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angelicsoka · 3 months

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ROMEO & JULIET, l. hughes

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pairings | luke hughes x fem!zegras!reader, platonic!trevor zegras x sister!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x reader, platonic!jack hughes x reader

summary | in which trevor zegras finds out who his sister has been fooling around with, and he isn’t very happy.

warnings | not proofread, no use of "y/n", but the reader goes by the nickname “jules”. slight nsfw content but no smut. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | this is highly requested, however i did rewrite it like 3 times. it still isn’t my favorite thing ever but here it is! enjoy!!

jules zegras was off limits to trevor’s friends, a rule that jules found incredibly stupid. since when did he get to decide who she can and cannot date? still, she kept her distance and they kept theirs. that was until luke hughes walked into jules’ life.

it started off as nothing more than a fling, a one night stand. but one night turned to two, and nights turned into morning coffees, you get the picture. jules was happy, luke hughes made her happy. he was the perfect gentleman, he opened the car door for her, brought her flowers for every date night. he treated her like a queen and fucked her like a whore. he was the definition of perfect in jules’ eyes; the only problem was trevor.

because of trevor, they spent most of their time together, sneaking around. quick kisses as they passed, sneaking into bathrooms at parties for a few minutes alone. they had sworn ethan and mark to secrecy when they had caught the two of them kissing. and trevor did everything in his power to keep his sister away from his friends, especially the hughes brothers. they were a real life romeo and juliet.

jules giggled as luke kissed up her neck, her hands attempting to push him back. “lu, we can’t. my brother will be back soon and he will kill you if he found out.” she let out a breathy moan as he sucked lightly on her neck. “luke, please.”

“i’m tired of hiding, baby. i just wanna kiss my girl and not have to worry about everyone finding out.” luke looked at her, a soft pout on his face.

“trust me, i want nothing more than to show you off, but i can't if you're dead. just give me time to tell him.” luke frowned but nodded, placing another kiss on her neck. “luke.”

“alright, alright, i’m done.” he smirked, backing off. “for now.” jules blushed, pushing him away from her when the door to her apartment opened.

“jules! luke! we're back!” trevor shouted, setting the pizzas on her counter.

“dude, we’re right here. you don't need to shout.” jules glared at her brother as jack and quinn walked in behind him. “the fuck you lookin’ at?” jules raised an eyebrow to jack who had a weird look on his face.

“is that a hickey?” he asked, pointing to the bruise forming on her neck. she gave him a harsh glare, knowing what he was up to. jack had walked in on luke and jules cuddling the day prior, and he had been trying to get them to tell trevor ever since. “are you blushing?” jules stood up, shoving past jack to grab a slice of pizza.

“i don't know what you’re talking about.” she didn’t meet the eyes of her brothers and friends as she made her way back to her spot on the couch.

“jules, what is he talking about? let me see.” trevor tried to get a look at the hickey, but jules pushed him away, smacking him upside the back of his head. “ow, what the hell?”

“fuck off, trev. it's just a hickey, you act like you haven’t ever given someone a hickey!” she argued, her blush giving away the embarrassment she was feeling. “i’ve had it a few days, clearly you are oblivious.”

“you didn’t have it yesterday.” jack stated, his mouth full of pizza. trevor whipped around to jack, ready to interrogate his best friend. quinn sat beside luke, the two watching it go down. luke was glaring at his brother, giving him the ‘cut it out’ motion as he did.

“how do you know?” trevor looked to jack, a suspicious look on his face. “i swear, jack, if you gave her the hickey–”

“first of all, ew. second of all, jack doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“what do you mean ew? please, you wanna get with me, don’t even deny it.” jules rolled her eyes, going to retort when trevor interrupted them.

“hold up, do you know who gave her the hickey?”

“trev, i’m in college. why are you so surprised that i have a hickey?” jules was doing her best to defer the conversation, but trevor was persistent. “just let it go.”

“i’ll let it go when you tell me.” jules huffed out a laugh at his words. “come on, jules, just tell me!”

“no! jesus, trev, it isn’t that big of a deal.” jules took a bite of her pizza, glancing at luke. he was silent, avoiding eye contact with her and trevor.

“dude, just let her be. i wanna watch a movie and i can’t if you fuckers keep arguing.” quinn intervened, tired of the pointless arguing. jules looked to quinn with a grateful look in her eye, earning a slight nod.

“fine, but we aren’t finished talking about this, jules.” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the remote from her coffee table to turn on a movie.

“yeah, whatever.” jules clicked on a random movie, glancing to luke once more.

“dude, why do you keep looking at luke?” trevor asked, his face dropping when he realized. “oh my god, it was luke wasn’t it?” luke’s face flushed and he began to stutter as he tried to tell him otherwise. “oh my god!”

“trevor, wait before you get mad–” jules started, her face incredibly red.

“of all my friends, you chose luke?”

“hey! why’d you say it like that?” luke asked, an offend look on his face. “you say that like i’m a bad kid or something. be glad it's me and not jack!” jack began to choke on his pizza, glaring at luke as he coughed.

“fuck you, moose. i’m a great guy!” jules burst out laughing at his statement, stopping when she saw the look on trevor’s face.

“trevor, please. just listen before you kill him.”

“kill me?” luke’s voice squeaked, his eyes wide.

“hush, luke.” luke looked to quinn wide eyed, jules moved closer to luke, putting herself between luke and trevor. “listen, trev, he treats right, okay? and he is super sweet, and funny, and hot. and he treats me right, and that’s all that should matter.” jules spoke quickly, her face flushed as she spoke. “i like him, trev, like really, really like him. hell, i love him!” she clamped a hand over her mouth at her confession. her eyes darted to luke, the only sound in the room being the tv as everyone stared at her, eyes wide. “wait–”

“you love me?” jules’ fight or flight kicked and she ran out the door of her apartment. she hadn't even realized she was running until she was outside her complex, the winter air nipping at her skin. she felt her chest tighten, panic coursing through her veins. she hadn’t meant to say that, at least not yet. she sat on the cold pavement attempting to catch her breath. “j?” she whipped her head toward luke, shocked he had followed her out.

“lu–” luke sat beside her, placing a hand on her cheek and drawing her lips to his.

“i love you, jules zegras. so goddamn much.” luke said, after pulling back from her. she gripped the front of his shirt in her fist, a goofy smile on her lips.

“god, you are so hot.”

“oh, i know.” he laughed when she hit him. she kissed him once more, before pulling him up with her.

“we should probably go talk to trevor. he’s probably planning your murder.”

“ehh, i wouldn't be so sure about that.” jules looked at him, confused. he led her back up to her apartment, opening the door. inside, shouting could be heard.

“dude, we’re going to be brothers-in-law!” jack shouted, shaking trevor by his shoulders. “aren’t you excited?”

“yes, i am. i don’t think quinn is though.” jules and luke walked in further, looking to quinn who had a dead stare on his face, looking as though he wanted to die.

“you good, quinny?” jules asked, looking to the oldest hughes.

“how could you do this to me?”

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blueberryarchive · 16 days

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thoughts on 80's slasher!jk...♡ (18+)

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(because i can't stop thinking about him)

There was something so cruel and fun about being part of a sleepover. The sweet aroma of vanilla and nail polish compacted in the room covered in colors. The muffled laughter of 2 in the morning, Steph's mother sleeping on the other side of the wall where the Billy Joel poster is. The yellowish silhouettes move slowly as they write on small pieces of paper, concentration makes them frown, smile flirtatiously at the ceiling.

“Can it be any guy?” Bobby Joe asks, tossing the piece of paper in the corner to grab another one, Steph rolls her eyes knowing full well why she would ask such a question.

If Bobby Joe was talking about any guy there would be no problem but the three girls, including you, knew perfectly well that sweet BJ wanted to put the philosophy professor's name in big italics.

“We're not going to call Mr. Hogg, Bobby Joe. I don’t want to hear him pull his old and saggy out just because I said the word ‘wet.’”

“I thought this was a game.”

“Exactly, it's a game. I don’t want to develop an infatuation with men over forty-five.” Liss attacked folding her game papers into four.

Your fingers fidgeted on the piece of paper on your knee. You couldn't write your boyfriend's name, obviously, it wouldn't be as fun since Jimin knows your friends' voices and it wouldn't be as fun to see one of your friends flirt with Jimin on the phone.

“Come on, Boo. Don't you know another man besides Jimin? Steph laughed. Bobby Joe and Liss put the names inside Elmo's mug.

No, you wanted to answer. But what's so fun about that. Now that you think about it, you should have brought your Monopoly or the old Ouija that your brother hides. It wasn't a good thing to ever leave the games to Steph.

Liss sat her face on your shoulder looking at the yellow paper, empty, desperately empty. You can put the name of someone who isn't in college, she whispered to you, taking pity on your sorry male record. And that's what you did, you chose your neighbor, only two people know how long you and Cooper haven't seen each other: God and your mom. And that was perfect, he wouldn't know your voice if you called him to ask him what his favorite position was.

Dan Cooper, the “o”s looked like long zeros and the ink pooled at the edges, demonstrating your hesitation in looking for another man in your life you wanted to call for a prank. But it was too late, Steph took the paper and crumpled it before you finished the R.

“Who dares to call first?” Liss held the cup, turning the papers over with a spoon.

Bobby Joe sighed looking into the darkness of the room. You noticed her nervousness, perhaps regretful.

“I want to change the last name…”

“Don't be a pussy, BJ.” It gushed from your lips, the Malibu bubbling in your throat with the taste of the Caribbean islands and the triple cheese pizza you had for dinner. None of the three expected to hear your babbling so early and in so few milliliters of rum.

“Well, you start, take a piece of paper.” You heard her mumble something about putting your stepfather's name on the cup, you ignored her as you took the paper that first fell on the carpet.

“Wait, let me turn on the camera.” Liss got up taking the camcorder that her father gave her for her new career in communication. Now the lens focused on the college antics of your group of friends and, occasionally, the artsy pornos that she and her boyfriend tried to sell on college corners.

Of the ten papers, the one you took seemed to be folded with the delicacy of origami. You unfolded until you undid the little cube and found a name that you have rarely heard or even thought about.

“Jungkook Jeon?” You feared you had said the name wrong but the looks between your friends were not looking for a good pronunciation but rather who dared, in fact, who even thought of trying to flirt with such a specimen.

Steph let out a squeal as she almost dropped her drink on her favorite sweater.

“God, Liss surely wrote that.”

"Why me?"

“You've always liked weird men.”

“You like octogenarians, you bitch.”

“Who the fuck is Jungkook?” You were starting to get desperate and the tiny flickering light from the camera was starting to feel like needles in your pores.

Steph takes another drink before proceeding to explain.

“He's a guy in econ class, a complete loser. He doesn't look anyone in the eye and walks around like he wants the earth to swallow him all the time."

“And why do y'all put it in the pile?” If you were going to call someone, it had to at least be worth it.

Bobby Joe and Liss look into each other's eyes and smile knowingly. BJ's bubblegum-pink coated index fingers come together and then spread alongside her smile.

“Several of the guys on the team have seen him in the showers.”

“I don't believe any of the men on the football team, that's what they said about Marc and he had a micro dick.” Steph looked pointedly at the camera. “Plus he doesn't even get up from the stands, I've never seen him play.”

“Jimin started calling him Junghood.” BJ played with her gum, twirling it around on her finger.

Jimin had never mentioned the guy to you.

“Junghood?”

“He likes to play with his bow and arrow in his free hours, like a Robin Hood.” Liss looked for another light, she wanted tried to see every line that formed on your forehead.

“The name is so stupid…no offense.” Steph finished her drink and handed you the heavy book.

You grabbed the phone directory and headed to J. The last name was easy to find and the dial easy to rotate, until your nerves choked you listening to the buzzing on the other end of the line. You wished he didn't answer, but you were also intrigued by the description. How is it that one of the players on the football team, who was supposedly well-hung and caught the attention of your little elite, was so relevant? And why didn't you know about him?

Your friends didn't focus on dragging unfortunate people through the mud, that's a high school girl thing. In college it was a matter of continuing to climb the ladder, maybe marrying a stockbroker from New York or becoming an intern at Vogue just so you could rub it in other people's faces.

And unfortunately for you, it was a Saturday night and of course this Jungkook guy would take the call. ‘I Can’t Quit You, Baby’ reverberated softly in the room, his breathing hitched and heavy. Had you woken him up? Suddenly, you were aware of all your senses, of the sense of the cassette filling up with frames of your stupid face trying to do a function as human and basic as talking, of the two shots running through your system. But oh…

"Hello?" His voice was raspy, sweet, a little nasal and whiny.

BJ squeezed your chin shaking it from side to side, enjoying your cowardice. Your face was toasted with a simple word.

“Jungkook?” You swallowed, your finger curling around the phone's pink cord.

"Who is it?" Complainant moved between the sheets until he was silent. “Fuck, it's two in the morning. Is this another one of the evangelical whores trying to sell me Bibles? I already told you what I would do to y'all if you called me again.”

And the threat sounded like a foreign promise that you wish you had heard alone. You looked at Steph who was drawing a cock next to his name, her eyes closed sensually as she stuck her tongue out.

“I just heard a rumor a couple of days ago and, you know, I haven't been able to sleep thinking about it being true.” Your voice turned to molasses, your eyebrows curled and your shoulders tensed in acted innocence.

“No, I don't sell pot. Is that it, princess?”

“Is it true that you have a big dick?” Steph, Liss and BJ were shocked. You stole the Malibu from one of them, you didn't even have the courage to talk to Jimin like that when you two were alone.

The girls ran as quietly as possible out of the room and down the stairs, opening the other phone to listen to Jungkook. But it was useless, since the person questioned did not respond. The camera already forgotten on the bed, you kneeling on the carpet hugging Liss's pink Care Bear between your legs.

A small laugh, the click of a lighter, a drag.

"What?" You could hear him reposition himself in his pillows. " You would like to know how big the weirdo in your class is, you fucking slut.”

No, ew.

“Yes, I say, if it is true.”

“How much would you like to know, mm?”

This wasn't the answer you were looking for, you thought maybe he would hesitate on your question or just hang up out of embarrassment. Maybe you should have stopped five more minutes and brought Clue or Guess Who? that was in your closet.

You thought about every face in the college hallways, about your boyfriend's friends, and about those you met at the mall or behind the movie theater on Sundays. None matched his voice.

“I told you I haven't been able to sleep for two nights, isn't that enough?”

“Maybe with a proper fuck you would relax, don't you think?”

You swallowed, letting your eyelids droop. Your hand approached the camera and you turned it to the wall so it could record its own reflection in the mirror.

“Can't talk, love? I thought you were the one who was going to play a lil' prank on me and leave me hard as a log on the other end of the line. What happened, do you really want me to crash this dick into your pretty pussy?” His laugh was mocking, he knew what he was saying and how he said it: with his hisses, deep tones; all through the smoke of an improvised cigarette in the late night.

You squeezed the bear between your legs and sighed.

“I've never been so…”

"Dirty? Badly spoken? Pleb?"

“So direct.”

“Isn't it so fucking good, though? Being able to say out loud that you think about my cock at night” The bass solo repeated itself like an angelic tune intertwined with his words.

It was hard to follow the joke when your panties started sticking to your lips with every word that came out of his mouth. Your friends had abandoned you so theycould listen downstairs and in the darkness of the room you could only imagine a headless body stretching your legs up to your shoulders, your pussy trying to make room to choke on the throbbing veins of an unknown dick.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” His question sounded like a command and your hips leaned forward, rubbing against the rough carpet.

"No."

"Ya' sure? Because just with your absence of words you have me squeezing my base. Can you imagine if you could take it all like a champ? I know whores like you, they dare to take on a whole team if they feel like it.”

His sly laugh was the last thing you could hear before hanging up the phone. You rose from the carpet searching for the cassette in Liss's camcorder, your thin fingers trembling as you destroyed the evidence of your pusillanimity and lust.

The three girls walked slowly to the room, all grouped on the bed like judges of the case. Looking for an explanation in your features but there was only one order.

“Nobody talk to Jimin about this, okay?”

The judges looked at each other, nodded in unison. Apparently bedtime approached earlier than expected and you were grateful that the alcohol had knocked out your friends so quickly.

You ran to the bathroom with the memory of his voice still fresh. The humidity still warm between your legs, you held onto the sink while you held back your moans, your forehead pressed against the mirror and your drool falling into the drain with the voracious hunger that only imagination can give.

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 9 months

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REQUEST: So a girl named y/n is Steve’s best friend. But they are very attracted to each other. Steve once dreamed that he and Y/N had sex. So one evening, Steve comes to watch a movie at Y/N, they talk about the dream and then…the smut part. @safinkd

SHOW ME, STEVE

Steve woke up in sweat and out of breath, his mind filling with the imagine of you, and him, naked on his bed doing things that best friends shouldn't do

he sat up, leaning on one arm as he ran his other hand though his hair.

he looked down at his pants and cursed under his breath

"fuck"

he got up and groggily walked to his bedroom to clean himself

he didn't know why his unconscious state would come up with something so... freaky, especially with you.

Steve has had his fair share of wet dreams before, but it's never revolved around you, and it has never been that graphic before, it was almost as if it was a memory

he went back to his bed and looked at the clock that sat on his nightstand

6:39am it read

he shook his head at the time and groaned.

the image of you in his head was something he couldn't shake off, it was imprinted on his mind and it had no intention of leaving anytime soon

of course he's thought about it, there's no way that in the 14 years of knowing you, he was bound to think about it sooner or later

Steve heard the phone ring from downstairs and since his parents weren't home, he had to get it

he took his time going down the stairs and into the livingroom

he walked to the phone that hung on the wall and picked it up

"hi, harringto-" he stared grumpily, sick of saying the same thing over and over again when he picks up the phone

"steve!" he heard your voice

"who is this?" he joked, knowing you hate it when he does it

"oh shut up, Steve" he could practically hear the eyeroll "just checking in to see if we're still on for tonight"

Steve's mouth went dry, he had totally forgot about his plans with you to go to your house that night

how could he face you with the image of you both in his bed running in his mind, still not leaving

"Steve? you there?" you questioned

"yeah, yeah, I'm still coming over tonight" he spoke up after clearing his throat

"ok, good- and please, for the love of god pick a good movie, Steve. I'm sorry, but I don't know if I can handle watching vision quest again" you sighed

it was an understatement to say Steve liked the movie vision quest, he took you to see it in the theatre when it came out not too long ago and every time he would come over to watch a movie at yours he would rent out that movie that you've gotten sick of it

"so I rent out vision quest?" he asked, wanting to annoy you

"Steve i swear to god if you bring Vision quest again I'm not letting you into my house" you huffed

"you will"

"no I won't"

"you will but whatever, I gotta go now, I need to get ready for work" Steve argued

"alright, bye, have a terrible day" you yawned

"bye"

Steve knocked on your door, a copy of back to the future in the bag full of your favourite candies

you opened the door slightly, peeking your head out, glaring at him warily

"what movie did you rent?" you asked dully, not letting him in until you had an answer

"vision quest" Steve lied with a smirk on his face

you continued glaring at him "seriously?"

"no, back to the future" he replied, taking it out of the bag and showing it to you

"ok, I don't have a problem with that" you smiled, opening the door and letting him in

he looked at what you were wearing and almost flinched when he saw almost the exact outfit you were wearing in his dream

"c'mon, I'm hungry" you groaned, grabbing his arm before pulling him in, shutting the door behind him

you ran to your room as he chased you up.

you went to the phone on your table and looked at the list of numbers named with restaurants next to the digits

"pizza, chinese, what do you want?" you asked as he sat down on your bed

"pizza sounds good" Steve shrugged

you ordered the pizza and flopped onto the bed next to him, not noticing the way he tensed up

"how was your day?" you asked casually, sitting up and getting comfy in your bed next to him

"it was fine, work was boring" Steve took a deep breath, rubbing his hands on his jeans

it was boring, he barely got anything done and was distracted by you, even if you were there, you stayed in his mind the whole day, never leaving

"no hot girls in groups coming in to flirt with you?" you questioned, tilting your head

there was a few girls that tried to get his number by he paid them no attention, ignoring them completely, letting Robin take care of them, they seemed more her type anyway, even if she didn't care either

"I'll get the movie going" he said, getting the movie and putting it into the tv, getting the remote and putting it on while you waited for the pizza

around 10 minutes into the film you heard a faint buzz from the front door.

you ran down stairs with money your parents gave you and paid for it

you got back to your room and put the pizza on the bed

"dig in, Harrington" you grinned before crawling into your bed again, getting close to Steve as he took the first slice, the movie still playing as he didn't unpause it.

Steve looked over at you at some point in the movie and stared as you watched the movie, eating your favourite snacks he brought

"Y/n?" he spoke up making you raise your eyebrows, your eyes still on the film

"yeah?" you whispered

"do you ever have weird dreams?" he asked curiously

"depends on what you classify as weird" you took another slice of pizza

"about me" he hesitated

you looked at him with a tilted head, not quite following what he was saying

"Steve, what do you mean?" you smiled, confused by his words

"have you ever had a-" he paused, closing his eyes tightly "a sex dream?"

you sat next to him, stunned and frozen

"uhm- well uh- not that I remember, why? have you?" you answered

"what if I did?" Steve took a deep breath

Steve was never nervous around girls, especially you. but he didn't know what to think, he's never reacted to a wet dream like this before, but then again, it's never been about you, it made him confused and awkward around you.

you shrugged "I guess it's a normal thing to happen"

"yeah" Steve nodded vigorously, watching as you smiled tightly, going back to watching the movie

Steve shifted as your thigh brushed against his

"what if- what if it was about you?" he blurted out

your head whipped in his direction with wide eyes

"did you have a sex dream about me, Steve?" you wondered nervously

"yes"

it stayed silent for a bit, you just staring at him while he fiddled with his fingers under the blanket

you let out a light laugh as you found the situation funny

"what did we do?" you asked

Steve grew confused at your reaction but then all of the nervousness washed away did you like the idea of it?

"wouldn't you want to know?" he chuckled lowly

you sat up straight and turned to him

"I would actually, or would you prefer to show me?" Steve noticed you biting your lip slightly, you did like the idea of it

"really?" he moved back slightly, getting a good look at you

you slowly nodded your head, leaning towards him

"show me what we did, Steve" you mumbled, getting closer and closer

he leaned in and waited to make sure it was ok

you nodded again and he kissed your lips gently. he felt you kiss back and he smiled against your lips

he laid you down and put you in the middle of the bed, the kiss deepening as he held your cheek

he took his other hand and held your waist, his hand going up your shirt just a little and rubbed your skin with his thumb

he moved down to kiss your jaw and made his way down to your neck, letting it bruise as he sucked on the delicate skin of your sweet spot

he heard your breath hitch as you closed your eyes

soon enough, he had your shirt off as was staring at your chest, admiring the way they looked through your light baby pink laced bra

"where'd you get this?" he questioned, playing with the strap, pulling on it and letting it go, hearing the clap noise it made when it hit your soft skin

"Victoria's Secret" you sighed in content, looking up at him with soft eyes

"I don't think there's gonna be any secrets to tell after I take this off" Steve smirked

"well by this rate you're getting nothing, you're taking your sweet ass time" you teased

"is there something wrong with admiring the view? I'm just taking you all in"

"I thought I'm the one supposed to do that with you?" you smirked playfully, laughing at the face he made when he realised what you meant

he reached behind your back and unclipped it, letting it pop off.

he slid it up your arms and took a deep breath when he looked at your exposed chest

he took both of his thumbs, running them over both of the nipple

he leaned down and took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud while holding the other, giving your tit squeezes and pinches

you stopped him and took his shirt off, throwing it on the floor, not caring where it ended up

he smiled at you before kissing you down your stomach getting to the top of your jeans

he looked up at you from your torso and silently asked for approval

you bit your lip and nodded your head, watching as he unbuttoned your jeans, unzipped them and slid them off, chucking them off from the rest of your clothes

Steve felt himself become hard at the sight of your panties that matched the bra that was abandoned only a few moments ago

he gripped onto your leg and lifted it up before kissing on the inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your clothes heat with each kiss

you stopped him again and told him to get off his pants, he leaned up and rushed to get them off, he pulled them down and shook them off before going back to you

"hurry up" you whined "show me, Steve. show me what we did, Please"

that was all Steve needed to hear before he slipped your panties down, slowly, making you whine more

he felt his mouth water as the sigh of your fully bare body in front of him, desperate for his touch

he lifted his hand up and reached to touch it, looking at you to make sure you were ok

his index finger ran along your folds, that had grown wet at some point in the process of getting your clothes off

"steve" you sighed lightly

he sat up and took his boxers off, letting them go wherever

he leaned down and leveled with you, giving you a kiss, letting his head fall to your shoulder before he pushed himself in

you let out a painful moan- painful because of how long it took, how desperate you were

"you ok?" he asked

"perfect"

he started moving in and out, watching the way your eyebrows would furrow and how your mouth would open, the noises you made sounding exactly how they did in his dream

his pace quickened and he held your hand that started to harshly dig into his back

"oh, Steve. fucking hell" you moaned, arching your back as he hit all the right places

he felt you tug at his hair and pulled it back, making him look up at the ceiling

he wasn't a very vocal guy when it came to sex, but he couldn't help but groan and grunt at the feeling of him inside you

he never thought he would be in your room, both naked and pleasing each other, it was something that he would often find himself thinking about, but he never thought it would ever actually happen

"steve" he heard you moan quietly before you let out a squeal of surprise when he reached down at began to rub your clit

"yeah?" he replied, out of breath as he thrusted deep inside you, feeling every part of you

"I-" you paused, the feeling becoming too much "I'm gonna- I'm gonna"

"you can do it" Steve encouraged, feeling himself grow to the point of an orgasm as well

a few more deep thrust, it began to get sloppy and you let out a load, long moan as you squirmed in your spot, only staying still from his hand that held your hip

he held it in as he let you finish before pulling out, letting himself finish on his hand

"is that all we did?" you asked, trying to calm yourself and catch your breath

"that wasn't even the beginning"

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if you couldn't tell by the shit writing, I don't really enjoy writing smut because I'm shit in that area of writing

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imagining kon coming over to the manor one day to hang with tim and it's jason who answers the door. jason, who looks him over silently for a few moments before proceeding to ask, deadly serious “so, what are your intentions with my brother?”

and kon just stands there, perplexed and so very confused as jason then continues to give him the full shovel talk. it's goes a little something like this towards the end

Jason, after five minutes of just straight up threatening him: You might be 50% Supes but you're still partially human, you have human weaknesses, so killing you won't be much of a challenge.

Kon, absolutely fucking terrified, he hasn't blinked for the entire time: ...

Jason: Anyway, treat him good or else you're dead - also don't touch the pizza in the kitchen, that's mine. Have fun.

kon and tim hang out in his room and watch some movies together, tim notices that he's been weirdly quiet and asks him what's wrong. kon just smiles and assures him he's fine even though he's literally just had the fear of god drilled into him, after he leaves tim meets the other batfam members in the dining room and mentions kon's off behaviour to which jason immediately grins at

Jason: Oh, I just talked to him a little.

Tim: What did you say to him? He looked like he was gonna pass out.

Jason: I just told him to treat you right, that's all. I might've threatened him just a bit but he got the message.

Tim: ...treat me right?

Tim: *realizes*

Tim: WHAT- WE'RE NOT EVEN DATING?!

Jason, casually drinking from his mug: Oh, well. He knows then, just in case.

Tim: WHY.

anyway a few months later tim and kon are actually dating now and he comes by again, locks eyes with jason who just grins and does a little slicing motion on his neck and the look on kon's face is priceless, jason cackles silently like a madman and dick is so very concerned at this point but he's too tired to ask.

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angstysebfan · 3 months

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My Roommates Boyfriend - Fin

Pairings: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: And they all lived.... Chapter Warnings: Fluff and maybe cursing cause ya know... lol, also several flashbacks

Flashbacks in italics

Series Masterlist

2 years later

You’re pacing around the room trying to get your emotions in check. Today was the day your life will change forever. Nat walked in, wearing her navy blue tea length dress.

“Y/N, you've gotta calm down and get dressed already!” she scolded.

You take a deep breath and look at the floor length mirror. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection and you were standing in your white silk robe.

“What if we're not meant to be? What if this is all a huge mistake?” you say, panic evident in your voice.

It was the day after you and Bucky finally talked it out. He planned on taking you out on a proper date this time. He told you he would pick you up at 7, and at exactly 7, you heard the buzzer.

You were running around like a chicken with your head cut off because you'd gotten out of work late, which never happens. You buzz him in and quickly run into your room to slip your dress on.

You heard the knock on the door and started to panic because your hair was a disaster and you didn’t have time to reapply your makeup. You run to the door, looking slightly disheveled. You open it to see Bucky looking as handsome as ever.

Bucky furrowed his brows seeing the panic on your face.

“You okay, baby?” he asks.

You shake your head as tears start to form. “I-I got out of work late, and so I haven’t had time to fix my hair or my makeup and you planned this whole night and now I’m ruining it!” you said, choking on a sob.

Bucky quickly embraced you and kissed the top of your head. “Y/N, I don’t care where our first date is. I just want to be with you. If we miss our dinner reservation, we can go to the diner or get pizza. It's ok. Please don't cry. And by the way... you already look amazing.”

You look at him for a moment before you pull him close and kiss him deeply. Bucky was taken aback at first, but then wrapped his arms around you. When you pulled back you looked at him with determination.

“Give me 10 minutes, and I’ll be ready,” you said softly before going into your room.

You knew at that point that Bucky was the one for you. Always and forever.

Nat took both your hands and made you look at her. “Do you love him?” she asks. You nod. “Do you want to be with him for the rest of your life?” she asks, and again you nod. “Then shut up with the stupid questions and get your ass dressed! You need to be walking down that aisle to your man in 10 minutes!” Nat said with authority. She pushed you toward your dress and smacked your ass.

Once you were in your white strapless floor length gown, that showed all your curves perfectly, you felt slightly more confident. Your mom and dad walked in and gushed over how beautiful you looked. Your mom gave you a hug and left the room with Natasha to get ready to start the ceremony. Your dad offered his arm and led you out of the room.

Bucky was waiting at the end of the aisle with Sam and his other best friend Steve. When you entered the room with your dad, he couldn’t help but watch you walk toward him in awe. He can’t believe you were finally going to be his forever.

You'd been dating for a year, and it honestly was the best year of your life. Bucky had moved into your apartment, especially after you gave him a key again, after a month of dating. You both were the happiest you had ever been.

You were planning your next visit out to Nat in Seattle in the next month or so. You both cuddled together on the couch looking at the computer to purchase plane tickets. Bucky has his arm wrapped around you, and every few minutes kisses you temple, cheek and grabbing your chin he kissed your lips.

What started out as innocent, turned into a full blown make out session and then passionate love making. Your plane tickets forgotten. As you both lay on the couch, calming down from your exertion, Bucky turns your face to him.

“Marry me?” he asks softly, as he brushes the hair stuck to your face from sweat.

You smile and tears come your your eyes. “Oh my god! Bucky, yes of course I'll marry you!” you shout as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Bucky smiles and kisses you softly. “I was going to wait until Seattle, but I just couldn’t wait anymore. I love you, Y/N. You're everything to me. We were truly meant to be from the moment we saw each other, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You can’t help crying tears of happiness. “I love you too, Bucky, so fucking much. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together!” You say as you bring him in for another kiss.

Bucky and you were more then lovers, you were best friends. You told each other everything and anything. You barely fought anymore, though there was the occasional disagreement. You both swore to never go to bed angry, and that also pushed you to settle your quarrels quickly. Plus you couldn’t stand to be away from each other.

Nat was your cheerleader all the way through your relationship, which is why she is proudly standing by you as your maid of honor. She met her current boyfriend Bruce at work, and the two have been together for a year. She's never been so happy.

You and Bucky make frequent trips to Seattle to see Nat, and she visits New York with Bruce often. You’re so glad that the distance didn’t change your friendship. You know none of this would have been possible without her.

“Oh my god!!” Nat screamed as she saw your ring! She ran up and gave you the biggest hug, squeezing you so tight. “I can’t believe you guys are getting married!” She said as she hugged Bucky.

“Nat, none of this would have happened if you hadn’t pushed us to stop being stupid. So… will you be my maid of honor?” you ask. Nat jumped up and down screaming YES!

You look at Bucky as you get closer to him, and you can’t help your wide cheesy smile. God you loved this man and you can’t imagine what life would be like without him. You don’t even remember what life was like without him. As you finally make it to Bucky, your father shook his hand and gave you away.

After your vows were said, you finally heard the words you were waiting for, “You may kiss the bride”. Bucky pulled you to him and crashed his lips into yours. To say you were the happiest people in the world would be an understatement.

After a fun reception, you said goodbye to your family and friends and went up to the honeymoon suite of the hotel. You both had to be up early to catch your flight to Bora Bora, but you spent the entire night entwined in each other. Bucky showed you how much he loved you over and over.

Six months later you get another surprise. You’re pregnant! Bucky was beyond happy, and you both decided that it was time to start looking for a house and leave the city. You found the perfect home in the suburbs that was still close enough to the city for work and your friends.

“Bucky? Are you home?” you shout from the bathroom in your apartment.

“Yeah baby, I'm in the kitchen. You okay?” Bucky called as he walks toward the bathroom.

You take a deep breath and hand him the stick. He looks confused at first, but then, slowly, a huge smile appears on his face. “You’re pregnant?” he asks in disbelief. You nod.

Bucky shouts with joy as he sweeps you off your feet and spins you around. You both are laughing as he stops and just holds you.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a daddy.” He says.

You smile. “I know! And I’m going to be a mommy!”

Bucky kisses you softly. “Well, I think we need to move out of the city. I want my kids to have a big backyard with a pool and swing set.” Bucky says as he walks over to grab his laptop.

Shortly after the move you gave birth to your son, Matthew James Barnes. He was the spitting image of his father, and you hoped he would turn out just like him. After an easy birth, you and Bucky sit on your bed holding your son. Bucky continues to kiss you head and thanking you for his son.

You look up at Bucky with tears in your eyes. You think back to that terrible first year of knowing each other, and then the terrible drive to Seattle. You can’t help but laugh to yourself that all of that craziness led you to the best thing in your life. Your loving husband and son. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

Chapter 9

And thats that... Thank you for reading!

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dairy-farmer · 5 days

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You know that annoying "redeemed by a Good Woman/redeemed by puss" troupe?

I just remembered Match :Dc

Kon's evil Clone twin. The one where they actually SUCCEEDED and he's totally down to kill Superman and is also super unstable physically etc.

But consider!

Secret Relationship! Bats are paranoid after all. Can't let our enemies or Dads know we're dating! Or fuuuuuckin.

So when the switch happens? And "Superboy" gets a nasty blow to the head that gives him spotty memory? Of COURSE his... "Best Friend"(tm) wink wink nudge nudge, is gonna take care of him. The whole team obviously knows. But no one else does.

So Match has no idea what's happening.

Has he been Made? THAT FAST? Shit, Bats really ARE something else. Better kill hi-... why is he hugging me? This... IS a hug, right? He's never had one before. It's not awful.

And so Match keeps pretending to be Kon. Slowly gets "better". Forgot a lot about Robin and their Relationship, of course, so they have to start basicly over. But isn't Rob the BEST? So patient! Hand holding. Cuddles. Tender kisses.

Hand jobs.

It blows Match's MIND. This? This is fantastic. No one tells him what to do, treats him like an animal, calls him an "it", and?? He gets all these soft touches and kisses? Robin's even talking about maybe having sex "again"!

Fuck. He is TOTALLY stealing the other clone's Life. RIP to that guy. His now.

Except? No The Fuck You Don't, Bitch(tm). Kon is actively waging a one man war against his captors. Fuck these guys. Luthor in particular. He has a boyfriend to get back too and a Usurper to curbstomp. Or fuck. Depends on how hot he is and if he's a dick. Kon DOES have a well known incest kink.

Might keep him.

But back with Match? B-be gentle with him Robin~ *bats eyelashs* *shoulder smack* they're doing the whole shebang. Cabin by a lake. Pizza and dancing. Sparkling grape juice since booze won't effect "kon" anyway.

Just? Everything Tim can think off to make it fun and memorable. He even remembered lube this time, because NOW he knows Kon is too big to take without a little help. It's like a do-over, almost.

It's ALSO the moment Match's loyalties completely fuckin switch. Ride or Die with THIS guy, specifically. [Robin has given Match: The Sex. Match will now willingly die for Robin.]

It's a literally life-changing First Time for Match and a Really Good for Tim. Laughing and tired from dancing, hands roaming each other's bodies, lazily finding what feels good. Tim sighing in pleasure, a pretty little roll of his body arching his back, as he let's his legs fall wide. Smiles at Match.

His hands still loosing hugging Match close, his kissable lips, soft in a lazy grin. The body under Match relaxed and full of trust. Touching him back. Just to feel his skin, too make him feel good too. Looking at him like he's wonderful. Like he's worth loving.

IS Loved.

Match wants to worship this. Steal it away. To hell with the world and "saving" it. He uses a brain meant for grand battle strategies, to memories every twitch and squeeze around his rocking fingers. What makes Rob feel good. What makes him feel BETTER.

Kisses his way down.

Gentle. Careful, so careful. He has so much strength.

He wishes he could suck, but doesn't trust himself. Luckily his tounge draws delight anyway. He let Rob roll them. Feels cradled, between those thighs, as Rob desperately rides his face.

Takes so much control for Rob to stop. He's shaking with it. He wants to continue so BAD. But wants Match's cock more. So Match gets passed the lube. Blindly fumbles to get ready.

He hears something, flying. Probably a plane. Not important. Robin's important. Lifts him so EASY. Feels him shudder, turned on by how easy Match moves him. They line up, and Match slides in like he's always been there. He has to let go or his grip will get too tight. Amazing. Wet, hot, soft... w-words... he can't...

And THAT'S when he gets a sharp stab to the arm with an injecter and a Smiling But PISSED, grabbed-by-the-throat-hard-enough-to-break-the-bed-frame Slam from ACTUAL Kon. Who has escaped.

And found Match in bed with his boyfriend.

The injector has the stabilizing agent they were withholding. The choke hold however? That's for him. Sup, buuuuuddy. Enjoying my boyfriend? Yeah, he DOES feel good. I would know!

Give me a reason not to kill you where you lay :)

Tim is confused as hell. Still horny. But very alarmed. Two Kons? One is clearly NOT Kon. Please tell him it's not the one he's in bed with. He does NOT want to be a cheater! Kon he would NEVER cheat! (Kon knows.)

Match... offers to switch sides? He would kill for Tim. Die for him. Is in love. Wants to be a person. Is mildly to moderately insane but can TOTALLY promise to keep a lid on his Crazy.

.....also this is kinda hot. Wanna make out? Do you think Tim would enjoy that?

Kon? Is basicly? Yyyyyep. That's a 'Me but fucked up' alright! Unfortunate. Hot though. Let's keep him. He's like one of those really, really ugly dogs you kinda can't help but falling in love with.

Tim? Still impaled on SOMEBODY'S dick and just wants to know what's going the fuck on. Face in his hands. Why is he dating this asshole? Why!? *gets smoochs* oh, right. Tim loves him.

Damn it.

Fine! Fuck it! Both of you, I GUESS, get over here. Time to live out some of those fantasies Tim's had but couldn't do with only one boyfriend. Kon! Naked! You! Name? Match. Okay, Match? Move your hips! *vigorous sex noises!!!*

And so they threesome it out! Until Tim can no longer keep up. Then Match n Kon pull on pants and blow up some bases, get pizzas, and come back for "round two". It's a great week!

Tim ends up on bedrest. Looks vaguely mauled. But with a delightfully dewy well-fucked shine~ to complexion.

-🐼🐼🐼

sex with tim getting ppl to stop being evil😍😍😍!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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mi-dori · 4 months

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❦𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕❦

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Prompt: In which reader gets in trouble just to see the pretty student council president.

Warnings: jealous reader!

High School Au

Belobog high has a reputation for being one of the most prestigious institutions in the world; aside from that, its also known as the school hosts students that causes alot of trouble which wasn't a lie.

Sitting in the Student Council room, Bronya looked through the tons of report that the students wrote about a particular someone who she didn't expect that from. "Everything alright, Bronya?" Himeko, the assisting teacher of the student council, noticed the subtle frown upon her face.

"Miss Himeko, what are your thoughts on Y/n?"

Himeko looker puzzled but nonetheless answered. "I think y/n is a great student. She always gets her work done on time, never disrespects a teacher and she's very kind."

"... I see."

Bronya held her head in her hands and sighed. Suddenly, a commotion was heard in the hall and both Bronya and Himeko rushed towards it. Many students flocked around an area where the sound of grunts and groans came from. As they pushed through, they saw you on top of Stelle, punching and kicking as she groaned. "Y/n! Stop this!"Bronya shouted and made an attempt to pull you off which was successful.

Himeko quickly rushed Stelle to the nurse while stared at you with the meanest glare ever. "Come with me," she said through gritted teeth. She grabbed your shirt collar and dragged you away; the other students looking at you with a grin that said, 'go get some!' While you smirked back knowing full well you ain't getting anything.

Upon arriving at the Student council's office, you were greeted by Seele waiting in the office. "Seele, could you give us a minute?" Seele nodded and left. That was the source of your problem.

Lately, Bronya has been hanging out with Seele and you know full well of the crush Seele has on her. You've hardly talked to Bronya and you felt like the only way for her to notice you was getting in trouble, which you never did. So your good friend Stelle helped you with your plan which had led to the prior event. "Why did you beat Stelle up? What were you thinking?!" Bronya started shouting. "This isn't like you to get in trouble."

When she saw how you turned away and didn't want to look her in the eyes, she then knew that something was wrong. "Y/n, talk to me. What's going on?" She knelt down infront of you and turned your head to look at her.

"... I'm sorry..."

"Go on. This isn't like you so I'm sure there's some reason behind this, right?"

"Yeah. Stelle and I didn't actually fight. We're good friends... it's just...," you sighed. You didn't know how to explain it as it was eating you on the inside. "I see you've been hanging out with Seele lately and we haven't been talking... I know Seele likes you and it kinda got to my head. So the only way you'd notice me was if I got into trouble."

Bronya was left astonished by your explanation. "So all of that was to just get my attention?" You embarrassingly nodded. Bronya couldn't help but start to giggle. She never imagined the lengths you would go to just to get her attention. "Oh my. I'm truly sorry I've been neglecting you y/n, it's just that I've been busy and Seele needed tutoring so the teachers recommended," she held you hand in hers, "I do know of the crush she has but that doesn't mean I'll leave you for her okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise. Now... I think you might be suspended for getting into a fight." Fear took over your face. You didn't think through the suspension part and it was written clearly on your face. "But... since this is your first time...I'll pull some strings and let you off," she winked before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Just promise me you won't do it again?"

"I promise."

"Good, tonight I'm coming over and we'll have pizza and movie night." Your eyes lit up like a little kid seeing candy.

Despite making Stelle bleed, you still had what you wanted at the cost of Stelle's blood.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 11 months

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Dustin Henderson was a curious little shit. When he found an odd looking book full of spells at a flea market, he had to have it, mostly because he didn't think it was real. When he showed his friends, they thought it was cool and begged Dustin to do a spell. They did not think it would turn him into a baby. Now, here they were with Dustin, standing on Steve’s doorstep and banging on his door.

"Jesus! I'm coming!" Steve exclaimed and opened the door. "Huh, you guys actually knocked this time. Hey, who's baby is that, and why is he wearing Dustin's hat?"

"They have a baby?" Eddie asked, peering over his shoulder. "Uh, Steve. . .I think that actually is Dustin."

"Shit, you're right," Steve said and let them in. "What the hell happened?"

They all started talking at once. Robin bounced into the room and stopped.

"You are not the pizza," Robin said. "Aw, cute baby. Wait, did you guys steal someone's baby?"

"Hey, assholes! I can't understand anything that you're saying! How about one person does the talking?" Steve asked.

"Okay, well, Dustin had found this book the other day when Wayne and Claudia took him that flea market. Turns out it was a book of spells, and he kind of performed one," Max said sheepishly.

"Do you guys have the book with you?" Robin asked, and Max handed off the book to Robin, which she began looking through it almost immediately. "Okay, this is in latin. I should be able to translate it."

"In the meantime, what are we supposed to do with him?" Max asked as she watched Dustin wiggle in El's arms.

Robin grinned and put the book down. She grabbed Dustin out of El's arms. She held him out to Steve and Eddie.

"Dustin, this is your mama," she said, pointing Dustin at Steve and then at Eddie. "And this is your dada."

"Seriously?" Steve asked while Eddie cooed at Dustin.

"What? Once he turns back, it's not like he's going to remember," Robin said.

"Mama," Dustin said as he made grabby hands at Eddie.

"Okay, he's a dumb baby," Robin said.

Eddie took him into his arms and began bouncing him on his hip.

"It's the long hair. It confuses everyone," Eddie said as he made faces at him, causing Dustin to giggle.

"You're a guy, Eddie," Mike frowned.

"And you're telling me that a guy can't be a mother, Wheeler?" Eddie asked. "First of all, rude. Second of all, at one point in time, the word "mother" didn't even exist so. . .why can't a guy be called a mother? . . . Yeah, that's what I thought."

"So, how long do you think the translation will take?" Steve asked as he booped Dustin on the nose.

"Well, considering I don't know Latin, hopefully before Wayne and Claudia come home," Robin said.

Wayne and Claudia had gone out of town on a couple's retreat. They had left Eddie and Steve to look after Dustin. This did not look good.

"We're going to need some supplies," Eddie said. "Dustin just pissed on me."

A few days later. . .

"Goddamnit! Where did the little shit go?" Eddie asked. "The one time he's quiet!"

"I did tell you to close the door when giving him a bath! He's about one. If he can walk, he can run!" Steve yelled from the other room.

Eddie rolled his eyes. That's when Eddie heard the tiny giggle and followed it into the kitchen. Eddie put his hands on his hips.

"What do we have here? Do we have a little artist on our hands?" Eddie asked.

Dustin was sitting in the middle of the kitchen, naked and covered in flour.

"Mama! Ook!" Dustin yelled, putting his hands in the air.

(A/N: It's a right of passage for kids to discover the magic of flour, right?)

"Yeah, I can see that," Eddie said. "Daddy's going to be so mad."

While having baby Dustin around did have some challenges, there were a lot more perks, like when Steve walked into the living room to find Dustin asleep on Eddie's chest. Eddie was struggling not to cry as Steve sat down next to him.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked.

"His little tiny baby hand is laying right over my heart, Steve," Eddie said. "It's so tiny, just a little thing, with tiny fingernails. . ."

The last part of his sentence became unintelligible. It was endearing to Steve, and even though he wanted Dustin back to normal, he wanted to freeze this moment forever. Seeing Eddie like this, it made him realize how much he wanted this with him. Steve leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of Dustin's curls. He grasped Eddie's chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. When he pulled back, Eddie's eyes were wide.

"You know, everyone looks hot holding a baby," Eddie said.

"Well, with or without a baby, I think you're really hot. You being all parental is just an added bonus," Steve said.

Eddie leaned forward and captured Steve’s lips with his. The next day, Eddie and Steve were watching Scooby-Doo with Dustin on the floor of the living room. Dustin was sitting in between Steve’s legs while leaning against his chest as he ate cheerios from a plastic bowl. Eddie was using Steve’s leg as a pillow. Every so often, Dustin would drop a cheerio into his mouth or reach up to put one in Steve’s. Eddie had a good view of Dustin's feet. He was missing a sock.

"Dustin, buddy, where'd your sock go?" Eddie asked.

Dustin giggled, curled his fingers into Eddie's hair, and yanked. Eddie yelped.

"I don't think you're allowed to ask," Steve said.

That's when Robin strolled through the doorway. Dustin shrieked and clapped his baby hands.

"Wobin!"

"Well, I've translated the spell," Robin said as she ruffled Dustin's hair. "There is no reversal. . ."

"So, wait, he's stuck like this?" Eddie asked as he sat up.

"If you would let me finish," Robin glared. "There is no reversal spell because it eventually wears off."

"Well, Wayne and Claudia are due back by the end of the week. Hopefully, it wears off by then," Steve said as he hugged Dustin.

"You're totally going to miss baby Dustin, aren't you?" Robin asked as she watched her best friend pout.

"No," Steve said with a sniffle.

Eddie laid back down, this time facing Steve and Dustin. Dustin squealed and placed a very slobby kiss on Eddie's face.

"No, I'm not going to miss baby Dustin at all."

It was the middle of the night, and Steve was fast asleep in Eddie's arms when Dustin's cries woke him up. Steve rolled out of bed, Eddie still snoring loudly, and walked over to Dustin's temporary crib. He was clutching the stuffed dragon Eddie had bought him, crocodile tears in his eyes.

"Hey, little man, did you have a bad dream?" Steve asked. "You want to sleep with me and Mama?"

Dustin raised his arms, and Steve picked him up. Still clutching the dragon, Dustin was snuggled into Steve’s chest as he was positioned in between the both of them. Eddie rolled over, throwing an arm around the both of them.

"Bad dream?"

"Yeah."

It was noontime the next day that Dustin had changed back. The party was over, celebrating the fact while Eddie and Steve watched from the doorway.

"I'm already experiencing that empty nest thingy," Eddie said. "Let's make another one."

"You're ridiculous," Steve said fondly.

"You know that dream with the six nuggets you had? I think I want that with you," Eddie said.

"Yeah?" Steve asked and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Yeah," Eddie said. "And as cute as it was that Dustin called me mama, I think I want both of us to be daddies."

"Me too."

When Wayne and Claudia returned, they sat down to family dinner. Neither one of them knew what happened, and Eddie had planned on keeping it that way. Eddie passed Dustin the mashed potatoes.

"Thanks, Mama," Dustin said.

Eddie and Steve froze.

"Edward, Steven, would someone care to explain to me why my son is calling his cousin Mama?" Claudia asked.

"So, funny story, auntie. . ."

"Because I thought it was Steve who was his other mother."

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 7 months

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“I just wanted it to be perfect.”

"What do you want to do for dinner tonight, babe?" Jack found you in the kitchen, hovering over a bunch of papers you had laid out over the island.

You were going over the final plans for Brooklyn's 4th birthday. You were pulling out all the stops for your baby girl, in hopes that it would make up for having to give all of your attention to the new baby in the house.

"There are some leftovers in there. We need to clean out the fridge before the caterers come anyway." Jack pulled out a box of pizza, taking a bite out of a cold slice.

"About the party", he asked with his mouth full, "my mom was wondering what time she should be here tomorrow." You chuckled, marking something off of your list. "She shouldn't be here tomorrow. The party is on Sunday."

"I thought the party was on the 16th?" Jack furrowed his brow at you, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"It is. Sunday, May 16th." Jack's face dropped, but you didn't notice, too focused on your plans.

"Babe, no. Tomorrow is the 16th, Saturday, May 16th."

You frantically pulled out your phone from your back pocket, checking your calendar. You immediately burst into tears when you realized that you'd had the date wrong this entire time.

"Oh my god, Jack! I've been telling everyone to be here on Sunday", you choked out between sobs, burying your face in the crook of your arm as you laid your head on the counter. Jack walked over to you, rubbing your back before he pulled you into his arms for a tight hug.

"Babe, its okay. You just made a mistake."

"No, its not okay! Brooklyn is going to hate me now." You were inconsolable, just imagining how heartbroken Brooklyn was going to be when you broke the news to her. She was so excited about the party, telling everyone who would listen that her mama was planning a party just for her.

"Hey, its okay." Jack tried soothing you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you leaned against him. "Brooklyn can never hate you, she loves you."

He just let you cry, getting out all of your frustrations, holding and cooing over you the entire time. When the tears finally stopped, he lifted your face to look at him, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. He took in your tired face, seeing just how much bringing a new baby into this world and planning this party was wearing on you.

"Baby, you're putting too much pressure on yourself. She's only four, she'd be happy with a bounce house in the back yard and a couple of hamburgers on the grill."

"I just wanted it to be perfect. I don't want her to think I'm forgetting about her, or love her any less just because she has a new sister."

"It will be perfect, because we're all going to be together, not because we spent a bunch of money on it, okay? "

"Okay, thank you for talking me off the ledge." You let out a shaky breath, leaning against Jack's chest as he drew calming circles on your arms.

"Always."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jack harlow x reader #jackman harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic

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welcome-to-roomba-fazbender · 26 days

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HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSERY TO

CHARLIE THE CURSED PHONE GUY

MAY HE STAY WITH US FOR ANOTHER FIVE AND BEYOND!

and now a special message from the man himself.

"Well, Well, Well... look how far we've come huh? Genuinely, honest... And Truly."

"Five years ago I was made and cursed the world of tumblr with my presence, time sure does fly! I've lost a few friends, but gained plenty more in return!"

"I wouldn't even be here today without them, now granted I'm not gonna name EVERYONE! But I am gonna name a select few and tell you how they've impacted me... AHEM..."

"First and foremost the man the myth and the legend the one who is the reason behind everything, the man where if he didn't exist I wouldn't exist!"

"Henr- ... we all know I don't mean him we're talking about real people."

"If your name isn't listed, it isn't because the mod dosen't care but it's because he's a dumbass and these are the ones that came up at the top of his head when writing this post, totally not a forth wall break."

@directdogman

"The Creator of the DSAF/Dayshift At Freddy's Series Direct Doggo himself, sure okay I was a late edition to the fandom.

but it is fully thanks to DSAF 3 and him that I even exist, what can I say about doggo other then what has been said before one thousand times? He is a man of many skills and many talents."

"He is creative, smart and genuinely an inspiration to everyone in the community of both DSAF and Dialtown... no matter how much time has passed, I will personally continue to respect the man I owe everything to him. So thank you doggo genuinely for your support and your amazing games."

@cook-ie-chip

"One of my oldest friends in the community, I've known you since almost the start! we have alot of memories together, some laughs, some cries! you also created my blue prints

(though in lore they were written by henry and will) let's look past that! You remind me of how things used to be a long time ago, and I'm glad to still know you even now."

"and with any hope I'll curse you for many years more."

@lazy-charlie / @chuck-the-fanboy

"I remember how we met, you found me and we both realized we had the same name, and so I decided to charge you extra for like a pizza party lmao."

"But ever since that day we have only grown closer and closer... to the point your apart of the roomba fazbender family [no you will get no discounts] ..."

"You've done so much for me over the years though, you helped create the Roomba's we have here today, you drew some of our lovely walrus friends!"

"AND ... ough... Okay Okay I'll be honest you made Chuck The Fanboy originally a joke just to tease me with, but over the years he's grown on me... DO NOT LET HIM HEAR ME SAY THIS, but he's like a lil bro... and if anything happened to him I'd be devastated."

@clownsuu / @not-robert

"... well well well if it isn't the shadow in black and the big buff zombie, what can I say about both of you?"

"Hmm... Clownsuu here teases me, has DRAWN ME MPREG, HAS DRAWN ME EMO, IS THE REASON WHY THE EVIL VERSION OF ME EXISTS!..."

"and yet life wouldn't be the same with out him, jack is... an anomaly someone I met because someone thought he was stealing me! HA no one can steal this perfect face~"

"Gotta say though, all jokes aside... life just wouldn't be the same without him, alot more boring you know? I must admit he is someone I will never forget, you've also drawn photos of a few of my walrus I still have hung up in my office, I appreciate you for absolutely everything you've done."

"And don't get me started on Robert that big buff baby, I've put him in just about every costume under the sun, and yet he still puts up with me and stays still no idea why. But it's because of him my restaurant has expanded so much, from a bowling alley, a karaoke bar and dumpsters full of meat."

"Don't tell Robert this he'd likely call me an idiot, but guy's one of my best friends genuinely thankfully he's immortal so I'll never worry about losing him but ... the thought still scares me."

"Never change Robert."

@weirdozjunkary

"You turned me into a furry... I got nothin else to say I just had to point that out."

"..."

"Okay, fine you did alot more then that, you introduced me to bedlam someone who can FINALLY truly be a sponge to my cursed and chaotic behavior, honestly I'd hope so considering he's the god of chaos."

"I only met him recently but I'd fuken fight his version of god for him ... seriously don't tempt me I will kick that old man's ass."

"I'm glad to have bedlam in my life and hope I know him for many years more."

@an-artist-place-for-extra-art

"you simp for the evil version of me I..."

"I have no words for you..."

"I just question... why?"

"though honestly? never change, I care for you just the way you are, your amazing."

"Alright, Alright enough of the mushy stuff and forth wall breaks it's messing with my circuits and servo's ahem..."

"The most important thing about this day is one..."

"I'm so fucking cool"

"two"

"I AM NEVER GOING ANYWHERE HATERS, FIVE MORE YEARS AND BEYOND OF ME!!!"

"and three... and most important lore wise"

"HAPPY 50TH ANNIVERSERY TO ROOMBA FUCKING FAZBENDERS!"

"50 YEARS THIS PLACE HAS BEEN OPEN WITHOUT ANY DEATHS JUST A FEW INJURIES AND I'LL TAKE THAT WITH STRIDE!"

"AS THE ULTIMATE FUCK YOU TO FREDBEAR'S AND FAZBENDER ENTERTAINMENT!"

"THE GUY WHO IS A LITERAL ELDRITCH HORROR AND EATS SHOES WITH HIS BOOTLEG RESTURANT LASTED LONGER THEN ALL OF YOU SUCK IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

"... thank you... genuinely out of pocket with full seriousness..."

"thank you everyone for sticking around none of this would be possible without you, and I HONEST AND TRUELY can't wait for another five amazing years."

Moderator Monnie: And happy anniversary to everyone from me to all of you!

Have a fantastic day! and thank ya'll for reading!

#charlie the phone guy #charlie the cursed phone guy #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #mod monnie #mod post #important #very important post #Happy Fifth Birthday Charlie!#Happy 5th Anniversary Charlie!#Happy 50th Anniversary Roomba Fazbender's (Lore)#Happy Fiftieth Anniversary Roomba Fazbenders (Lore)#Long post #Very Long Post #forth wall break basically the entire post lol

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HEY, IT'S A FREAKING ENORMOUS SMILE FOR ME FANCOMIC!! there is a very real chance that if you're new from twitter following me here, you followed me for this!! I don't blame you!! I'm real dang proud of this and it was a true labor of love!!! I have more like this I would like to draw soon, too...

(full transcript slash detailed image descriptions under the cut!)

PAGE 1 The comic title, COOKING, is written at the top of the page in big handwritten bubble-letters colored in pale peach.

Panel one shows Kamal, wearing a brown-and-red striped turtleneck sweater, standing next to Habit, wearing a fluffy teal-blue sweater over a pink button-up and blue jeans. Kamal is lightly grimacing, looking mildly embarrassed and rubbing his right arm with his left hand, while Habit stands with his hands on his hips and a big grin. Kamal: So, um, something that we only realized after we started living together... ...turns out neither of us can cook. Like. At all. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I can make "spaghetti" (smiley face) Kamal: Yeah that barely counts. (in smaller text) I guess I can't talk, though... I was living off Chinese takeout and hot dogs...

Panel two shows Habit on the left, smiling warmly and holding up Putunia with both hands, who is grinning and holding both fists in the air triumphantly. Kamal is on the bottom right of the panel, shrugging. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): But now we have "Putunia"!! Putunia (shouting): THAT'S ME!!! Kamal: So, uh, we had to figure out the whole "cooking" thing. 'Cause we're the adults here or whatever...?

The third panel is marked with a big handwritten caption of "SO THEY LEARNED TO COOK". Below that, Kamal, left, and Habit, right, are standing wearing frilly aprons - Kamal's yellow with pink-and-red trim and a heart on the chest; Habit's light green with dark green trim and flowers on the chest. Habit is also still holding Putunia in one arm, while the other hand gives a thumbs up. Putunia is smiling with her limbs dangling limply like a kitten. Kamal (in small font): How did you just... have these ready...?

PAGE 2 In the large top panel, Kamal, still wearing the apron, is smiling, wearing red oven mitts with yellow flowers, and holding a blue plate with freshly-cooked samosas that are emitting a cloud of steam. Kamal: I, um, actually ended up calling my mom for advice, and she's been teaching me all her old recipes? I didn't really appreciate her cooking growing up - you know, you're a dumb kid and you just want pizza 'cause all your friends are getting pizza... But now... I dunno, it makes me feel closer to her. Feels like I'm carryin' on something important. And there's something real nice about getting to share a family recipe with people I lo- CARE ABOUT.

The second panel shows Habit leaning in from the right, smiling slightly mischievously and clutching his hands near his face. Putunia is also bursting in from the bottom right, smiling and throwing her fists in the air. Kamal is visibly flustered, sweating and yelling, jostling the plate of samosas. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I still need to meet your mom!! Kamal (yelling): I- I told you, I'm not ready for that yet!! (in smaller text) Ugh, she keeps bugging me about coming over to meet you two... Putunia (yelling): I WANNA MEET KAMAL-MOM!! KA-MOM!!!!!

PAGE 3 The large top panel shows Habit in his apron, smiling, holding up a wooden spoon in his left hand and a wooden fork in his left. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): I've been learning to do "new things" with my favorite foods!!! (smiley face) "Homemade sauce"!! "Black bean burger"!! "Crabo"- "Crabounara"- "Cbabao"- "Ca"- Fancy spaghetti.

The second panel shows him in the same pose and expression, but now pointing upwards with his left hand. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Also!!! I

The next panel abruptly cuts to a nervous-looking shadow-Habit, with an equally-nervous looking Kamal (no longer wearing the apron) peeking in from the right side of hte frame. Habit: um

PAGE 4 The large top panel shows Habit smiling nervously, looking more subdued than normal, lightly scratching his chin with his right pointer finger. Kamal, smiling proudly, is hugging onto his left arm. Habit (with a normal speech pattern): I... so, for a long time, I didn't even want to look at food from... where I grew up. Too many bad associations for me, yes? But, now that I'm in a better place, I'm trying to reconnect in ways that feel safe for me. Food has been a nice way to do that. Lets me build new memories to replace bad ones. Kamal: Proud of ya, big guy

The next panel shows Habit back to his usual bubbly self, smiling, wearing the flower-patterned oven-mitts and holding up a plate with a Medovik cake (a type of Russian honey cake) topped with berries. IN the background, Kamal and Putunia both stare at the cake, Kamal visibly drooling, Putunia with stars in her eyes. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): The baking is "ESPECIALLY GOOD"!!! Today I made "Медови́к" ("Medovik" in Russian script)!!! Kamal (in small text): it looks so good... Putunia (in small text): CAKE!!!!!!

The final panel cuts to Kamal drawn from the chest-up, looking slightly sheepish and scratching his chin. Kamal: Um, so that's the other thing we've discovered through all this. It turns out, uh...

PAGE 5 The top panel shows Kamal (left), Putunia (center), and Habit (right) all sitting at a table with a yellow-and-red checkered tablecloth, eating the Medovik cake. Kamal, with a sheepish expression, is leaning forward with his elbows on the table, right arm resting down and left raising a fork to his mouth, with a plate with a slice of cake to his right. Putunia is pumping her right fist and raising the left, holding a fork with some cake on it, into the air triumphantly, shouting with delight. Habit is resting his head in his hands with both elbows on the table, looking delighted, a slice of cake and a fork to his left. The cake itself, with a cake-serving knife to the left side, is in the center of the table. Kamal: ...we... all have a giant sweet tooth... (in smaller text) Oh my god I feel like such a hypocrite... Putunia (in small text): YUMMY!!!!!! Habit (in small text; misspelled Habitspeak): Isn't it?? Isn't it??

The next two panels cut in close on Kamal and Habit, from roughly the chest-up, as they both eat. Kamal is chewing with a guilty expression, holding his fork near his chest, while Kamal is smiling and lifting a bite of cake to his mouth with a fork held delicately in his right hand. Kamal: How did this happen?? We are literally both dentists?? Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): "You" are. "I" don't have to worry about that anymore

The next panel shows Kamal grimacing, gesturing with his fork, while Habit chews with a smug grin. Kamal: Yeah, not how that works. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Plus I brush my teeth 4 to 60 times per day so they are "perfect" Kamal: Also not how that works. (in smaller text) Please talk to your therapist about that I worry about you

The next panel cuts to Putunia, on the right, shoving her empty plate towards Kamal with a determined expression. Kamal stares back with one eyebrow raised. Putunia (shouting): I WANT MORE CAKE!!! Kamal: Uh huh. And what do we say about that? Putunia (shouting): MORE CAKE PLEASE??

The final panel shows Kamal, on the left, slicing into the cake, while Putunia to the right watches with a smile and her plate held up. Habit comes up behind her, also holding out his empty plate and watching with a smile. Habit (in misspelled Habitspeak): Kamal me too Kamal (smiley face) Kamal: Well, if you're both having seconds...

PAGE 6 The final page has a full-page panel illustration. Kamal, grimacing with his hands on his hips, is looking down at a messy sink full of dirty cooking implements. Behind him, Habit, scratching his chin, looks away sheepishly while Putunia to his right cheers, hands in the air. Kamal: Okay, now which of us is gonna be the adult who does the dishes Habit: not it Putunia (shouting): NOT IT!!! Kamal: oh my god

#smile for me #kamal bora #boris habit #habismal #putunia mollar #anonymous puzzler art #this is the longest comic I've drawn in a LONG while and i am EXTREMELY proud of it!!! i would like to do more soon!!!#i want to make medovik so bad now.#long post

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fountainpenguin · 3 months

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"I simply must go-" ("Baby, it's cold outside...") "The answer is 'No-'" ("But baby, it's cold outside...") (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 22 - “Fizzle (Bdubs, Scar, Mumbo)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

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Bdubs ruins the soul delivery route for everybody. Scar tolerates NPC_Grian's snark as best he can. Mumbo eats pizza and makes a new… friend?

Also, Scar follows up with Grian on the rumor that he's secretly trapped in his red life even in the Between dimension, one slip-up from a perma-death... That talk goes great!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Bdubs - Phantom

Status: Morose

Captain of New Star Station’s Phantom Hybrid Flock

💙 🧡 💚

There are no horses in New Star Station. Not even one. Horse hybrids, sure, though they're not as common as you think. People have been saying for years that horses might be extinct in Between by now, but he's still got hope. You're sharing minds with Bdubs right now, just so we're on the same page. He's the guy with hope.

It's fine! There's no time in his schedule for horse caretaking anyway. Being captain is practically a full-time job. Seriously.

Phantoms don't need to go offline (as long as they're absorbing souls on the regular for the energy zing, of course). A phantom who goes more than three days without a single soul will start dropping the hunger meter fast, and if they can't find someone to eat, they'll probably go offline a while so they can rest and think things through.

It's all about energy. Even Scott's not immune to naptime, no matter how hard he denies it. Have you ever seen him sleep when he's on-server for like, the Life series and stuff? He's out cold. Might as well be in free-cam with how little reaction you'll get out of his body. Maybe he really does go into free-cam and wander around, pretending he's sleeping when he's really not. Scott's the type who can't settle down for anything. Maybe that's why he's so big on cozy little builds.

But the thing about 'No horses in New Star' is, well… Not having horses doesn't leave him with much to do on nights like this when he's stripped of title and stripped of wings. He should probably be taking Brittney out to dinner, but since he wasn't expecting to, y'know… Lose his wings this weekend, he didn't make reservations early enough. Brittney's fine! She's doing Gals' Night tonight with Cocoa, Jewel, Ferks, and Vera. They'll have fun. Bdubs snorts, kicking his foot against the edge of town square's fountain.

A stubborn sniffer, an athletic ravager, a sharp-eyed hoglin, a parkour-loving axolotl, and a beefy glow squid walk into a bar… Now that's a group you don't wanna mess with. The ravager is not the one with the most XP in her close combat skill. And Bdubs knows firsthand that as mellow as his beloved wife is, she's not afraid to headbutt or wrestle around. Look- phantoms do wrestle, but even Bdubs finds himself all too easily pinned when facing a woman with four arms.

I should bring her some chocolates. Not back to their server, obviously, but they've got an apartment he's spent… way too little time in lately. Bdubs stares down at his reflection in the fountain water. His mossy cloak sways, hands tucked in his pants pockets beneath. No wings. Nobody paying him any mind. Hhh… Well. Brittney still loves him. And even though she's got a Gals' Night going on, it's not hard to be romantic. He does this all the time, obviously.

Plucking blossoms off the cherry trees is going to be such a pain without wings.

I mean, it's just temporary… He'll get his wings back after someone cycles him through the system, but that'll knock him out for a week if he's not careful. The secret plan is to join Cub in Hermitcraft tidying - They're down to the last couple days before the Season 9 download drops, you know - and then treat the guy to dinner tonight. Scar ate last week. So did Etho's mystery vex… whoever he is.

See, that's the problem. Since unthreading's illegal, it's not like there are lots of other vex to choose from. Phantoms have a game balance stipulation in their code that prevents them from logging each other out properly, so submitting to a vex is the easiest way to go. Not a lot of other vex besides those two around, which is such a shame. Sure, New Star Station is a refuge, but most of its residents peaced out of the anarchy world before they ever mod up (either forcibly or of their own will).

Modding is a skilled art, especially if you're looking for body tweaks that will stay consistent in and out of different servers (not to mention Between). Tango's one of the best aesthetics modders Bdubs has ever met. That lion-like tail he wears wherever he goes? That's free advertising. Do you have any idea how hard it is to code an additional limb like that, and make it prehensile and expressive at the same time? Yeah. Tango's your guy if you like looking pretty.

What? Oh, yeah. There's zero horses in New Star. Bdubs already logged out a straggler who dropped to phantom hour and refused to pathfind home, too busy flirting instead. Combined with the "Thanks for being a captain; here's your parting meal" thing from yesterday, his hunger bar's topped off. No point in hunting. There's nothing else to do if you're a phantom except whatever the captain orders. And Martyn tasked him with the delivery route.

Bdubs climbs the clock tower and ducks inside the storage room. Pungence already prepped a satchel of souls for delivery. He always does. Good on him. Some people have an easier time hunting than others (Physically and/or emotionally). Bdubs slings it over his shoulder and turns out the lanterns. He shuts the storage room door, but leaves it slightly propped so it won't auto-lock. None of the fox eggs look like they've hatched yet. Hard to tell, though… Most are under a blanket. A few sit by a magma block.

Bdubs glances at the stairwell, but Martyn stomped off with Cleo. He'll be back soon, of course, of course, but… Don't they need to be rotated? That's what Etho always says. Etho used to eggsit for his mom all the time before he finally moved out of her den and settled long-term in New Star.

The fox eggs are Martyn's responsibility. It does him no favors if Bdubs handles everything for him. But… Bdubs walks over and touches one of the exposed eggs with a hand. He yanks his fingers back.

Too hot. Oh, they're cookin'.

Dozens and dozens of eggs lay cozied up in warm wool blankets all around the roost. Bdubs shifts the eggs nearest the magma block away and replaces them with the eggs at the farthest blanket edges. He tucks the blanket under a bit more, sends Martyn a whisper - Leaving for delivery route, eggs look kinda cold btw but I rotated the ones on the magma - and heads downstairs again. Every step clunks and clangs. When he reaches the bottom, he's got a response from Martyn… but it's not much to look at.

InTheLittleWood: k

All right. If that's all he has to say, that's all he has to say. So off on the delivery route he goes.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

#trafficblr #Grian #GoodTimesWithScar #desert duo #MumboJumbo #BdoubleO100 #SnifferMyFeet #The Buttercups #ridwriting #Dog's Life #Dog's Life art #apparently art #fic announcement #mcyt #Pixels Imperfect #Sniff and Pig #NPC Grian

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄. + 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Y/n and Joseph becoming more up close in personal with the media, the actress even caught in London spending time with each other.

pairing. joseph quinn x reader

word count. 1.3k

genre and warnings. actor!reader, black coded, pure fluff, established relationship, paparazzi, social media au, pet names (lovely, honey), hawaiian pizza. | — I forgot to write the comments for this one. series masterlist.

Y/n cozies up to boyfriend Joseph Quinn while visiting him in London.

The Stranger Things costars are still going strong as Y/n was spotted visiting London to spend some quality time with her boo thang.

The pictures spread all over social media after they were spotted out and about in London, always managing to keep their fans fluttering with their stunning (and overall just freaking adorable) matching sets, interview moments, and even paparazzi pictures.

Fans were left drooling as Y/n styled her signature auburn brown hair in a low ponytail to the back, letting a few strands fall close to her face.

The actress showed off her style while wearing a neon green and black graphic crop top with the iconic singer Aaliyah printed on the front and black leather low rise pants.

For jewelry, the actress accessorized with a layered golden chain made up of several golden rings.

A pair of green and black Nikes with mismatched shoelaces completed her outfit.

Her even more iconic makeup was familiar as she opted for her usual two-toned lined lip look paired with a shimmering gloss, sharp dark eyeliner, brushed natural looking eyebrows, and just the right amount of highlighter.

In an interview with Vogue, Quinn previously spoke about his relationship with Y/n and his strong desire to keep their personal life away from the media during an interview: "As much as we really love our fans and the support that they show us, sometimes the attention can get a bit unhealthy. The last thing anyone would want would be their relationship involving just them being constantly broadcast to the world."

The Stranger Things actor continued. “This isn't my story. It's our story. And we'll talk about what it is when we're ready to talk about it together.”

JOSEPH QUINN AND Y/N L/N FEATURE ON AGREE TO DISAGREE

Ahead of the highly anticipated season four for Netflix’s Grammy nominated: Stranger Things release, LADbible pitted Joseph Quinn and Y/n L/n against each other for a special episode of its original format ‘Agree to Disagree’.

In the episode, the duo argue over some of the internet’s biggest debates, discussing how Joseph is the fans favorite new character. Produced by LADstudios, the episode has been a huge hit on LADbible channels, totalling over 7.3 million views across its YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat, and still climbing. The episode has also been picked up by multiple global news outlets including GRM, Metro, The Independent and many more.

The episode can be watched in full on LADbible TV’s award-winning YouTube channel, recently named Best Original Web Channel at The Broadcast Digital Awards.

Take a watch here.

The title intro of the show plays out with Y/n and Joseph captured in a freeze frame as the couple both give off different vibes.

The white man was dressed in his usual business casual fit, but this time in a printed button down with the same pattern as Y/n's top and dark trousers paired with a golden belt buckle.

Like always, Y/n’s outfit was the first thing that drew in the viewer's attention. This time her hair was styled in auburn brown box braids pulled into two buns, one on each side of her head as some braids left out in the back swung over her shoulder.

She wore an Ashley Banks-inspired outfit that accentuated all of her curves.

The low-cut long-sleeve top showed just a modest amount of cleavage, enough for the draping layer of golden necklaces to slot themselves between the curves of her breasts.

Tucked above her shirt were the printed bell bottom pants paired with thick black platform heels.

The set was in a lounge room of some fancy hotel. A single table sat in front of the camera’s setup, "knowing you, you're probably gonna agree with everything I do." Y/n chortled from her spot, sitting with her back against the chair legs spread wide, man spreading comfortably.

Joseph scratched his face in protest. "Well... okay, hun, I'd like to think that's a good thing though, is it not?" He could not help but to smile, giving into defeat that he was in fact very smitten with the woman across from him.

Pineapple on pizza is delicious.

The couple moved practically in sync, moving their glass cup full of water across the table to the strongly agreed side, Y/n smiling at Joseph at the agreement.

"On our first date, she made me try Hawaiian pizza for the first time, so I think my answer is very biased." Joseph chided, sitting up against the chair, "Just get a pretty lady to feed you any type of pizza and I promise you’ll like it."

"Well hold on, I didn't force you to eat it, you just ordered the same thing as me." She recalled pointing her finger in his general direction.

"Yeah, but that was because I wanted to, like, have the same things in common as you." Joseph curled his shoulders up as he chuckled, almost blushing from the memory of when he had developed his crush on you.

American football is better than soccer.

Y/n’s eyes scanned that table, but she tapped the back of her hand against the glass to the disagree side, Joseph making a show of him setting down the cup to strongly disagree with some water spilling from the rim.

"I don’t really care for either, but watching soccer is just so much more fun than watching football for me." She explained to the camera. Joseph was patient in letting her speak with a contented smile placed on his lips (he could already see the simp memes on twitter now).

"I like both. I just don't get why it's called football. You’re not even allowed to use your feet." Joseph explained with his hands like it was the most serious question ever.

"Wait, but don’t they use their feet for the…kicky thing?" Her tone softened as Y/n squinted, genuineness riddling her features before Joseph could bow his head and snicker at her choice of wording.

"Do you mean the kickoff, lovely?" he inquired, exhaling.

"Alright, you knew what the hell I meant." Y/n waved off as even the crew laughed at the exchange.

American food is better than British food.

Joseph grimaced, not even waiting for the countdown before sliding his cup over to strongly disagree. Y/n hummed loudly before sliding her cup to agree.

"I don’t because y’all could have really good food, but name it the most rancid thing ever to make me think that it's bad." She continued to explain as Joseph belted out a laugh, his head tipping back. "Like who the hell wakes up one day and goes, you know what, I want some of that spotted dick?"

"Yeah, I suppose that could be the turning point for a lot of people."

London is the best city in the world.

It was like a stare down between the couple, with Joseph not holding back his teasing smirk as he held eye contact while placing the cup to strongly agree.

"London is very beautiful, don’t get me wrong," Y/n started, enticing a playful gasp from Joseph. "But it’s definitely not at the top for me."

"You’d think since I'd paid for her plane ticket here so many times, she’d love it a bit more."

Eddie Munson is the best new character in season four.

"Well, that would be a bit mean if I answered—oh okay," Joseph pitched as Y/n was quick to slide her cup over to disagree, the couple doubling down in laughter at both of their sudden reactions.

"Look, I love you, but since day one I've been a die-hard Argyle fan." It was true, the actress was the first one to welcome Eduardo from the main cast with open arms.

The duo and their characters became iconic even from the two scenes they were in together towards the end of the season. Y/n and Eduardo just hit it off as friends before anyone else from the newer cast.

"Eduardo fan girl over here." Joseph pointed out

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Ways to My Heart

Donatello X Reader

Summary: Request: Originally based on “Ways to Break My Heart” by Ed Sheeran but it got healthier

A/n: Apparently I appear every Christmas and rewrite an old prompt. And now that I'm older and healthier, it's kinda fun. And y'all were right, we're not about to be a rebound. So, for my dear @witchancunin, I hope you don't mind that it's been four years.

Autumn was settling in. With the wave after wave of rain that we had, there were little colors to the dying trees. Some scientific reason about fungi and decay. Donnie had explained it, but I barely payed attention.

Not that I wasn’t paying attention to him: I was too focused. We were working on a new lego set and I had one to many to drink to pit the small plastic pieces together so he took over and his fingers though larger than mine, were so nimble and they pursued the legos with ease as he assembled a BD-1 droid: my present to him after we finished The Fallen Order together.

The thought of us playing made me smile. I played through most of the game, getting my Star Wars fix, but when it became too difficult, I’d get so frustrated and Donnie would laugh and take the controller from me and defeat whatever stood in my way. I loved and hated him for it.

But that didn’t change the fact that New York was wet and colorless.

I took the hidden alley, now slick with today’s chilled rain, and followed the path down to his home and the warmth it offered. And when winter came and I missed the heat of my hometown—which was safe and sound in the middle of Georgia—four brothers did their best to keep me temperate: Mikey was all hugs; Raphael actually knitted me a sweater last winter (yes it was purple, no I don’t want to talk about it); Leo let me invade his space now and again if he was meditating; and Donnie… well there was no place warmer than his lab. Between the tech and the constant blush he knew how to get on my face and down my neck… it was where I spent most of my time.

“Still no color,” I sighed, shrugging off my coat and hanging it in my usual spot by his door.

“I told you there wouldn’t bet be,” His eyes flashed to mine before returning to his project.

“A girl can dream,” A smile touched my lips as I wandered over to see what he was working on.

In front of him was a circuit board and he was soldering wires to the metal with such precision. I left him to it, having no idea the plans in his head of creation, and I found my book on one of his other work stations. Picking it up, I resumed reading—a romance novel I let myself indulge in now and again when I was over stressed. This one was about chess and it was set in Jersey, which I found hysterical.

I must have made a sound, or a face, or some sort of tell because I heard his voice pulling me from the fictional world.

“What did Nolan do now?” Donnie asked, pushing back from his desk and over to where I was curled up.

“Not Nolan,” the story’s main guy. “It’s Oz. He’s definitely telling off Mallory right now,”

“Oooo what did she do?” I had his full attention. And it wasn’t the first time. He insisted that every time I read a book I tell him about it, despite the many insistings that he read them himself.

“I like your perspective,” He told me once. “Books are dull, dry, but you bring them alive,”

So, I launched into the tale, weaving the complexities of the plot with my words and gestures, the poor book being waved around. And all the while his eyes stayed on mine, and he gave the softest smile that belonged to only me.

He always kept me warm.

When it go late enough, and we had joined his family in having pizza and watching tv (we were currently going through the newer She-Ra on Netflix), I had to trek back out into the cold.

“Let me take you home,” Donnie piped up, seeing me get my coat and boots.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” I rolled my eyes.

“I know,” He said with such certainty. “Let me do it anyway.” There was that warmth again.

“Okay,”

Raph gave me a knowing look but I ignored him.

And like greeting an old friend, we had our routine. Donnie would stay, and we’d curl up on my couch and watch old reruns of Doctor Who until we were both asleep in the comfort of my apartment.

And it was warm.

……………………………….

Then April came.

And God it was so nice to have a friend who was in on the secret. We explored New York together, had movie nights, and so many girl talks that may have involved some alcohol.

But it meant I had to watch Donnie fall head over heels for her—from my usual spot in his lab, as he showed her all of his projects, chattering happily.

I told myself it didn’t bother me. And it didn’t.

Sorta.

Maybe?

Shut up.

Hiding it from Donnie was easy. Hiding it from the rest of his family? Not so much.

“You okay kid?” Raph asked, standing beside me as Donnie explained the entire Shell-Razer to April.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” My voice was low.

“Because my brother’s an ass,”

I laughed humorlessly. “We weren’t together Raph.” A shrug fell from my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight off the lingering chill. “It’s fine. I’m—fine.”

It was a few weeks later that I came to the lair; always having an excuse to not accompany April. I could see it in her eyes that she knew something was up, but she didn’t call me out on it—yet.

“Miss Y/n,” Splinter stopped me as I entered.

“Master Splinter,” I gave a small head nod.

“Let’s talk child,” His words caught me off guard.

“Um. Okay,” I followed him to the meditation room that was lit softly with sparse candles.

“You have not been coming around as often.” It was a statement. Not a question.

“Yeah,” I knew no excuse would work on the old master, and the father of four boys.

“Is everything alright?” He rose an eyebrow and I gave a feeble lie:

“Yeah,”

He nodded. “Let’s try that again. Everything is not alright.”

Tears glossed my vision and the familiar pain flooded my chest like ice. I tilted my chin back, holding my head high.

“Master, there’s nothing I can do.” I opened my mouth to continue trying to find the courage. “I care deeply for him,” My eyes trained on a candle flame. “But I never told him and… that’s my consequence to live with,”

“I see,” His wise voice held so much understanding that it washed over me. “And because of that choice, you do not come around as often?”

“It hurts less,” That was the simple fact. “I don’t have to watch him…”

“Chase after April?” Splinter filled in knowing.

“Yeah.”

He nodded. “Perhaps you and April should talk,”

“Look, I don’t—“

“Y/n,” He cut me off and I pursed my lips. “April is your best friend, and I have a feeling she wants to help you,”

“I know,” He was right, and maybe hearing git gave me the courage to say something after all. A smile touched my lips. “Thanks Sensei.”

“I care about my family,” He said. “And that includes my daughters,”

Tears stung my eyes again as he gave me a hug.

“Thank you,”

“Of course, child,”

……………………………………….

April and I did sit down and talk. More of she called me out on moping and avoiding the subject. So, we sat on our fire escape and talked. About everything.

She knew when she first got there that there was something going on between Donnie and me. And though she loved the brothers, she didn’t like Donnie that way. She also knew that was the reason I was avoiding going to the lair.

“I’m sorry,” She said.

“For what?” I almost laughed.

“Because, before I came, there would have been no doubt that you and Donnie would be together by now,”

“Hey I wouldn’t trade you for anything,” I smiled. “And if… if Donnie wants to be… whatever the heck this is, I can handle it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” April said. “I want you to be happy Y/n. And I want you back at the lair. I… I just want you to have your life back,”

“It wouldn’t be as fun without you.”

“I know,” She laughed. “But I am going to talk to Donnie,” She must have seen the horror on my face. “Not about you! God no! But I’m gonna tell him that I don’t feel that way about him, and hopefully he gets the message,”

I nodded. “Thanks April,”

When April had told me that Donnie took their talk semi-well, I still gave it a few weeks before I headed to the lair, not wanting to have to pick up the aftermath of his shattered fantasy.

With end of Spring, I had my family back.

There was a cool distance between Donnie and I that was slowly thawing until I was back in his lab reading and he was fidgeting with his tools. It took another week for him to ask me about my book. And another week for him to take me home. And a few more days for his smile to be back. And a couple more for mine to stay. I wrestled with what had happened in the winter and spring, trying to look for the other shoe to drop.

But when the six of us played a board game, or watched movies or even had dinner, all that was felt was camaraderie. Donnie didn’t notice April anymore and he backed down. Raph kept a careful eye just like I did. When he caught my stare, Raph rose an eyebrow at me, glancing to Donnie. I shrugged and smiled.

I didn’t know.

And I think that was okay.

I think I was okay.

With summer, meant my birthday. June 14th. The boys and April insisted on throwing a big party for me in the lair with cake and presents and music and dancing. I hadn’t laughed so much in months.

Donnie offered to walk me home, like always. Like old times. Like now.

We were standing on my roof, all I had to do was climb down the fire escape to the apartment April and I shared.

“Happy birthday,” His smile was back, and God I had missed it. All of the careful walls I had built around myself came crashing down at the simple gesture.

“Thanks Donnie,”

And in the starlight of the roof, alone with the city alive beneath us, he leaned in and his lips were on mine. A stolen kiss that had me wrecked.

Donnie pulled away, wonder in my eyes, and confusion in his.

“I—I’m sorry,” He stammered out, his brows pulling together.

“It’s… it’s okay,” I managed a smile.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, backing away. “That… I didn’t mean—it was a mistake,” He choked out.

My body jerked back with the rejection that crashed over it.

“What?” My voice was as cold as ice.

“I—I don’t know why I did that.”

“Oh, okay,” I managed.

He was gone like a shadow in the night and I stood there frozen.

…………………………………

I must have been up there for too long, because April came up to find me.

“Hey are you okay?” Her voice was concerned.

“Um,” Was all I could manage.

“What happened? Donnie came back and he’s not talking. He’s barricaded himself in his lab.”

“Um.” I said again. “He… he kissed me.”

“Oh my God that’s amazing!” April celebrated, but paused when she saw the dread in my eyes. “Then what happened?”

“He. Um. Said it was a mistake.” I choked out.

“I—I’m—I’m actually going to kill him,” April said. “He said that? To you!? After kissing you!?” She was outraged, and maybe I should have been too, but it was like my entire body had gone into a comatose. She took my hands into hers. I met her eyes. Tears finally thawed and started to fall.

“Oh, honey come here,” She pulled me into a hug and I started crying. Every tear I had denied finally rushed forward, and soon I was sobbing on that roof.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked her, miserable. We had made it back to the flat, and we were curled up on my bed.

“No, honey, you didn’t.” April soothed, petting my hair.

The next morning he was standing in my living room. The two of us. Standing like we had not twenty four hours ago. But the morning was different. Now I couldn’t bare to be near him. It was only because April said I should at least get closure this time that I was even out here.

I stared at him, my lips pursed, waiting for him to say something.

“I’m sorry,” He blurted out. “That—what I said, it wasn’t what I meant.” He started pacing anxiously. “Look, I know that I hurt you with that whole April thing, and I haven’t apologized for that and I really should and I want to!” His words began tumbling together in his nervousness. “And I wanted to do that before I ever did anything else, and God definitely before kissing you, but you were there so close on that roof and you were just beautiful, and I—I’m so sorry,”

I blinked. My face when through a series of expressions before settling on shocked confusion.

“I know!” Donnie insisted. “God, I know and I’m so sorry Y/n. Especially for not explaining last night. But I was panicking and—“ He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for chasing after April like I did. I genuinely thought that you’d never want me like that. And that was a dick thing for me to do. And I’m sorry for hurting you for so long.” He smiled a bit. “And I’m sorry for crossing your boundaries last night. And for not sticking around and explaining. Also a dick move on my part. So… yeah,” He nodded, not daring to meet my eyes.

“Um. Okay,” I managed. “Uh… wow.”

“I know it’s a lot. I’m sorry,” He said.

“You can stop apologizing Donnie,” I gave a small laugh. “That’s um… alright. Thanks? I think?”

“Are you mad?” His eyes met mine. “I don’t know…” I confessed. “Um I think I need a minute. Or two,”

“Right! Yeah! Of course! Take as much time as you need!” He said backing away. “Um—I’m gonna go and give you space, but you can come over or call or anything anytime—we are still having game night tonight, so if you want to come—not that you have to!” He was an anxious mess again.

I placed my hand on his arm to stop him. “Thank you,” I smiled pointedly.

“Right, um… I’ll just be off then,” He nodded, backing away. “Bye.”

“Bye?” I laughed. And like that he was gone again. “Hey April?” I called, knowing she heard all of that.

She emerged from her room.

“You heard all of that right?” I clarified.

“Every word,” She was grinning.

“Why does it all feel so weird?” I asked. “Like really weird.”

“Because that my dear,” April said. “Was emotional maturity.”

“Is that what that looks like?”

“For the most part,” April nodded. “So, what are you feeling?”

“That, it all makes sense? And I want to believe him? And that its still really weird,”

“All fair feelings,” April said.

The hours ticked by until game night at the lair. April and I had gone back and forth about going or not. And when it came time to it… I was putting on my sneakers and grabbing my bag.

I walked into the lair and I felt every stare on me. I was only looking for one gaze though.

“Hey,” He said, getting up, looking genuinely surprised that I was there.

“Hey.” I smiled. “Can we talk?”

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Firefly Chapter One

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Wednesday 7:00 AM

September 24, 2003

"Yn!" I looked across the street to see Sarah Miller waving at me. I jogged over to her with a smile on my face. I've been watching her for the past two years. "Hey, kid!" I said, ruffling her hair. She scrunched up her nose and moved away from me. "Hi, Mr. Miller." Joel Miller may be eighteen years older than me but he was fucking gorgeous. "Yn. You know you can just call me Joel," he said. "Don't let Nonna hear you saying that. She'll kick both our asses," I laughed. He smiled and nodded his head. "How is Clara?" He asked.

I shrugged. I've been living with my Nonna since I was little. My parents had been involved in a hit and run when I was five. Nonna was the only one who had no problem taking me in. "She's good. A little nauseous this morning but other than that she's doing good," I told him. "Good. Hey, are you available to pick up Sarah today and stay with her until I get home?" He asked. I looked over at Sarah and squinted my eyes at her. "Hmm???" I tapped my chin with my finger. She rolled her eyes, "yn!" I laughed and nodded. "Yeah, of course."

"Okay, can you stop hitting on my dad so we can leave before we're later," Sarah said. My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks starting to get hot. "Oh, my god, Sarah! I was going to take you to get a milkshake after school but now… forget about it you little brat!" She laughed and got in the truck. "You'll still take me!" She said and shut the door. I couldn't even look at Joel. "Firefly!" I looked behind me to see my Nonna at the front door. "Coming, Nonna! Just talking to Mr. Miller!" I called back.

But of course she didn't just go back inside. No, she had to come over as well. "Hello, Joel," she greeted. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, "hello, Clara. I was just asking yn if she wouldn't mind sitting with Sarah tonight. I hope you don't mind," he said. He was always gentle with her. Nonna smiled up at him, "of course not. I have a date with a friend anyway," she said. I looked over at her in confusion. "Date? What happened to being nauseous?" I asked. She smiled and winked before walking away. She may be seventy but she was still very full of life.

I stood there trying to think what friend she was talking about. "Date?" I whispered. "Date. She's still fisty. Maybe it's that man that's been coming over." I looked over at Joel, "what man?" I asked. He smiled with a little laugh before walking around to the driver's side. "Joel? What man?" I asked running around to his side. "You really don't know do you?" He asked. I shook my head waiting for him to tell me. "No. Oh God, does she have a guy over when I'm not home?" I asked. I turned around and started to jog back towards the house. "I'll see you later, Sarah!" I called over my shoulder. "Nonna!"

3:30 PM

I pulled up in front of the school and waited for Sarah. I had the top down on my 1965 mustang. The red poppy paint is shiny and freshly washed. I had music softly playing, and my elbow was propped up on the door. I saw Sarah running over and sat up straighter. "Hey, kid, how was school?" I asked. She put her bookbag in the back seat and put her seat belt on. "It was school. Can we go get milkshakes?" She asked. I laughed and put the car into gear and pulled out. "Sure."

On the way home we also picked up pizza for dinner. Joel wasn't one to really cook and even though he says he's going to be home by five or nine sometimes he's later depending on the job and how things go. Sometimes he and Tommy go out for drinks after work. And I don't mind sitting here with Sarah until he does come home. Nonna was usually out playing bingo or something or now I guess she's on a date. Maybe her bingo nights are actually date nights. After we ate and the dishes were done I put the leftover pizza in the fridge and we watched a movie.

Sarah had her head on my lap fast asleep. The second movie was still playing when the light from headlights filled the room for a few seconds before dying. The sound of a car door closing and then the sound of the door opening pulled my attention over to the entryway. Joel walked in, a tired look on his face. It was almost nine. "Hey, sorry, work ran late, we ran into a couple problems," he said. I gave him a small smile. "It's alright. I don't mind. It beats sitting home alone while Nonna is out on her date." He smiled and looked down at Sarah. "Long day?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, getting milkshakes and going to the mall gets a girl tired," I said. "I'll take her to bed. Thank you again," he said, leaning down and carefully picking up Sarah and taking her up to her room. I could have just left and went home but instead I headed into the kitchen and pre-heated the oven to warm up the pizza. Joel walked in just as I set a couple pieces on the rack. "Thought ya left," he said, getting a beer out of the fridge. "Thought you might be hungry."

"You didn't need to buy dinner," he said. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the counter. "It's no big deal, really. None of it is. I'm more than happy to watch Sarah when you need me to and I'm more than happy to feed her. I read somewhere you have to feed them to keep them alive," I said. He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "Yeah, you ready right. How's school going for ya? Pick a major yet?" He asked. I turned around and pulled a plate out of the cupboard. "It's okay. Still don't know what I want to do though." I turned the oven off and plated the pizza.

I walked over to the table where he was sitting and sat the plate in front of him and he gave a small thanks. I sat down in the chair beside him, leaning back. "Does it get any easier? Being an adult I mean?" I asked. He huffed a laugh and shook his head. "No. It gets harder. Gotta pay bills and go to work everyday. It's horrible. Only good thing that came out of it is Sarah. She keeps me going," he said. I smiled.

"She is pretty great. I love hanging out with her. She has one sense of humor." Joel laughed and I felt my stomach flutter. 'Get it together, yn, he's like eighteen years older than you.' "Yeah, she does. I think she might get it from you. Think ya might be a bad influence," he said. I leaned over and lightly pushed his shoulder. "Hey! I am not! She gets it from you. She's just like her daddy," I said. He stood up, a fond smile on his face. "Yeah I suppose you're right." He washed his plate, dried it and put it back.

I stood up and stretched. "Well, now that I know you ate I will let you get to bed. I have class tomorrow anyway so I better get to bed myself." Joel walked me to the door. "Thanks again, yn. Really appreciate it." I turned and looked at him, "you really gotta stop doing that, Mr. Miller. I'll see you tomorrow." I walked to my car, got in, backed up, and went the couple feet to my driveway.

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