#I realize I forgot to thank you for saying such nice things about the other 5+1!!!

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

my boy only breaks his favourite toys — lewis hamilton x nico rosberg (full work)

chapter 1 - found

cw: angst at maximum level, some fluff, some smut

summary: lewis and nico let out their feelings after years of silence. chapter set in 2024z

They smiled at each other that day.

Maybe because Nico rejoiced when Lewis took P2, or maybe because he couldn’t stop talking about him during the commentary, but Lewis smiled at him when their eyes met in the paddock. Nico thought he had never seen a cutest thing in the world. He smiled back.

That smile made him happy for some time.

And then, some days later, coming back after work, he was looking at him rushing to get into the building elevator he was in. Nico held the door open, and Lewis seemed to realize just now who he was going to share the ride with.

“Hi.” The Brit said.

He was wearing a purple sweatshirt, sunglasses, earphones in his ears and untied braids that made his hair look longer. He was breathtaking, as always.

He managed to say hi back to him, watching him step into the lift. Lewis pressed his floor button.

There it was. That awkward silence none of them got used to. It obviously already happened, since they lived in the same building. The formal greeting left room to minutes of painful uneasiness. At least by his side, since Lewis was always so concentrated on his music. That day he took the earphones off.

“Nice race.”

Lewis turned to face him. He definitely wasn’t expecting him to begin a conversation. “Thanks.”

It was difficult to read his expression with the sunglasses on. Nico hated it. He didn’t have them when he smiled at him days before.

“I was rooting for you.”

The sentence seemed to stun Lewis even more if it was possible.

“I saw that.” His eyes were fixed on the door, serious, but his hand holding his arm in a self reassuring gesture betrayed him. “You never did.”

Nico wasn’t sure if he meant he never did that back in the days or in recent times. Still, it almost tore his heart apart. “That’s not true.”

Fortunately or not, the elevator reached Lewis’ floor. The man stepped outside without hesitation. “Have a good day.” He said, in something that could have been both a sarcastic tone and a sincere wish.

The doors closed.

That was the closest encounter they had in years, besides the interviews and the formalities. And the Christmas presents for his daughters Lewis’ never forgot.

Whenever Nico happened to see him in the paddock or interview him, it ended with him thinking about Lewis non stop for the following days. About how good he looked, about his voice and his hands and his beautiful big brown eyes. Seeing him with a different girl every month made jealousy stuck in his throat and made him wish he was the one walking around holding his hand. At least he wasn’t in a long-lasting relationship. It was so selfish of him to be glad about that. Then with time passing the feeling always slowly disappeared, and he came back to his family life with Vivian, forgetting about his voice and his hands and his eyes. Though trying not to say his name during sex was still hard.

That time wasn’t different, if not it was worse. The words they exchanged in the elevator tormented his mind for days. Lewis again hadn’t seem happy to see him, but Nico was sure he didn’t imagine that smile at the race. It was real.

And so there he was, a week later, right in front of Lewis’ apartment door, after sleepless nights and changing his mind God knows how many times. He was an F1 driver, but nothing scared him in his life as much as being there in that moment. It took all the courage he had in himself. The fear was of loosing his best friend. The fear was of loosing the love of his life. And maybe it was too late, but he had to try. He had to try one last time, to be sure nothing could be repaired. He would regret it forever else way.

He knocked.

No answer. He knocked again. Part of him wished he wasn’t home.

He was about to leave and turn back to his own apartment when he heard the door unlocking.

Suddenly, seeing Lewis standing there in front of him, in white t-shirt and home shorts, looking at him so confused, Nico instantly wanted to excuse himself and run away.

“Nico?”

He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he put them in the jacket’s pockets.

“What do you want?” His tone wasn’t aggressive. It was emotionless, and that hurt.

“I need to talk to you.” Nico didn’t even know where he had found the strength to speak.

“Are you okay?”

Nico avoided the question. “I just want to talk.”

“Is it work related?”

“No it’s not.”

A pause followed. Nico wanted superpowers just to know what Lewis was thinking. He was ready to see the door slammed in his face, but instead, to his surprise, he saw Lewis move aside to let him in.

The house was very different from the last time he had seen it. Minimal forniture, dark colours, warm lights. “Nice place.”

A wagging Roscoe looking for snuggles run to his feet. Nico lowered to pet him. Roscoe leaned to the contact. He recognized him. That put a little smile on Nico’s face, and on Lewis’ too.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“Maybe some water, thank you.”

Lewis proceeded to bring it to him. It was so weird seeing him in such a domestic contest. It was nostalgic. Their fingers brushed against each others when Nico took the glass in his hand.

He took a sip and then placed it on the kitchen countertop.

Lewis was impatiently waiting for him to speak. “So?”

Nico regained courage. “I know it’s late, I know it’s been years, but I needed to tell you some things about us.”

Lewis sighed. “Nico, I don’t really want to–“

“Listen, I wanted to say sorry for what happened between us. I didn’t mean all the things I said to you. I was an asshole. I know I can’t make up for it, but you have to believe me, I truly am sorry. And I’ll forever miss what we had.”

Nico was sinking his nails in his palms so hard it was hurting. His gaze stood on the side, not able to look at the man. But when he did, Lewis’ expression wasn’t apathetic anymore. The unsure frown turned into a genuinely sad look. That was the first time in a long time Nico saw something on his face besides fake formality or his media mask.

“Nico, we were bad for each other, it’s better this way.”

“I don’t feel better.”

“You apologised. I accept it. That’s it.”

“You’re the best thing that happened in my life. You expect me to move on just like that?”

“Nico, it’s been years. You’ve got a wife, a family. There’s no place for me in your life. And even if there was, we hurt each other too much, we can’t go back.”

“Then just say you moved on and I’ll go away.” At this point Nico’s face was wet with tears without him even realizing it. Lewis looked at him with pain in his eyes. “Just say you don’t love me anymore I swear you won’t see me ever again.”

Silence followed again. Nico shook his head, turned his back and walked to the door. He knew it was a mistake.

A hand seized his wrist. “Nico wait.”

Lewis couldn’t resist and surrounded him with his strong arms, letting him rest his face on his shoulder. Nico hugged him back. It was the best feeling he’d ever felt in years. His heartbeat was accelerating and tears were soaking Lewis’ shirt. He caressed his neck and hair and Nico held him closer. “I treated you so badly too and I’m sorry. You know how much I hate seeing you like this.”

Lewis’ hands left his back to wipe the tears off his face. Their foreheads were close. Nico noticed the other’s eyes shifting on his lips. His hands were now back on his hair, then moved down on his jaw and then on his shoulders. Nico shivered at the touch.

Lewis brushed his lips on his. Gently he captured him in a kiss.

Nico’s stomach made a flip, almost hurting. Lewis’ lips were soft and warm. Nico entwined his fingers in his braids when the kissed turned desperate. As soon as their tongues touched, his mind went back way before 2016. Not when their friendship was painful and messed up, but when they were teenagers. When they kissed the first time, the second, the third. Lewis’ tasted like childhood, he tasted like home.

He felt him pulling him closer and closer, their bodies addicted to each other just as their mouths.

Lewis’ lips slowly left his, which caused him to immediately feel emptied. “I will never stop loving you, Nico. That’s why I need to let go of you.”

He touched his cheek one last time and then stepped away.

Nico wiped his own tears off his face with the sleeve of the jacket. He won’t beg for his attention. He got it. It was too late.

“I forgive you Nico, but I can’t do this again.”

#lewis hamilton x nico rosberg #brocedes #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #formula 1 #f1

[nereidprinc3ss]

come on home

in which the only person who can comfort you after your breakup with spencer reid, is spencer reid

inspired by the song "summer's end" by the artist currently known as phoebe bridgers

wc 2857

warnings: gn!reader (correct me if im wrong), minor mommy issues, angst, happy ending

a/n: thank you to the person who requested this:) u r an angel and I listened to this song the whole time i wrote (if you haven't heard, listen!!) i sincerely hope you enjoy, i like this one a lot<3

She hung up on you. 

Forty-seven minutes of being insulted and berated after you’d called her looking for comfort, and you put up with every single cruel word—just for your mother to hang up on you. And it’s exactly the kind of thing she’d do, so you shouldn’t be surprised. An ache, you’d expect—but it shouldn’t sting like this. You thought you knew better. 

Now you’re in a ball on your couch, clutching your phone to your chest and crying. There’s no point hiding it. Your roommate is out with her girlfriend for the evening—which is too bad because even though you feel like being alone, you’re sure that’s the wrong call. Your other friends are out having fun tonight, too. They’d even invited you, but you turned them down. Look where that had gotten you. Obviously, your mother is not the person you’re about to run to for comfort, either. 

You try to pretend, while you’re thinking of all these people who have ever cared for you, that Spencer Reid isn’t on your mind at all. You try to pretend like you don’t care that the person who loved you until you believed you actually deserved it is a contact going stale deep in the bowels of your text cache. With bleary eyes you scroll down, looking for your conversation where it gathers dust—the end of your relationship was a mutual decision, and you’re friendly, but you haven’t texted in a few weeks. Probably because every time the conversation starts to feel a little too easy, or the phone call lasts a little too long, that aching void in your chest gets worse and worse. Like pain in a phantom limb, you become acutely aware of what you do not have and how much it hurts.  

So blame it on the tears, or the mind-muddling melodrama of your relationship with your mother, blame it on anything but the truth—when your thumb drops on that call button like the plunger on a syringe, you don’t regret it.  

What you’re not expecting is for him to answer after the first ring. 

“Hi,” you say with a snuffle before Spencer can get a word in. There’s a brief interlude, in which you pick at your nails, comfortable to just sit in silence if that’s what he wants. As long as he’s there. 

“Hi.” Hearing his voice instantly melts a bit of the weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying. Another pause, for which you remain silent, because you can feel him formulating a question—and you’d like to hear him speak again. “...am I allowed to ask if you’re okay?” 

Your lips purse and twist to the side, pained and comforted by how easily he can tell that you’re distraught. One word across a tinny connection, and he knows. 

“No. Yes. I mean... I guess that’s why I called you. But you don’t have to ask me about it.” You sniff again and take a deep breath. “How was your day? What state are you in?” 

“I’m in the district,” he answers after a moment, easing into a casualness that he likely doesn’t feel for your sake. Wind crunches through the speaker. He probably just got out of work. “My day was... it was good. I got to talk about my job to a bunch of elementary schoolers, which is always a confidence boost.” 

You chuckle, still laying on your side on the couch and watching storm clouds gathering outside. 

“Nice, nice. What else?” 

“Let’s see... I forgot lunch, so I had three oranges, and they were actually pretty good. I reread Game of Thrones—I don’t know why I did that. I’m never going to like that book.” 

“Masochist,” you smile. He laughs, and you hear the sound of a car door opening. 

“Oh! I talked to my mom. Believe it or not, she says hi.” 

A completely inadvertent snort constitutes your response. It’s not what you meant to do, and out of context it’s sort of mean, but you actually think it’s incredibly endearing that he still talks to his mother about you. He scrambles to explain himself. 

“I swear, we barely talked about you this time. Mostly we talked about her new boyfriend Leonard.” 

“No, no, that’s not... I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you or your mom. That’s really sweet, actually. Tell her I say hi too.” 

When he next speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“I will.” Another long pause. You imagine him sitting in the parking lot at Quantico, keys vertical in the ignition of his old car and feeling the silence just as much as you are. He surprises you by not ending the conversation—instead he asks a question. It is concern, poorly disguised with nervous humor. Or maybe you just know him too well. “Do I get to find out what’s on your mind, or are you leaving me in suspense here?”  

You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“Um... well, actually, I just got off the phone with my mom, too. It didn’t go so well,” you laugh halfheartedly, “I know it was dumb to try and have an actual conversation with her, but... you know me. Always following blind optimism to the depths of hell.” 

“Why’d you call your mom?” he asks, so gently it brings a fresh round of tears to your eyes. Still, you attempt to put a cheerful affect on your strained voice. 

“Mm, you know. Just needed someone to talk to.” 

Spencer’s knowing sigh does little to make you feel better. 

“You know you can always talk to me, right? I know it’s... it’s different now, but... I care about you a lot. And, you know, I receive very few phone calls, so the line is pretty much always open.” 

Your laugh quickly devolves into a cry. 

“I appreciate that, but I can’t talk to you about everything.” 

“Why not?” he pleads immediately, voice thin and desperate like it’s his most burning question. A million lies dance over the tip of your tongue. A million things that feel safer to say than the truth. But in the end, it comes out anyway—choked, and so quiet, but aloud nonetheless. 

“Because I’m trying really hard to stop missing you so much.” 

Another long beat of silence. The back of your throat feels dry and hollow—a cage for your hummingbird heart. 

“If it hurts too much to talk to me, you don’t need to do that to yourself. But I also don’t want you to hurt yourself thinking you’re alone. You are... so important to me. I will always try to take care of you the best I can—whether that means staying away or being at your front door. If you ever need me, or even... vaguely want me, I will be there.” 

Each word caves your resolve. Each syllable is a slap in the face to progress you’d been pretending to make. You can be strong—you've proven that over the past ten weeks. You can be stone-faced and slash at your heart until the scar tissue is thick and jagged, and eventually it won’t hurt anymore. But maybe, by letting someone tend to the wounds, they’ll heal a little nicer. A little kinder. Even if you can’t undo the damage, maybe one day you’ll be soft again. 

“What if I vaguely want you right now?” you sniffle. 

Finally, you hear the silver jingle of keys turning. The sputter and rumble of an old engine coming to life. 

“Then I’m on my way.” 

Twenty four minutes later, there’s a soft knock at your door.  

After the call had ended, you’d wondered if you made it all up. Surely your ex-boyfriend wasn’t actually about to show up at your apartment. Someone you’ve grieved for can’t just come back—there are countless horror novels and movies based upon that very tenet. Does it matter if they ever actually died? How long is ten weeks, really? It feels like a lifetime. 

You shuffle across the room, wiping under your eyes with your already damp sleeves, and undoing all the locks Spencer had conditioned you to start using. When the door cracks open, and you see Spencer standing there, windswept and concerned, for the first time in months, it hits you like a tidal wave. You are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, still just as in love with him as you ever were. The relief that floods your veins as he looks down at you with so much care in his eyes is like sinking into warm water. It’s a dead giveaway, and maybe it makes this whole thing a terrible idea, but you can’t seem to care very much. You open the door wider, and he enters, and he stands in your kitchen with his hands in his coat pocket as you shut the door and he’s perfect. It dawns on you that for the first time since the breakup, you feel safe. Like you don’t have to be a stone pillar anymore. This, of course, translates into even more tears, which you try to hide as you face away, re-locking the door.  

“Sweetheart...” he sighs, because you can’t hide anything from him. Hearing the resonance of his voice so close to you once more is overwhelming. In an instant you’re rushing into his arms, and he accepts you without hesitation. You bury your teary face in the vetiver safety of his button-up and slip your arms under his coat, as if you could absorb his warmth and forever hide from the world that way. He pulls you even closer. It’s terrible and cruel how much he is exactly what you needed. “What’s wrong? What did she say?” 

You shake your head and gasp a small sob. 

Truthfully, you’re not really crying about the petty insults from your mother anymore. You’re back to square one, the reason you’d called your mother to begin with—you miss the man whose arms are currently wound around your shoulders. 

His hand smooths over the back of your hair. 

“Okay. That’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.” 

You stay like that—content even as you cry because being with him feels so much safer than being alone. It feels right—or perhaps it’s just familiar. You don’t know which is worse.  

Spencer is rubbing soothing lines up and down your back as you cling to him, soaking him up in all his ephemeral, comforting glory. He surprises you by chuckling—it vibrates through his chest, buzzing against your ear. 

“Nice Magritte print. I bet the person who bought that has fantastic taste.” 

“Are you gonna ask for it back?” you mumble into the fabric of his suit jacket. He is, of course, referring to the painting you’d more or less stolen from his apartment seven months ago. You really don’t want him to take it home. It’s the most overt Spencer memorabilia you’d allowed yourself to keep in plain sight. 

“No, baby. You can keep it.” The words are low, and kind, and they settle you some, but you can’t seem to get him close enough. “What can I do?” he whispers after a moment, helpless as you take a shuddering breath. “Can I make you tea? Have you eaten?” 

“Will you just... stay for a little bit? I’ll—I promise I’ll stop crying.” 

There is an unexpected lull where you thought you’d receive pretty immediate agreement, but before you can pull back and ask what’s wrong, he murmurs, “yeah. I can stay for a while. But you have to kick me out before it gets too late.” 

You wonder if you’re imagining the double-entendre that seems to underline his words in bold red ink. Spencer is too smart to have not noticed a thing like that. You don’t mention it—it all boils down to the same unspoken idea. 

Don’t let me stay, because I might not leave. 

“I will,” you sniff, finally stepping back and wiping your own tears. It hurts to lose his touch, but at least you know he’s not going anywhere for the next few hours. This, as opposed to everything else lately, can be a beginning instead of an end.  

At least, until he goes home. 

Three and a half hours later, after tea, an impromptu dinner comprised mostly of cheese and crackers, and several vinyl changes on your record player (which served only as background noise for your long, ambling conversations), things are seeming to wind down to a natural stopping point. Which you hate. The whole time you’d had a dull ache in your chest because talking to him was easier than breathing and you knew it wouldn’t last. There had been one or two false bottoms already—the first when you’d yawned around nine, and the second when you’d gotten up to do your skincare and brush your teeth half an hour later. Even then he’d just leaned against the doorframe, watching your reflection above the sink as you talked for fifteen more minutes. Now you stand across from each other in the kitchen, plates restacked and everything in order. Of course he’d insisted on helping you clean up. 

“I should go,” he says, with a soft sort of finality in his voice.  

“Is your carriage turning into a pumpkin?” you tease gently, to hide how much you don’t want him to leave. He smiles—a small, weary thing—but genuinely and endlessly charmed by you. 

“That among other things.” 

“Would you—would you walk me to my room first?” 

The hesitance is clear in his eyes and the way his lips part as if to say, ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea’, but you're sure he’s really going to leave in a moment and you’re also sure he won’t deny you this one small thing before he does. 

“Okay.” 

It’s a short, silent walk through the living room and down the hall to your bedroom door, but you can feel him trailing behind you the whole way. You stop in front of your open door, turning face to face with him.  

“Thanks,” you murmur.  

His lips pull into a melancholy smile. 

“Anytime.” 

There’s nothing left to do but wrap your arms around each other once more, tuck yourself into the you-sized space between his head and shoulder and hold on for as long as he’ll let you. The hug lingers for longer than is wise. Spencer adjusts his arms looped around your waist, pulling you closer, and you nuzzle against his neck, grateful that at least he seems as reluctant to let this end as you are.  

But eventually, it relaxes. Your hold on each other loosens. His face is just inches from yours, and you get to study every plane and valley and line like you’d thought you never would again. It seems he’s doing the same—losing himself in the luxury of seeing you up close. 

“Will you kiss me goodnight?” you whisper, unable to muster any self-consciousness though you know it’s a fool’s errand. Spencer strokes your waist. 

“I can’t do that, honey.” 

“Why not?” 

His voice is just as quiet as yours. It falters slightly as he speaks, so gently, so patiently. 

“Because we’re not together anymore.” 

“Why not?” 

Your feeble, desperate supplication sounds pitiable even to you. You’re not proud, but you can’t find it in yourself to be ashamed, either. All you want is an answer. But it’s like a child asking why the sky is blue, or the earth is round. There is a definitive explanation, but mostly, the adult will shrug, and say, that’s just how it is. 

Spencer’s eyes squeeze shut. His head tilts down. 

“We can’t do this again, sweetheart. You know why we’re not together.” 

In theory—yes. You’d had so many conversations when you’d broken up. It had been a long, painful process, spanning multiple all-nighters at his kitchen table, nursing coffee and trying to convince each other and yourselves that it was the right choice. But it just feels like a horrible, horrible mistake. You feel desperate to explain this to him before he slips away again—the words come out flustered, inelegant as you cling to him.

“But I don’t think I’m getting better without you. I tried, I tried so hard to be good on my own, but everything is worse and harder and—and we weren’t sure about it then, and I don’t think it was the right choice, because I still really need you. Like, all the time. I’m—it’s not getting better without you. Nothing got better.” 

He swallows, eyes darting between yours for an infinite second. You’re breathless and your heart is pounding after your confession—you can feel your eyes stinging with the few tears that managed to escape as you spoke. 

“Everything is worse,” he agrees shakily. “Everything. I’m—I’m getting disciplinary infractions from Hotch like I’m a child because I can’t focus on anything. Game of Thrones is the most complex literature I can comprehend right now. I had to use a calculator the other day.” 

You want to laugh, but nothing is funny until he’s yours again. 

“Then come back. Please come back, Spencer.” 

Finally, he leans closer, until your heads are pressed together, and his nose bumps yours, feather light. You're dizzy. You exhale. He inhales. 

“I don’t think I knew how to leave in the first place.” 

When he kisses you, it feels like home. 

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds

[littlejuicebox]

The Little Things

Summary: Sometime in Act 1, Astarion is beginning to realize he may like you more than he thought.

Tags/Warnings: pure fluff, feelings realization, sexual innuendo, in game spoilers

*

Astarion’s nice, simple plan is falling apart at the seams. He isn’t quite sure when it began or how you slowly wormed your way into his heart like the parasite wormed its way into his brain.

He thinks it must have started shortly after the night you two spent together in the clearing. Perhaps the day you drew his scars for him in the dirt?

You notice the little things about him, and it flusters him entirely. No one else has ever bothered to pay attention long enough to catch all the subtleties you seem to see without missing a beat.

*

You notice he makes tea but never drinks it. It tastes like dirty water on his vampiric tongue, but he loves the smell and the warmth. One day you bring him a cup of tea and urge him to try it.

“This one will be different, I promise.” You say, and you smile at him so sweetly it’s impossible to refuse.

He quirks a brow but obliges. One small sip reveals that this tea is palatable… in fact, it’s actually enjoyable.

“What’s in this? Better not be a sore attempt at poisoning me.” He murmurs with a playful smirk before taking another long sip of the warm liquid.

You grin and show him your finger, where the smallest pinprick can be seen.

Blood. Of course.

His face feels hot, like patches of warmth are spreading across his cheeks. It must be the tea.

“Clever pup,” He chuckles, “I— thank you.”

*

One day you’re simply walking by him in camp, returning from a quick foraging trip in the woods. He’s perched upon a stool, reading a book, and drinking the remnants of his morning tea you’d brought to him just over an hour ago.

It’s a lovely little treat every morning. He’s secretly delighted every time you bring it by.

You pause and smile, “Enjoying your book?”

He hums a soft yes and dog ears the page before clasping it shut to acknowledge you.

“Quite, darling. And you? Enjoying your… digging in the mud?” He asks, cocking his head just slightly as he examines the small basket of potatoes you’d procured from the earth.

“It’s not so bad,” You laugh, and then your eyes flicker to his book, “Oh, I almost forgot.”

You rustle through your bag and withdraw a thin strip of burgundy fabric, offering it to him.

Astarion takes the gift. It’s a bookmark. There’s a delicate letter A stitched in gold thread at the top of the small trinket. He’d spent a few hours last week showing you how to sew and embroider little details.

“I noticed you always fold the corners of the pages, and Gale is always grumbling about it when you return his books, so…” You shrug and smile again, “Plus, it’s a small thank you. For the sewing lessons.”

His face feels hot again. It must be the tea. Again.

“Ah, yes. I shall be sure to use it now, then. Don’t want to risk angering the wizard and getting us all blown up!” He jokes as he places the bookmark atop his book, mostly as an excuse to break away from your gaze, which is causing him to feel flustered. He doesn’t know why.

You laugh softly and step closer to him, “It’s not as good as your work.”

You absentmindedly take his hand and turn it, revealing the inner sleeve of his shirt. Your fingers trace along the cuff, admiring a piece of his own embroidery he’d done a few days ago.

“I saw you stitched these little flowers on your shirt the other day. Can you show me how to do that?” You ask, bringing your eyes back up to meet his.

He swallows. Your hand is still resting upon his wrist.

“O-of course, darling. Anytime.” He responds, still thrown. How had you noticed that? His skin tingles from where your fingers had grazed against him.

But it isn’t a bad sensation. He quite liked it, actually.

You grin and then hoist your basket back up before bidding goodbye and walking over to show Gale your harvest. Astarion is left befuddled and simply staring as you walk away.

*

That same night you’re by the campfire, and Astarion is showing you how to stitch small flowers on a scrap of cloth. You’re leaning over his shoulder, watching his work intently. The proximity is making his fingers fumble more than they usually would, but you don’t seem to notice.

“You filed your nails today,” You remark, absently, as you watch his skilled fingers work their creative magic.

He blinks and pauses mid-stitch.

His nails? You noticed the length of his nails?

“I wasn’t aware they were so obscenely long that it would be so obvious.” He responds, his nose wrinkling just slightly. Perhaps his standards of cleanliness and appearance had fallen in the wilds.

“Oh, it’s not that,” You reply, your tone almost dreamy as you continue to observe the rogue, “I just look at your hands a lot.”

Astarion’s finger slips and he pierces himself with the needle. He winces slightly as he withdraws the sliver from his hand.

“I— what?” He asks, pausing his work to assess you with wide, blinking eyes.

You hadn’t meant to say that last part aloud. You’d been entranced and disarmed by the steady rhythm of his hands and the smell of Astarion’s freshly washed skin.

He’d started a new bar of soap today. You could tell because he smelled different when he returned from the river. You’d complimented the new fragrance and he’d stared at you for a moment too long, eyebrows furrowed. You worried you’d somehow offended him. And then he laughed and made some innuendo-filled joke about cleanliness being next to godliness.

He’s waiting for you to respond, the metal sliver of a needle held at rest between his thumb and forefinger.

“I…” You start, and you feel a blush creep across your face, “You have pretty hands.”

You finish the statement lamely and with a small shrug.

One, two, three beats of silence.

Astarion’s scarlet eyes are staring into your own; he’s thinking… deeply.

Before you process what’s happening, the rogue has already abandoned his project in the dirt and brought both his hands to cup your face, plunging forward to press a kiss against your lips. His tongue slides into your mouth, urgently dancing against your own.

You two hadn’t been physical since the night of the Tiefling party. He hadn’t propositioned you again, and you were far too nervous to attempt propositioning him. You are entirely caught off guard by his advances but eagerly receive his affections anyway.

When Astarion finally breaks away from you, his face is hot. He knows it isn’t the tea this time.

He wants to show you what else he can do with his pretty hands.

#get loved loser #get fucking cherished #astarion fanfic #baulders gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x gn reader #astarion reader insert #astarion x f!reader #astarion fluff #Astarion feelings realization #act 1 spoilers #astarion romance #astarion pov #astarion comfort #astarion fanfiction #astarion fic #astarion x you #astarion x female reader #astarion/reader #Astarion/you #astarion x reader insert #x reader

[coldfanbou]

Full Body Relaxation

Alrighty, so here we are with the fic that is purely smut. Thank you to Blep for the idea. Here today, we have a G!P Kiss of Life using Julie, with the reader getting a piece of her, too. This one was a little harder to do due to the amount of people involved in one scene but I wrote it as best I could.

G!P Natty, Belle, Haneul x Julie x M reader

Length 2.4K

On the Japanese mountainside, Julie smiled to herself as she finally arrived at her ryokan. The heavy snow had nearly made her decide to turn back, but she had spent too much money not to go. The inn was shrouded in steam from the onsens it held. She entered the inn, feeling the immediate warmth the moment she opened the door. She shivered slightly but moved toward the counter, worked by an elderly woman. She gave her name and signed in. As the elderly woman slowly finished the paperwork, she chatted with Julie. “It’s nice to have you here, miss. You’re only one of a handful of guests; most decided not to come because of the snow.”

Julie nodded, understanding, “Right, they probably didn’t want to get caught in the storm.”

“They’re missing out,” The elderly woman snapped. “Our onsen has the best effect when it's so cold like this. You should get out of those clothes and hurry along to join the other guests.” She says as she begins to lead Julie to her room. “This is going to be your room. Dinner will be served at seven. Enjoy yourself and relax until then.” The elderly woman left the room before realizing she forgot to tell Julie the onsen was currently a “special” bath but figured that Julie would find out on her own.

“Right, thanks,” Julie said as she put everything down. She dropped her jacket to the ground and opened her suitcase before thinking about the bath. “I should really check it out.” She put her things away and headed toward the bath. As Julie entered the onsen area, she remembered having to clean herself before entering properly. She stripped off her clothing and sat on one of the small stools, using the shower head to clean herself. 

The door that led to the onsen was made of glass; the other guests began watching as Julie washed herself. You looked over at the pair beside you. Natty and Haneul, Natty craned her neck back and moaned as Haneul’s small hands squeezed her tits. The younger woman had been nipping at Natty’s tits for a long time as Natty gave her a handjob. Your view is momentarily blocked as Belle rests against your chest. You pull Belle down, your hands digging into her flesh as her walls tighten around you. Belle groans as your shaft pushes deeper into her ass. She watches Julie get closer to the door and strokes her cock, about to cum. “Don’t cum before she even gets in.” Belle looks at you with pleading eyes, she is desperate to cum, but you wouldn't let her. “If you’re going to cum it’ll be in her.” You say as you push Belle off your cock. Belle stumbles into the hot water; Natty and Haneul move closer to the edge of the bathroom, their cocks stiff as Julie steps outside. 

Julie gives a shy wave as the cold air hits her, making her small nipples stiff. “Hi, everyone. My name is Julie.” Julie quickly covers her body with her hands as she walks toward the bath. Natty, Hanuel, and Belle rise from their spot, flashing Julie with their stiff cocks. Belle was already stroking hers as she took in every inch of Julie’s body. Precum leaked from the tip as she moved toward Julie. Julie, for her part, felt her nether regions tingle as the women approached her. She didn’t notice her fingers moving along her slit. Belle and Natty got to her first, leaving Haneul out for the moment. The pair dragged Julie into the shallow water, their hands running along her body until they found what they were after.

Natty’s hand replaced Julie’s; she pushed her finger inside and felt Julie’s walls squeeze it. On the other end, Belle was tracing Julie’s asshole, poking and prodding the puckered hole. She kissed the back of Julie's neck; the pleasure made Julie’s body feel like it was burning. She started to rock her hips against Natty’s hand and wrapped her arms around the younger woman. You watched as Natty placed her hands on the backside of Julie’s thighs and lifted her. Her cock prodded the older woman’s cunt, ready to take her. Belle had her cock in hand and pressed it against Julie’s ass. It would be no easy challenge; both Natty and Belle were big, easily enough to fill Julie by themselves. Together, they would turn her into a complete mess. Julie looked back at Belle, grasping how big she was now, “W-wait a second, I’ve never had anything-SHIT!” Julie’s mouth is wide open as she gasps; Natty and Belle impaled her on their cocks. Julie could feel their cocks rubbing against each other through her walls. Her ass felt like it was on fire; Belle’s cock tore through her. Belle climaxed as she buried herself inside the older woman. She pressed her body against Julie’s as her cum filled the older woman’s ass. Julie felt full; Belle’s warm cum continued to pour into her. 

Natty kissed and sucked the woman’s neck, leaving hickeys on her as she slowly dragged her cock out of her tight cunt. Julie hung her hands around Natty’s neck, her mind going until she felt Natty ram her cock back in. 

Belle began to move, too, waiting until Natty’s cock was entirely inside Julie before moving. Her cum ran down Julie’s walls, painting them white as she pushed her cock back in. Despite her legs feeling weak, Belle wouldn’t give up her spot inside Julie. “You’re squeezing me.” She whispered into Julie’s ear. The older woman shivered as she felt Belle’s tongue lick behind her ear. 

Sandwiched between the two women, Julie let out moan after moan as they began moving. Julie can feel Natty’s nipples moving across her chest as she bounces from one cock to the other. The two women’s hands wander her body, touching and grabbing every part of her, driving her crazy as the pain from Belle ravaging her ass turns to pleasure. A euphoric smile begins to form across her face. 

You watch this happen before you, stroking your cock slowly before noticing Haneul off to the side. Her hand was gliding up her shaft, and her hips were thrusting as she watched Julie become a sex toy for the older women. You get up from the deep end of the bath and come up behind Hanuel, your hands on her stomach before moving up to her small breasts. “You want to get involved, don’t you, Haneul?” While you squeeze her breasts, you hear her whimper. “You liked playing with Natty’s tit earlier, and I know she has a thing for rimming. Why don’t you help her out while she’s playing with Julie?” Haneul wets her lips at the thought and leaves your side, heading straight toward Natty. 

The older woman was too busy having her way with Julie to notice the youngest reach her and get into a kneeling position. The water was at Haneul’s stomach, splashing around her from the movements of the others. Her eyes were solely on Natty’s bottom; she spread the woman’s cheek and moved in. With her tongue sticking out, she moved around Natty’s ass. 

Natty felt the warm appendage around her ass, and it sent shivers down her spine. Her rhythm was broken as Haneul’s small tongue circled her puckered asshole. She whined, and her hips bucked uncontrollably from the pleasure. Haneul pushed things further as her tongue pushed inside Natty. “Shit,” Natty moaned as she pushed her cock further into Julie. Even though she had stopped moving, Belle’s thrusts were keeping the pleasure flowing as Julie’s body shifted. It didn’t help things that Natty could feel Belle’s cock rubbing against her through Julie’s walls. Natty was on the verge of cumming. Julie was close as well; her walls began to strangle both Belle and Natty, trapping them inside. The women’s moans mixed as they reached their climax. Cum poured into Julie’s cunt and ass, filling her to the brim. The pleasure she felt was unlike anything else; her entire body twitched, and she squirted her sweet nectar all over Natty’s cock as her walls milked the two women dry. Natty and Belle slowly pull, their cum practically dripping off their cock. 

Once they let go of Julie, she fell, her legs too weak to hold her weight. Haneul backs off from Natty and, as the older woman moves toward the deeper end of the bath, comes face to face with Julie. Hanuel smiles at her. Julie’s mind was far from home in the afterglow of her orgasm. Haneul crawls closer to the older woman and plants her lips on her. She drags Julie’s hand to her cock, moaning into the kiss as Julie instinctively starts stroking it. 

Julie’s palm rubbed against the head as her hand easily wrapped around Hanuel’s shaft. Hanuel was much smaller than Belle and Natty, but Julie liked it all the same. She began to imagine it inside her, spewing more cum into her already full cunt. Seeing your chance to get involved, you walk up beside them and interrupt their kiss using your cock. They welcome you to the party; you groan as Hanuel and Julie’s tongues move up and down across your shaft. “Hanuel, you’ve been waiting a long time. Why don’t you take your turn with Julie?” You tell her. Hanuel’s smile tells you everything you need to know. You pull your cock away from them and move Julie onto a towel just outside the bath, laying her flat.

You get beside her and spread her cheeks apart so Hanuel can see the mess that is her cum filled ass and cunt. Hanuel struggles to contain herself, jerking off to the sight. “Come on, Hanuel, choose which one you want.” Hanuel hurries out of the water and gets behind Julie. Hanuel, with her cock in hand, presses against Julie’s warm cunt and slips in with ease. She’s rocked by the feeling of Julie’s walls gripping her tightly, releasing a loud moan. Julie’s legs bend at the knee, and her body jerks forward as Hanuel quickly thrusts her length into the older woman. Julie raises her head and opens her mouth, wanting your cock. Letting her have what she wants, you get in front of her and push your length down her throat. Her lips are tightly wrapped around your cock as her tongue moves around it. You stare into Julie’s lustful eye as you slowly move your hips, letting her tongue rub against the head. Her moans caused her throat to vibrate, which only made her blowjob more pleasurable. 

As you and Haneul spit-roasted the older woman, you tilted Hanuel’s head up, stealing a kiss from her as she dug her hand into Julie’s soft ass. Hanuel was desperate to cum; her hips moved quickly, and she was practically throwing her entire weight into every thrust.  Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Natty and Belle sitting back, watching you and Hanuel while they stroked each other’s cocks. You smirked as you continued to use Julie’s mouth. Your attention was quickly taken by Hanuel’s whine as she buried her cock into Julie, filling her with even more cum. Julie squeezed her walls around Hanuel’s cock, muffled moans coming from her as she felt more warm cum pour into her. “Hanuel, you came too quickly.” You complain before getting another idea. You wave over Natty and Belle as you pull your cock away from Julie. “Belle lay down here. Natty, I need you to stuff little Hanuel for us.” The pair smile, more than happy to get involved again. 

You had Belle lay on the floor, with Julie on top of her. By Belle’s head were Natty and Hanuel. You planned to have Natty fuck Hanuel in front of Julie, giving her a cock to suck on while you and Belle fucked her abused holes. You took Julie’s ass, sliding in with little resistance due to Belle’s leftover cum. You moan; Julie’s ass tightened around you as Belle slipped herself inside Julie’s cunt. Julie could hardly keep herself up as her arms grew weak, but the sight of Hanuel’s flaccid cock had her hungry. 

Natty made her move, moving her fingers along Hanuel’s slit, excited at the prospect of fucking her. Hanuel’s cock slowly came back to life. It twitched while it became hard again. Julie reached forward, forcefully pulling Hanuel closer and wrapping her lips around the small cock. 

Hanuel whimpered, the feeling of Natty pushing her big dick inside her tight cunt and Julie’s warm mouth quickly becoming too much. She grimaced and whined as she came within moments. Julie felt the hot liquid pour into her mouth, but she spilled more than a few drops due to you and Belle. Hanuel shot the last bit of her cum onto Julie’s face covering her mouth. 

Even though Hanuel just had her second orgasm, Natty wasn’t done with her just yet. She fell in love with how tight Hanuel was and continued to drive her cock into Hanuel’s womb. “Hanuel, Hanuel, Hanuel!” Natty yelled as she picked up her pace. She moved her hand up to Hanuel’s tits, squeezing them roughly as she pounded away at the younger woman’s body. 

Julie was becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure; she struggled to do anything but keep Hanuel’s cock in her mouth. She was growing more dizzy the longer this went on. You slapped her ass in between thrusts, watching it grow bright red. Julie’s walls tightened around you and Belle. Each thrust brought you both closer to your orgasm, and you were going to make sure Julie couldn’t take another drop. 

With everyone nearing their climax, you all put the last of your energy into the final thrusts. You and Belle dragged Julie’s lower half onto your cocks, stuffing her as you shot your cum into her guts. Hanuel screamed as she came again, giving Julie another drink. Natty pressed her cock into Hanuel, forcing her cunt to take in every drop. You all remain in that position for what seems like forever. The mass of bodies slowly came undone. Julie was a wreck; her asshole was left gaping, cum spilling out of it as it winked at you. Her face had cum dripping from it, but you wanted to add a little more. Kneeling by her tired face, you slap it with your cock, dripping more cum onto it. Julie lazily moved toward your cock, sticking her tongue out. The others laughed at this and did the same, hitting Julie’s tongue. You watched as Julie reached down and began playing with her clit.

“Julie, it’s nice meeting you. Why don’t we all continue this in your room?” Julie just nodded her head as she attached herself to your cock.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #kiss of life smut #julie smut #natty smut #Hanuel smut #Belle smut

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

A Very Merry Unbirthday

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: minor angst, fluff at the end

Request by anon: I was wondering if you could do a angst fic where Spencer forgets readers birthday maybe he’s too distracted by JJ (or anyone else) then Derek is the one who reminds him, maybe Derek brings reader flowers and Spencer got jealous and confronted Derek and that’s when Derek tells him that it’s her birthday 

Summary: Your birthday is here and the one person you expected something from doesn't even remember it's here.

Square Filled: penelope garcia for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Today is a very exciting day because today is your birthday! To celebrate the big day, you’re wearing your favorite jeans that hug your ass nicely, shoes that make you look taller without it being a high heel, a nice blouse that stays in work regulations, your hair is half-pinned to the top, light makeup on your face, and a smile to tie it all together. 

It sucks you won’t get to spend it with your family but you have another family waiting for you at the office. Being surrounded by the people you care about, especially your boyfriend, is something you’d never turn down. Spencer has always been known to do cute and romantic things for you so you’re so excited to see what he has planned for your birthday.

The first person you see when you walk into work is Spencer. He is at his desk on the phone and based on his face, it’s not a pleasant phone call. You’re not going to bother him when he’s working so you’ll greet him when he gets off the phone. You walk to your desk and set your things down when JJ and Emily approach you from behind.

“Happy birthday,” Em grins.

“Thank you!”

“Anything special planned?”

“You mean besides the not-so-surprise party Pen is throwing?” JJ and Emily have shocked looks on their faces. “Come on, I know even if no one told me. Don’t worry, I’ll be prepared to be surprised.”

“She does make it obvious sometimes,” Emily chuckles.

“Other than that, no. Spencer might have something planned but that I do not know about.” Spencer gets off the phone with a sigh and you depart from your friends. You walk over to him with a smile even if he doesn’t return it. “Hey.”

“Hey. Sorry, I can’t talk right now.”

He grabs a bunch of files off his desk and leaves his desk and you behind.

“Okay, I’ll catch you later,” you call after him.

Maybe he’s having a busy morning. You’ll meet up with him later once he’s had enough time to get done what he needs to. Hotch and Rossi walk into the bullpen after visiting someone on the first floor, and you smile at them.

“Hi, Hotch. Rossi.”

“Hey, happy birthday, kiddo,” Rossi smiles.

“Yeah, happy birthday.”

“Thank you. Another year older. It seems like the older I get, the faster time goes.”

“You’re preaching to the choir,” Rossi jokes.

They both have gifts for you but they will give them to you at Penelope’s surprise party. She is a dead giveaway when she is doing something for other people. Once she starts planning, she has a hard time keeping it inside. It’s endearing.

After lunch, you find Spencer in the break room. He has been working his ass off all day and is in desperate need of something to eat.

“Hey, Spencer. How was your morning?”

“Rough. Hotch has me running around doing everything under the sun.”

You wait for him to say something but when he doesn’t after five seconds, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

“Do you know what today is?”

“Monday?”

“Yes but no.”

“It’s not a holiday.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I don’t know. What?” The smile on your face falls when you realize that he may have forgotten about you. He forgot. “Are you okay?”

“No, yeah, um, I just made you some lunch. It’s in the fridge.”

“Thank you,” he smiles and kisses your cheek.

“You’re welcome,” you whisper.

You wait for him to say anything else to you but he doesn’t. Spencer never forgets anything but he forgot this? He forgot you? Spencer’s desk phone rings and he abandons the lunch you made to answer it. Maybe you’re not important to him anymore.

You avoid him like the plague for the rest of the day. He doesn’t seem to notice since he is nose-deep in his work, but he does notice Derek walk in with some flowers in hand.

“Who’s the lucky lady?” Spencer smiles.

“Yours.”

“What?” Spencer stands up and checks the card to see your name on it. “Why are you giving my girlfriend flowers?”

“You didn’t get her any?”

“No, why would I?”

“You’re in trouble, that’s all I gotta say,” Derek chuckles.

“I’m not in the mood to play games, Morgan. Why are you getting my girlfriend flowers?”

“I got them for her birthday which is today.”

“No, it’s next month.”

“No, it’s today.”

Spencer groans in realization as Derek places the flowers on your desk.

“Are you kidding me?” Now he knows why you’ve been avoiding him all day and why you were so weird during lunch. “I messed up big time. She asked me earlier what today was but I told her I didn’t know. Now I have no idea where she is. She’s been avoiding me.”

“I saw her head into Pen’s office.”

“Thank you.” Spencer rushes over to Pen’s office and knocks twice. He tries to open the door but it’s locked. “Penelope? I know Y/N is in there.”

The door unlocks and Pen only opens it slightly so he can’t barge in.

“She doesn't want to see you right now.”

“Just let me talk to her.”

“Try again later.”

“Y/N, I am so so--”

Penelope closes the door on Spencer, cutting him off. Spencer debates on knocking until you relent but he has a better idea. It’s nearing the end of the day and Hotch has granted him early leave for the day.

“I get he’s busy and gets distracted, but not one ‘happy birthday’ to me? He remembers everything but not this?”

“Honey, all men are stupid, even the smartest of them.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I gotta get back to work. I can’t hide out here forever.”

“Good luck!”

You finish the rest of the work day without seeing Spencer and you don’t see him on your way home. You unlock your front door and enter your apartment expecting to just go to bed and forget today ever happened. Instead, you see fake candles making a path straight to Spencer who is holding a single rose in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” you eventually ask and close your front door.

“I am so sorry for today. I was caught up in work and I didn’t realize what I was doing until Derek told me, but that’s not an excuse.”

“Do you even know what today is?”

“It’s your birthday.”

“You forgot.”

“No, I was distracted. Darling, I am so sorry.”

You sigh, take your jacket off, and hang it on the rack by the door.

“I’m not upset that you were busy. We all get busy. I’m more upset that you forgot. You have a mind that can’t forget but you forgot me. It made me feel like I’m not important enough to you.”

Spencer rushes over to you and pulls you into his arms, lifting your chin so you’re looking right at him.

“No, don’t ever think that. You’re the most important person in my life. You are the light in all this darkness. You are the reason I get up in the morning.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Hotch has been bombarding me with work lately. I got caught up in that today.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes.”

“Is that rose for me?”

Spencer smiles and holds the rose out for you. “Yes.”

“Do we still have time for dinner?”

“Why don’t we stay in tonight and I’ll cook for you? We can plan something for after your party I know you know about.”

“Okay, deal,” you smile.

He leans down and kisses you, relieved that he didn’t mess everything up.

x

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[jobean12-blog]

A Place Made for Love

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (No-outbreak Joel)

Word Count: 5,081

Summary: You're new to the small town Joel's lived in all his life and just the sight of you has him feeling a certain way so when he learns that you've bought the old bookshop and you're moving into the apartment above, it turns his familiar world upside down.

Author's Note: This one got away from me. I love the idea of Joel just living his life and doing construction and being grumpy and then reader comes along and really gives him a run for his money. Had to include a bookshop for this because along with Joel, it's one of my favorite things. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy! 🥰

PS Bold font means texts and anything italics is like an inner thought lol

Warnings: grumpy Joel, sassy reader, tension, flirting, softness and smiles, fluff and sweetness

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

You trudge down the canned food aisle feeling completely indecisive but hungry and growing more aggravated by the second.

As you round the next corner you’re sifting through the contents of your basket when you walk headfirst into what feels like the wall.

“Ow!” you yelp as you stumble back.

A strong arm wraps around your waist to steady you and you look up, blinking.

“Better watch where you’re goin’ there darlin’.”

Your body tenses at the feel of him pressed against you and you mutter something inaudible under your breath before slipping from his grasp.

“Not even a thank you,” he muses as he turns to follow you.

“Weren’t you going the other way?” you shoot back.

“Just realized I forgot the pasta,” he says, leaning over your shoulder to whisper the words close to your ear.

You force your betraying body to remain calm at his proximity and then ignore the comment.

“What the hell are you gonna make with that mish mosh?” he asks as he peeks into your basket.

“Why do you care?” you counter with a brittle smirk.

He shrugs as the corners of his mouth turn up into a grin.

“Maybe something to poison you with…that would be nice.”

Your sassy remark makes his whole face light up with a smile and it momentarily roots you to the spot.

With one last disgruntled glance you stomp off in the other direction. “Since I’m new here you’d think you’d be a little more neighborly!”

“Fuck,” Joel mutters as he follows you.

“Ok darlin’.”

“Ok what?” you ask as you turn to face him.

“Maybe…” and he paused, studying you. “I could be a bit more friendly.”

He looks back down at your basket.

“You know if you grab some beans and a pepper you’ll be well on your way to making a great chili.”

“Chili,” you repeat.

You look between him and the basket. “That works. Although…”

“You’ve never made it before?”

At his question you fight back a sigh.

“No. I haven’t. But I’m capable of looking up a recipe.”

“Or I could just tell you about some good take-out places.”

You roll your eyes.

“I can manage to cook my own dinner, thanks!”

At the sarcasm in your tone his grin widens before he starts to step around you, his arm brushing yours with the motion.

“Great darlin.’ Just don’t burn the place down or anything. It’s the only bookshop in the neighborhood and we all love it.”

He winks and saunters off.

The urge to turn around and watch him is almost overwhelming but you square your shoulder and keep your chin up. “I can make chili,” you assure yourself.

Joel sits across from Tommy and sips his beer, waiting for his brother to make a dinner choice.

If Tommy notices Joel glancing too many times at the small bookshop across the street, he doesn’t mention it.

“You’re quieter than usual,” Tommy remarks as he drops the menu and leans back. “What’s on your mind?”

Joel grunts before looking across the street again. “Work.”

“This new job we have is a big one. I want it to go perfectly so they hire us for the rest of it.” Joel continues.

Tommy nods in agreement but he’s battling a smile.

“Somethin’ you wanna say brother?” Joel asks.

Tommy grins. “I might have somethin’ to say.”

Joel grinds his teeth and tightens his grip on the beer bottle.

“Heard you had a little exchange with our new bookshop owner at the grocery store this mornin’.”

“Who said?” Joel asks, pinning Tommy with dark eyes.

“No one of importance,” Tommy shrugs. “You’re starin’ a hole through the window.”

Tommy’s eyes glitter. He’s clearly enjoying himself. “Heard she didn’t back down and run off over your…charm.”

“You’re worse than a school girl. Spreadin’ gossip around.”

That makes Tommy laugh and he takes a swig of his drink.

“Still,” Tommy says. “I can’t blame you…she’s real nice to look at and probably a lot of fun when you get her goin’…which you seem to enjoy doin’.”

“Tommy,” Joel warns as his jaw tightens. “Don’t go sniffin’ around any of that and don’t ask me to explain why.”

Tommy dips his head in understanding, his mouth tight in a straight line but his eyes bright with amusement.

“Not a single sniff. You’ve got my word brother…”

Tommy’s head swings around and his attention settles on something happening in the street. “What the hell…?”

Joel jerks his head in the same direction and in matter of seconds he’s out of his chair and charging through the door.

Without thinking he runs toward you and let’s out a breath when he looks you over, the large pot between your fingers and a garbage bag over your shoulder.

“Are you hurt?”

“No,” you breathe, staring at him. “Where the hell did you come from?”

His relief at the fact that you’re unharmed is obvious even as he takes the pot from you and grabs your wrists, turning your hands over to check.

His skin is warm and his fingers are calloused. The sensations cause your mind to go blank and you stand there motionless.

Once he’s satisfied he looks down at the pot and the black contents inside. He’s still holding your wrists.

“I burnt it,” you say quietly. “The whole upstairs apartment smells awful so I thought I’d better get rid of it quick before the shop started to stink.”

“I can take care…” Tommy begins to speak and Joel whips his head around just now realizing he was even standing there and glares so Tommy snaps his mouth shut.

Joel looks back at you and slowly releases you, the loss of his touch something you instantly feel.

Tommy covers a cough and you drag your eyes away from Joel to glance at his younger brother.

“Hey,” Tommy says and extends his hand.

You reach out and shake it to introduce yourself.

“I was saying I could help you out with that but I think my brother here has it under control,” Tommy quips.

“Damn right I do,” Joel says, hands on his hips.

“Thanks Tommy, I appreciate the offer,” you smile.

Tommy tips his head and walks back across the street to the bar.

Joel’s hard eyes turn to you in an assessing way but he remains silent.

“Aren’t you going to make some shitty remark about my cooking skills,” you snip.

His broad shoulders slump and he holds out his hand.

“Here, give me the bag.”

You hand the bag over and watch as he empties what he can of the contents and then stares down at it with pursed lips.

“Might have to…” he starts.

“You can just get rid…” you say at the same time.

He drops the pot into the bag with a laugh.

It catches you off guard and when he meets your eyes again the surprise is evident in your wide-eyed expression.

“No shitty remarks darlin.’ Just glad you’re ok…and you didn’t burn the place down.”

The last part of his comment trails off into quiet mumblings but you still catch it.

“Couldn’t help yourself huh?” you say but you’re fighting back a small smile.

The two of you stand there on the sidewalk for what feels like forever until Joel clears his throat and you look up at him through your lashes.

“Guess your dinner’s ruined,” he states.

“You could say that. I’ll have to go aimlessly walk around the grocery store some more in the hopes of finding food.”

His large hand runs through his already mussed hair before it settles on the back of his head and he shoves his free hand into his jeans pocket.

“Hey uh, listen darlin’…I’m sorry if I was rude earlier…at the store…and the other times before that. It was wrong of me.”

Your expression softens.

“Thank you, I accept.”

Joel hums and flicks his head toward the bar. “I had just ordered dinner before you came running out. Go in and eat it.”

When you stare at him he plays back his words and realizes they came out as a demand.

“If you want to,” he adds. “Join me. For food.”

You smile and slide past him. Your distinct and soft scent wafts up to his nose and he instinctively inhales, his eyes closing briefly before he starts to move to follow you.

He motions to the small table and pulls out your chair, waiting for you to sit before he does the same. His thick fingers wrap around the fork, making it look comically small, before he hands it to you and pushes the plate closer.

You stab a French fry and pop it in your mouth.

“So Tommy…you guys work together?”

“Yeah. Construction. We actually have a big project coming up in the city. Working on one of the new fancy hotel buildings.

“That sounds exciting. I guess it’s not really a 9-5 job then?”

“Nah, not really. Some days we spend doing small, odd jobs around the neighborhood and other times we’ll be on one job for weeks or months.”

You nod. “What do you do in your spare time? Besides follow women around the grocery store and make snarky comment on their food choices.”

“Gonna hold that over my head for long?” he asks.

You look him over and pretend to think about it. “Not sure yet.”

“Fair enough,” he sighs, noticing you stopped eating and nudging your arm with his elbow. “Eat.”

“Are you always this bossy?” you ask as you chew.

His eyes drop to your mouth and the way you lick the salt from your lips.

“Maybe,” he replies, the sides of his mouth twitching with a smile.

“Fair enough,” you tell him, mirroring his earlier words.

The whites of his teeth appear with his lopsided smile

“You plannin’ on trying to cook chili again?”

“Maybe,” you answer, loving the way his eyes crinkle at your repeated and mocking words.

“So now that you know a little more about me why not tell me why you’re here in our little town?”

He settles his forearms on the table and leans in, watching you with intense eyes.

“Well,” you start with a sigh. “I’ve always wanted to run or own a bookshop but my job in the city was keeping me so busy I barely had time to read and of course it’s easier said than done. For a while I didn’t mind…the work that is. Sure I was busy but I figured my life was just what it was supposed to be. Had a nice apartment, steady job, steady boyfriend…until I didn’t. He broke up with me over a text and then refused to answer my calls and explain why. After that, my job became less and less appealing as did living in the city so when his opportunity came up I had to jump on it as scary as all the change is.”

You wait and hold his gaze. “What are you thinking?” you ask.

“I’m thinking a lot of things,” he says quietly before stealing a fry off the plate.

“Like?” you ask.

Like where I can find your ex-boyfriend so I can give him a proper beating.

When he still doesn’t speak you continue talking. “I’m thinking about the renovations I want to make to the bookshop. It’s nothing crazy. Just some minor changes to make it more of a cozy space.”

“That sounds nice,” he answers. “It could use some upgrades.”

“Definitely. And the door to my apartment upstairs doesn’t even lock! I need to get that fixed first.”

Joel’s eyes narrow at your statement. “That’s not safe.”

You smirk and steal the next fry that’s dangling between his fingers as they hover over the plate.

“Maybe I’ll look up some cute contractors online to come help me.”

He sits back, crossing his arms over his chest and spreading his legs wider under the table. Your gaze moves to the way his biceps pop under the tight fabric of his shirt.

“You could. If you wanted the job done poorly.”

“Are you saying you’d be able to do a better job?”

“Damn right darlin.”

Was this still about renovations to the shop?

With that thought still floating around in his brain he watches you stand and pop one last fry into your mouth.

“Thank you for sharing your dinner with me,” you say before rounding the table. “I like it when you’re nice.”

And I even like it when you’re bossy. Maybe too much.

You kept that last thought tucked away and lean down to kiss him on the cheek before lightly brushing your hand over his shoulder and walking out the door.

Tommy drops into the now empty seat, grinning ear to ear.

“How’d that go boss?” he asks.

“Shut it,” Joel growls.

Later that week with the sun just peeking above the horizon you hear a knock at your door. It startles you into alertness and you sit up with a gasp, dropping your book to the bed.

Your feet hit the cool floor and you ask, “who’s there?,” hoping to keep the shakiness from your voice.

“It’s Joel.”

“Oh,” you whisper, now suddenly even more alert but much less jumpy.

Before you open the door you quickly run a hand over your face and scrub away the sleepiness. You turn the knob and have it halfway open before you realize you’re barely dressed, the only thing covering your body is the old tee shirt that hits way above your knees.

You stop and peek through.

“I’m um…I’m not really dressed. I was in bed reading.”

“Shit,” Joel mutters. “Sorry darlin.’ I didn’t even realize the time. I can wait till you’ve put somethin’ on.”

He doesn’t move away from the door and you open it a little wider before slipping away to grab shorts.

“Fuck,” he mutters quietly but not quietly enough and your lips turn up into a triumphant smile.

When you return you open the door invitingly and then notice the toolbox at his feet and meet his eyes.

His cheeks are dusted with pink and not even the scruff lining them can cover it. It’s hard to hide your smug satisfaction but you do your best.

“What’s that for?” you ask.

“I came to change the lock for you,” he explains hoarsely.

“Oh,” you answer, feeling your stomach erupt with nervous energy. “Why?”

“I’m leaving this morning. To go to the city and start on that hotel job. Won’t be back for a few days. I just…”

He kneels down and starts rummaging through the tool box, metal clanging against metal so you can barely hear him when he adds, “wanted to make sure this place was safe and secure.”

Your fingers fiddle with the hem of your old shirt.

“That’s really nice of you.”

“Well.” He stands and starts working on the door. “I saw you hadn’t done it yet and I didn’t want you calling any random guys.”

“Because you can do it better. Right?”

He doesn’t look up from his work and just grunts his acknowledgement.

You take the opportunity to move toward the small kitchen area and start making some coffee.

“Coffee?” you offer.

He looks up at you as you lean against the counter with your bare legs on display. His eyes drag down the length of them before he shakes his head no.

“Already had a cup thanks.”

He finishes the lock and puts his tools away before approaching. His hand moves to his back pocket and he pulls out some folded papers, setting them on the counter.

“I brought some take out menus.”

“It’s probably too early to be insulted.”

“This isn’t me telling you not to cook. These are just in case you don’t want to cook.”

“Ah,” you answer. “I could have just looked this up online.”

“Yeah well I don’t have your number so how would you know the best places to get take out.”

You stare at him from over the rim of your steaming mug.

“Maybe you should take it,” he says abruptly. “My number…in case…”

“I need cooking advice again?”

He makes an affirmative nod and smiles.

“Ok, what’s your number?” you ask as you reach for your phone.

The relief on his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you and he recites the digits as you punch them in.

When you hit dial on his contact his eyebrows draw together as if he’s trying to figure out where the sound is coming from.

“That’s you. Now you’ll have my number too.”

You giggle and the corner of his mouth lifts a little. “Right.”

You set your coffee down and push yourself up onto the countertop.

With one more almost imperceptible sweep of your legs he coughs into his fist and turns toward the door.

“Thanks Joel!” you call after him.

He waves with barely a turn and flies down the steps.

The rest of your day is spent figuring out the renovations for the bookshop space downstairs. You clean, declutter, and really start to map things out in your head. By the time the late afternoon sun is setting you realize you’ve missed lunch and you’re starving.

“I should try chili again,” you say to yourself.

After a quick and much less exciting visit to the grocery store you head back with a bag full of Joel’s recommended ingredients and get to work.

Two hours later you have a large pot of bubbling and unburnt chili on the stove.

Without thinking too much into it you snap a picture of the food and send it to Joel with the caption, “I did it! And it smells amazing!”

Before you even put your phone down his response dings in.

“Wow darlin.’ Looks amazing. Save me some.”

You’re about to reply that you definitely will when another text comes through.

“And I’m hoping you didn’t burn anything down?”

He follows it with a silly smiling emoji and you answer with, “nope! Everything and everyone is intact,” including your own smiley face emoji.

“Perfect. And I meant it. Save me some.”

“Please…” you type and then send another message saying, “so bossy!”

He responds quickly. “Save me some. Please.”

He adds a kissy smiley face and you giggle before sending one back with a thumbs up.

It’s easy to flirt over text. You aren’t overwhelmed by his masculine and sexy presence. By the smell of him. Woodsy and spicy. And his hands aren’t there teasing to touch you.

All you can think of while you enjoy your bowl of chili is how you can’t wait for him to come back this weekend.

When Joel returns from his trip he rushes home to shower and change. It’s already late but he needs to see you and you should have a bowl of chili waiting for him.

When he pulls up to the bookshop and parks his pickup he frowns at the darkened space.

Maybe you’re out? With someone…

Pushing the invasive thoughts aside he gets out and walks to the large windows, peering inside.

Nothing.

The scuffle of feet pulls his attention away and he catches sight of you sitting across the street by the park, your feet dangling along the pavement.

He approaches slowly, making noise so you don’t get scared. You look up and tense but instantly relax at the sight of him.

“Was wonderin’ where you were,” he murmurs.

“You’re back,” you say. “I have chili for you.”

You half smile but your eyes fall.

His chest tightens.

“Darlin’?” he asks before sitting down next to you.

His thigh brushes yours and his arm is close enough that you feel his warmth.

Your sniffle and hug your arms around your body.

Hesitantly he lifts his arm and rests it lightly across your shoulders.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

When you don’t pull away and instead lean into his strength he tugs you closer.

“I tried to start doing some work on the bookshop. I just wanted to take off the old and peeling wall paper but I think I fucked things up. I’m not sure how to fix it and really I have no idea what I’m doing. It’s a mess.”

Your confession softens him and he runs his calloused fingertips along your smooth skin, sneaking them under the sleeve of your shirt.

“I’ll take a look at it. I’m sure we can fix it.”

You were so soft. It took everything in him not to pull you even closer and wrap you in his arms.

“It’s a mess. I’m a mess. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!”

“Don’t do that,” he says. “Don’t put yourself down. It pisses me off.”

You look up at him and gasp. “You? Pissed off? That’s new.”

The corner of his lips lift and his eyes sparkle. “I deserve that.”

You wipe your nose and give him a smile.

“Maybe. But only a little.”

You lean your head on his shoulder and sigh.

“We’ll sort it out,” he assures you.

You look at him with soft eyes full of gratefulness. His gaze moves lower…to your mouth and his lips part as if to speak but the sound of a loud car horn makes you jump apart.

“How about that chili?” you ask as you start to stand.

“Sounds great darlin’.”

You walk toward the building, tensing at his side the closer you get, knowing he’s going to see the disaster you’ve made.

He stops you with a hand over yours.

“For what it’s worth,” he whispers. “I think you’re really brave for comin’ here to start over.”

The tension slips from your shoulders and you take his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“You did it,” you murmur. “I’m still upset but…I feel better. More hopeful.”

He smiles before you turn to unlock the door and your hyperaware of the feel of his hard body behind you. It takes everything in you not to turn around and throw yourself at him but you manage to get the door open and offer him some chili.

The next day, being Sunday, should be a day of rest but your new-found determination has you up and out of bed bright and early, ready to conquer the wallpaper debacle and then some.

You’re saved from wondering where to start when the front door of the shop opens and in walks Joel with a tray of coffee and a bakery bag.

“Hey there darlin’,” he says. “Thought you’d be up and ready to work.”

“Hey back,” you wave.

He fills the doorway with his body and you try to focus on the smell of fresh coffee and sugar.

“That for me?” you ask and point to the tray in his hand.

“Yeah.”

He crosses the small distance and places the tray down on one of the old tables. You reach for the coffee and open the top, inspecting the contents of the cup.

“You know how I take my coffee?” you ask, raising a brow.

“I pay attention,” is all the answer you get.

You stood dumbfounded for a moment until you remembered that you had made coffee the other morning when he fixed the lock on the door upstairs.

“Thank you.”

Your gaze travels to his and there is some kind of silent communication between you. You can’t believe how much he can convey without actually speaking. Your breathing becomes shallower as he continues to look at you and you know, by the determined set of his jaw and confidence simmering in his gaze that things have really shifted.

When he finally pulls his eyes away you let out an audible breath and take a sip of your coffee.

“What’s happening here?” he asks as he looks over the mess of a wall. “You want to get rid of this?”

He moves closer and toys with the wallpaper.

“Yes and then I want to…”

You start rattling off your ideas in a long run-on rambling sentence without taking a break and when you’re finally done you find him eyeing you with both an amused and thoughtful expression.

“Right,” he said. “Well I know a good place to get lumber and all that so we can shop later but for now let’s get this cleaned up.”

He turns and strides for the exit, passing your trash bag from yesterday that was too heavy for you to lift.

“You want this out for pick up?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” you respond.

With zero effort, he tosses the bag over his shoulder and walks out. When he returns he’s carrying his toolbox.

You peer through the window and see his pickup truck and one trip at a time, he brings more supplies and tools.

Grabbing the back of his sweatshirt he drags it up and off, bringing his tee shirt underneath along with it, and you catch a glimpse of what’s beneath.

“Shit,” you mutter.

Now that he’s only in a tee shirt you can see the deep cut of his triceps and forearm muscles every time he lifts or handles something.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“You alright there darlin’?” he asks when he hears your quiet reflections.

“Huh? Me? Oh yeah, just fine thanks. Um…I want to help so just tell me what to do…you know be bossy. You’re good at that.”

He steps closer with a sideways smirk, his warmth coasting over you, and his gaze falls to your mouth, taking it’s time before finding your eyes again.

“Keep ripping that wallpaper down. I know it looks a mess but you’re doing it right.”

The words themselves hold no sensuality at all but the way he says them, the way he leans in close and whispers them along your ear…it sends a shiver right down your spine.

As the days pass you continue to work and make progress on the shop. Some days it’s just you and Joel and other days Tommy joins you both to help. On the days when Joel has to work he gives you detailed instructions on what to do and how to do it. You’re proud of how much you’ve accomplished together but also on your own.

At the end of the week, with the late afternoon sun already making it’s way toward the horizon, you notice the shop is oddly quiet. No sound of the saw or hammer.

“I have something to show you.”

His low and gravelly voice pulls you from your current task of polishing the small table tops and your nerves fire up.

When you stand and walk closer he looks you over from head to toe. You’re covered in dust and your skin is glowing with a light sheen of sweat.

You look down at yourself then back up at him.

“Is it that bad?” you ask with a halfhearted smile.

“You look beautiful.”

He holds his hand out and you take it, letting him pull you toward the back of the shop.

You step behind the last row of bookshelves and stop short.

“Joel…”

The large bay window is now framed by two brand new floor to ceiling dark shelves. The polished wood gleams in the setting sun and every beautiful accent swirl and grain is highlighted.

“It’s amazing! I just…I love it. Thank you!”

He takes the rag from his back pocket and cleans his hands while he watches you from under the dark strands of hair that have fallen over his forehead.

“Glad you like it darlin’.”

“No. I love it Joel. How can I ever thank you.”

“Have dinner with me…and not here…on the floor of the shop like we do some days. A real date.”

You suck in a small breath and curl your fingers together. “Did you think you needed to build me this to convince me to go on a date with you?”

“No,” he says as he shoves his hands into his pockets. “I was workin’ up the nerve to ask you and this was a good distraction.”

“Oh…” You say the words and your mouth forms a little ‘o’ shape. “I…I mean…of course. I’d love to have dinner with you.”

He looks down at his feet and nods firmly, a smile playing on his lips. “Alright then.”

He starts to gather and pack up his tools. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six.”

You shake your head yes and realize you’re not speaking and as he turns to walk away you move forward while calling his name.

One second he’s holding the tool box and the next it’s on the ground next to him and he’s turning toward you. Your momentum brings you right into his chest and his arm wraps around your lower back.

He waits for you to speak, his eyes wandering over the features of your face before focusing in on your parted lips. His fingers splayed along your lower back dig into your skin and he tugs you closer as he dips his head.

Your palms land flat on his hard chest and slowly dance upward along his broad shoulders.

“Thank you.”

The words are just a whisper but you manage to get them passed your lips and he looks like he’s about to speak but instead covers your mouth with his.

The kiss is worshipful but you can feel his restraint in the tense and flexing muscles of his body and your fingers find purchase at the back of his neck and comb through his hair.

His hand slides up your back and he presses you closer as he lifts the other to cup your jaw. The callouses on the pad of his thumb scrape deliciously across your soft skin and he moans like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

When the need for air finally takes over he releases your mouth just long enough to look into your eyes before he dives back in, stealing your breath all over again.

The door to the shop opens, the newly installed bell atop it ringing loud and clear through your kiss filled haze.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Tommy says sheepishly when he appears by the window.

Joel breaks the kiss, his chest heaving with harsh breaths and he stares at your mouth for a few long moments while you cling to him. His hand eventually drops away from your back and his fingers trace along your jaw and then down your neck to pull your ear to his lips.

“Tomorrow night,” he murmurs. “Six.”

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

christmas stocking

words: 1.3k

warnings: established relationship, reader has really good relationship with parents, implied bad family situation for rafe, christmas celebrations

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“hey momma.” you say with a smile as you answer the phone, clicking it to speaker so you continue to work. 

“hi baby girl!” your moms voice rings out through the speaker. “did you figure out what time you're leaving?”

“looks like tomorrow at 10 am, then we should be to yours by dinner.” you hum, glancing at the clock while continuing to pack up. “oh, change of plans by the way. rafe is coming with me.” 

“oh yay!” your mom squeals. she only met rafe once when she came to visit you in the outer banks at your new house, but it was so early on in your relationship that she didn't really get to know him well, and things are a lot more serious now. “i can't wait to have my babies home for christmas.”

“does that mean andrew will be able to make it?” you ask, inquiring about your brother.

“they'll be here, but leaving the day after christmas for his wife's family.” 

“okay, that sounds good. itll be nice to have the four of us back together, plus rafe and diana.” you hum. ever since your brother went away for college when he turned 18, and you left two short years after to move to the outer banks, it was hard to get the whole family together, even for the holidays. you spent the last two christmases in the outer banks, one spent alone in your new house, the other with the camerons.

you were shocked by how different their christmas was than what you were used to. it was cold and devoid of any traditions besides what was seemingly forced on the kids of the family. you ultimately had a good time with rafe, but you missed the familiarity and fun that you had with your family. 

rafe was originally going to stay in the outer banks, not wanting to intrude on your family, but you finally convinced him last night that everyone would be happy to have him.

“okay so tell me about what i can get for rafe.” your mom says, and you just know she's bent over the counter with a notepad and pen in hand, not wanting rafe to be left out of opening presents.

--

“ready to go rafey?” you ask, looking at the back of the car, trunk filled with your suitcases, while the back seat has already wrapped presents, both for your family and ones for rafe, as well as his for you.

“i am. last chance to say if you forgot something.”

“nope.” you shake your head, “ive gone over my checklist three different times.”

“alright, off to your parents then.” rafe says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your lips before taking off down the road.

--

“can we stop? i gotta pee.” you say, looking at the sign for an upcoming rest stop.

“again?” rafe sighs, but there's a small smile gracing his features as he turns the indicator on, pulling off to the road stop.

you hop out of the car, but rafe follows right behind you, not letting you go in by yourself, always extra cautious when you're out in public, especially away from the outer banks. 

“gonna get us snacks.” rafe says, keeping his eye on you as you head into the bathroom, only turning to the vending machines when you disappear behind the tile wall. 

--

“hey baby.” rafe says softly, stroking over your thigh to wake you up. “we're almost there.”

you stretch with a yawn, rubbing at your tired eyes. you blink them open, realizing the roads are now familiar, about to pull off the highway at your home town exit.

“thanks for driving, rafey.” you say, leaning over the center console to give him a kiss on the cheek. you clean up the car a bit while he finishes the drive, gathering up the wrappers of the chips and snacks and shoving them into a bag to throw away later.

“im so excited.” you say as rafe turns down your road, and your parents house comes into view.

“i can’t wait to get to know them.” rafe says, pulling into the driveway. you can’t help the squeal you let out in excitement as you rush out as soon as the car is in park, briefly turning your head to make sure rafe is following you as you step onto the porch, not bothering to know before flinging open the door, knowing that your parents are no doubt waiting right inside for you.

“mom! dad!” you shout, jumping into their arms as they swallow you into a comforting hug. you press a kiss to both of their cheeks before turning to rafe.

“i brought these for you.” rafe sticks forward his hand, in it a bouquet of flowers, presenting them to your mother.

“oh, rafe, darling you shouldn’t have.” your mom coos, pulling rafe into a hug before rushing into the kitchen to place the flowers into a vase. rafe gives your dad a firm handshake before offering to help carry in your bags.

you smile and look out the door as they chat casually, happy that rafe seems to be fitting in instantly.

--

“its just so different.” rafe says softly, stroking his hand absentmindedly over your back as you’re curled up next to him on the couch.

“what do you mean?” you hum, pressing your lips against his shoulder, even though you can guess what he’s talking about.

“your family is just so… easy going. and you all get along so well.” rafe says, looking around the living room at your parents sharing a couch, and your brother and his wife sitting in matching armchairs, all chatting happily amongst themselves.

“im lucky to have such an amazing family.” you say, looking to rafe. “and that you’re a part of it.” “i dont want to intrude though, baby. so if you have any traditions you want to be just amongst your-” “shh.” you cut rafe off, a smile on your face. “we all want you here. my mom was so excited when i told her you were coming. you love me right?” you ask, which rafe of course nods. “and we are planning to be together forever right? so of course my family is going to want you around, to include you in our traditions.” “sorry, dears, i couldn't help but overhear.” your mom says with a slightly blush to her cheeks. “forgive me for eavesdropping, but i actually have a gift for you rafe.”

rafe begins to say that he doesn’t need any gifts, but your mom cuts him off with a quick stern look, one he’s seen in you many times.

your mom returns to the room with a small wrapped box in her hands.

“thank you.” rafe says sincerely, setting the box on his lap. you smile, already knowing what is inside, seeing it before when andrew first brought diana to christmas celebrations.

rafe opens the box carefully, attempting not to rip the paper and make a mess, aware of the eyes on him.

“a christmas stocking.” rafe says with a smile as he pulls it out. you wait for him to notice, and you can tell from his body language the second his eyes read over his own name, hand stitched by your mother, signifying rafes place in the family. he tenses for a second before melting completely, body slumping against yours.

you wrap your arms around rafe, knowing this is an emotional moment for him, his moment where he realizes how loved and accepted he is.

“we are so happy you’re a part of our family, rafe.” your mom says, accepting his hug when he stands to embrace her and thank her for the gift, looking to the mantelpiece with all of the family stockings hanging, where his will soon join.

your dad strikes up a conversation with andrew, and you know its to take some of the pressure and attention off rafe as he ducks his head into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin there.

“i told you you wouldn’t be intruding.” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

“yeah, yeah.” rafe says sarcastically. “you’re right.” you give him a look, before he concedes with a nod. “as always.”

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[unoislazy]

I am feral for Mizu and you’ve been feeding me well with your Mizu fics so thank you so much for your service!! 💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗 i really enjoy your writing and the way you portray Mizu. With that said i wanna run a scenario by you and im just wondering how do you think it’d play out (if you like the idea enough to do a mini fic or headcanons that’d be awesome but if not then that’s okay and i understand 💕) hear me out, what if Mikio had a sister and she lived with him and Mizu during the time they were married, say her and Mizu bonded while they all live together but then their friendship blossoms into romantic love 🥺 how do you think that’d play out?

I Am No Coward

(Part 1)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

A/N: all of you guys are so nice and I love all of you. Thank you for the suggestion! This will be around a 4 part series that I hope to continue working on in the near future so BUCKLE UP

Also!

I am planning on making a Mizu x Black reader soon but I’m struggling on deciding a scenario for it. If anyone has any suggestions they won’t be to try out for it, I’ll take them with open arms!

Summary: You’re Mikio’s sister and todays the day you meet his new bride to be.

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Days were quiet with you and your older brother Mikio. After you had been put under his care and he had been outcasted by the lord, you both lived on his land more on the countryside, away from those who would cast their unwanted opinions on to you.

You usually took care of the more mundane tasks, cooking, cleaning; Things Mikio never truly liked to do. He wasn’t against helping but he was usually too busy with the horses to ever truly give you a hand. You knew your brother was obsessed with trying to win back the favor of the Shogun and as much as you knew it wasn’t going to happen, you let him believe anyways.

Time went on as usual until one day Mikio had returned home with some news.

“I’ve been offered a wife.” He said plainly as he took off his cape. You stopped cutting the vegetables and turned to him with a smile.

“That’s great… right?” You smiled hopefully. Given that he was now deemed an outcast and he was an older man it was unlikely that he would find any matches at this point, so you were just pleased that someone had been offered.

“She has the eyes of an onryo.” Was all he said in response before walking over to you. He kneeled down, watching what you were doing with a watchful yet critical eye. He adjusted your hand, suggesting that you had been cutting wrong in the first place.

“And that’s a problem?” You asked, your smile dropping for a moment as you rolled your eyes at his wordless suggestion. You knew he truly had no say in what opportunities were offered to him, you both did. If he had anything to gain, he should take it. He sighed for a moment, looking down before answering,

“No, She’ll be here in three days.”

Your smile returned, pleased to know that at least your brother would experience something other than the constant stress of trying to win back his honor.

You didn’t care what his wife would look like, she could have blue eyes, green hair, and purple skin for all you cared. All you cared about was your brother being happy, and you hoped she would be the key to that.

Mikio used to be a much more upbeat man. He liked to bring light to dreary situations with a joke or some laughter, but he always knew when to keep it serious. However, after he had been outcasted it seemed like all the fun parts of him disappeared. He became so hellbent on training the horses to be the best they could be that he forgot to have fun or indulge himself in anything. You used to enjoy spending time with him and you were elated when you realized you would be put under his care, but that joy soon subsided when you realized just the effect a bruised ego can have on a man. He became closed off, irritable, and would barely even give you the time of day. He cared about nothing more than his honor and as much as you tried not to, you began to resent him for it.

But you kept your thoughts to yourself and went on with your life, hoping someone would come along and change him.

The three days had passed and it was time for his new bride to arrive.

And Mikio was nowhere in sight.

You sighed, disappointed in him, believing he was avoiding yet another responsibility that seemed to ‘get in the way’ of his horses. Even if you had suggested anything, he wouldn’t listen to you, he knew what was best for him.

At least that’s what he claimed.

You sat quietly outside your house, waiting patiently for the woman to arrive so you could greet her. If anything you were ecstatic to meet the mystery woman and you hoped you’d manage to get along with her.

It hadn’t taken long for you to see them approaching. The two women walked towards your direction, both holding two bags, presumably full of their belongings. However, the younger woman seemed to also be holding what looked like a sheathed sword.

You smiled, now standing and walking down the steps, excited to meet the woman. You watched as the two women made their way towards you, one older and one younger. The older woman had turned to face the house that you stood before and spotted you, giving you a wide smile before turning back to the younger woman who seemed reluctant to continue following.

You couldn’t blame her.

Marriage wasn’t something a woman had control over in your world, you just got lucky that you got placed under your brother's care; because of him you were also considered ‘disgraced’ so not many men would truly want you.

She finally made her way, after many unpleasant words from her mother, and stood at her full height with a very plain expression.

She was beautiful.

You examined her features for as long as you could deem polite, your eyes floated from her hair, to her dress, taking in her height, and then lastly taking notice of her eyes.

However, when it came to her eyes, you didn’t see the eyes of an onryo. You saw eyes that reflected a color you saw only in the sky above, you had never seen such eyes before, but you needn’t stare and make the woman uncomfortable, she just got here after all.

You walked towards the two women, an excited smile on your face as you greeted them.

“Hello! You must be the woman Mikio’s going to marry. What’s your name?” You asked happily, the woman stared at you for a moment, clearly in some inner battle with herself on what to do now that she’s in this position. You waited patiently, understanding that being forced to marry someone is not always the happiest thing to do so you did not want to push her.

Her mother, however, cleared her throat and sent a glare at the woman, you assumed from this she was the one who had set up this offer.

The woman sighed, looking back towards you and answering,

“Mizu, my name is Mizu.” She waited for a moment before looking at you, expecting you to say something before speaking up again and asking, “and you are?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’m Mikio’s sister.” You introduced yourself, you did give them your name but you figured it would be more helpful for them to know why you were there in the first place. With this new information Mizu seemed to relax just the slightest bit. Maybe she thought you were a concubine.

Gross.

“So, Where is the man?” Mizu’s mother asked, seemingly wanting to get the show on the road as she turned to you expectantly. You averted your gaze, a bit embarrassed as you answered,

“I’m actually not sure.”

With that answer both of the women stared at you like you were crazy.

“You may or may not be happy to know that Mikio often isn’t home. He’s usually out training his horses.” You explained, trying to subdue the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.”

As if on cue, you could hear the thumping of hooves accompanied by the sound of a horse's whinny. You all turned to the source of the noise which just so happened to be the aforementioned man. You sighed a small sigh of relief, thankful that he didn’t make himself look too bad.

You snuck a small glance at Mizu, wanting to gauge her reaction to your brother and you noticed that her fists were balled up tightly and her face was scrunched. Just like you had expected, the marriage wasn’t her idea. You hoped to the gods your brother wouldn’t ruin this opportunity, if not for his sake than for yours, you were tired of only having his company and truly wanted someone else to be around.

Mikio yields his horse, stopping just in front of Mizu. The first words he uttered were,

“You’re not as hideous as I expected.”

If you could’ve gotten up on that horse and smacked the life out of that man, you would’ve. It didn’t have to be love at first sight but out of all the things to say when he first meets his soon to be wife, and that's what he says? In that moment you were disappointed to have introduced him as your brother.

“You’re a lot older than I expected.” Mizu responded, earning a quiet snicker from you. Between you and your brother there was a decent age difference. If anything you were closer to Mizu’s age which was quite weird in your eyes but… it’s a sign of the times you guessed. Mikio shot you a silent glare telling you to shut up, which you did and you acted as if you had done nothing wrong.

“Let’s get this over with.” He said plainly, guiding his horse back to the field. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Mizu who just watched him go with a very obvious glare on her face.

“I’m sorry about him but if it's any consolation, you won’t have to deal with him alone.” You mentioned, trying to be at least a little encouraging. Mizu looked at you, her glare subsiding as she gave you a very small smile. With that, Mizu’s mother quickly began to rush her inside, wanting to get her ready to be wed before the sun went down. You offered your assistance in getting her ready, the entire time taking it as an opportunity to get to know Mizu.

“I noticed you brought a sword, do you know how to fight?” You asked curiously as you carefully brushed the white makeup across Mizu’s pale face. You couldn’t help but admire the woman's beauty, sure she might not have had the face of a princess, but to you that didn't mean anything. Her eyes of course were the main feature but you had also taken notice of the curl that stuck out from her hair that was pulled up.

“I fought a bit in the past… I don’t know how much I’ll keep up with it though.” She answered with a sigh but she regained her composure once she had looked over to her mother who glared at her.

“I don't know, Mikio might enjoy someone to fight with,” You began, gaining her interest a bit as she looked back up towards you. “And if he doesn't, then I would love to learn if you’d be willing to teach me.”

She gave another small smile, acknowledging your attempt to lighten her mood.

Once she had finished getting ready, her makeup was done, she was dressed in all white, you and her mother took a step back to assess how she looked.

“You look perfect!” You exclaimed to which her mother slightly nodded.

“You look fine, now where is your brother?” She asked impatiently. You turned to her, about to answer but Mikio had already walked in before you could say anything. He had taken off his cape that he wore everywhere and walked past you without saying a word. You sneered at him, he couldn't even try to make an effort? He was more of a grump than you ever remembered him being.

The private ceremony went on with the help of Mizu’s mother. You had no role in the ceremony so you simply sat back and watched. You looked on and for a strange reason you almost wanted to stop them… you felt as if one of them was making a mistake and all though it wasn’t entirely clear who, you could take a wild guess and probably be right. Regardless, you sat back. Your opinion in this matter doesn't matter anyways even if you did have the courage to go out and say it.

Immediately after they had finished, Mikio stood up, handed his dish over to Mizu, and went on his way. You could see the subtle yet dejected look that came across Mizu’s face and you felt a pang in your heart. Sure he might not know the woman very well but the least he could do is act as if he’s even the slightest bit interested. You quickly walked over to Mizu and took the dishes from her hands.

“I’ll take those, don’t worry about them.” You smiled at her, again trying to offer some sort of comfort or reassurance but this time it led to no avail. Her mother had decided it would be best to get her ‘ready for tonight’ so they both walked out and into a different room, as they walked out though the expression Mizu held had shifted to one of confusion or fear.

You sat quietly as you cleaned out the dishes that had been sitting around from hours prior. The resentment you felt for your brother only doubled down by seeing his actions first hand. Was he the most disrespectful man to ever walk the earth? No, but you still expected better from him, and when he arrived home you weren’t going to let him forget it.

A few hours had passed and the sun had set long before your brother had finally deemed it an appropriate enough time to come home. The moment he did you stood up from where you were sitting and walked over to him,

“Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t want to hear it.” He said, already knowing you were going to complain. You looked at him up and down with a look of disgust, as if he had a choice in the matter.

“Well you're going to hear about it.” You argued.

“Can’t this wait?”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to complain about.”

“I don’t need to know what it is to know that it can wait for another time.”

“Oh sure, just so at that ‘other time’ you can shoo me away and say you have to take care of your horses, or you have work to do, or you're too busy.” You began to rant, much to Mikio’s dismay. This of course was not the first time you had gone off on him, and usually you were quite good at holding your tongue around him, usually his ego was too fragile to handle it, but you were not going to watch this woman sign her life with him just for him to look straight through her.

“You have been nothing but a slob and a grump all day and, I don’t know if you noticed, but you have a wife now. A wife that you called ‘not that hideous’ within two seconds of meeting her, are you serious?”

Mikio didn’t make a move to acknowledge any of your statements but you knew he was listening. You knew, even if it wasn’t exactly obvious, that he knew his actions were wrong, but Mikio was not the kind of man to admit to his failures and you knew that. You knew this argument would go nowhere but you at least hoped if he made a change, he would pretend he got himself to that conclusion.

“It’s not exactly like I’m marrying a princess.” He finally responded, his tone laced with sarcasm causing you to scoff.

“Any woman who has to be subjected to marrying you, deserves nothing less than to be treated like one, and if you wont, someone else will.” You spat, storming out of the room to leave the man with his thoughts, or lack thereof.

#x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #fanfiction #mizu x reader #unoislazy #mizu come home the kids miss you #bes mizu #blue eye samurai fanfic #blue eye samurai x reader #mizufics #mizubrainrot #mizu x you #mizu bes #mizu fanfic #I hate Mikio #blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n

[courtmartialme]

some examples i can think of brotherhood crimes of doing riza(and royai) dirty in my opinion that's the absolute truth in the universe. consciously excluding stuff i think are minor but annoy me just as bad or else this post would be too exhausting:

being ugly in general

not including her time travel joke from when they learn that the elrics are kids and not adults on their way to recruiting them

not including the scene where roy meets her after she calls him when she meets barry the chopper and threatens to burn him out of jealousy

changing the dialogue after roy saves her from gluttony from:

to:

LIKE...... if brotherhood has the habit of cutting off scenes to make it shorter then WHY they would change this scene to become BIGGER AND WORSE. the dialogue in manga is a clear example of their trust and wordless care for each other. while in broho it's just ?????? roy being an asshole????? to his wife?????? whom he just left his post running for bc he sensed she was in danger???? whoever chose to change this dialogue. kill yourself

riza being nice to alphonse when they are at 3rd laboratory:

not including the only time in the whole series roy calls her by her first name only:

the WHOLE ishval arc. riza telling ed about ishval lasts a whole ass volume while it's barely an entire episode in anime like... hm.. for starters the way roy and riza meet again there is different. in manga she saves roy and hughes from a surprise attack, and only realizes it's roy when she sees him through the scope. then hughes tells roy that they brought a talented sniper from the academy and goes after her to thank her for saving them. in anime riza suddenly shows up to roy when he was talking to hughes and like... not necessarily a bad thing i guess but...... yeah.... also this whole conversation is cut off if i remember right.. among a lot of other things LOL i hate how ishval arc is played down in BH

riza being funny and cute not being included again

this scene when they reach 3rd lab again in promised day and roy jokes about wanting to see her honest tears again and riza replies saying water makes him useless BUT in manga she's all cute and blushy while in anime they make her be all # girlbaws about it because that's all brotherhood riza is about lmao they took away her moeness...crime

in manga, after roy gives up killing envy upon realizing it would lead to riza shooting him then killing herself, it shows him lowering her gun without the glove he previously had on. symbolizing that he lowered his weapon before he could lower hers. in anime he still has his gloves on

EDIT I FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT PANEL OF THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RIZA BEING INSUBORDINATE AND A BRAT SHE'S SO CUTE THIS PANEL IS WHAT INSPIRED MY USERNAME... SHE'S SO CUTE...... brotherhood is so scared of letting riza be cute and moe because she would be too powerful if they let her

EDIT 222222 BECAUSE I WOKE UP IN COLD SWEAT AT REMEMBERING I FORGOT THIS TOO

roy visits madame christmas' bar looking down and she asks him why doesn't he and elizabeth go someplace fun... we all know who elizabeth is right... and he says miserably that another man took elizabeth away from him(referring to riza being kept hostage by bradley) and at that the other girl asks if that means she has a chance with him now. everyone knows that roy is so wifepilled he won't look any other way if riza is in the picture lmao also how embarrassing it is that even your mom knows you're fucking your subordinate

i'm convinced somebody at BH staff hated riza's ass because of how often riza and royai scenes are changed or ignored... i know it's common for anime adaptations to cut off moments from manga but for an anime that whole premise is to be The Better Adaptation, doing it so often makes it bad to me. if you repeatedly exclude scenes that tell more about the characters because they're "not relevant to the plot", eventually there will be no actual personality left, only characters that are plot props

THERE'S A LOT MORE i wanted to include but this is already long enough and i got tired LMFAO a lot of things(most not included) are non issues because are mostly about riza being a bit silly, or showing more expression than she does in anime in a scene that otherwise doesn't change anything. but they still annoy me because by repeatedly excluding and changing these moments add to the view people have of her being nagging and stoic, at an attempt to make her a cool flawless Good Woman Character. what for.

#tecotalk #fma #riza hawkeye #throwing in the tag because fuck it #not hiding anything under the cut everyone will be subjected to this

[puppy-steve]

modern eddie would be a pibble dad. she's his baby and he puts little bows on her and he throws birthday (adoption day) parties where she gets a puppy-safe cake and his friends gladly show up with presents for her.

the mall hosts pictures with santa the entire month of december and allows pets for an extra cost that eddie gladly pays. his girl is well behaved and knows her manners in public spaces, thank you very much. but unfortunately, sadie is still a pitbull and society hasn't quite moved past its breed biases yet, even if she is sitting quietly at his feet in line and with an "ask to pet" patch on her harness that eddie had turned into a doggy battle vest.

"oh my goodness, is that sadie?!"

sadie's tail starts going crazy at the mention of her name and a woman dressed like an elf crouches down with open arms, ready to receive the gift of happy puppy. sadie immediately plops down and rolls onto her back, showing her belly, which the woman gleefully rubs and pats. sadie's tongue flops out of the side of her grinning mouth, her tail sweeping the floor.

"santa was wondering if he'd see her this year," she says to eddie this time, and gives him a subtle wink that has eddie chuckling. "along with a certain owner, too."

eddie and santa may have started flirting a couple years back. he's not ashamed.

the woman lets them through and there he is. the big (not really) man himself sitting in his chair with his fake beard and red shirt stuffed with fluff.

"well if it isn't my favorite pup!" santa says, patting his lap. sadie puts her front paws on his knees and pants happily as the man scratches her chest and sides. "at the top of the nice list, just like always."

he glances up at eddie with a certain glint in his eye. "and you, mr. munson, are at the top of the naughty list. we'll have to see about fixing that, won't we?"

it actually makes eddie blush, which never happens. it's usually the other way around and he's not used to the butterflies that fill his stomach. however, eddie munson is not one to be thrown off his groove, steps up to santa's side to pose for the photo and fires right back, "what can i say, some like me naughty. now smile for the camera, santa."

he's not sure what the photo looks like, but judging by the blush on santa's cheeks under the beard, eddie wants to put money on it being his favorite. the same woman from check in mans the camera and she frowns at the little screen.

"maybe we should retake it, this one's a little blurry and santa's eyes are closed."

it's very much neither of those things, seeing as the camera's on a tripod, but eddie isn't about to back away from an open opportunity.

"you mind if i borrow you lap for this one, big boy? hunching over like this is killing my back." before santa can reply, eddie's plopping himself into santa's lap and throwing an arm around his shoulder, giving sadie the command to lie down for the photo. just before the woman can press the capture button, eddie steals a quick kiss to santa's cheek.

he doesn't realize he's forgotten to take the photo with him until later that evening. he huffs as he tosses the empty frame to the side and pouts at the blank space on the wall next to all of sadie's other pictures with santa. he perks up when the front door opens and steve calls out a greeting.

eddie walks into the kitchen where steve's setting his bag on the counter and wraps his arms around his shoulders, giving him a soft peck. "hi, baby."

steve pulls him closer by his waist, returning the kiss. "mmh, have a good day today?" he murmurs against his lips.

eddie nods and pulls back before the kiss can lead to somewhere else. dinner still has to be made and he's not above refusing sex on an empty stomach lest he get hangry in the middle of a blowjob. "sadie got her photo with santa this morning, but i completely forgot to take the damn thing with me when we left."

steve hums and presses fleeting kisses to eddie's cheek, trailing them down to his jaw and making eddie sigh as he tilts his head back. eddie's eyes are closed, contentment washing over him as his boyfriend holds and kisses him so sweetly, so he doesn't see steve blindly reaching into his bag.

"you mean these photos?"

eddie makes a sound of confusion as he opens his eyes. steve's holding a fancy photo holder with the mall's name on it.

"you asshole!" eddie says without any heat as he swipes the envelope from steve's hand, the other man grinning. "you could've texted me and told me i forgot them. hell, robin also could've."

steve chuckles and quickly maneuvers out of reach of eddie's teasing smacks. "i'm sorry i was a bit distracted by the cutie sitting on my lap and kissing me. which was very bold, by the way, not many people want to kiss santa."

"would have done a lot more than kissing, but a mall full of children is neither the time nor place," eddie mumbles under his breath. sadie decides to join them, stretching her front paws out in the doorway before sleepily trudging over to steve for pets.

"there's my girl! you were such a good girl today, weren't you? were so well behaved getting you picture taken." the way he immediately dissolves into baby talk with her is hilarious. he's knelt down on the floor, smooshing her face between his hands and scratching behind her ears. "just sat there patiently while dad decided to accost daddy at work, yes you did!"

eddie rolls his eyes and takes the pictures into the living room to be framed and hung on the wall.

#cj talks #cj writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #loosely based on i saw mommy kissing santa claus

[hollowtones]

first yiik impressions?

Hi. Thanks for your message. I've been thinking about this for days. I wrote paragraphs. Here you go!

Everyone talks up how the game is bad, but I've never looked into it much myself, so I went in with an expectation along the lines of "people whose opinions I often agree with think it was an awful mess, I'll likely think something similar". Expectations were low. Even then I wasn't really ready.

"YIIK" is a game of tedium. I don't think it's a game about tedium, that's something different (though it could be, if it was a different video game altogether; "what if the world was made of pudding" etc). To some degree I think the tedium is by design but I'm not really sure what it's in service of.

I don't think tedium in a video game is a bad thing. "Morrowind" and "Breath of the Wild" are two video games I like very much, and some of my favourite memories of those games are of slowly wandering through empty expanses, or having to suddenly deal with equipment degrading or supplies dwindling because I forgot to prepare. Moments like that feel thoughtful! They're interesting moments of reprieve or of tension that feel thoughtfully and intentionally designed! "YIIK" feels like trudging through chest-deep molasses so it can shout "hey did you know you're stuck in my molasses right now? that's weird, why are you stuck in my molasses right now? did you notice?" directly into your ear.

You'll notice this is a pattern.

Combat is turn-based and involves completing little minigames, timing button prompts or hitting targets or some such. It's a cute idea that wears out its welcome when you start realizing how long every single one takes to resolve, especially when you have multiple party members, and sometimes multiple enemies (I'm told this part specifically gets more egregious as the game goes on). I don't think it's awful or unsalvageable but I'm not super into it as of the point we're at.

This is a pattern.

Leveling up is a manual process that you have to unlock, and it involves going to a save point (any save point? we didn't check), to enter the Mind Dungeon, to enter the actual Mind Dungeon, to walk down a set of stairs and enter individual doors one-by-one, so that you can choose how you want to allocate stat increases, so that you can walk down a different set of stairs to commit your choices and spend your banked experience to level up. I think "you can only power up at specific points / times / locations" and the granularity of stat growth are interesting ideas, and the environment they made for it are a charming idea, and I don't think it needed to be a "Hotel Mario" level that you had to slowly walk through. It could have been a menu. They could have used the resources for a nice background or backdrop for a menu that accomplishes the same thing.

This is a pattern.

I haven't really mentioned anything about the story or writing yet. The protagonist's name is Alex and he's a very self-important nerdy misanthropic dickhead white man (a very specific kind of guy that I've definitely met at least once or twice) who is obsessed with a paranormal message board populated by people like him and desperate to find out more about the disappearance of a woman he witnessed. (The woman & her disappearance are based on the real life death of Elisa Lam & aren't handled with a whole lot of tact, IMO, but other people have put this into better words than I can right now. It sucks. It keeps coming up and it makes me bristle every time.) Alex is a bad person. I know he is. You know he is. The game knows he is. I've seen some reviews say a negative point of the game is "the main characters aren't likeable", which I don't really get, because that's the point of the characters, as far as I can tell. The issue, then, is how much time the game takes to exposit at you how bad the characters are. It's exhausting. Every time Alex has a monologue, it feels like it sums up to 10 minutes of "I am a bad person. I am a bad person. Alex is a bad person. This character is a bad person. Do you get it? He's a bad person. Alex is a bad person. Do you understand yet, player? Alex is a bad person. You should know that he's a bad person. Do you get it?"

This is a pattern.

(I don't know how interested I am in bringing up the game's lead writer right now, if at all, but there's a well-known anecdote where he talks about wanting to write a story about a bad person who is forced to grapple with himself and do better, and how the reason why his game wasn't well-received was because people who play video games didn't get it & weren't ready for a story like that. I dunno. I can understand being upset about negative reception to something you poured time and sweat into, and saying something hasty because of it. "Final Fantasy 4" is a beloved RPG classic, though, and "Disco Elysium" came out the same year to overwhelming praise. I haven't played either of these yet, though, so I'll admit maybe I'm off the mark here.)

The characters we've met so far (i.e. the ones that aren't unnamed NPCs) are… well. There's a smarmy younger kid who idolizes(?) Alex & also made the aforementioned paranormal website. So far it seems like he mostly exists to go "hey fuck you Alex, you dickhead" and immediately say something even more insensitive. There's the insensitive based-on-a-real=ass-dead-woman elevator woman, who immediately disappeared from the narrative while still being an essential part of the narrative. There was a dead(?) robot in a bedroom, who had a choir of ominous hooded people monologue about how weird and sad and strange and uncanny the scene is. What the!? There's a woman who works at the arcade and has Powers. Her design's cute. (I feel like, generally, the game's visuals are Fine. The audio, too. That all ranges from Just Fine to Surprisingly Neat. I don't really have much issue with those aspects of the game, but I don't have much to say about them either.) Alex and Kid Whose Name I Didn't Care To Remember are constantly very uncomfortable to her, because she's a woman and because she isn't white, in the 15 or so minutes we've seen her on-screen, and she gets to tell them off, but then immediately kind of goes "well whatever I can smile and put up with this and hang out with you". It feels misogynistic. I know to some degree Alex is misogynistic on purpose, because the game is bludgeoning your skull in and yelling "ALEX IS SHITTY TO WOMEN! AND PEOPLE OF COLOUR! DO YOU GET IT? HE'S SELF ABSORBED IN A SHITTY WAY! DO YOU GET IT, PLAYER? YOU UNDERSTAND THAT ALEX SUCKS ASS YET? MAYBE 10 MORE MINUTES OF THIS WILL MAKE IT CLICK?" But for a woman of colour (the only one we've seen so far who isn't Probably Just Dead) to finally tell him off for being a shithead, only to turn around and go "well it's ok, you're cool now, let's hang out now because it's narratively convenient and you're the protagonist" is pretty damn egregious!

This is a pattern.

Writing in general feels stilted and long-winded. Most of the main characters feel like they don't talk like people do. Alex gets to feel like a person but that's mostly because he gets to talk to himself so damn much. Most of his monologues feel like overly flowery prose, like someone padded it out with identical adjectives to meet a school essay word count. There's an interesting idea or premise or setpiece every now and then. There's a spark. A glint of something compelling. Every single time this has happened so far I find it immediately snuffed out by an over-blown "oh my god!!!!!!! how weird!!!!!!', or a very long plot dump, or a Joss Whedon-ass quip. There can be no small moment of joy. No story element or visual element can stand on its own legs. There can be no room for ideas to breathe. No space for the player to wonder, to dream, to play in the space. The narrative is compelled to suffocate iself on itself, to take up all space, to swallow itself whole in its making. One very minor (so far?) side character has some interesting dialogue in this one dream world, and I think "oh that's neat", and then I learn they're lines taken wholesale from a book (and I think that's fine, reference is fine, but I have a bit of a chuckle over the fact that this character is the reason why the game has a giant REFERENCES option in the main menu). The literal first minute of the game is a bird telling you "oh my god, the title of this game, right? why'd they spell it like that? so fucking dumb, am I right!" It feels insecure. It reads like the writing has no confidence in itself. It has to make a comment about how silly and video-gamey it is, roll its eyes at itself, mock itself for the thing it's doing while continuing to do it without addressing it or discussing it or doing anything with it.

This is a pattern.

There's a specific part of "YIIK", at this early point in the game (we're only around the start[?] of chapter 2), that feels emblematic of the thing as a whole up to this point. Alex is getting phone calls from a stranger. They're confusing and weird and sound a little like something you might hear in a dream. They make references to some shared past, some childhood, some understanding of Alex, or maybe of you, the player. They've come up a few times. Every single time, I'm left thinking about what it could mean, how it fits in with everything we've seen so far & what the game seems to be talking about, with regards to connecting to other people and to yourself. It's a neat little thing. It's a neat idea. I'm charmed by it. As much as my thoughts on this game are largely negative, I still try to look at it fairly, to understand it, to talk about it, to let myself be surprised by it. As soon as I find myself thinking about this, my thoughts are immediately drowned out by Alex telling me how weird the phone call is, how random and uncanny and dumb this is, and how he's rolling his proverbial eyes about it, in spite of all the other paranormal happenings around him, for another period of Just Too Long. And I am sapped of all strength and I crumble to dust.

I'm genuinely transfixed. I'm transfixed! Maybe the fact that I wrote Paragraphs about the 4-or-5 hours I've seen of the game can tell you as much, even if you skip everything I wrote in them.

I can't wait to see more.

This, too, is a pattern.

[localemofreak]

Bad Idea!

(Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Based on the song:

Bad Idea! - Girl In Red

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Story: you are remembering the "special" night you had with Eddie last night when you were both drunk and now you are wondering if you regretted it.

‼️Warnings‼️: reader is popular, mentions of smut, little bit of angst, drinking, good ending, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me)

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The sun was shining through a small window and you woke up to the sounds of birds chirping.

As you glanced around you noticed you were in somebody's bed- it definitely wasn't your bed.

As you let out a small tired groan, you could feel how your head was pounding- and you didn't even know what happened last night.

You brought your hand up to your head and tried to shuffle in the bed when you realized there was somebody next to you.

It was Eddie Munson.

You just seemed to be frozen in shock as you looked down at him- he was still sound asleep as he had his arm swung over your waist.

You were just looking at his naked feature as the blanket covered him from the waist down.

As you laid there frozen you looked at all the tattoos he had and couldn't help but admire them a little bit before shaking your head and slowly sitting up.

You were confused on why you were here- then it all just clicked.

"Oh shit-" You whispered to yourself, your eyes wide as you continued to look down at him as he snored softly- it being slightly muffled thanks to the fact his face was basically shoved into the pillow under his head.

"Nobody can find out about this, it will ruin everything. " You told yourself in your head.

You had to get out of there- there was no way you could wait for him to get up and try to act like everything was normal in front of him.

You just slowly managed to move his hand off your waist and carefully climbed out of bed.

As soon as you got out of the bed, you quickly grabbed all your scattered clothes and put them on as quietly as you could.

You didn't even have time to put on your shoes, you just grabbed them and started slowly walking towards the door.

While trying to stay as quiet as you could, you heard shuffling on the bed and heard a muffled groan- your eyes just widened, knowing Eddie was waking up.

You didn't waste another second of being there quickly ran out the room and out of the trailer hoping not to be seen.

"I just slept with Eddie Fucking Munson- oh my god." You whispered to yourself, just in complete shock while swiftly making your way home.

As soon as you got to your driveway, you quickly ran inside and up the stairs to your bedroom- thank god your parents left for work.

You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at yourself- Jesus Christ you were a mess.

Your hair was all messy and your makeup was smeared, you just let out a sigh as you looked at yourself and all the marks on your neck.

"I need to jump in the shower. You mumbled quietly to yourself.

You started the shower and took off all your clothes, quickly jumping in and instantly starting to wash yourself off.

While you were in the shower you were thinking about last night- It all came to you.

Eddie and you had gotten to know each other recently thanks to his friends finally making him grow the balls to talk to you- and he decided to invite you over since he secretly had a massive crush on you, and he's had one since middle school.

You accepted the invite obviously because it was a Saturday night and Eddie was a nice guy if you got to know him.

Let's just say you and him had a few drinks and some things led to another- then boom, you woke up in his bed, naked, right next to him.

As you stood under the hot water, you were thinking about everything.

As you truly thought, Eddie was not truly bad...

What if you enjoyed it?.. Wait? No! You couldn't! He was the school's freak and you were one of the most popular kids in school.

"I should have just never went over there." You muttered to yourself washing your hair.

While washing off your body you closed your eyes, imagining Eddie's figure over top of you.

How his tattoos glistened with his sweat, how his hair fell perfect in front of his face as he thrusted into you- and his smile.

Oh his smile! It could light up a room, it was just so contagious that even thinking about it, it caused you to smile softly.

As soon as the thoughts came, they quickly went away while you shook your head.

"Y/n get your head out of your ass- it was a complete mistake." you thought to yourself- all though you wouldn't mind it being a regular thing..

As you fought yourself in your own mind, you leaned against the shower wall and sighed, just quietly freaking out because how are the school freak and one of the most popular kids in school supposed to like each other?!

Guess you will just have to wait until lunch tomorrow at school.

-time skip-

You were in the lunch room sitting at the table with the jocks and cheerleaders talking to Jason.

You felt eyes piercing on you so you looked up and saw Eddie burning a hole through you with his eyes.

You had been trying to ignore him all day, but now it was impossible.

"Follow me." He mouthed to you as he got up and walked out the lunchroom.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly and glanced around at your table, seeing how nobody seemed to give a shit or even notice you as they were all too busy talking about basketball.

"Umm I will be right back." You told Jason as they all just seemed to shrug you off.

You instantly got up and quickly followed Eddie into the empty hall, confused as you glanced around the empty hallway.

Once you got to the end of the hall, Eddie yanked you into the janitors closet and closed it.

"What the- what the hell Eddie?!" You told him as he quickly moved his hand over your mouth to shush you, also quickly turning on the light.

Your eyes were wide as you looked up at him, sounds muffled to a hum thanks to his large hand over your mouth.

That's when you realized how close you two were, and how tiny the closet was that he pulled you in.

"Want to talk about what happened between us?- I can't keep pretending like nothing happened." he said, a soft look in his eyes as he looked down at you.

As Eddie slowly moved his hand off your mouth, you sighed and looked down at your feet after a moment of looking into his brown eyes.

"Not really.. I kind of want to forget about what happened-" you said, playing around with your fingers awkwardly as you kept your gaze down.

You could hear him sigh and slowly glanced up as he backed away a little bit so you two weren't super close.

"I can't though y/n- it made me realize something.. something about us." He said looking at you while crossing his arms on his chest.

"I think it was just a bad idea-" You told him but cut yourself off, letting out a small breath as you looked up at him nervously.

"-I love you y/n." he said quietly looking at you, just blurting it out.

You looked up at him, into his eyes before sighing as you moved your gaze back down at your feet.

"I do too, but Eddie- we can't be together, you know that." you said quietly while bringing your gaze slowly back up to look at him.

You could just see the sadness in his eyes as he looked down, nervously playing around with the rings on his fingers as he stood there silent for a moment.

"-why?…" he whispered and you could just tell their was tears pooling in his eyes by the slight quiver in his voice.

You slowly walked over to him and put your hands on his cheeks to make him look up at you, his sad gaze meeting yours.

"I don't want people to hurt you.. just because of me." You whispered, not even realizing your eyes were watering.

Eddie just put his hands over yours and looked into your eyes, gently running his thumb up and down your hand.

"It doesn't matter what they think y/n.. if we want to be together then we can be together- to hell with them if they say otherwise." He said with a small sniffle, deciding to crack a little smirk to try and make the mood better which made you let out a little giggle.

"So?." Eddie hummed while looking into your eyes, a hopeful glint in his brown doe eyes.

You gave a little grin before leaning in to give him a soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes slowly shut as his hand moved to gently rest on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss more as he leaned in slightly.

After a moment you decided to both slowly pull away and look down into each other's eyes, your hand resting on his face and his hand resting on the back of your neck.

"I love you Eddie." You muttered with a smile which made him crack a smile.

After a moment of just kissing in the janitor's closet, you both decided to head back to lunch so nobody would go searching for you or him.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you out the closet, glancing around to make sure nobody could see you both leaving the closet and start assuming things- which you couldn't help but giggle at as he looked back at you with a cheeky grin.

As soon as he saw that the coast was clear- Eddie brought you back into the lunchroom, then brought you over to the Hellfire table.

You could feel the dirty looks you got from Jason and his friends but you didn't care- as long as you had Eddie you were totally fine.

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[bimbobaggins69]

I saw you did someone’s request and I had to put mine in! Eddie being behind in class and the top of the class cheerleader reader is told to tutor Eddie and it somehow ends in them fucking between the bookshelves of the library, please? 🥺

Meet me in the library

Eddie Munson x sweet cheerleader fem!reader

⚠️warnings: SMUT 18+MDNI, playing never have I ever, Eddie has a slight corruption kink, dirty talk, public sex, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m—receiving), unprotected p in v sex, cream pie, all of my “sweet and innocent or virgin” girlies are always undercover freaks, it’s hard for me to write for super innocent characters since well, I’m not.

A/N: I was recently rewatching st and realized a lot of the kids reference failing Spanish, so I thought that could be the subject Eddie needs help with in this, as I don’t see that much in other fics. Anyway, thank you to whoever sent in this request. Hope you like it <3

Today, was not your day. You had woken up 15 minutes late, missed the bus, did not have time to eat anything but a granola bar and to top it off; Tyler in first period, sent you one of his weekly pervy notes, that read: “You’re so hot, my zippers falling for you.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you crumbled the paper to throw away on your way out, to second period.

As you walk into Mrs. Burtons Spanish class, the vanilla air freshener sitting on her desk, wafting through the air. You take a seat in the middle and begin taking out your text book.

“Buenos Dias, clase.” Her inability to roll her tongue, peaking through her sentence.

“Buenos Dias, Mrs. Burton.” You and a few other pupils, say back.

“Please take out your Spanish 1, text books and turn to page 24.” As you move to open your book with the rest of the class, the classroom door is pulled open. Eddie Munson walks in, without a care in the world that he’s late. Choosing the open seat right next to you, he plops down. The smell of weed, hitting your nose. Clearly smoking before class was more important.

No wonder he’s a super duper senior - you thought to yourself

You usually try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but you’ve had a shit day and thus, no filter. You don’t dislike Eddie, you’ve had multiple classes with him throughout your high school career and even though you both have never really had a full on conversation, you’ve still never bought the crap this town says about him.

“So nice of you to join us, Señor Munson.” Spits Mrs. Burton, face adorned with the fakest of smiles

“Uh, I forgot my book in my van, sorry.” He says while slumping down in his chair

“Mmhm” Mrs. Burtons continues while rolling her eyes and turning towards the chalk board

“Psst, what page are we on?” You hear being whispered in your direction

You turn toward it, not sure if the questions is directed at you or someone else. As you turn your head towards the leather jacket wearing metal head, you notice his eyes trained on you, eyebrows lifted as if to say “hello?”

“Oh um, page 24.” You whisper back

“Thanks, Pom poms.” He says with a wink

Your face instantly blooming a rosy pink— Eddie notices as he throws you a cocky smirk.

You bury your head in your text book as Mrs. Burton explains the difference between “los padres and el padre”

After Mrs. Burton dismisses the class, and you’re packing up your belongings. She sets her sights on you.

“Y/L, Munson? Can I have a word with you both, before you go?” Her eyes darting from yours to Eddie’s

“Sure” you both say in unison, although your tones were anything but similar

You put the purple straps of your backpack on your shoulders, while Eddie haphazardly slings one strap over his. Bag zipped halfway.

You both walk up to Mrs. Burtons desk, side by side. Eddie looked annoyed, like he had better things to be doing, while you always did your best to be polite.

“Y/N, I wanted to ask. Since you are my best student, if you wouldn’t mind tutoring Eddie, here? If he passes these next two tests, they will count for half of his grade, if he can bump his F up to at least a C, he can finally pass my class.”

She says, all while side eyeing Eddie. His jaw clenching through her proposal. You couldn’t help feeling bad for the way he was treated, by peers and teachers alike. You wondered how it must feel to have your teachers give up on you. You would probably stop caring, too.

Before your thoughts could carry on, Mrs. Burton begins talking again.

“So, what do you say?” Her eyes pleading for a yes, she clearly wants him out of her class.

You look over again at Eddie, the action making your tummy fill with butterflies. Having to be in close proximity to him, most likely alone. You couldn’t tell if the nerves were from intimidation or infatuation.

You’d find out soon.

“Yeah, of course. I’d love to help!” Words coming out way too enthusiastic in comparison to how you were internally feeling.

“Okay, excellent.” She says as she sits down in her seat to begin grading papers.

She looks up at you and Eddie through her lashes “you both are free to go.” She says with a tight lipped smile

Eddie is the first one to make his way out the door. Exhaling a breath he’d been holding.

“So, when and where do you wanna meet up?” He says through gritted teeth, face impassive as his eyes flicker to yours.

“Meet me in the library, after school.” You say as you turn on your heel and head to third period.

The day dragged on, until finally the last bell rang out. You made your way to your locker. Exchanging some of your text books for ones you’d need to help you study that night.

As you swing your locker shut, your thoughts interrupted by a figure leaning up against the next locker over.

“Hola, pom poms.” Eddie says with a smirk, your widened eyes turn squinted as you return the smile.

“I thought we were meeting in the biblioteca?”—You inquire

“The what?” He says as he reads your face for the answer

Oh lord, you had your work cut out for you.

“Biblioteca means library in Spanish, Eddie.” You say with a giggle

“Mm, no yeah, I-I knew that.” His smirk drops, as he swallows. Addams apple bobbing at the motion.

“Sure you did. So do you wanna lead the way, or do you need directions?” You say with no bite to your words, purely a joke.

“Oh, low blow, princess!” He says as he puts his hand over his heart. “All have you know, I’ve been to the library once or twice before.” He smirks while looking back at you.

The butterflies in your stomach returning, ten fold.

As you both shuffle into the library, it was mostly empty. Most of your peers have already headed home for the day. You both find a nice secluded table towards the back shelves. Away from the judging eyes of Mrs. Westin, the grumpy old librarian who loves to tell people to be quiet, even when their voices are just above a whisper. You knew Eddie could be loud, witnessing his little outburst in the cafeteria and in classes you both have shared together, through the years.

As you reach the furthest table; you remove your backpack, taking out your text book along with some paper and a pencil. Meanwhile Eddie slams his body into his seat, slumping down and spreading his legs out as he crosses his arms against his chest. You can feel him watching you as you turn to the page your next test was going to be on.

“Are you going to keep staring at me? Or are you going to get your text book and writing utensils out, so we can study?” You ask as you uncomfortably shift in your seat, his gaze doing nothing to ease the butterflies flapping around your belly.

“I’d rather study you, princess.” He says as he brings his chin towards his chest, looking at you through his lashes. Big doe eyes roaming your chest, neck and face as he brings his bottom lip behind his top teeth to bite. Finally his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but to get lost in them.

What was he doing to you?

You were hardly boy crazy, basking in the fact that you never took any of these boys serious. School always came first. That’s not to say you haven’t dated or had fun, you certainly have but you knew graduating and getting the hell outta this soul sucking town was the real object of your desires.

But Eddie was making you feel ways you’ve never felt, ways you didn’t even know were physically possible for you.

You bring your thoughts to a halt, as your eyes quickly find solace in the page in front of you.

“Text book, Eddie?” You say, with a tone you weren’t familiar hearing from yourself.

“I-I didn’t bring it. Is it cool if we just share?” He stands up and makes his way around the table to plop in the chair, beside you. Mirroring the same slouch and spread legs, as earlier. Not even waiting to hear your answer.

“Sure, why not.” You whisper to yourself as you continue looking over the page, trying to gage what lesson you wanted to work on first.

Eddie sits up and scoots his chair closer to you, elbow touching yours. Sending something as easily described as electricity, coursing through your body. You begin to move uncomfortably in your seat again. Eddie, watching you closely out the side of his eyes.

He was purposely trying to throw you off, and it was working. You close your text book and look up at him, while you scoot back in your chair. Eddie moves back a bit too, eyes widening as he thinks you’re going to get up and walk away from him and his antics.

“How about we put off studying for a day and I don’t know, talk?” You say as you collect your book and utensils to put back in your backpack.

“Talk? What would you like to talk about, poms?”

“My name is y/n, not Poms not Pom Poms just y/—n. Okay?” You snap, although the nickname was kinda cute coming from him, you’d prefer to be called your real name.

Eddie puts his hands up in surrender.

“Y/n, right. Sorry.” He says as he begins nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, why don’t we get to know each other a little bit? Maybe that way you can get more comfortable with me and then it’ll be a little easier to study.” You’d much rather talk to him anyway, see what’s going on under that beautiful, luscious head of hai— nope, no. Don’t even finish that thought.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, smirk adorning his full pink lips

“I’d love nothing more than to get to know you, princess..” smirk growing wider

Okay, so much for wanting him to call me by my name. Cause if it’s between that and princess, princess wins. Hands down.

“How about we make it interesting?” Face full of mischief

You could tell that face was going to be nothing but trouble, but you couldn’t help the intrigue it brought you.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” You ask, trying your best to be impartial.

“Have you ever played, never have I ever?”

“I mean, a couple times at a sleep over and once at a house party, but that involved alcohol.” You say as your heart thumps out of your chest. You remember those questions being anything but innocent. The middle of the library probably not the best place for this. But, you also thought it could be fun.

“Right, well unfortunately for us, we don’t have any. So maybe we can just put a finger down, instead.” Disappointment in his voice “Okay, you start.” He says with a motion of his hand.

“Never have I ever… ditched school.” You wanted to start off small and work your way to the good stuff

Eddie puts his finger down, with an exhale of his breath.

“Okay, princess. Let’s play fair.” He snorts out with a chuckle

“Never have I ever, had a one night stand.” He says with a cocky smirk, as he puts a finger down. Eyes trained on you, as he waits for your answer

You shake your head, as you nervously play with your fingers in your lap.

He’s just jumping right in, okay.

Eddie nods his head as he laughs to himself, as if to say “I knew it.”

“Never have I ever… Um, broken a bone.” You put a finger down, remembering 6th grade and your bright pink cast you had to wear for a whole a year.

Eddie barks out a laugh as he shakes his head.

“No, no, no sweetheart. Dirty questions only.” He says with a smug smile

“Why? I meant get to know as in little details of each other’s lives, not sexually.” You whisper the last word, making Eddie roll his eyes

“C’mon princess, this is so much more interesting.” He whines

“Okay, fine. Never have I ever had sex in a car.” You say as you put a finger down

Eddie’s eyes widen at the new information. He thought you were a virgin, miss Virgin Mary in the flesh. You had unexpectedly surprised him.

“Mm, that’s what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” He says smug smirk still adorning his face

“Never have I ever, had a threesome.” He puts another finger down, as your eyes widen at the fact.

“You’ve had a threesome? With who?” You ask, tone in disbelief

“It was a friend and some girl.” He answers

“With another guy?” The thought making your thighs close, as you swallow down the curiosity plaguing your mind.

Eddie just nods his head, as he looks at you. Awaiting your next revelation.

“Never have I ever, kissed a member of the same sex?” You couldn’t help it, you were curious.

Eddie side eyes you, he knows exactly what you’re doing. He puts his finger down, as you mirror him. Having made out with your best friend at a few of your sleepovers.

That was totally normal, wasn’t it?

You and Eddie, both clearly surprised by the others answer.

“Oh, so miss goody two shoes is actually just a secret bad girl. Having sex in cars and kissing girls? Mm, I like this version much better.” He snickers

You roll your eyes, but can’t help but laugh along.

“Okay, okay” Eddie begins “never have I ever… had sex in public? Car sex doesn’t count.” He continues

“How does that not count? It’s literally in public.”

“I mean in a public place; a park, a gas station, a library?” He says leaning closer to you as he whispers the last part.

Your face heats up at the thought of Eddie, fucking you against one of these bookshelves. Before you could think about the words, they’re already leaving your mouth.

“Nope, can’t say I’ve ever had the privilege of getting fucked in a library.”

Eddie’s eyes darken and his jaw tics at your language. He’s never even heard you cuss before, not even a damn or hell. He was loving that you weren’t as innocent as he thought. Although he did very much want to corrupt you, he thinks it’ll be easier now.

“Well, do you want to?” He asks, big eyes staring into your souls as he licks his lips.

“Um, I-I don’t know.” You stammer

Of course I do! I want you to do whatever you want to me— your brain betrays you, with its horny thoughts. God, it hasn’t been that long. Has it?

“Just say the word, princess. We can change that, if that’s something you’d like.” He says, voice not matching the sexual undertones of the conversation. He sounded so sweet and understanding. Like if you said no, he totally wouldn’t pressure you. He’d just go about his day, like nothing was even said. And that, makes you want him even more.

Your voice feels stuck in your throat. How do you tell him you do, really, really want that without sounding like a slut? I mean clearly, he was one but you don’t know if you’d like to be looked at in that light.

“It’s cool, don’t sweat it. We’ll just get back to stud-“ finally you find your voice, you have to just say it, own it. Who cares, you want Eddie. You want him to fuck you and that doesn’t make you any less than anyone else.

“N-No, I um” you sit up straighter as you try to say the rest of your sentence with more confidence “I want you to fuck me.” You say as you look him directly in the eyes.

His smile beams, as he rubs his chin in deliberation. As if, trying to grasp at the fact that, Hawkins sweetest and most innocent cheerleader just asked him to fuck her in the library. This was better than Christmas. Hell, christmas and his birthday combined. He couldn’t wait to get a little taste of your sweetness, he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time either.

“Okay, anything you want princess.” He whispers as he put his large ringed hand on your thigh. Rubbing up to the hem of your green and yellow cheer skirt. Goosebumps spreading all over your thighs at the coldness of his rings. You squeaked at the gesture.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby I’m just g’na get you nice and ready for me, is that okay? Get that pussy, all nice and dripping for me? Huh?” He whispers closer to the shell of your ear. You bite your lip at his filthy words. Rosy cheeks making another appearance.

He moves his hand up higher, grabbing at the fat of your upper thigh and letting out a low growl, as if that really turned him on. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you began looking back towards the front of the library, trying to make sure you wouldn’t get caught and suffer the wrath of Mrs. Westin.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. I won’t let us get caught, okay?” He says as he grabs your chin and turns your head back to look at him. As you take in his face, you notice his eyes trained on your lips. He wanted to kiss you, so without thinking twice you move in closer, closing the space between you both. He watches you and realizes what you’re doing. He begins to completely close it, by putting his lips on yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, until his other hand grabs the back of your head, pulling you even closer. He slips his tongue past your lips as he entangles it with yours, the kiss now needy and passionate. His hand continuing to skate up your skirt, until he reaches your panty covered slit. He can feel just how soaked he’s made you.

“Fuck, you always this wet when you tutor dumbasses, like me?” He laughs, but his self deprecation pulls at your heart strings.

“You’re not a dumbass, Eddie. Don’t talk like that about yourself.” You say shyly, but voice full of tenderness, a tenderness eddie was not use to.

“What? You care about me now? I got your pussy wet, so you think you give a shit about me? Is that it?” He says, but his tone was anything but mean. It was more teasing, something about it made your sex throb and your panties soak up more of your juices.

“N-no, I just don’t think you’re a dumbass. I think, you don’t apply yourself in things that don’t interest you. I think, if you would actually let me help you, and make it interesting enough, you could pass in no time. I’ve worked with dumbasses, you Eddie are not one.” You continue

Eddie’s never been great at taking compliments or receiving love, so he does the only thing he can think of in that moment that doesn’t include any talking. Smashing his lips back into yours with a deep set growl, it’s wet and sloppy, you want more.

And just as if he was reading your mind, Eddie slips your cotton panties to the side, and brings a ringed finger up your slit to collect the wetness. You open your legs wider, as Eddie smirks into the sloppy kiss. He begins rubbing at your little bundle of nerves, and you’re so in the moment that you can’t help but moan out, immediately moving your face into your elbow to cover it up with a cough. Eddie throws his head back in laughter, at that. He can’t take how fucking cute you are. It’s driving him, crazy!

Before you can collect yourself from that embarrassing moment, Eddie plunges a finger into your dripping hole, as he brings your face back to kiss him, trying to conceal your moans.

Finally, he removes his hand from your panties as he whispers in your ear. “Cmon, let’s go find a more private place, for this.” He stands and holds his hand out for you to take, you put your smaller hand in his, as he guides you to the book shelves even further back. You would have to hurry, as the library will be closing soon, but luckily you have more than enough time to spare. You’ve been stuck in this library multiple times to study, so you know about what time, Mrs. Westin comes around to start telling students to, pack it up.

As you follow Eddie behind the bookshelf that reads “science fiction.” He pulls you over and gently puts your back up against the shelves, a couple books digging into your back, but you didn’t mind.

“You sure you still wanna do this, baby?” He asked with such softness, you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yes, I do Eddie.” You whisper to him as you hold his gaze

His smile was infectious. He brought his hands up to your waist, grabbing at the flesh and then rubbing down towards the fat of your ass, grabbing two handfuls.

“Such a pretty ass, I can’t help myself every time I see you, baby. I just gotta look.” He whispers into your ear, making you shiver in excitement.

“I can’t do everything I’d like to do to you, here. But I’m g’na give you a little taste, until next time. How’s that sound?” His voice so silky and smooth. You nod your head, as your eyes water. The anticipation was making you mad, you needed Eddie right then and there.

But the promise of a next time, made the butterflies in your stomach explode.

You didn’t care, you needed him in your mouth. No more waiting. You turn him around and push him up against the same shelf you were just standing against, as you drop down to your knees. Eddie’s eyes bulging out of his head.

“Holy shit.” He whispered to himself

You begin working at his button and zipper, pulling his black jeans and red checkered boxers to his knees. His dick springing out and tapping your cheek. Now, it was your eyes that were bulging out of your head. You knew Eddie’s cocky attitude probably solidified the fact that he was packing, but not like this. He was porn star big.

“Mm, open up baby. Open that pretty little mouth for me.” He says as he grabs his pretty pink cock in one hand, tapping it against your mouth. The pre cum being smeared on your top and bottom lip.

You open and take the head of him, into your mouth and suck. “Fuck” you hear from above you. Taking more into your mouth inch by inch as you reach the middle, not able to fit his whole length in at a time. He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and whispers “I know you can take more baby, cmon just a little bit more.” And the desperation in his voice does nothing but make you want to obey.

So you continue taking more of him into your mouth, until your nose brushes against the tuft of curls situated at the bottom of his shaft. You can hear him making gasps and groans above your head, so you move your eyes to focus on the metalhead above you. The knuckle of his thumb between his teeth, as he bites down. Trying to hide his moans from being heard, from across the dead library.

You want nothing more than to hear him, his groans and mules and praises. But as he said, you’ll save that for another day.

He gently pulls your hair, as if to silently tell you to get up on to your feet. You stand back up, drool covering your lips and tears staining your cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.” He says as he bites at his lip, and uses his finger to wipe up a stray tear. “Come here.” He grabs the small of your back pushing your chest into his, as he kisses you, pulling your skirt up to reveal your baby pink cotton panties. He smiles as his eyes take in the wet spot, just for him.

He moves you further down to another book shelf, as he pushes you back up against it. Grabbing your left leg and hiking it up around his waist, as he digs back under your skirt to move your panties to the side. Taking his cock in one hand. He spreads your arousal all over the tip before it begins breeching your tight hole.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight but holy shit.” He gasps

He continues moving in, deeper and deeper. Inch by inch.

You moan out into his ear, something only for you and him to hear, as he begins fucking into you, stretching you out and stuffing you whole. He speeds up as your pussy begins to stretch wider for him. You’re both moaning into each others mouths, ears and necks as he fucks you better than you’ve ever been fucked. Your toes curling in your white ked sneakers. Head thrown back, against the book shelf as he hits that spot so deep inside you. Your pussy begins to flutter around him, making him fuck into you harder. You knew if Mrs. Westin were to come and check on you both, she’d immediately know what was going on. The thought making your pussy flutter even more.

You moan out as you look into Eddie’s eyes.

“Right there. Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Is that your spot, baby? Fuck yeah, I’m not stopping. Not until your cumming all over this cock.” 

He was so close but he needed you to finish first. Taking his ringed fingers and bringing them to your lips, you open up and begin sucking on ‘em. Getting them nice and wet. He moves them between your bodies as he reaches your clit, wet fingers drawing circles over the sensitive bud. Making your vision go white and your legs shake.

“I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming, Eddie.” You screech out.

“Fuck, so am I. Where do you want it?.” He says as he throws his head back, hair falling beautifully behind his shoulders as he drives his cock harder into you, almost animalistic.

“Inside, please cum inside me.” You cry out

The suggestion and desperation in your voice tipping him over the edge as he releases, white hot ropes inside of your fucked out cunt.

Eddie’s face falls into your neck as he holds on to your hips, you both catching your breathes. Coming down from the best high of your life.

“Damn, yeah we’re definitely g’na have more fun, next time.” He says as he kisses your lips, and pulls away to stuff himself back into his jeans.

You fix your panties and smooth out your skirt as you, and Eddie begin making your way back to the table.

Eddie grabs you by the waist and brings you back towards him, as he notices you begin to close back into yourself. “Hey, that was okay, right? I wasn’t too rough or anything?” He says, he really had a way of making you feel cared for.

“It was perfect, Eddie. I can’t wait to do it again.” You smile as you grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, not caring to fix it properly.

Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, kissing you on the crown of your head. “Let me walk you out to your car.” He offers

“Oh, thank you. What a gentleman.” You joke

You both make your way out of the library, Mrs. Westin side eyeing you both until you walk out of the library, in a fit of giggles.

“Hey, so can I get your number or something?” Eddie says as he leans against your car and opens your door up for you.

“Yeah, sure.” You say back as you rip a piece of paper out of your journal and bring out a pen. Writing your number as you fold it up and hand it to him. He opens it, smiling at your name with a little heart right next to it.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later?” He asks as he leans in, to give you one more peck to your lips.

“Yeah Eddie, I’ll talk to you later.” You say as you climb into your car.

Holy shit, you just fucked Eddie in the library and you’re going to do it again.

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[rallentando1011]

hey so can I get a scenario with rottmnt Donnie where he keeps stealing his lovers purple stuff, he notices them not having purple stuff around anymore and one day they are like “yea so I don’t buy purple anymore. Too much stuff is disappearing. Hmmm I wonder where it keeps vanishing too? “ and they give him a knowing smirk?

Purple Habits Die Hard (rise Donnie x gn Reader)

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Word Count: 1082

You didn’t love him anymore. 

That was the only logical conclusion Donnie could reach.

Was he grasping at straws with that hypothesis? Likely. But the fact that there were even straws to grasp in the first place was enough to raise his suspicion.

Data point 1: You hadn’t worn purple in weeks. Not really a commitment, definitely not a symbol of possession, wearing his color was just a symbol that he was in your thoughts. The lack of that implied that he wasn’t plaguing your mind like you did his. At least, that’s what he picked up from it.

Data point 2: You barely invited him to hang out anymore. The last few times you two had seen each other had all been initiated by him, three to be exact, and all of those instances had occurred at the lair. Not your residence, not some fun locale, the lair.

Data point 3: …

Well, to be completely honest, he only had the two. However, how unscientific or illogical his hypothesis was mattered not. 

Something was awry.

And he was going to get to the bottom of it.

A text message drew Donnie out of his downward spiral line of reasoning.It was from you, alleging that you were almost to the lair.

Right. He had been so busy plotting and scheming that he nearly forgot the subject of such endeavors, and that he had invited you over for investigation and/or confrontation.

He needed to get ready.

He tugged off the lavender sweatshirt he’d taken from your place a couple of months ago, the chain of your stolen lilac bracelet jangling as he did so.

Oh yeah. He should probably take that off, too.

He didn’t want to seem like a kleptomaniac.

He barely had time to chuck the articles into the deep recesses of his lab and act like he was busy working on some project before you knocked and entered the room.

“Heya, D.” You plopped down on the desk chair adjacent to his seat and spun around once.

His answer was a disinterested hum.

You summed it up as him being busy and started scrolling on your phone before he spoke up.

“My, what an opulent blue shirt you have on.”

That was an odd comment, and were those hints of disdain in his voice? You continued on anyway. “Uhhh, thanks? It’s just a graphic tee, though..?”

“Oh, don’t undersell it. It’s rather nice.”

“...Okay then.”

You weren’t following. He grew frustrated.

“Yes, it is grand, but would it not look in another, similarly shaded cool color?” He prompted.

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

His eye twitched. You grinned.

You tilted your chair in his direction, tone lightly teasing. You two indulged in some lighthearted banter here and there, and that’s what you thought that was. “What, are you saying it’d look better in purple? Your color?”

“I’m not saying that I interpret the colors of your clothing symbolically, but yes, I do. You haven’t been wearing any of your purple articles recently, you barely invite me over anymore. You can just admit you don’t enjoy my company.” When his gaze fled to the ground, you realized that he was serious about this.

“Donatello…” you started, dipping your neck down so you could make eye contact. “That is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. The reason I haven’t been wearing purple is because I don’t have any purple to wear. Something or someone keeps taking all of it. And, coincidentally, more goes missing every time you come over. That’s why I’ve been hanging out here instead.”

Donnie’s mouth was agape. The thought that he was the one causing his own problems hadn’t crossed his mind. Genuinely, thinking about it, it made a lot of sense. The worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself was really ringing true. But he couldn’t let his scientific validity and his dignity die in the same endeavor, so he took the next logical step. Lie.

The softshell swallowed before uncertainly droning, “I haven’t the slightest clue as to what you are implying.”

“I think you’re definitely smart enough to ascertain my implications. And you’re way past smart enough to know that I still love spending time with you even though I’m not wearing a specific color anymore.”

Donnie blinked. Oh. So, you two were cool, and he was actually just being melodramatic. He was still trying to figure out if that was worse than you being sick of him. It probably was. Probably… 

However, he couldn’t dwell on that long. Something you said piqued his interest. The thing about the color of your clothing not holding any symbolic weight.

Expression growing subtly smug with the quirk of an eyebrow, he called your bluff. “If you are taking into account my intelligence, then should you not also observe that I am smart enough to discern the correlation between the formation of our partnership and you coming into possession of more purple attire?”

You blinked before countering with a smirk. “How would you know that I bought more purple clothes if I haven’t been able to wear them?”

Oh, Schrödinger. The only way that he would know, and the reason he did know, was because he had taken them

Regrettably, he mumbled. “... I plead the fifth.”

“Oh no you don’t. Public interest takes precedence over your individual rights, sir. Get subpoenaed, sucker!” You perked up in your seat and pointed an accusatory index finger at the man. “Where are my things?”

He crossed his arms.“You have no definitive proof that it was me. Your argument is circumstantial, at best. Good luck defending that in a court of law.”

Your excitement deflated. “Fine, fine. I suppose I must continue on without wearing purple, our color, forever.”

You batted your eyelashes sadly. It was a cheap tactic, but you weren’t afraid to stoop if it meant you could get your regular Donnie- you meant, wardrobe back. Yeah, you missed your clothes, but you missed having him over more. Probably.

It only took a couple more seconds for him to crack. “Sigh… Hey, completely unrelated segue, but could I come over tomorrow?”

“Suspicious timing, but I’ll allow it.”

“Great.”

“This meeting is adjourned.”

Somehow, by some otherworldly force/the magic of guilt tripping, your violet sweatshirts, t-shirts, accessories, gradually began showing up as the weeks went on.

By the same mysterious impetus, their return coincidentally synchronized with Donnie coming over.

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Better (Soldier Boy)

Description: Soldier Boy notices that Homelander isn’t nice to his wife so he will do anything in his power to try and get her to leave him.

Word Count:1,852k

He watched from afar as Homelander yelled and screamed at his wife. She had made a mistake and Homelander was yelling at her, not in front of anyone but he still saw it. She was so damn beautiful and sexy, he really questioned how a fuckup like Homelander got a girl like her. “You were supposed to be here with my food 20 minutes ago!” He yelled at his poor wife who was trying to talk. “There was traffic, I’m sorry there wasn’t anything I could do.” “Oh there was traffic, huh? Well maybe next time leave earlier!” Ben couldn’t watch this anymore without wanting to kill him. He had to get that poor woman out of the situation. 

“What can you tell me about Homelander’s wife?” Ben asked the boys as he walked through the door. They all looked up at him. “Y/N?” Hughie asked. “Yeah she’s his wife, right?” Hughie nodded. “So what can you tell me about her?” “Why do you wanna know about her?” Billy asked. “Homelander treat the poor girl like shit.” He said. Billy shrugged. “Eh well maybe the lady likes it.” He suggested. “Didn’t seem like it.” Everyone was confused as to why he wanted to know about her and why he cared. “What do you wanna fuck her or something?” MM asked. Soldier Boy looked at him with disgust but honestly she was breathtaking, maybe he did. “No, But she shouldn’t be treated like shit by her own husband.” He said. “She’s his wife and has been for years. She’s 10 years younger than him and she is unemployed.” Frenchie told him. They all look at the man. “What? It’s common knowledge.” “You won’t get her out of that marriage, so don’t try.” Billy told him.

Ben didn’t listen nor care what the others said. He kept a secret from the others. Homelander was his son and he hadn’t told anyone yet. He didn’t like the fucker and wanted what he had. He could treat her better than he was. It had to be fate when he saw her getting her poor excuse of a husband some food she could make. He wasn’t sure why he agreed to be the one to go get groceries for the boys but he was glad he did. He watched as she tried to reach something from the top shelf but couldn’t. He chuckled to himself and walked over to her. “Excuse me miss, do you want some help?” He asked her. She looked over at him and stopped reaching.

“If you don’t mind.” She said. He shook his head. “Not at all.” He picked up the item she was trying to reach for and handed it to her. “Thank you so much.” She said with a smile. He loved that smile now that he got to see it. “No problem.” He said and watched her put the item in the cart. “You’re Homelander’s wife, right?” He asked. She nodded but didn’t look too happy. “Yup.” She said. “Must be awesome being married to a superhero.” He said. She didn’t look thrilled about it. “Yeah, I guess.” She said. “Are you okay?” He asked her. “Yeah yeah I’m fine.” she lied. He knew she wasn’t telling the truth but didn’t say anything as he went his own way. 

It was days later that he ran into her again. As much as he would like to plan these things it’s been accidentally. She was ordering coffee and he walked up behind her in line. His eyes widened once he realized she was in front of him. “Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?” He asked. She turned around and smiled at him. “You’re the guy from the store the other day.” She said. He smiled at her. “Yeah. My name’s Ben by the way.” He tells her. “Y/N.” She said. Though he already knew that. “You getting coffee for Homelander?” He asked her. She shook her head. “No he doesn’t need any. It’s for me.” She said. “Dealing with superheros stressful?” He asked. “Sometimes Yeah.” What she completely forgot about was the fact that Homelander had eyes on her at all times. 

“Who the fuck was that guy at the coffee shop today?” He growled. “Just someone that recognizes me.” She shrugged. “Yeah well you had a whole conversation with him.” Homelander yelled. “Am I not allowed to talk to anyone?” She asked, clearly pissed off. “Not if it’s a guy.” She rolled her eyes at him. For being The Homelander he was very insecure. “Ok whatever.” She said to him. Tears threatened to spill down her face. She was so sick of getting treated like shit.

The next time they run into each other Y/N can’t hold back anymore. He sees her at a bar drinking which surprises him. He was there to get laid but now he’s curious why she was here. He walked up to her looking around to make sure Homelander wasn’t near. “Hey 3rd times a charm, right?” She turned towards him and laughed. “I guess it is.” Her laugh wasn’t as warm as it usually is, something was wrong. “What’s got you at a place like this?” He asked. “What? You're saying a lady can’t drink her problems away.” She joked. He chuckled and shrugged. “What problems are you drinking away?” She bit her lip and debated on telling him everything. She barely knew him but it didn’t feel like it. “Everything.” She said and looked at him, sadness filling her eyes.

“What’s Everything?” He asked, taking a seat next to her. She cleared her throat and took a sip of her drink. “You would think being married to a superhero would be amazing but it’s not.” At first she had a small smile but it dropped as she continued talking. “Homelander isn’t a nice guy. He’s not what the world thinks he is.” She whispered. He couldn’t believe she was telling him this. He already knew that but the fact that she trusted him enough to tell him. “What do you mean?” He asked. “He’s not physically abusive but he’s emotionally abusive.” She tells him. “Then why are you with him?” She let out a laugh. “I can’t just leave. It’s not that simple.” She shrugged. “Why not?” He was pissed at this point. “He won’t let me. He’s crazy, Ben.” She looks at him with tears in her eyes.

All he wanted to do was give her a hug and hold her in his arms and tell her she doesn’t have to deal with him anymore. Before he could do anything they heard a hard landing outside the bar. The door pushed open and the devil himself walked in. Everyone in the bar started cheering and taking pictures of him. He waved and smiled and walked through the crowd to where Ben and Y/N were. Ben looked at Y/N and saw her eyes widen. “Don’t worry Y/N. You won’t have to deal with him anymore.” Ben whispered to her. “There you are Honey. I’ve been looking all over for you.” He said as he approached her. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. He still hadn’t noticed Ben. Y/N watched Homelander’s smile drop as he saw Ben.

But Ben wasn’t just Ben to him, he was Soldier Boy. “Honey, you didn’t tell me you met Soldier Boy.” He said. Y/N eyes widened and looked at Ben. “You’re Soldier Boy?” She asked him. He looked at her quickly and looked back at Homelander. “Maybe.” He said. Homelander laughed. “So you’re the man that wants to take my wife away from me?” Y/N looked at him confused. “Ben is just a friend.” Y/N told her husband. “A friend? Sure whatever you say.” Homelander said sarcastically. “You treat your wife like shit, son.” Homelander was confused by him calling him son. “Excuse me?” Ben stood up. “You heard me.” Homelander laughed. “Is that what she tells you?” “No, I’ve seen it for myself. You can play the good guy act all you want around the world but I know how you are and buddy you aren’t tough.” Homelander’s eyes turned red.

Y/N quickly jumped up from out of the chair and ran to Homelander’s side. “John, it's okay. Let’s go home.” She begged. “Y/N, Don’t leave with him.” Ben told her. Homelander looked at him with anger. “What’s your angle here, pal?” He walked closer to Ben. Ben wasn’t scared of him. That showed in his eyes. “Y/N deserves better than a poor excuse of a man like you.” He said. “Oh what? Like you?” Homelander asked amused. Ben shrugged. “Maybe.” That’s what made Homelander slam him into a table. Y/N gasped with tears in her eyes. The table broke but Ben got right back up and they fought. They were both Supes so it wasn’t an easy battle. The crowd watched in shock as the two beat each other up. Totally forgetting they were in public. Y/N couldn’t move. She was shocked by everything that was said and was happening. Ben was Soldier Boy and trying to take her from Homelander?

She watched as he straddled her husband and punched his face over and over again with super strength. Tears streaming down her face as she yelled at them to stop. Once Homelander was barely conscious Ben stood up and spit on him. The crowd didn’t make a noise as he got off the man and walked over to Y/N. He held out his hand to take. She had a moment to think on whether that was a good idea or not. He just beat her husband. But she thought back to all the times Homelander was mean to her after all she did for him. He deserved to get his ass beat. She took Ben’s hand which made him smile. They walked out of the bar leaving Homelander on the ground in pain. 

They sat by the lake in silence. Not much was said since they left the bar. Y/N was still in shock by everything and didn’t know what to say. Ben looked over at her and saw how shocked she was. He didn’t blame her. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about me being Soldier Boy.” He said. She looked at him. “Was this your plan?” She asked him. He looked at her confused. “What was my plan?” “To get me away from him?” “Honestly yeah. I saw you two weeks ago arguing and he was being rude as fuck to you for no reason.” He said. “So all the times we ran into each other they weren’t by accident?” He laughed. “Actually they were.” She nodded and looked down at her wedding ring. “Well I don’t know how to thank you.” She whispered. She was now twirling the ring on her finger. “Go on a date with me.” He said. She looked up at him. She didn’t say anything to him. She got up from the bench and took her ring off. She looked down at it one more time before throwing it into the lake. 

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[spiderfunkz]

✦ I LOVE THE SMITHS, AND YOU!

summary : you love the smiths, peter loves you.

word count : 0,8k

warnings : fluff, reader is oblivious & peter is just peter, not proofread btw.

a/n : based on this request!! my requests for peter are like always open so feel free to send in your thoughts <33 also this is inspired by that one scene in 500 days of summer but on a budget.

peter parker was in love.

sorry, correction, is in love.

he didn't know when this little crush started.

maybe it was in the 5th grade, when he was paired with you to do a project together, that's when he first met you. he remembered how he'd admire you as you glued those stupid looking dinosaurs on the cardboard.

he remembered how your overgrown bangs were almost covering your eyes. he remembered how he'd ask why you didn't cut it, and how you replied with — "i dunno, i don't want to cut it yet. my mumma told me hair holds memories. and i don't want to forget those memories."

he remembered how that reply made him smile. how he'd knew you two would get along somehow. and also, since then he became really picky when it comes to haircuts.

or maybe it was in the 9th grade. when you were one of the few people that wished him a happy birthday. he remembered that you gave him a really big smile, and he always noted how it was the prettiest smile he has ever seen, well, other than aunt may's of course.

or maybe it was last week. when you sat next to him in french class.

maybe it's because he noticed how your bangs were now blended with the rest of your hair, how he'd realized you never cut it since 5th grade. he wondered how many memories you have kept because of it. he wonders if he's in any of those.

he also wonders if you ever noticed that he liked you. how he'd always steal a glance when you're not looking, how he had your birthday marked on every calendar he has owned, or how he'd save up to buy you the things you looked at for too long.

maybe you did. and maybe you didn't know what to think of it.

to be completely honest, you were never much of a romantic.

never really. in your entire life you only liked two and a half things. the pasta your mom cooked, your hair, and sometimes, peter parker.

well, most of the time, peter parker. i mean he's your friend of course you like him! he's funny, he has nice soft hair that you just want to run your fingers through, he's smart and witty but he never brags about it, he cares for you, and his hand intertwines with yours perfectly.

okay, maybe you like him more than a friend. but that's another story you don't want to get too deep into.

"how about this?" you ask, holding peter's 'the smiths ; the queen is dead' cd in your hand.

you were supposed to do your english essay with peter today in his room, but like every other work you do with peter in his room, you both end up getting distracted.

"i forgot i had that, i loved it." he smiles, "put it on." he says, gesturing to the cd player.

"i love love this album! i can't believe you forgot you had this." you turn the player on as the song starts to play.

"you can keep it if you want, since you like it so much." peter says. "really?" — "of course." peter nods.

"thanks, peter. you're the best." you sat next to him.

peter hands you the paper you were supposed to do your essay on. "i wrote half of it with a pencil, you can just trace it with a pen." he smiles. "oh my god, peter. you know i could've done it myself." — "yeah but then it'll take you 5 hours and no sleep. besides, i'm almost done with mine too, so."

"aw, thanks." you lean your head on his shoulder as you read what he wrote on the paper. you focus on the paper, not noticing that peter's face is turning bright red.

a few minutes pass by and peter's calming down, he leans his head on yours. but when he does your head immediately jerk up. "oh i love this part!" you turn the volume up. "don't you?" you turn to peter, he nods.

"to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die!" you sang. "ugh, i love the smiths." you lean forward to grab a pen so you could finish the essay.

peter looks at you as you hum to the song. he notices your cherry tinted lips, and how your hair is clipped to the side with a clip that peter bought you years ago. he looks at you with such care and love. though unfortunately, you don't notice that.

you look to peter, "what do i have something on my face?". peter looks away, "oh uh no, sorry."

you furrow your brows. "you sure?" peter nods. "okay..." you laugh.

you continue to nod to the song, the pen in your hand overwriting peter's messy handwriting. "i loveee the smiths." you repeated.

"i loveee you." peter blurts out. he hopes it wasn't too loud, but you seem to be focused on the song and your paper.

"huh?" you turn to peter. "what? huh." peter awkwardly looks away, again. you look at him for a bit before smiling, "did you say you loveee the smiths too? i thought you weren't that big of a fan anymore." you clearly misheard him.

peter was dumbfounded, sure he didn't want you to hear that. but at the same time he did want you to hear that. "no i uh- i said, i love you."

"you love, me?" you ask.

"yeah, l-o-v-e."

"love love?"

"yeah. love love."

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