance: her hands planted on her hips. "Jesus Christ, Khaleesi, if mom took another step toward you she could've easily smelled that niggas cologne!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Their voices were soft but filled with frustration, Khaleesi wants everyone in her household to leave her alone, why was everyone always trying to control her? Kali leans forward and tugs on Kamari's jacket.

"This, did you both-"

"No." Khaleesi looks over to the side, her eyes finding a random spot to gaze at. "We just kissed." Kali steps back and smiles, she begins to laugh and points to Khaleesi: her finger shaking up and down. "I don't have time for this, I'm tired." She squeezes the straps of the backpack and heads toward the door.

"Leesi-"

"You're the one who wanted me to talk to him, why is this such a big deal?! You've had guys in the past and Q has been fine with it. Me and you both!" Khaleesi had turned around, her eyes watery: tears threatening to fly down her cheeks. Kali notices how visibly upset she is, the feeling in her chest aching. She wipes her sisters tears away with her thumbs, Khaleesi grabs her wrists, holding her hands there.

"Khaleesi, he's an enemy. That's the difference. You know how Q is."

"Kali, he's not a fucking enemy and you know that! He was y'all's friend, best friend at that! Be for real. We grew up with him and his family."

"You don't even know who he is, we don't know who Kamari is anymore! Leesi, he's dangerous like Q. He's in his own fucking lane, honestly. What if he kills you? What if he's playing you, Leesi?! He could be trying to get back at Q for all we know! I only let you talk to him because we were having fun that night, it was harmless fun. It was supposed to be harmless but you're playing a dangerous game. We just got dealt a bad hand, how was I supposed to know who he was?"

She never thought about it that way, Khaleesi's lips were slightly apart as she breathes heavily. Did he set-up this whole thing? Her eyes held Kali's gaze, she had a look of melancholy on her face. "That's why I didn't wanna make it look like that way because I know you still like him, Khaleesi. But you, you need to dead this shit with him before he fucking kills you."

Khaleesi nibbles on the tip of her left hand's fingers, her eyes squeeze shut and tears dance down her cheeks. "He would never-"

"He would, look at how quick he turned on Q." She breathes out a deep breath, her eyes closing as she buries her face in her hands.

11:30 PM

next day.

A full moon was out tonight, the sky was dotted with thousands of stars. Khaleesi and Kali walk shoulder to shoulder down the cities sidewalk, the bus stop wasn't too much further. The sound of laughter and loud chatter is heard behind them, multiple people standing in line to get in the Diamond. Kali throws a jolly rancher at Leesi and she catches it quickly. She twists open the wrapper and pops the green apple candy in her mouth.

"I hate that flavor."

"What? It's the best one."

"Nah, grape is."

They feel the ground beneath their feet begin to vibrate, Kali was the first to turn around. "Khaleesi." Leesi turns around and watches as Kamari's charger drives up beside them. The sleek black surface of the vehicle shimmers underneath the yellow street lights.

"Fuck." Khaleesi grabs her sisters hand then glances back at her.

"Can a nigga give his lady a ride?" He stops the car and hangs his arm out of the window, his front teeth biting on his bottom lip. "You look good." Khaleesi feels her legs tingle well, it started at her feet then snuck it's way up. The way they were looking at each other was as if they were communicating through eye contact. "Baby, just get in."

"Why you want my sister to go with you so bad? Come on Khaleesi, let's get the fuck out of here." Kali begins to pull her along, Kamari could see she didn't want to go: the look on her face said it all.

"Yo, what the fuck you say?" He parks the car and gets out of the vehicle, the sound of the door slamming startles Khaleesi. "Khaleesi! I know you hear me talking." He grabs her waist and Kali pulls a pocket knife out her bra.

"Kali, chill!"

"Well tell him to get his hand off you! Now."

"Mari, just go." Khaleesi grabs his hand and kisses the back of it. "I gotta leave."

"What you mean you gotta go?" His voice cracking, just a little, Khaleesi glances over at Kali.

"I'm not leaving you alone with him-"

"Listen, can you please just give me some time to talk to my girl?"

"Nigga-"

"Please." Kali crosses her arms over her chest and eyes Khaleesi for several seconds before they switch over to Kamari. She continues to walk straight ahead and up the sidewalk, giving the two their privacy. His body turns to Khaleesi now, he steps closer to her.

"I'm sorry."

"Do you even agree with what your saying?"

"I can't trust you, Mari! You switched on Q whose to say you won't do that to me?!"

"The fuck are you talking about?" Khaleesi turns away from him and crosses her arms over her chest. She reaches down to the edge of her black shorts, tugging at the sides of them. "I wouldn't hurt you in any way, I don't know who put that shit in your head but I don't wanna kill you. Me and Q's situation is nothing like ours."

"Walk away."

"No." His figure towering over hers as he gazes down at Khaleesi.

"Kamari, trust me this is not what you want."

"How the hell you know what I want?" Khaleesi tilts her head then rolls her eyes out of annoyance, why was he being so persistent? Why couldn’t he just let her go. She turns around—beginning to make her way up the sidewalk. “I fucking love you, Khaleesi.”

Her steps gradually stop, Leesi turns around on her heels and treads up to him: she tangles herself into his arms. His hands instantly wrapping around her waist. "You can't just leave me like that."

She pecks his lips, her hand resting on the back of his neck. Leesi goes in for another kiss, he beats her to it. His tongue slipping into her mouth, she moans quietly on his lips: her hands holding him back.

"Man, fucking move." His fingers wrap around her neck, she gasps as he presses her against the wall. Their lips move smoothly over one another, perfect match: perfect fit. The pressure around her neck made her squeeze his shirt harder.

"Please." She lays her head on his shoulder then pulls away swiftly.

"Come with me."

"I can't leave, Kali."

Kali runs up to the both of them and slaps her hand against Khaleesi's shoulder. "I have to go back to the club, Leesi, come on." Kamari grabs her hand and pulls her in, he eyes her big sister.

"We finna see you later." He stands in front of her, her fingers intertwining with his.

"Khaleesi, let's go. I don't have all night and Q is looking for us. I'm gonna get one of the girls to take us home so we don't have to deal with this stupid motherfucka."

"What's your problem, Kali?" Kamari scowls at her, his eyebrow arching up towards the sky.

"What?!"

"I said, what the fuck is your problem Kali?" Kamari walks closer to her, he has a tan hoodie on and a silver cuban chain laying across his neck. His voice, deep and full of irritation. "We finna dead this shit right now."

"You're gonna be Q's problem soon if you don't stay away from my sister, Kamari."

"Man, fuck your traitor ass brother!"

Kamari has nothing but anger congested in his voice, Kali throws up her middle finger carelessly as she begins to walk toward the Diamond. "Yea, fuck you too and stop telling my girl stupid shit about me, bruh."

"The shit that I tell her has some truth to it." Kali stops on the sidewalk, she stomps her way up to him and pushes her finger into his chest. "You better take of my care of my sister or I swear-"

"She with me so she alright, I got her." She stares at him for what seem like forever, his eyes held nothing but truth. Kali looks past Kamari and to Khaleesi, she nods her head and turns around walking back to the club.

Kamari grabs Khaleesi's hand, he pulls her toward him once again. "Where we going?" She leans against the hood and gently smiles, he leans down and kisses her cheek.

"My place." He opens the passenger door and watches as she gets in. Khaleesi admires the all black interior, the AC was blasting and it felt amazing on her moist skin. She didn't notice Kamari getting in the charger and putting the car in drive. Khaleesi lays back against the seat, her head turned toward the window. Her breast were glistening from little droplets of sweat, the white tank top she has on slightly wet. "You good?"

She turns her attention back to Kamari, her hand wanders over his jawline: it was defined and rough from his beard. "I'm good, Mari."

"I just wanna make sure you're comfortable."

"What's your place like?" He gently laughs and slaps his hand down on her thigh then squeezes tightly.

"I don't know how to explain it."

They arrive to a dimly lit apartment complex, he parks on the side of the street. They both get out of the car simultaneously, Kamari rushes to Khaleesi's side and pulls her in. "You was suppose to let me open the door for you."

"It's okay, I had it."

"Next time let me do it." He leads her through the side of the building, they come to a tall elevator that reaches to the ceiling. Kamari presses the top button and looks down at Khaleesi. "I like these shorts."

"Of course you do." The elevator dings and they both watch as the doors slide open. They walk on and Khaleesi falls back against Kamari. He intertwines their fingers then wraps his arms around her neck from behind. She could feel his print pressing up against her ass, it was rock hard and certainly big. "I've never been to this part of the city." He hums lowly in her ear for a quick second then looks up at the reflecting doors.

"Don't ever come over here without me."

"Okay."

"Khaleesi." She was looking down at the elevator's tile floor, her name sounded so good coming from his mouth. The doors open and he pulls her along with him, she grabs ahold of his arm and follows Kamari down a spacious hallway: it was fancy-looking. This is a really nice complex. Khaleesi thinks as they come to a door, he opens it all the way and let's her go in first.

The cold air in the room embraces her body, she looks straight ahead at the vast window on the wall. A beautiful sunset mixed with purples and pink was outside, blue lights lined the ceiling and floor. It was huge. He had a wall of records standing proudly in the corner, she turns around and watches Kamari take his jacket off. The muscles on his arms fill out the white t-shirt underneath. "You cold?"

He tosses the jacket over to her and she catches it quickly, Khaleesi puts it over head and pushes her arms through the sleeves. She pulls down her shorts and picks them up off the floor, the jacket falls right below her butt. "You still fuck with anime?" He pulls a wood from behind his ear and places it between his mouth.

"Hell yea." She walks over to the living room and sits down on the vermillion couch. Khaleesi glances over, watching as he inhales a cloud of smoke through his lips. "Why'd you call me your girl?" He walks over and sits down right next to her, he groans and lays his head back.

"Don't be surprised, I told you I wanted to start over." He sits his hand on her thigh, she admires the fully gold ring on his middle finger. It was beautiful. Khaleesi loves gold jewelry. He takes another hit of his wood then passes it to Khaleesi: she inhales several times, taking in the smoke.

"It's not too late to admit you love me." Kali Uchis' angelic voice flows in the background.

"But everything with Q..."

"I don't want you to worry about that, not tonight." Khaleesi falls onto his shoulder laying her left leg across his thighs.

"Boy, turn on this anime." He grabs the remote on the armrest and turns on the flat screen TV. He switches the station and Hunterxhunter pops up, the bright colors buzzing through Khaleesi's eyes. "My favorite is Killua."

"He cold, for real." She could feel him poking against her leg, he sits up to put the wood down in an ashtray in front of them. Khaleesi holds on to his shoulder, her body following his, Kamari's hand squeezes her thigh. She thinks the weed is getting to her, her body was buzzing all over: her head feeling light.

He sits back and she climbs on top of him, swinging her leg over his. "Kamari."

"Yes baby." He grabs her thighs pulling her close to him, he runs his hand up her body and grabs her breast in his hand: his thumb rubbing over her already hard nipple.

Khaleesi moans onto his lips, she kisses him: her hands holding his neck. "Don't hold back." He throws her down on the couch beside him, she zips down the jacket he gave her and lifts up her tank top. He bends down, now taking her nipple into his mouth: she watches as he pulls his pants down. Khaleesi helps him, pushing the material down with her fingers.

Kamari grabs her legs, placing them on his shoulders. Khaleesi's core throbs, waiting for him to enter her. She feels him thrust inside and gasps against his lips. "Oh my god, fuck." She moans, her words breathless. She wanted to put her legs down so bad, he was deep inside her.

"You better not move your fucking legs."

"Please, please, please, please."

"Keep your legs open, just like that. Mhm... give me that pussy." She felt like she was going to explode after hearing him talk to her this way. Her hands run down his arms as he strokes into her slowly, Khaleesi's eyes roll to the back of head. She presses her hands on his lower stomach, he grunts and places his forehead on hers. "You tryna push me away?" He grips her wrists in his hands and begins to speed his hips up slowly, they move smoothly like waves in the ocean.

"Oh fuck!" She feels his teeth bite on the side of her neck, his tongue swirling against the sensitive spot. "Kamari..." He pulls out, sitting on the edge of the couch: taking Khaleesi with him. She kisses his lips, her hands going down his chest and tugging at his shirt. He lifts it over his head, she takes it in her hands and tosses it. Khaleesi lifts up letting him enter her once again, he stares her in the eyes watching as she moans. "Oh baby, fuck me."

"Don't say that now." His hands placed on her ass, guiding her up and down his dick. He presses a kiss against her lips, she smiles then gasps when he begins to slam her down harder on him. The sound of her wet core echoing around the room, she moans grabbing his arm. She lets him take control of her body, his hands gripping her hips for dear life. "It's okay, baby, I got you. You better take all this dick, you hear me?"

"Kamari, oh god." She exhales against his cheek, grabbing ahold of his exposed arm. She wasn't suppose to be with him and not suppose to be enjoying the feeling of him inside her but, Khaleesi loves every second.

"I could stay inside this pussy for hours." He moans, his eyebrows creasing. His words were pushing her over the edge, he knew exactly what he was doing. She grabs ahold of his face, her fingers gripping his neck as he leaves soft kisses against her skin: Khaleesi falls apart in his arms. Her thighs weak from pleasure as her back arches, his tongue flickers against her nipple before taking it into his mouth once again.

Leesi couldn't take anymore as she feels a knot of pleasure release in her stomach, Kamari watches lustfully as she cums on him. She cries, rolling her hips against his. "Damn, you fuck the shit out me, baby." He talks lowly, pressing his lips against hers.

"Love between two human beings..." Kali's voice continues to harmonize enchantingly through the speaker. Smoke had settled in the air around them, floating like clouds in the sky. The room filled with sounds of voices on the TV and the lovers lips locking together. They soon moved to the bedroom at first, attempting to go to sleep.

He held her all night, his fingers pulling on the ends of her hair gently as they finished the rest of Hunterxhunter. "Shit, what time is it Mari?"

"I told you I want you to spend a night." He vocalizes as she scoots her way off the bed. "Baby." He whines, watching as she pulls her shorts up her behind.

"I can't, I have a ball today. Makeup and hair comes later in the morning, I gotta be there."

"And baby I will get you back in time, just chill right now."

"Mari, this is not a fucking game." He sits up, putting down the wood that was in his hand.

"The fuck you getting tight for?"

"Because this shit is real and you're treating it like it's not. Q is back in the city and if I'm not home tomorrow my ass is done." She begins to walk toward the door, pulling her hair up in a pink claw clip in the process. She hears Kamari getting off the bed and rolls her eyes.

"Where the fuck you going?" He grabs her wrist and jerks her towards him. She clashes into his chest, Khaleesi glares up at Kamari then forces him off her. She shoves his body away from her and grips the purses strap.

"Get off of me." He arches his eyebrow and takes a step back from her. "Kamari, I'm leaving."

"You wanna leave, leave then. Let me take you home."

"No, I'll catch the bus." She continues to walk towards the door, her hand pushing it open.

"Khaleesi, you can't be walking out here alone." Leesi looks back at him and treads heavily down the corridor. "Bruh, get yo stubborn ass back here." He runs in his room throwing on a shirt and a pair of basketball shorts over his boxers. The sound of the front door opening annoys him, Kamari races down the hall to catch up with Khaleesi.

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I’m back!

I was thinking about Derek and Aaron having to put together some kind of toy or project for Jack (you know kids always do it the night before it’s due). I’m just picturing some sweet and sarcastic time together doing something for Jack that should be easier but is probably harder than they thought.

Super excited for May now!

Starting May off with this one! And yeah, it got a LOT sappier than I meant for it to...that happens I suppose.

Summary: Jack needs to build a rocket and he has two dads who can help him out. Lucky kid.

Warnings: mention of Derek's dad's death and financial troubles after

Words: 1.3k

Read below the cut or on AO3!

** Blast Off **

“You're doing it wrong,” Derek says from the floor. He's on his second set of one hundred pushups, maybe the third, Hotch has lost count. Up and down up and down.

“The directions said...”

“Read them again.”

He can't. Jack lost them about an hour before when Hotch told him to clean up all of the mess he'd made that didn't have anything to do with the damn rocket so they could focus. He can manage chaos on a grand scale, but in his own home it's just a little too much. The sad truth is, those instructions are probably in the trash can beneath the scraps from dinner.

In other words, long gone. He's not digging through the trash to figure this little thing out.

He doesn't think it should matter. There are not that many pieces. They're all laid out, side by side, just like he would set it up if he was taking apart one of his guns to be cleaned. It looks so simple, and it probably is it's just that he's afraid to commit and make a mistake. They don't have time to go buy another kit, they waited until the last minute. Not because anyone forgot, just because Hotch had been a little extra busy at work. Story of his life.

Derek finishes his push-ups and spends almost a full minute drinking every drop from his water bottle. Hotch envies his dedication to fitness, the way he always manages to get these things in without excuse. Hotch hasn't done push-ups in days even though they entered into this monthly challenge some of the guys at the Academy started together. This month is push-ups, next month is running. He'll make them up, no way he's going to come in last or just give up, but he's definitely not making it easy on himself.

“This part goes here,” Derek says, pointing. “I watched my dad and Sarah make one of these.”

“I made one when I was a kid but not from a kit. My dad almost cut his hand off helping me with mine. He wasn't much of an engineer...” In other words, his rocket had looked pretty cool but had been an epic fail. It blew to bits when it hit the ground.

Derek's mom didn't have the money to buy him a kit when it was his turn. It wasn't that expensive, but it would have over drafted her account. If it had been a week later maybe she could have been able to swing it, pinch a few pennies, but things were just tight. Her job didn't pay much and the hospital and funeral expenses were still weighing her down so he was home sick on rocket day to save face. Being the only kid who showed up empty handed would have killed him and Fran knew it. He already had to be the kid whose dad died, he didn't need that too. Things were hard enough on him.

Derek doesn't bring it up but Hotch can see it on his face, he can see it written in the lines on his forehead. He doesn't dwell on these things but they still sting when confronted with them.

“Do you want to take my place?” Hotch asks without a hint of frustration. He thinks maybe Derek might like a do-over. “I could use a few minutes to get some push-ups in before I'm at the bottom of the pile.”

Derek doesn't need the instructions. He can reconstruct a bomb from scraps, he can see the way the pieces fit together and instinctively knows what each of them does. Hotch knows that even if it's not exactly the way the instructions say to do it, Jack's rocket will probably win.

The only thing Derek can think is that this feels huge. This is a father son project, Jack has been talking about it for weeks. The fact that Hotch isn't home often and Jack was worried he'd have to build it with aunt Jessica had been at the forefront of his mind. Not that he would hate that, he just...it was all Jack wanted. Building a rocket with daddy. It's a whole thing. After they build the rockets his whole class will go to a field and launch them, there are even prizes for the winners. Highest, farthest, best paint job. There are about a million categories, enough that each kid in the class will probably get something for their trouble. But Jack just wants to build it with Hotch. And after launch day, to further the experience, they get to go to the air and space museum. It's not the sort of thing some random guy just gets to jump in on. He knows he isn't just some random guy, but until this moment he wasn't really sure where he fit. Jack likes him, or at least tolerates him, and he's careful not to infringe on Jack's precious time with his dad.

This makes him feel like part of the family in a way he hasn't before.

“You sure?”

He expects Jack to politely refuse. He wouldn't mind it. If he could have done this with his father...

“YEAH! PLEASE DEREK!”

Jack's enthusiasm nearly makes him cry. It's all he can do to hold himself together as he takes a seat beside the kid and starts rearranging the pieces into an order that makes sense to him. No hesitation. If Jack wants him to do it, then he's going to do it and he's going to do it right. He thinks about that stupid Inside Out movie that makes him cry every time Jack wants to watch it and he knows this is a core memory.

Maybe for both of them.

They work all evening, laughing and making a mess while Hotch makes up for lost time on his damn push-ups. His arms feel like jelly, his elbows are creaking, but he's back in the running again. He pops a few Tylenol PM so the ache in his arms doesn't keep him up that night but he feels good otherwise. Could probably do more if he wanted but he didn't want. It's late and all he wants to do is read Jack a chapter from their bedtime story and go to bed.

By the time he comes to the table to check on things, they've got it painted with the wildest set of tiger stripes he's ever seen. It looks fast and mean. And the most shocking part? The table is mostly cleaned up.

“Will it fly?” Hotch asks in awe. Derek and Jack laugh in unison and he can't get over how good that sound is.

“Not only will it fly,” Derek starts, standing and arching his sore back. He hates sitting so long. “It's gonna win.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

Hotch takes Jack to get ready for bed while Derek finishes shutting down the apartment, checking locks, turning off lights. He gives the glue a test, tugs at the fins, pulls the nose off and checks that the parachute is intact. It all looks good. He knows the engine is solid, it's in there, it's going places. Once he's satisfied with the work they put in, he heads off toward Hotch's room to wait for him to finish, but hears his name called from Jack's room.

“Yeah?” he asks, leaning in the doorway. Jack is tucked into his bed, Hotch kneeling on the floor beside him with the book in his hand.

“Would you come with me tomorrow?” Jack asks with a hopeful smile. “Since you helped me build it.”

Derek can't stop the tears this time. They obscure his vision and for a moment he's speechless. Hotch nods and smiles.

“Yeah, buddy. If the boss says I can have the morning off, I'd love to.”

“Can he dad? Please?”

“I'll think about it.” He's posturing. It's a done deal. Derek already knows it.

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddddddddddddd...”

Hotch smiles in a way that lights his eyes up and he nods. “Of course. But only if he brings me lunch.”

“Deal.”

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