#but i’m gonna be doing stuff slightly out of my usual order

[goldensunset]

huge fan of the glaseido mountain music so far

#i guess there’s no ‘northern province’ it’s just multiple areas #but still #i’m so hyped that i’ve finally worked my way up to the northern section of the map #i’ve been taking things in order one part of the map at a time basically #what is it with video games and making final areas ice levels #i mean this isn’t the final area for me of course cuz like i said there are other things in the northern province area #but i’m gonna be doing stuff slightly out of my usual order #i’ve got two gyms two team star bases and one titan left #gonna tackle the ice gym now then go out east to one of the team star bases then go way west to the last titan #then get the last team star base then get the last gym #so it’ll be a kinda wonky and inefficient path but it’s all according to keikaku #goldie’s pokémon violet liveblog #i love ice levels in video games so much… #and they usually have some of my favorite music too #i get the sense this was supposed to be the last area tbh #look i would’ve done that northeastern team star base a lot earlier if i could’ve #but i physically could not find a way to get to that region without going up and over and through the mountains first #it was surrounded by sheer cliffs on all sides #and i didn’t wanna take on the mountain until i was really ready to commit to going to that area

[autumnscribbles]

surprise | c.b

colby brock x reader

summary: colby plans a surprise party for y/n while she thinks he’s working

idea from my bestie @wildestwords 🫶🏻

a/n: not my best work but I was in a writing mood so I just wanted to post a cute little fic :) I hope you like!

“Do you have to go?” you whined, reaching across the bed for Colby.

“Unfortunately,” he groaned, kissing your forehead one last time before standing up.

“But it’s my birthdaaaaay,” you tease, laughing at yourself. You knew Colby had to work tonight, and he had a super important video to film tonight.

Thankfully, as you got older, you didn’t care for your birthday much anyway. You were sort of looking forward to ordering take out, hanging out in your sweats and watching movies all day.

“We’ll celebrate tomorrow, I promise,” he grinned, ruffling your hair lovingly before leaving the room to finish getting ready.

You got out of bed yourself, smoothing out your hair in the mirror. One year older. You felt good, grateful to be where you were today.

You saw Colby out the door, smiling as you watched him drive off. Now, it was time to relax.

*

“Okay guys,” Colby said as he walked into the door of the party location. “She didn’t suspect anything, she thinks we’re doing haunted house stuff.”

“Perrrrfect,” Sam smirked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“So we have everyone coming at 7, I’m gonna call y/n a bit after that and act like something went wrong and we need her help,” Colby explained. “Then we’ll surprise her when she walks in.”

“Decoration time?” Sam asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Decoration time,” Colby confirmed with a nod of his head.

*

You held your chop sticks and your Chinese takeout box, legs crossed on the couch. The throw blanket was wrapped over your shoulders and you ate happily as you watched some romcom you stumbled across on Netflix.

You heard your phone ringing in the other room, and jumped up to go catch it in time. You forgot you left it on the kitchen counter. You frowned slightly when you saw it was Colby. You almost never heard from him when he was working.

“Hey,” you answered, leaning against the counter.

“Hey babe,” you heard Colby breathing heavily. “I don’t want to worry you but I need you to come here.”

“What?” you asked. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“We need help,” he replied. “Can you please come?”

“Of course, Colby,” you said, slightly panicked as you rushed to clean up all your stuff while still on the phone. “Just send me the address, I’m on my way.”

“I love you,” Colby said gently.

“I love you too, baby, I’m coming,” you told him.

He hung up, and you put your take out in the fridge, turned off the tv, and kicked off your slippers. You pulled on a jacket and your shoes and grabbed your car keys as you rushed out the door.

The March air caught your breath as you stepped outside, the bite of the night air unexpected. You rubbed your hands together for warmth once you sat in the car. Only for a second, before pulling out of the driveway.

You followed the GPS, happy when you realized it was only 15 minutes away. This was one time you were especially grateful Sam and Colby picked somewhere nearby. Usually, you were too far away to be of any help.

When you pulled up to the house, you noticed a red light glowing from inside the house. It immediately gave you the creeps, even though you knew it was definitely done on purpose for the video.

You jumped out of the car, not even locking it as you jogged to the door and threw it open. You saw Colby lying on the ground, Sam crouched beside him.

“Colby!” you exclaimed, running over to him and crouching next to Sam. You grabbed his hand in yours. “What happened?”

“I-I fell,” Colby groaned, wincing in pain. “Can you go grab me my sweater?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed, standing up to go grab his sweater.

It was the perfect distraction for Colby to get up off the floor, and signal the others.

“Surprise!!!” you heard from a roomful of voices, making you scream before laughing.

“Oh my god!!!” you screamed, covering your face.

You saw all of your friends, even some from your hometown, all here to celebrate you. You cursed yourself for not dressing better on your special day, but you were too happy to care.

You turned back around, seeing Colby standing there with a massive grin on his beautiful face.

“You did this for me?” you asked, tears forming in your eyes.

“I did,” he nodded. “Did you really think I’d make you celebrate your birthday alone?”

You ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You didn’t know how you got so lucky.

“I assume you were the true brains of the operation?” you asked, as you turned to Sam, pulling him into your arms too.

“I’d like to think so,” he shrugged. “The decorations were all mine.”

You smiled as you saw the big balloons, flowers, and a big poster full of pictures of you and all the people you loved.

You went around hugging all your friends, still not believing that they were here.

You walked up to your childhood best friend, smothering her in the tightest hug imaginable. She hugged you back just as tight.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you said into her shoulder, your smile hurting your cheeks because it was so wide.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she told you, putting her hands on either side of your face. “You really have a keeper on your hands.”

“I do, don’t I?” you asked, looking back to Colby, who to your surprise, was already looking at you.

“You have to marry him,” she teased you, pushing your shoulder playfully. “Otherwise you’re stupid.”

“That’s the plan,” you winked, wrapping your arm around her shoulders.

“What even is this place?” you laughed as you turned back to Colby. “Is it actually haunted?”

“No,” he laughed. “It’s just someone’s house they had for rent.”

“Only you,” you laughed. “It’s nice though.”

Your best friend left to the kitchen then promptly walked out with a cake in her hands, singing to you. Everyone else joined in and you couldn’t help but blush before blowing out the candles.

You couldn’t think of a wish, because everything you wanted was already right there in front of you.

#colby brock #colby brock fic #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock fanfic #sam golbach #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby fic #sam and colby #snc

[katsu28]

to the moon and back

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader 

summary: bradley tries to surprise you with a Valentine’s Day date night, and you surprise him right back with something else 

warnings: none! just 2k of lovey dovey fluff

a/n: happy early valentine’s day besties!!! if u don’t have one ur gonna be mine now ok MWAH love u to the moon and back ;)

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There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in your apartment right now. 

You lived alone, and the only other person who had a key to your place was your boyfriend, and Bradley was meant to be on base all day, so when you got home today and saw a pair of shoes that weren’t yours nudged off to the side of the front door, you were entirely confused. Bradley’s Bronco wasn’t parked in the driveway like it usually was when he came over, but those were most definitely his shoes. 

“Bradley? You here?” You called warily, toeing off your own shoes. Normally, he’d respond immediately, oftentimes barreling out of wherever he was to come wrap you in a hug, or (no matter how much you pretended to hate it) grabbing you from behind as you went looking for him, peppering your neck with kisses until you begged him to stop. 

There was no answer, but an assortment of things were spread out on the kitchen counter when you made your way there—a bouquet of flowers, a few bags filled to the brim with groceries, a bottle of wine—but no Bradley anywhere to be found. 

It wasn’t until you ventured towards the living room that you found him. Bradley was sprawled out on the couch, long legs thrown over the armrest on one side while his head laid propped up on a pillow at the other end. His arms were crossed over his chest, mouth hung slightly open whilst he snored away, blissfully unaware that you were home. 

As cute as he looked sleeping, you perched at the edge of the couch, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge so as not to startle him awake. When that didn’t work, you pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek. 

Bradley inhaled a deep breath at the feeling of your lips against his skin, craning his neck to take in his surroundings as he blinked awake slowly. 

“Mornin’, stranger,” You hummed, smoothing his hair away from his forehead. His bleary eyes focused on you, widening instantly. 

“Oh fuck!” He breathed, jumping a little in his laid back position. 

“Hi to you too, Bradley.” 

“Sorry. I mean, hi. It’s just—shit, I was gonna surprise you when you came home.” 

“Oh don’t worry, I was. Y’know, when I gave you a key, I didn’t mean use it so you can take a nap on my couch,” You teased. 

“I didn’t mean to!” He groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “I had this whole Valentine’s date night thing planned, I got wine and flowers and I was gonna make dinner, but I sat down for literally just a second and now…” 

“Hey, Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet. We can still do that,” You hummed, lacing your fingers through his with a pat to his knee. 

“Yeah, you’re right. Or,” he sat up suddenly, lunging and pulling you on top of him in one fell swoop, “we could just stay here on this couch all night, doing…stuff.” His nose rubbed against your cheek, lips following soon after in an attempt to bribe you to stay put. 

“While ‘stuff’ does sound very enticing, I’m actually kinda hungry, so…” Bradley was up in a split second, hefting you over his shoulder with ease. “Bradley!” You squealed, clutching at the hem of his shirt for leverage as he hiked over to the kitchen and planted you on one of the barstools. 

“You, stay right there. Do not let that cute butt leave that stool until I’m done here, got it?” He ordered, pointing at you with raised brows. You nodded, propping your chin up in your hand with a barely contained smile. He shuffled towards one of the cabinets, grabbing a wine glass and popping open the bottle he’d brought, pouring you a nice glass then cracking open a beer from the fridge for himself. 

He expertly located a vase in a different cabinet and filled it with water before sliding all three items across the counter to you. “These are for you, by the way.” 

“You know my favorites.” Your smile grew even wider at the thought, if at all possible. Bradley knew you well enough to get your favorite flowers and wine without even having to ask.

He snorted, seemingly offended that you dared mention it. “‘Course I know your favorites. It’s like, at the very front of my brain, all the time. The most important stuff, y’know?” 

“I feel like the most important stuff should be Navy related, no? Mister flies-a-multi-million-dollar-jet for a living.” 

“Yeah, that’s important too. But tell me who knows all your favorite things off the top of their head? You don’t even really have to tell me because the answer is me.” 

“Okay hotshot, if you’re such an expert, what’s for dinner?” 

He rattled off your favorite meal and dessert immediately, barely a second of hesitation before he started unpacking the bags on the counter. “Put the flowers in the vase for me, would ya? Make ‘em real nice and pretty, ‘cause that’s all I’m letting you do for the rest of the night.” 

“Bradley,” You whined, pouting at him. “I wanna help!” 

“No, this is my thing. Get your own!” 

“You’re insufferable.” You huffed, glaring at him sulkily. Bradley didn’t respond, just winked at you as he donned the hot pink ‘Kiss the chef’ apron you’d gotten for him as a joke a few months ago. You thought he’d hate it, but to your surprise, he was actually quite taken with it, opting to put it on every time he was in your kitchen and demand kisses “because the apron said so”. 

Dinner was ready soon enough, and now you were sat down at the table, thoroughly wiped from the long day you’d both had but still happy to spend this time with each other. You’d never get tired of seeing Bradley sitting across from you almost everyday, but especially today with how thoughtful he was being. It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Loved. Like you always did with him. 

“Thank you for making dinner, Bradley, this looks—wow, this looks amazing.”

“‘Course, anything for my girl. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” He held his beer out to cheers your wine glass, beaming at you. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bradley.” 

“Okay, not to, like, diminish the romance here, but I really think this is some of my best cooking yet, so dig in.” 

-------

Dinner and dessert had been long since finished, but you and Bradley were still sitting at the table, where he had just finished telling you about how Fanboy had accidentally turned Payback’s underwear pink by putting a red shirt in the laundry. 

Bradley’s hand lifted to scratch at his cheek, and with that action you suddenly remembered something. 

“I have something for you.” You blurted, lips quirking up into a smile. 

“Please tell me it’s just you, me, and the rest of this wine while we watch shitty romcoms, because I really don’t need anything other than that.” 

“It’s just a little thing!” You protested, sliding out of your chair and dropping a kiss to his cheek before hurrying to your room to grab it. Bradley was still sitting in his seat when you returned, though he was now sporting a rather confused look on his face when you perched at the edge of the table, pressing a wooden box into his palm. “For Valentine’s Day. My gift to you.” 

“What is this?” He asked softly, looking up at you. You just smiled warmly, nodding for him to open it and he did, brow creasing for a split second at the contents. Sitting inside was a vintage watch, a little scuffed on the face with a leather strap weathered from use, but still ticking strongly. 

You gauged his reaction carefully, waiting for the moment his confusion turned to realization at what he was actually holding in his hands. 

“Wait. Is this…” He trailed off, flipping it around carefully, looking for the telltale inscription on the back that would confirm his suspicions. Just as he thought, the words etched into the metal were just as he remembered them, the same words he’d read and reread a thousand times when he was a kid. 

My darling Nick, I love you to the moon and back. Love, your Carole.

Disbelieved, Bradley’s eyes flicked to you, mouth dropping open just the tiniest bit. “This is my dad’s.”

You nodded, drawing your lower lip between your teeth. His face split into a blinding grin, one so big that his eyes crinkled at the edges as he leaned forward in his chair, one large hand splaying along your back to pull you across his lap with ease. 

“You like it?” 

“Like it? I love it.” He nodded earnestly, placing the watch gently back into the box before giving your hip a little squeeze. “Little thing, my ass! Honey, this is…so much more than just a little thing, where’d you even find it?” 

“I can’t take all the credit here, I did have a little help from Mav. He’s the one who dug it out of all of your mom’s stuff.” 

“And you got it working again!” 

“Took it to a watch repair shop a few towns over.” You shrugged, tracing a finger along the buttons of his shirt. “I was gonna replace the glass over the face, but I figured you’d wanna keep it just the way your dad did. We can still switch it out if you want though—” 

Bradley shook his head profusely. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. You’re literally perfect, and I’m—shit, how did I get so lucky to find you?” 

“Funny, I ask myself the same thing about you all the time.” You said softly, taking his face in your hands and pressing your forehead against his. Bradley’s eyes fell shut briefly as he leaned into your touch, arms tightening around your waist until there wasn’t any more space between the two of you. 

You took advantage of that closeness to take him by surprise, kissing him square on the mouth, firm but slow. You hoped he could feel how much you loved him through it. 

Bradley’s hand found your knee, giving it a squeeze before starting to rub mindless circles as he kissed you back passionately. It would be totally cliche to say that his kiss sent butterflies through your stomach, his touch sending electricity through your veins, but you’d gladly use every single cliche in the book to describe the way Bradley Bradshaw made you feel, right now, all the time, every single moment you were with him. Even times when you weren’t with him too. That was just the effect he had on you. 

“I love you to the moon and back, sweet girl.” 

You beamed. “Yeah?” 

“Absolutely yeah. You’re the girl of my dreams, and I promise you, I’m gonna marry you one day.” 

“Wow, big dreams, huh?” You teased, sliding your hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Well y’know what they say, go big or go home,” He shrugged, offering you a cheeky wink. “And I, for one, am not planning on going home anytime soon.” 

“That’s presumptuous of you.” 

“Oh please, like you were gonna let me leave tonight in the first place.” 

“You’re never leaving, Bradley Bradshaw.” You murmured, stroking your thumb across his cheek. “I’m gonna keep you forever, you wanna know why?” 

Bradley looked equal parts pleased and amused, eyes shining with nothing but the purest of love as he gazed at you. “Why?” 

“‘Cause I love you to the moon and back.”

“There you go again,” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Taking my thing.” 

“Uh no, technically it was your parents’ thing.” You fired back, tipping your chin up defiantly. Bradley laughed, a booming chuckle that resonated through your body. 

“So it’s a Bradshaw thing.” 

“According to you, I’ll be a Bradshaw one day, so…” 

“What a day that’ll be, huh, sweetheart? Gonna be the best day of my life.” 

“Well then you better hurry up and propose to me already, shouldn’t you?” 

“Look who’s presumptuous now!” 

“You’re insufferable, Bradshaw.”

It wouldn’t be now, and maybe it wouldn’t be any time soon, but when the day came and the question was popped, there was nobody else you’d even dream of spending the rest of your life with other than the insufferable Bradley Bradshaw. 

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[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 12th

anakin skywalker x sex pollen

he thought maybe you were drunk, from the way you were rambling at him, slurring at him, pawing at him. his eyes moved faster than his ears, taking in the way your smaller hands grasped his wrists, your eyes pink and hazy with barely anything but pupil on display. you were tearful, warm to the touch, bottom lip wet and swollen. his eyes linger a moment too long.

his ears catch up, and you’re begging in a tone he hasn’t heard leave you before. your voice is whining, broken, pathetic almost.

“please it—t’was an accident ani b-but I need you, need your help n’need to just— need to feel better!” you’re practically crying, attempting to drag him further into the apartment where he stands rooted in the hallway, having flown over to your home when you’d called him. he places a warm hand on your cheek hoping to soothe you, but it seems that any touch from him only made you more frantic.

“shh, hey — listen. you’re gonna have to slow down. tell me what’s going on?” his brows are furrowed, expression serious and protective and it nearly makes your knees buckle. you swallow, trying hard to concentrate and breathe to get your thoughts in order.

“was at the market on the lower levels, n’i know you told me not to go there ani b-but—” you whimper and he nods, urging you to go on. “but they were selling these plants, and the pollen was just blowing everywhere and — and it made me feel funny — and now i’m home and i— i need you, i need you to fuck me.” the last part is punctuated by you grabbing at the collar of his robes, staring up at him with so much desperation it was hard to say anything but yes.

he sighs, oddly calm as he runs a hand over his face, nodding in understanding. every little mannerism he performed was painfully more attractive than usual, leaving you standing before him shivering and whimpering over nothing, clenching your thighs together.

“told you to be careful baby, look at the state you’re in.” he sighs, guiding you by your lower back into the bedroom. he has you sit on the edge of your bed, his touch so gentle in comparison to what he really wanted to do to you. “lay back, show me the problem sweetheart.”

he’d helped push your dress up to your stomach and peeled your underwear off, in disbelief at the mess before him. you’re crying now, clenching around nothing as you spread your legs, snitching on the copious amounts of slick coating your lips and inner thighs. your hands grip your own thighs holding them apart as you tremble, sniffling sadly. he settles down on the bed beside you, trying to stay calm to not work you up. “alright baby, there you go.” he sedates you quietly with rubbing your clit with his thumb, the sensitivity making you mewl and tremor like you were already seconds away from cumming.

“got it bad, don’t you sweet girl? i’m sorry i wasn’t there.” he scoffs, but not in a mocking way— moreso in a kind and slightly guilty way, his tone apologetic yet lighthearted in a way that only anakin could pull off. “oh, i know.” he pouts when you cry.

he stuffs two long fingers into your hole, curling them up against your soft spot exactly when you need him. he’s skipping all the teasing today, knowing his girl needs him to give her what she wants. he usually works you open with one finger and then adds the other, but it appears the plant induced frenzy you were in had inspired your very own pollen between your legs, making it easy for his thick fingers to slip right in.

“what would you do without me coming to look after you like this, hm? taking time out of my busy jedi schedule to finger fuck my girl when she gets herself wound up. goooood girl.” he praises when you go limp for a while, brain seeming to be on another planet as you let the pleasure possess you, being able to think of nothing but his fingers.

but soon, it wasn’t enough — and when you reach out to paw at his crotch, muttering “s’not enough, need more.” like a crazy person, you’re not surprised to find him already fully hard beneath your palm, ready to give you what you need.

“you’re lucky us jedi have such good stamina,” he smirks after pulling out his thick cock and sitting on his feet on the bed, suddenly manhandling your ass to rest on his thighs, prodding your entrance with his fat pink mushroom tip. “i have a feeling i might need it tonight.” he’s grinning now in that classic charming anakin skywalker way, sinking his length into you completely.

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#anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin smut #star wars smut #kinktober 2023

[cat3ch1sm]

you've made a lot of fics about killua, but never a general relationship headcanon? 🌸 could I request that?

By the way, I love the way you write the characters, it always feels pretty Canon and I enjoy reading your works a whole lot <33

🌱~ messages like this always make my day💚 than you so much!! im so happy you enjoy my works <33 more are on the way! ilysm 🫶🏾🫶🏾

these are way longer than i thought they were gonna be wow😭😭 turn out i have a whole bunch of killua relationship hcs in my brain and you seem to have broken the dam😭 i hope you like them lmaoo

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

°˖ ⊹ ꒰🌱꒱ ♡ definitely don’t expect killua to be the sappy, super overly affectionate type. he will either call you a dumbass or stupid or some other insult. but when you protest he��ll just be like “whatt? i meant it in a nice way.”

killua is not a pda guy. the most he’ll do in public is hold your hand and even that’s a coin toss. he isn’t that fond of things like that anyway, but mostly he’s just worried that if an enemy of his sees you with him that they’ll target you in order to hurt killua. he’ll never admit that, though.

in private it is a different story. he lets you play with his hair and likes to lay with his head in your lap. once he fell asleep like that and woke up so embarrassed even though you told him over and over that it was fine and you thought it was cute, which just made it worse. it’s rare he’s the one initiating physical affection, but it does happen. it’s slightly awkward when you first start dating though, since obviously that’s a new concept to killua. i can definitely imagine him doing that yawn and stretch move when you’re watching a movie or something, but when you reciprocate his affection killua gets all flustered.

killua has legitimately no idea what to do in a romantic relationship. hell, he doesn’t know what a good family relationship should even look like, and he never made a friend until he was like 12, so healthy relationships are a foreign concept. he will be absolutely flabbergasted when you buy him gifts every once in a while just to make him happy, and he’s shocked when you buy him chocolate robots for Valentine’s Day, and he is beyond confused when you give him compliments or tell him that you love him.

killua always admonishes you when you buy him stuff. whenever you bring him something he’ll just stare at it and scoff. “why do you even bother buying me stuff? i’m rich enough to buy your whole family and more, so why do you even bother getting me stuff like this?”

he always takes it anyway so don’t even mind him. killua has a specific place where he keeps your gifts. when he’s away from home he keeps them on him in a knapsack or wherever he’s staying at the time, but when he’s at the zoldyck mansion, killua locks everything away in a box safely hidden and always keeps the key on him so his family can’t get to it.

speaking of his family. you are definitely out of your mind if you think killua is willingly taking you to meet them. absolutely not in a million years. if ever killua does need to go back to his home for something, usually to check on alluka, you are staying wherever you are until he gets back. he will also ask gon to keep an eye on you if gon happens to be traveling with you. killua would rather his family just not know about you at all lest the zoldycks do the same to you as they sometimes do with alluka- capture you, and then hold you over killua’s head and threaten you whenever they want him to do something.

okay enough with the angsty stuff and back to how literally clueless killua is about dating. when gon who is the rizz god for some fucking reason informs him that he needs to take you out on dates, killua is blindsided. at first he just takes you places he likes to go, like the skate park or heavens arena to watch fights, but gon pulls him aside again at some point and says that he needs to take you places that you enjoy. which is something that killua is kind of stubborn about at first, but he does actually want to make you happy, so he obliges.

there’s this post on like twitter or something where this guy is talking about how since spending time with his gf she has him watching stupid shit he would never watch like twilight or grey’s anatomy. that is basically what happens with killua. he’s doing stuff with you that he never thought he would do in a million years and enjoying it for whatever reason. don’t tell anyone though because he gets so embarrassed

one of the things he found out that he likes is wearing eyeliner. you made sone offhanded comment about it and that his eyes look like a cat’s and suddenly you were doing eyeliner for him. it took a lot of convincing, but when killua sees how good it looks on him, he’s asking you to do it for him every day. eventually you teach him how to do it himself as well

killua winds up going to gon a lot for relationship advice. what does he do when you’re sad? go to gon. what should he do for your birthday? ask gon! should he get you new shoes or a new jacket? what do you think, gon?

killua rarely lets you pay for stuff. he’s rich so he doesn’t see why he should

whenever you’re on your phone or reading a book or something, killua will randomly appear behind you and put his head on your shoulder and just watch what you’re doing in silence. but if he sees you’re doing something like online shopping, just scrolling through items, killua will tap the screen whenever he sees something he likes for you. he especially likes to pick out your clothes, and he’s actually good at it. unlike the going out on dates thing, he picks out what he thinks you will like and what looks good on you. honestly killua was the only character who actually changed clothes every day in the show so he’s good with fashion lmao. most of the time he’ll buy the item for you too

killua also doesn’t mind too much if you steal his clothes, like his hoodies or hats. he might not let you take the newer stuff, but he doesn’t mind letting you parade around in his clothes. on the flip side he will also steal some of yours.

killua is very much that bf who claims “im not hungry” but then proceeds to steal half your food. so you’ve learned that whenever he says that to order twice the food

around people he knows, mainly people he doesn’t like, killua likes to show you off- but in a subtler way. like he might casually hold your hand just to show everyone “yeah, i have a partner. no big deal haha”

you literally never have to worry about killua cheating on you. he is fiercely loyal. he’s not one of those bfs that, when approached by another girl or guy, is like “oh, im sorry, but i have a partner.” nah he’s sprinting full speed in the opposite direction of whoever’s trying to approach him. either that or he’s just super rude to anyone who asks for his number or is romantically interested in him.

*cue random mf who wants him* “hi! i thought you seemed really cool and i wanted to know if-“

“nah i got a partner”

“well i just was wondering-“

“fuck out my face im dating someone”

“just-“

“hell nah”

in addition to that, killua is very much the jealous type. if you haven’t watched the phantom rouge movie go watch it rn and tell me killua isn’t jealous. anyone else who makes you smile or laugh or makes the mistake of touching you, killua instantly hates. he always makes sure to be there whenever you’re around that person. situations like that are an exception to his PDA rule- he’ll throw an arm around your shoulder or waist if he’s feeling really protective, or hold your hand. he doesn’t get jealous about gon, though- all three of you are friends and he knows for sure gon wouldn’t try anything on you in a million years.

killua may or may not go a little overboard with his jealousy at times, though. he might mistake a simple interaction for someone trying to get with you

“yo, y/n- why was that guy talking to you?”

“*long sigh* killua. how else was he going to take my order?”

killua is on the protective side and doesn’t really like for you to be out without him or gon. if you aren’t back within a certain timeframe he’ll start spamming your phone with texts and calls to make sure you’re okay.

from: killua @ 10:56 pm

“yo”

“yo”

“y/n”

“yo”

“you good”

“heLLOOOO”

“you’re supposed to answer me im your boyfriend”

“why do you hate me”

“are u alive”

“are u alive”

“come back”

“pls”

“where u at”

“it’s almost 11”

“if ur dead im going to kill u”

“ANSWER BRO”

from: y/n @ 10:57

“HOW DID YOU SEND SIXTEEN FUCKING MESSAGES IN THE SPAN OF ONE MINUTE”

from: killua @ 10:57

“:3”

#cat3ch1sm #hxh headcanons #hxh memes #killua x reader #reader x killua #killua zoldyck x reader #killua zoldyck x you #you x killua #anime #hxh imagines #hxh fic #killua hxh #killua headcanons #killua x you #reader x killua zoldyck

[luneariaa]

just smth about you working at a cafe,, and higu pays you a visit. plot is almost going nowhere hshshs,, and yes this is as fluffy as it can get lmao.

. dividers by @/cafekitsune !! 🌻

The sounds of the bells ringing from atop of the entrance door caught your attention, which is a signal that someone has walked into the cafe that you’re currently working at. The cafe itself was actually being run by one of your friends, which she had offered you a place to work there back then. 

Upon noticing the familiar face of your beloved, a happy smile immediately made its way to your face; hands automatically starting to brew some fresh hot coffee for him as usual. Higuruma didn’t need to tell you anything– you always knew his favourite drink whatsoever. 

Heck, even making some of his favourite sandwiches out of love for him. The dark-haired attorney always appreciates your efforts in ways that you possibly imagined.

By the time he’s about to make some order by the counter, you have already placed the coffee in front of him– which always, and always managed to catch him by surprise, before thanking you for your sweet and thoughtful gesture.

Higuruma sips on his coffee slowly after finding a rather reserved seat just nearby where you are; trying to savour the taste of it, yet his eyes couldn’t resist from glancing at your form occasionally. You were always so hardworking to him, and it’s one of your main traits that he finds captivating. 

“What’s with the stare?” You let a small chuckle out of you, now noticing how he begins to not shy away his constant gaze at you. He returns the same chuckle, propping one hand atop of the counter and rests his head there.

“What, I can’t appreciate looking at you and admiring your beauty?” Higuruma replies in a slightly lower tone, yet with a hint of teasing, as if to make sure you’re the only one who heard it closely.

“That’s kinda sappy,” you laughed humorously, yet also finding it actually sweet. “I appreciate that.”

His breath begins to hitch in his throat when you decide to do a bit of a bold move– gradually and slightly leaning your face closer to his, but still leaving some space for him to breathe.

“Could say the same to you, Mr. Lawyer.” 

His reaction actually satisfies you once you retreat from your initial stance; getting him all flustered that he had to loosen his tie a bit, and the clearing of his throat. Luckily, by some miracle, no one saw it.

But your co-worker friend has sent you a cheeky grin from afar, letting you have your moment alone with him, even though your shift is almost over. She’s the sweetest.

“Not so sappy when it’s just the truth.”

“But still..” You both shared a heartwarming laugh with one another. At least, you’re here to make him try to forget about his stresses from earlier cases.

“I’m not gonna take back what I’ve been saying though,” Higuruma grins lovingly at you. “I think your hard work alone would put even my skills to shame.”

“Nah, don’t sell yourself short!”

“Did anything happen today?” You finally changed the topic with another, wanting to know about your beloved instead as you gazed at him intently. All the while placing your hand atop of his as a sign of unspoken comfort.

“Got a quite difficult case today actually,” he shrugs and slouches over slightly; grasping back onto your hand with an equal affection underlying within it. 

“It’s just the usual client stuff, don’t worry. I’m handling it alright so far, but enough about me. How are things going here? How are you doing?”

A quiet exhale came from you by his answer. Even when his day isn’t really going well, he always has you in his mind instead– a trait that you find endearing, but it didn’t manage to stop the feeling of concern from resurfacing for his well-being.

“Everything’s going well here, don’t worry about me.”

“I’m so sorry that you had a rough day,” you gave your beloved a sympathetic smile. “Is there anything I can do about it?”

“Well–” His thumb brushes along your knuckles ever so tenderly, as if he’s afraid of possibly hurting you in the process. “--your presence alone is already enough for me, I promise you.”

“Just a little tired, that is. But it’ll pass soon; I’ve worked through tougher cases before.”

Knowing all too well that any attempt to shot back his statement will be futile, you eventually sighed in agreement. “Just don’t be too harsh on yourself.”

He merely nodded, not wanting to worry you any further, and lifts one of your hands up to his lips– pressing a soft kiss on it, which is enough to make you a bit of a flustered mess from his actions alone. You’re highly aware that it might be hard for him to try and do so; knowing how much of a passionate man he can be, especially anything about justice. 

“Are you able to wait for a bit more? My shift will end soon.” You tell while your eyes checked on the clock that’s hanging on the wall. “Or if you have to go back to work– I’m alright with it.”

The dark-haired attorney only gave a slight, comforting shake of his head. “Well, I do have to get some stuff back in the office.”

“I don’t think anyone’s around there at this time, so we can go there together. It won’t take long.”

“Then, we can grab some dinner outside tonight. How’s that sound?”

And who could’ve refuse such offer? It sounds amazing already for the both of you.

“That’s a deal then!”

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#this is my way to cope ig #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #hiromi higuruma #hiromi higuruma x reader #higuruma hiromi #higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma x reader #higuruma x you #jjk higuruma #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #higuruma smut #aria's post 𖥔 ݁ ˖

[harlowsbby]

Late Nights In

Requested, being laid up with Jack and the two of you just spending some much needed time alone together.

“Shit that shit hurts babe.” Jack groaned.

“It wouldn’t hurt if you just learned how to keep straight! Whenever you move I end up plucking your skin instead.” You told him and leaned his head back.

Jack was soon regretting his decision on staying in tonight instead of going on with the boys. Since Jack had just gotten back from tour all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

But he didn’t know spending time with you would lead to you plucking his eyebrow and placing a bunch of pimple patches to pimples that he didn’t even know he had.

“You were the one that was curious to know what it felt like so I’m showing you.” You told him as you concentrated on his eyebrows.

“Alright I love you but that’s enough.” He whined and pushed your hands away from his face gently. You stiffed a laugh but nonetheless sat up.

Jack’s hand were on either side of your waist as you sat on top of him. “So what do you wanna do now?”

“What do you usually do on your little self care nights when I’m not here?” He asked.

“Well I order in some food, I put a few pimple patches on my face, drink lots of lemon water.” He grimaced at the mention of lemon water.

“Okay so we won’t do the lemon water.” You laughed. “Ooo let’s do face mask and after I’ll apply the little pimple patches to you face, then we can make some food?”

“Sounds good babe.” He smiled and the two of you made your way into the bathroom.

Jack stood there as you got all of your products out, his eyebrows scrunched together when you went to place a pink headband on his head that pushed back his curls.

He didn’t mind it but it was the big pink bow on top of it that threw him off. “What is this for?” He asked.

“You use it to push your hair back whenever you do your skincare so stuff doesn’t get into your hair.” You told him. “Which mask do you wanna use?”

You held up two mask one was a aloe mask used to make your skin shine and glow and the other was a clay mask that was used to clean pores that were deep in the skin.

“Hmm let’s do the clay on last time you had me looking like a shiny diamond with the other mask.” You huffed but nonetheless placed the mask on his face.

The two of you sat there for about fifteen minutes to let the mask do it’s work. You sat on the counter while Jack stood between your legs.

“Let’s play a little game while these dry?” He suggested. “Okay what’s the game.” He grinned.

“It’s called what’s my biggest ick, we both tell one another what our biggest ick’s about each other are.”

You squinted your eyes at Jack slightly. “And what makes you think this is a good idea?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think it’s a good idea but come on I know I don’t have any bad ick’s.” You laughed.

“Okay so my biggest ick about you is the fact that you take hours to get ready.” Jack said with a smirk on his face.

“And? I’m a woman I’m gonna take hours to get ready.” You told him. “You can’t get mad they said this is good therapy for couples.” Jack said quickly.

“Okay Jack since this is good therapy.” You stated with a bitter tone.

“My biggest ick about you is the fact that you treasure those damn Pokémon cards more than me.” He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands.

“No you didn’t.” He said in disbelief.

“Did I lie? I mean come on I love Pokémon too but you literally dust off every single page everyday, you won’t even go to bed until you’ve counted each card and cleaned each card.”

You weren’t lying Jack treated his Pokémon collection like it was gold.

One night the two of you were in the bed just kissing and loving on each other when he suddenly remembered he had to go clean them.

“You know what I don’t think I wanna play this game anymore.” He mumbled making you laugh.

“Oh don’t act like that now when you just stated you can’t get mad now.” You mimicked his voice.

“But come on it’s time to take these off.” You told him and removed his mask along with your face, after you took them off you washed your face and Jack washed his.

You placed a few flower themed pimple patches on the red spots on his face and the two of you made your way downstairs.

“What are we making?” You looked through the fridge trying to find something that looked good but nothing seemed to pop out to you.

“You wanna order in some wings and fries?” Jack nodded his head and took out his wallet. “Sounds good baby.”

While the two of you waited for the food to arrive you both laid on the couch together trying to find something to watch before the food got there.

“What do you feel like watching? Something scary or something cute.”

You asked Jack as you scrolled through all the different types of movies on Netflix but Jack wasn’t paying attention though, he was focused on you.

Jack appreciated nights like this he loved how you didn’t care to spend a night in with him and that you weren’t all about the going out and being seen type vibe.

He was lucky he had someone who was understanding of his lifestyle, someone who understood him and loved him for him.

He knew nobody was perfect but you on the other hand you were perfect in his eyes at least.

“Jack?!” The sound of your voice brought him out of his little trance. There you sat with a worried look on your face. “Yeah babe?”

“I’ve been calling you name for the past five minutes are you okay?” You asked him. He smiled and nodded.

“I’m okay I’m just admiring my girl.” He grinned when you looked away but he knew you had a small smile on your face.

“Why you hiding? Lemme see that face.” He leaned up a bit on his spot from the couch and grabbed your chin and turned your face to meet his.

“You know I don’t like when you hide from me.” He said. “I know.” You mumbled.

“So why are you hiding?” You shrugged your shoulders. “You just make me nervous but in a good way.” You told him and Jack chuckled.

“I love you.” He whispered softly. “I love you too Jack but hurry up and kiss me.”

He chuckled but nonetheless pulled you into his and pressed his lips against your lips.

You felt his grip on you tighten as he moved his lips passionately against yours.

The show the two of you put on was long forgotten about now, the only thing that mattered was being wrapped up in Jack’s arms and giving him endless kisses.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[koolades-world]

Hello is hug deprived anon again (this might be becoming my name oh no) and I’ve had an idea

I’m sure we can all agree that mammon deserves all the love, especially because his brothers are too mean to him, they pretend they don’t love him too constantly

So, what if Mammon is away for a week, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or something, and MC is moping because they miss him,, like, they keep turning to their side to whisper to him and then like deflating when they see no Mammon,, and like, reaching out on that side to hold his hand and then being confused when there’s nothing there, and then they realize :( maybe they stole his blanket from his room because it smells like him, so it’s the best substitute for Mammon hugs while he’s away

Maybe Beel (idk if any of the other bros would be nice enough to tell him) is texting him like “your human is too sad come back soon” and sending him pictures of MC doing this stuff

When Mammon returns MC jumps on him for hugs like “you’re home!!!!!”

Idk I think he’d cry

I think he would feel very loved and probably also cry abt it

What you think? What do you think he’d do?

(If you choose not to write anything about this no worries obviously) (but I eventually might lol I think it’d be very cute and make him very happy to have someone who really misses him when he’s away)

HI!! haha if you want and plan to request more, feel free to pick an anon name! or I could just call you something like hug LOL

wayyy back when I first got into obey me in like 2021, there was this one specific fic I read kind of similar to his idea where mammon was upset at be mistreated and mc stood up for him and it was this cute bonding moment, and this request kinda reminded me of that!! gonna try to channel it a little bit

this idea is literally so cute and I'd be happy to write it! it makes my brain like a cat who has the zoomies hehe enjoy :D

How Ironic

You watched agonizingly as the clock ticked by even slower than usual. You'd been trying to do some sort of work, or anything other than stare at the damned clock forever now, but you just couldn't focus.

It had been exactly four days, six hours, and fifteen minutes and counting since Mammon had left for a week long promotional photoshoot in another ring of hell. You had your sad, but sweet send off and you promise yourself that time apart might be good for you. After all, it always felt like you could never get anything done with Mammon around. Yet, here you were, staring blankly at a clock with a blank piece of paper and pen in front of you.

Finally deciding to throw in the towel for now, you got up from your desk in your room. A walk to a local convivence store was in order. Snacks and fresh air wasn't a combo you could pass up. On your way out, you passed the door to his room which was slightly ajar. You briefly had the thought to poke your head in and ask him if he wanted to come, before remembering that he wouldn't be in there. You continued your walk to the front door, where you put on your shoes and grabbed a bag that had a few necessities in it for the short journey.

Thankfully, you hadn't passed any of his brothers on the way there, meaning you didn't have to explain yourself or have them ask to tag along. While you enjoyed their company, they weren't Mammon. If you needed help, you could always summon one of them thanks to the pacts, but you needed this short walk to clear your head.

The air was unfortunately stifling and overly humid outside, making you glad you were dressed light. It was basically just your pajamas but when you went out with Mammon, the two of you did this every time. As you autopiloted to your favorite corner store, your thoughts wandered back to Mammon again. You wondered how he was doing and if he missed being at home. You couldn't blame him if he didn't and hoped he was enjoying his time away from home as much as you wished he was by your side.

Once you got to the store, you wandered around for a bit, debating what to get. After grabbing a small basket, you began to pile in various things that sounded good. Once the basket was full, you came to the realization that all the snacks were Mammon's favorites; hell sauce flavored instant noodles, Chaos Devil Cider and ginger ale to mix, Devilbee honey popcorn, and a variety pack of Devildom gummies. This is what he introduced you to the first time you did a snack run together. You decided, in light of this discovery, to buy extras for him for when he got back. You figured he would enjoy it and it was the least you could do to thank him for introducing you to so many tasty things you would've not tried otherwise. Once you checked out, you returned back to the House of Lamentation with a new skip in your step.

You made your way back up to your room, and passed the ajar door of Mammon's room again. Memories of the two of you together flooded back again, and you couldn't help but step in. Just being in his room was like he was really right next to you again. You couldn't help but sit on his sofa and think about how much you missed him even though it hadn't even been a full week. His absence made you realize how much you missed his presence. After a moment, you decide to leave the snacks you bought for him on his bedside table so his brothers were less likely to wander in and find them before him.

As you were setting down everything you'd gotten for him, you something caught your eye just about to fall off the end of his bed. After you picked it off the edge of his bed, you realized it was the hoodie he always wore around the house. It was faded from lots of usage and the strings were fraying. You knew it smelt like his cologne and his shampoo from all of the tight embraces he'd given you while wearing it. You for sure thought he would've taken it with him, but it looked as if he had thrown it off last minute and thrown it on his bed without looking back.

Looking around as if someone might be watching (which could very well be the case since Lucifer was notoriously quiet), you pulled it to your chest and deeply inhaled. Of course, there was the chance that it was dirty, but you couldn't care less. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen of him before. Since there really wasn't anything stopping you, you took it back to your room with you. You weren't even really that cold, in all honesty. It was more of the idea that he was right next to you since it smelt just like him.

You continued your night like you had before you left, just with his hoodie on. You were magically much more productive wearing it and you managed to get several things done. Usually, you would be chatting with Mammon on the phone at about this time to talk about how your days were, but he was unfortunately busy with something work related. Instead, you decided to send him a sweet goodnight text and send a picture of your set up with the food and the show you've been watching one episode at a time. Not expecting a response before you called it a night, you turn your phone off and focused on eating and watching tv.

Beel wasn't sure what woke him up first: his stomach or Mammon blowing up his phone. Sitting up in his bed, he peered at his screen, squinting at it. He had at least twenty texts from his brother asking him to check on Mc for him after they hadn't responded to his texts. He wasn't sure if Mammon knew they were probably asleep or if he was just worrying for no reason. Either way, he decided to check on them for him anways. After his kitchen run, of course.

After letting Mammon know, he got out of bed and left his room. On his way to the kitchen, however, he ended up following the smell of cup noodles to Mc's room. There, he was able to complete both of his missions. He snapped a picture of Mc fast asleep with a couple half finished snacks, then took the snacks. Mission complete.

Mammon was only halfway through the only kind of dumb business dinner when he spammed Beel about Mc. He was more worried than he would admit to himself about them. He knew it was probably nothing and that they had fallen asleep, but Beel was usually awake at this time eating anyways. The food was nice and he was the star of the show, but the dinner was much too stifling for his taste. Most importantly, it was cutting into his precious time with Mc, something he looked forward to at the end of every day. He loved getting to hear their voice after being away from them for so long. He missed getting to see them in person, but getting to hear them was next best.

As he was poking at his food, he finally got the response he was waiting hand and foot on. Beel had responded with just an image at first, so he scrambled to open it. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was a picture of his beloved Mc fast asleep in their bed. You looked so peaceful but your face was barely visible because of the hood pulled up over your eyes. After squinting, he realized the hoodie you were wearing looked oddly familiar. He realized that that was his hoodie, the one he'd left on his bed when he was late the morning he left.

He could barely contain his excitement and it must had been evident on his face since those around him glanced at him, and then between each other a few times. He saved the photo to his phone, and texted Beel back a thanks. As everyone talked around him, he debating asking to leave the shoot early right then and there. If he left right now, he would be able to make it home before you woke up. While he entertained this thought for a while, eventually he decided to stick it out since there were only a few days left. As soon as he was allowed to leave, however, he would buy you something with the paycheck he'd be given. Something nice, maybe a gold bracelet that would remind you of him when you see it. He spent the rest of the night thinking, then dreaming about you. He could only hope you were doing the same. (you were <3)

After those final two and a half agonizing days and many texts later, it was finally time for Mammon to return home. For now, he decided to leave his car parked just outside the house, since he may or may not have been planning to take you out to dinner later that day. As soon as he walked in the door, one of his suitcases in tow, something, or rather someone, attacked him with a flying hug. At first, he was processing the situation as Mc began to squeal and squeeze him as tight as they could into a hug. He wasn't really sure where they had come from, but he knew who it was as soon as their arms were around him.

"MAMMON!" Mc swung the both of them around, buzzing with excitement. "Diavolo, I missed you so much. I don't want to let go of you. If you don't take me with you next time, I might die of sadness and loneliness!" Their arms were around his neck, and their face in his chest. He finally let go of his suitcase and hugged them back. He held them close, shutting his eyes for a moment to take it all in.

"I missed ya too. 's good to be back." He, again, couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. His brothers never expressed themselves the way Mc was to him in that moment, so he wasn't quite sure how to feel. They never seemed excited to see him, so it was so refreshing to see Mc visibly excited and made him feel truly loved. All their time apart was worth moments like these.

As MC was squealing, a few of his brothers began to gather around the foyer around them. Perhaps they heard them, or maybe they knew he'd be back today at around this time. Either way, he waved at them, still keeping an arm around Mc.

"Guys! Mammon is back." Mc nuzzled his neck, still holding onto him.

"We can see that." Belphie remarked, sounding unamused. Mammon's smile faded a little. So, they didn't care that he was back, did they? He should've expected that from them. Actually, they probably wished he'd been gone for longer with the way they treated him sometimes.

"I talked to you guys about this. I don't expect you to do what I'm doing, but you need to show him you're happy he's back. You can't lie, he's irreplaceable! I don't know what I'd do without him, and I missed him so much." Just like that, Mc's words lifted him back up. Suddenly, he was no longer upset that his brothers didn't care. He had the attention and care from the person he thought about the entire time he was gone. "Shame on you all. Don't expect me to talk to you for the next few days. Let's get your things from the car, and go upstairs. We have so much to catch up on!" Mc only let go of his neck to grab his hand instead. They dragged him back out of the house, shutting the door with their foot behind the two of them.

"Mc, ya didn't have to do all that fer me..." Mammon glanced back at the shut door. His brothers didn't open it, or try to follow them.

"But I did! You're my first man, after all. I really can't express how much I missed you and just saying it doesn't feel like enough." They reached into the trunk of his car to begin taking out his suitcases. Mammon moved them aside gently, not wanting them to do even more for him that he felt as if he didn't deserve.

Mammon was silent for a moment, then decided to go digging through his backpack for the bracelet he'd bought for you. He hoped it would make it easier to tell you how he felt. "Here, this is fer you." He presented the small, black box to them. Looking caught off guard, they accepted it and opened it carefully. Your mouth dropped open as you saw the golden piece of jewelry he bought for you on the drive back.

"Mammon! This is beautiful. Thank you so much! But, I don't understand why. What's the occasion?" You removed it from the box and held it up to the light to study it. Several small charms hung off of it.

"That's the thing. There isn't one." He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet before continuing. "I just... yer so good to me. Ya texted me daily, called me daily, thought about me while I was gone, and even waited fer me like that so ya could surprise me when I got back. Ya care, and I know I'm not the best with showin' I care and it makes me feel shitty. Thank you, fer everythin'. I really missed ya." He couldn't see how Mc reacted, but was essentially tackled into another hug again by them.

"Mams, you show me you care in little ways. Just because you don't say it, doesn't mean that you don't. You just being back here with me is more than enough." He immediately thought about how ironic the entire situation was. He never actually told them how he felt and treated them like garbage sometimes, and he thought it might've been pushing the person he cared for most away, but really, he never had to worry about that. he'd never considered that they could see past his inability to admit his feelings. He hugged them back, savoring the moment since this time they were alone.

"Thank you Mc." He held back happy tears.

"No, thank you! Thank you for always being by my side. Now, instead of actually unpacking, let's just lock the car and sneak back inside. Maybe they'll eventually feel sorry and come looking for us, but we'll actually be hiding right under their noses. It'll be like a spy mission." Mc giggled leaning back to see his face. Mammon let them look him in the eyes, glistening tears and all.

"Yeah, let's do that. We can watch that movie ya wanted to watch and just share headphones." He found himself joining in with the quiet laughing along to something he wasn't sure either of them really understood. Something he did understand however, was that he knew he was loved back by the one he loved the most, and couldn't ask for more.

#almost published this unfinished and with all the notes I leave to myself #wouldve been so embarrased #if i have a million ideas but no time i just kinda word vomit it all out so later me can use the ideas in the way now me intended #and so i don't forget lol #i'm very forgetful lol #hug deprived anon! #obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me beel #obey me mammon #grr had a whole battle with the divider the entire time I wrote #not proofread lol #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[addicted-to-dc]

GK!Jason Todd x Bookseller!Reader - So Wilde

Yes, it's spelled like that for a reason XD. You can have another fic today, a gift from me to you. I love the little easter eggs and details in the Gotham Knights game so damn much.

Content: Fluff, accidental (illegal) drug use. Pretty tame, but I love this story so much.

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Gotham has its ups and downs when it comes to being a resident, but no one can deny the beauty of the city itself. The amount of history in one block alone would make a visiting historian go crazy if it weren’t for the villains that plague the city.

Luckily for you, you’re in a neighborhood that’s well protected by the remaining vigilantes in the city. Most visitors to Wilde’s Books have mentioned Batman’s never-ending absence, but you usually reassure them that there’s more than just Batman in Gotham.

Leaning back, you continue to read your novel as the door opens. The bell rings loud enough for you to just notice. Leaning forward, you see it’s your favorite customer, Jason. Smiling, you bookmark your spot and stand up.

“Jason! Good to see you, I have your order right here,” you say, turning around to snag a group of bound books on a shelf. “I swear you’re going to read through the whole store at this rate.”

He chuckles, “It’s for the home library. It’s seriously overdue for new additions.”

You place the books on the counter, removing the receipt before sliding them closer to Jason. Suddenly, you remember what you were holding for him. “One sec, I have other stuff for you.”

Turning around, you dig around in your secret stash until you finally find two books. You know he’s going to love these. Dramatically, you place the additional books next to his order. Jason shakes his head with a chuckle, used to your antics, but his laugh gets cut short.

“Oh my god, you found it?”

He instantly picks up one of the books, a rare first edition of his favorite series he’s always ranting about. His eyes drift to the other book. It’s the follow-up novel.

“Both of them? You’ve really outdone yourself this time, (Y/N),” he says. He goes to pull out his wallet, but you shake your head.

“On the house, you practically keep this store open with your spending habits,” you smirk, reaching for a tote bag. “Plus, I owe you for the food last time.”

Your smile fades as you feel a sudden zing of pain run through your head. Massaging your temples, you try to massage the pain away.

“You good, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, the pain slowly subsiding. “I picked up my meds yesterday and apparently, they switched to a new brand or something.”

Your hand immediately reaches for a tote bag to place the books in, needing to possibly close the shop and sit down. Everything feels too loose, the divide between your thoughts and actions quickly blurring. Sudden heat rushes over your body, morphing into pins and needles before you find yourself on the ground.

Jason crouches next to you. You’re unable to hear his words for a few seconds, until you finally come to your senses. “What happened?”

“You passed out. You need to stop taking these meds, clearly, they’re not helping,” he explains, slowly helping you lean up. “How’s your head?”

“Haven’t had any complaints yet,” you chuckle, a wince quickly appearing on your face. “Okay, one complaint.”

Your hand drifts to the back of your head, feeling around until you find a sizeable goose egg. Damn, you probably have a concussion.

“I’m gonna pick you up, okay?” he asks, waiting for you to nod. “I’m going to sit you on the counter.”

He lifts you up effortlessly, like you weigh as light as a book, and places you gently on the counter. You hold onto him tightly, head spinning as it tries to find its equilibrium again.

“Haven’t been this fucked up since college,” you joke, leaning slightly to the right until Jason intervenes. “Never had these symptoms before.”

He quickly sends a text on his phone before pocketing it, one of his hands on your waist to keep you from falling again. “Do you have the pill bottle on you?”

“Below the register, red bag,” you answer, watching as he digs through your random belongings until he finally finds it.

“Dr. Q?” He examines the bottle of pills, reading over the label until he receives a message. Jay quickly reads it. “How many doses have you taken?”

“Only two. What’s going on, Jay?”

He sighs, weighing his options before finally answering. “Dr. Q as in Harley Quinn?”

Your eyes widen as soon as he says the name, “What?!”

“You didn’t take enough, don’t worry,” he reassures you. “A few more and then we’d be worrying. Can you close the shop? You need to get food in your system to ride this out.”

You nod, “I will if it’s Big Belly Burgers.”

“You read my mind, let’s get you out of here,” he smiles, helping you to your feet. “Can’t have my favorite bookseller in such a state.”

His words make a huge smile grow on your face, but he misses it as he turns around to grab his books from the counter. Hope blooms in your chest. Maybe there is a chance with your favorite bookworm, but you’ll wait for another day. He opens the door, guiding you out until you’re outside and the door is locked.

Your eyes wander around until your eyes meet with his motorcycle. He stares at it, too, most likely thinking the same thing as you.

“Yeah, we’re not doing that. You okay with the bus?”

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[therapycat21]

All Right Now Part 8

Travis Kelce x Famous!Reader Description: The reader catches the eye of famous footballer Travis.

Warnings: None

Social Media AU

BIG MOMENT YALL!

“You don’t think I’m crazy?” I asked Brittany. After I basically told Travis I was ready whenever he was, I kept seeing moments where he might do it but then he didn’t. She touches my hands from where she sits across from me at the restaurant “No I don’t think you’re crazy, but I cannot say what he told Pat, I’ve been sworn to secrecy.” she laughs. I groan in annoyance “Ugh, all of this is nerve-wracking, It’s like I don’t know what to do with myself Like I’m twiddling my thumbs all day. In reality, I should be preparing for my Vevo performance” I tell her, taking a sip of my diet coke.

She claps her hands slightly “Oh my god, when is that?” she asks excitedly. “It’s this Wednesday, I’ll be filming all of the performances then it will be out publicly that Friday,” I tell her. We finish eating and decide to head back to my home.

Back Home

Waving bye as Brittany drives off I shut the door before making my way into the kitchen where Travis stands at the counter cooking ribs for us. I walk up to where he is putting my arms around his back, and cuddling into him “I missed you today” He rubs where my hands are connected to his stomach before turning to face me ”I missed you too, what’s you and Brittany do?” He asks “We had some drinks then just talked for a bit, what did you do today?” I asked him. “Just ran some errands for Pasta, got some groceries, and stopped by a few stores on the way home.” He responds.

I nod before reaching up and giving him a kiss “Okay, well I’m gonna head upstairs and write for a bit okay?” I ask him, and he smiles turning back to making dinner “Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit. Oh, by the way, we have that thing tonight okay?” he says. I look at him confused “What thing?” I question, and all I get from him is a smirk “A thing, just dress pretty and you’ll find out later tonight, now go, I’ll call you when dinner is ready”. Confused and standing in the doorway I give him a nod and make my way upstairs.

2 Hours Later 

Resting after dinner, lying on the couch, both of us scrolling aimlessly through TikTok.  “Alright, let’s go get ready” Travis breaks the silence, nudging me to get up, I look at him.

“What exactly am I supposed to wear for this event you won’t tell me about?” I question confused he smiles before pushing me towards the steps “Do you have a comfortable dress?” he asks, I nod my head before we both walk towards our sides of the closet. 

As I’m sifting through my dresses, out the corner of my eye I see him grab a nice dress shirt and pants before leaving the room to the bathroom. Weird cause he usually just changes in front of me. Shaking my head at his weird behavior I find a comfortable and flowy dress and a pair of sandals that match. 

I finish fixing my hair in the mirror and gather my stuff before meeting Travis by the front door. “Okay, I’m all ready,” I tell him, He grabs my hand pulling me into a hug, holding my face in his palms.

"I love you, you know that?” I smile fondly at him before nodding softly, I reach my palm up towards his bearded face “Yeah” I say softly. He nods his head before we break and he reaches behind me to open the front door, ushering me towards the car.

At the restaurant

As we sit down, we both glance over the menu before the waiter comes over to ask for our drink order. As the waiter leaves to grab our drinks we talk for a bit, about my Vevo performance coming up soon and when his next game is.

As were finishing up dinner, we started to walk out of the restaurant to the car "Hey, how bout we walk for a bit, that park I was telling you about is over here" Travis told me guiding us in the direction of the park. We stroll for a bit before we come across a clearing where I see Brittany, Pat, the kids, Jason, Kylie, the kids, and their mom with my mother standing next to her.

In shock I turn around to face Travis "Wha-?" he smiles big before guiding us past the family, who I wave to before he guides us to the clearing in front where candles are laid out with my favorite flowers scattered on the ground.

Travis moves in front of me before getting down onto his knee "Oh my god, is this real right now" I ask him laughing with tears starting to brew in my eyes. He laughs, nodding his head "this is definitely real right now baby" he tells me, I can see tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Baby, I never thought I would find someone like you, you came into my life very quick and very unexpected and I could never be happier. For some, this may seem way too soon but I believe that if you know it's right then go for it full force, no hesitation, I love you so much, and I can never see my life without you" He reaches in his pocket pulling out a black velvet box. He opens the lid "will you marry me baby?" he asks me.

I can see his hands shaking with nerves. With my hands covering my face I nod my head with tears in my eyes "I want nothing more than to marry you baby" I tell him. He takes the gorgeous ring out of the box slipping it onto my ring finger before standing up and pulling me into a bone-crushing hug and kissing me repeatedly.

We stand embraced before I finally hear the whooping and hollering from where the families sit. We look over without letting each other go to see Jason Jumping up and down excitedly with my mom who is crying hugging Donna. Me and Travis look at each other before bursting out into a belly laugh together.

We take a few pictures of ourselves before getting one with everyone before we clean up and we all head out for some celebratory ice cream.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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[bucknastysbabe]

I’m lovin’ it - Aegon II

This is straight crack like I mean if you read this more than once you’re entitled to go do meth behind a strip mall and work overnight stocking. This is for Chris you big fat dirty white bitch why’d you take me off the motherfuckin schedule with yo triflin ass- @teamaemond

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Loser Stoner McDonald’s Worker!Aeg, modern universe, meet fuck, play place defiled more than usual, doggystyle, dirty talk, pnv!sex, I did not beta I just word vomited aggressively

A/N: based off the crazy ass anon that asked if Aegon would fuck in a McDonald’s play place and I couldn’t help but lose my shit

So McDonald’s wasn’t really twenty-four hours in your town. Too small. 10 o’clock would roll around and they usually had one or two workers and every machine was ‘broken’ by then. No really. They told you one time their hot was broken. You asked for coffee.

But you needed some coffee and some fries before going into an all-nighter studying at the local community college in the area. Hopefully the ‘hot’ wasn’t broken or the weird foot guy was working the night shift. You liked the stupid blonde, he was cute and flirty. Usually he would give you free stuff. Argan? Argon…something weird like that.

Walking into the desolate McDonald’s you breathed a sigh of relief at the blonde working tonight. No foot talks. He seemed bored and positively stoned out of his gourd, leaning against the counter. The man drawled, “How can I help you?”

You came closer and snatched at his name tag, making him yelp. Aegon. You snickered, “Aegon. What kinda name is that?” He grimaced and spat back, “A family one. I’m trying to go home early- so what’s the order.” He had a cute blush on his pale cheeks, pale orbs staring you down.

“Uh just a medium coffee and same for the fries. That’s all.”

“That’s a stupid order,” he commented while ringing it up.

You gave him a look, mouth gaping. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Aegon smirked, “I don’t know, I’m about to close, I have all this leftover food and you want a coffee and fries. That’ll be three-oh-eight.” You handed him a five and teased, “Why don’t you eat the leftovers? You’re like…high as balls right now.” Aegon’s lips pouted and he sniffed, “I’m not trying to be one of those fat fuck stoners.”

You raised a brow at his slightly softened midsection and stifled a laugh. Violet eyes narrowed at you and he turned around to make your food. Plopping yourself on the counter you asked, “Soooo, you got siblings?”

“Yes.”

“Are they blonde too.”

“…Yes.”

“Oh. I graduated with Aemond.”

“He’s a dick.”

You laughed and agreed wholeheartedly. Aegon handed you the coffee and fries, having grabbed himself some nuggets in the meantime. He grumbled, “I gotta close soon.” You shrugged, “You don’t want company?”

A brow raised, heat coming across his eyes, “What kind of company are we talking about babe?”

Well.

Aegon had his standard black pants down, fucking you bent over the likely germ infested ball pit of the play place. He said there were no cameras in there…which had to be a total liability. No matter the issue he could fuck and had a nice cock.

His warm hands gripped your hips as he panted in staccato breaths, moaning, “Fuuuck, you’re fucking tight!”

You haphazardly flailed across the balls, unable to gain purchase as he fucked pathetic little ‘ah ah ah’s’ out of you. Reaching back to grab a boney wrist you whined, “C-can we- fuckshit- pleaAse find another spot! I-I d-oooon’t want a needle in ME! Goddamn!”

Aegon laughed, stupidly composed in his situation as he eased you down to the padded floor, hand now on the small of your back to push towards a better angle. You cried out as his cock drug along your sweet spot, pulling and stretching all the right walls. The blonde swatted a hand across your bouncing ass, huffing, “God- you’re gonna make me blow too fast, sh-shit.”

One of his gorgeous hand snuck down between your thighs to get at your swollen clit, sometimes sliding around where his cock stretched your cunt out. You mewled at the obscene feeling, wailing his name. The walls of your pussy were fluttering now, ecstasy taking a hold of body and mind. Chewing on your bottom lip, you thrust back to meet Aegon’s hips in wet slaps, hoarsely moaning.

“Oh Christ,” he whimpered under his breath, tone still low and raspy. Your legs were shaking, Aegon having to pull you up to keep from sliding flush to the ground. He leaned over your sweaty back, cooing in your ear with a playful nip, “Feels that good huh? You’re a needy little thing.”

“‘M gonna cum,” you squeaked with frantic eyes.

He began to nip and lap at your neck, disgustingly hot.

His fingers pinched and tugged at your clit, sending you over the edge with a careening wail, seizing up and milking his thick cock with rhythmic squeezes. Aegon stuttered on a breath, gasping for air as he quickly pulled out and painted your ass with hot cum. The idiot fell back onto his ass, you laying flat on the floor now.

You panted, pussy throbbing in the best way. Aegon moaned in content, “Needed that.” Finally pushing yourself off the floor you retied your ponytail and scoffed, “Yeah I’m not getting any studying done tonight.”

Aegon laughed, an endearing giggle, full lips stretched into a smile. He cocked his head and offered, “We can make this a full time…deal if you wanna help me close up? I’ll make it worth your while.” Then he gave you a cringeworthy wink. You found yourself grinning uncontrollably at the loser, accepting his proposition.

Besides, what’s wrong with a good fuck in the McDonald’s play place from a hot blonde?

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[astermath]

sweet like you🍓pt. 2

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: carmen helps you out with perfecting your pastries to present them to your boss. you spend time getting to know each other in the place he knows best; the kitchen. things take a slight turn when you get back to your apartment.

word count: 3.1K

PART 1

notes: I really enjoy writing carmen tbh, I guess writing him is my way to giving his character some peace outside of his usually extremely stressful life. this got suuuper long im so sorry sdfgshj i got kinda carried away.  let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further carmen berzatto related content!

warnings: mentions of suicide/death, addiction, use of alcohol, cursing

Carmen hated nights.

At least during the day, he was forced to do things, be productive, talk to people, keep his mind occupied. But at night, it was just him. Alone with his thoughts. The only thing keeping him company his cynical mind and deranged dreams.

That night was no different.

Carmen woke up in a cold sweat, hand clutching at his chest as he sat up. He nearly gasped for air, and upon noticing how shaky he was, got up to splash his face with cold water. That didn’t help much either, so he went to his balcony (if one could even call it that), and lit a cigarette. The sun was already coming up, and he knew he wasn’t getting much sleep again feeling like this.

He sighed, smoke emitting from his nose as he pulled out his phone. You’d replied already, even given a time. Reading your words made him feel slightly more at ease, slightly more... Real. A reminder of his obligations to the people around him, but also, and he’d never admit this, something to look forward to.

[carmen]: absolutely, see you then

Your next shift went by smoothly, as per usual. The French themed café you worked at had become such a big part of your life, not that you minded, you were in love with it. And as much as she’d deny it, you could tell the owner had taken a liking to you. You heard from the barista that most waitresses would get fired within a month or so, but you’d stuck around for three now. 

“She said you have a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’... I think you remind her of her younger self.” Your colleague said while pouring out a cup of coffee. 

“Right,” you took a tray and readied another order. “You sure you didn’t imagine that? I don’t remember Odette ever saying something nice to me before.”

“Not to your face, no.” She grinned, putting the cup on your tray. “I’m sure you’ll get her to put some of your stuff on the menu, she just has to warm up to it.”

“Yeah, just,” you grabbed the tray, balancing it with ease. “Give me a few decades to work her through that.” You both chuckled as you walked off to continue your work.

Carmen stood across the street, looking through the window of the café. Shit, he was way too early, and that wasn’t even usually like him. He’d left the Beef over to Sydney while he was gone, telling her he had something important to take care of. And although that wasn’t entirely untrue, he wasn’t sure she’d agree if she found out he was hanging out at some café.

He slipped into the place rather sneakily, deciding that if he was gonna have to wait, he might as well do it in there. It had been a while since he’d been inside, usually just to get a quick coffee or something, and he’d never paid much attention to the décor before. He was kind of impressed, despite being smack dab in the middle of Chicago, the café had a true Parisian feel too it. Sure, he’d never been to Paris, but he could imagine this was pretty close.

He sat down at a booth near a window and stared outside. He felt a bit uneasy just... waiting. There were so many things he still had to do, so many debts to pay off, things to consider, to change--

“Carmen? Is that you?” 

Your voice snapped him out his train of thoughts, it almost felt like a ray of sunshine breaking through a dark cloud. He turned and saw you holding a menu, dressed in a cute dress and an apron. 

“Yeah, I uh... Got here a bit too early, my bad.” He gave an apologetic, halfhearted smile. 

“It’s no worries,” you handed him the menu. “You can just enjoy a coffee or something while you wait! What would you like?” You pulled out a notepad and a pen.

“Oh, uh... Christ...” His eyes squinted as he scanned the laminated menu. “Am I goin’ crazy or is this all in French?”

“Nope,” You chuckled. “It is. When I told you the menu hadn’t changed, I meant really, nothing has changed.”

“Fuck, alright, uhm... Just a regular coffee then.” He handed the menu back. “Please.”

“Comin’ right up!” You chirped, and he watched you make your merry way back into the kitchen. He could’ve sworn you damn near floated by how excited you seemed. He didn’t really understand it. You worked a waitress job where you weren’t allowed to change anything, you had to work early on Saturdays to help your family out and he could have guessed you probably still had time to maintain a healthy social life. It almost annoyed him how well balanced you seemed.

But someone as cute as you couldn’t possibly annoy him. 

He received his coffee not long after, thanking you and admiring the porcelain for a moment. The more he noticed about this place, the more... Uneasy he felt. He didn’t realize why, and he kept mulling it over until long after he’d finished his drink.

Ah.

Because the Beef looked like a garbage dump compared to this.

And he owned that garbage dump.

He hated himself a little for comparing the two, they weren’t comparable at all besides both serving food and drinks, but the fact that you were only two blocks away didn’t help. And he was about to be helping you too, his competition.

The crew would kill him if they knew where he was at.

You worked on closing up, cleaning a few last cups and arranging them neatly before walking back to Carmen’s table. “Hope you enjoyed your coffee my good sir, but I must request you to join me in the kitchen, for I have prepared a mighty array of desserts for thou.” You grinned.

“Alright, alright, I get it.” He got up, ready to follow. “Don’t I gotta pay for that coffee?”

“S’on the house. Come on, we’ve got pastries to try!”

The kitchen closely resembled the rest of the establishment, although much more homely. It was small, doable, but just a little cramped. 

You pulled out two stools for the two of you to sit on, before going to the fridge and taking out a tray. “Alright, so...” You put it down on the counter. “Here we’ve got classic cheesecake with a cinnamon cookie crust,” you pointed at each dessert, “a cream strawberry tart, and last but not least,” your fingers fluttered in a ‘jazz hands’ way, “tiramisu topped with fresh strawberries.”

Carmen scanned the tray before him. The presentation was immaculate, but he found that often with these types of desserts the looks were better than the taste. He hoped that wasn’t the case.

You sat across him, more nervous than you initially expected to be, as he tried each of the desserts. He had some notes about each one, as expected, you were just an amateur cook, but you could tell his eyes lit up a little when he tried the tiramisu. 

“Mm,” He hummed, putting his spoon back in for another bite. “Shit, that’s fire chef...”

“Chef?” You raised an eyebrow. No one had ever called you that before.

“Sorry,” He swallowed, “Freudian slip, my bad.”

You chuckled. “No, no, I don’t mind... The tiramisu is a family recipe, actually. My nana used to make it all the time.” A nostalgic smile graced your face. 

“Those are usually the best.” He thinks back at the food him and Mikey used to make when they were younger, and somehow, it makes the tiramisu taste even better. “So, anything else you wanna add?”

“Oh!” You were a little caught off guard by his question. “Uhm, well... Now that you mention it, I’d love to add macarons, to play into the French theme of the café. I’ve just never been able to get them right, and trust me, I’ve tried.”

Carmen puts away the empty glass cup. “Do you want me to teach you?”

“Huh?” You were sure you misunderstood at first, but the look he gave you was telling you he was at least expecting an answer. “Uh... Sure, yeah! I’d love to! I think we still have all the ingredients here from my last attempt too.”

“Great.” He got up, clasping his hands together. “Let’s get to bakin’, chef.”

The two of you stood next to each other at the counter. His jacket was off, now replaced with a baby pink frilly apron, supposedly the only one you had. You’d been relatively quiet, mostly focusing on taking his advice and following instructions. But as he was sifting almond powder, and you were beating egg whites, he had this strange urge to fill the silence. It was weird, usually he preferred working quietly, but it was almost strange to hear you not talking when you were there.

“So... You’re not from Chicago, are you?” He kept his eyes on the sifter.

You grinned, still whisking away. “What gave it away?”

“You smile a lot,” he took the bowl from you and held it upside down to check the consistency of the egg whites, “and I haven’t seen you light a single cigarette.” He put the bowl back and started weighing off some sugar. “So either you’re not from here, or I want whatever drugs you’re taking.”

You chuckled at his remark, finding his self deprecating humor quite amusing. “No, you’re right. I grew up on my parents’ farm, though it’s not too far from here, I never really came close to the city. Moved here about three months ago, so I haven’t explored much.” You took the sugar from him and gradually started adding it to the egg whites. “What about you? Born and raised?”

“What gave it away?” He joked back. “Born, raised, moved away for culinary school, worked in New York, now I’m back.” He sighed. Being back in Chicago was... Strange. Because after not having seen his brother for literal years, he was now constantly confronted with everything that reminded him of Mikey. Including his business.

“Interesting.” You started working together the mixture, sneaking glances at his face every now and then to gage his reaction. “So... What brought you back?”

A longer silence followed your question, and you could tell his hands even stopped moving for a moment. Suddenly he seemed tense, and you worried if your question had struck a cord. 

He swallowed, eyes fixated on the ingredients before him. “My brother.”

“Oh! Well, I’m sure he’s happy to see you back.” You offered a kind smile.

“Yeah, I uh... I’m not sure he would be.” He glanced at you, eyes quickly darting back to the vanilla extract he was measuring out, uncomfortable with eye contact when he talked about Mikey. “He died.” His eyebrow twitched slightly. “Suicide.”

You stop whisking for a moment to look at him, and you can tell his face had reddened. You feel awful for pressing him on such a sensitive subject, but you had no idea.

The two of you continue to prepare the batter in complete silence for a good minute. Both of you feel bad. Him, for dumping this information on you, and you, for even asking about it.

“I’m sorry,” you speak up, filling up a piping bag with batter, “I had no idea.”

“S’okay,” He runs his hand through his hair, a nervous tic, almost. “I’ve been trying to talk more about it. Especially since I kinda run his business now.”

“Well, if it counts for anything,” You give him another sweet smile, and this time, it does actually make him feel a little better. Silently, he wished they could put the feeling your smiles gave in pills, so he could take those instead. “I think he’d be proud of you.”

He doesn’t reply. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t know if he agrees. He doesn’t know what Mikey would think, and from what he’s heard from Richie, he’s not even sure if he would recognize the person his brother had become through his addiction. But the possibility is there, and you reminding him of it was enough. For now, at least.

He noticed you struggling with the piping bag and got behind you, hands sneaking over yours to help you hold it correctly. “There we go.”

Carmen doesn’t seem to notice how close he is to you. Or how warm your face had gotten. Or how the way he smelled was distracting you from listening to what he was saying. Cigarettes, coffee and sandalwood... A strange, but not unappealing mix of scents. 

You turn your head just a slight bit and catch a glimpse of his blue eyes. They were so bright, piercing almost, but they held such a profound sadness behind them. You wondered what else they held, what other stories he struggled to talk about.

Carmen noticed you weren’t watching what you were doing and looked up, accidentally meeting your eyes now. And then he realized how close he was, cheeks growing flushed like a teenage boy as he let go of your hands and took a step back, clearing his throat. “Shit, uh... My bad.”

You chuckled nervously. “It’s fine, I appreciate the help.” You leaned down to preheat the oven.

“Yeah… Anytime.”

A while after, the two of you were presented with perfect, pink tinted macarons. You smile proudly, hands on your hips as you admire the final product in front of you. “Man, we really nailed those, huh?”

Carmen smiles, a little sleepily. It was starting to get dark outside and he hadn’t even had dinner yet, but he felt bad about having to interrupt your baking session. Usually when he was in the kitchen he was focused, collected, he was making a product that he had to be proud of. But he’d been open to you, he’d laughed, he almost felt… Relaxed. Maybe that’s why he was feeling sleepy.

That, or the insane lack of sleep was catching up to him once more.

You looked outside and noticed that the sun was going down. “Shit, how long have we been here?” You checked the time on your phone. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I had no idea it already got this late... Uh, if you want I’ll drive you home?”

“Yeah, that would be--” His sentence got cut off by the sound of his stomach growling loudly. The two of you stayed quiet for a moment as Carmen put a hand over his abdomen, clearing his throat, a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I uh... I haven’t eaten anything today besides those desserts earlier.”

Now you really felt guilty. Not only had you kept him at the café for way longer than you should have, but you were nearly making the poor guy starve. “Tell ya what,” You handed him his jacket and took off your apron. “How ‘bout you come back to my apartment and I’ll make us both dinner. I’m no expert chef like you, but I can cook a mean pasta!”

He hesitated for a moment. He hadn’t been to someone else’s apartment in so long, let alone someone he was interested in. But he supposed it was better than being alone in his apartment again, probably heating up a shitty frozen meal because he was too tired to cook.

Your apartment was nice. Well, nicer than his at least, although that probably didn’t mean much. For only having lived there for three months, he could tell you’d really added your own touch to the place.

“Welcome to mi casa!” You playfully bowed, allowing him to enter and closing the door behind you two. You tossed your keys onto the counter and took off your coat, ready to get to cooking. “You can settle on the couch, put something on, I got Netflix if you want. I’ll have dinner made in just a sec!”

Carmen moved with caution. This was... Unknown territory. He knew you were probably just being friendly, but this was a pretty big step for him. He had his boundaries, his walls firmly set, and you were jumping over them like it was nothing. It was just... Easier with you, somehow. To open up, to talk.

Not long after he’d chosen something to watch, you arrived with two deep plates of pesto pasta with mozzarella and diced tomatoes. “There we go, I always make this when I don’t feel like cooking.” You handed him a plate and a fork, before settling down next to him. Your couch wasn’t that big, so your shoulders were touching the entire time.

The two of you were watching a cooking competition, something you didn’t realize would revitalize Carmen so much. Not because he liked it so much, but because he was so focused on the mistakes the contestants were making, and felt the need to point every single one of them out to you. Your two plates stood empty on the coffee table, along with a bottle of red wine and two, very empty glasses. 

“Now, see this,” he pointed at the TV, “can’t believe they’re even allowed to air this, this is a disgrace to cooking. The fuckin’ idiot hasn’t touched a single spice this entire episode!”

The both of you were both kind of tipsy, and you were leaning against him now, smiling to yourself as you tried to withhold laughter from every serious comment he made.

“And now--” He looked at you and realized you were hanging on for dear life not to break out in giggles. “What’s so funny?” He asked with a grin.

“N-Nothing, nothing!” You chuckled, leaning away from him so he wouldn’t see your expression.

“Ah, so now we’re shy!” He poked your side, the wine doing wonders for his confidence. “Come on, let’s hear those laughs then!” He continued poking you, and you couldn’t take it anymore, the ticklish sensation making you squirm. You grabbed his arm and pulled it away from your abdomen, making him fall forward onto the couch. He caught himself, hand resting on the armrest, now leaning over you.

You looked up at him, and god, maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but you swore he’d never looked hotter. Leaned over you, curls framing his face, strong arms surrounding you. His gorgeous blue eyes staring down into yours, tension growing between the two of you.

So you couldn’t help yourself.

You leaned up, capturing his lips in yours, a hand coming up to rest on the back of his head to pull him in further.

He froze, eyes only fluttering shut after a few seconds, melting into the kiss as his hand came down to rest on your waist. His mind ran blank, nothing plaguing his mind anymore, all besides one thought;

“Damn. She tastes even sweeter than those strawberries.”

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only one pt. 2

PART TWO - the good stuff *wink wink* - PART ONE

TW: smut, drunk sex, swearing (NOT PROOFREAD)

pairing: irene x y/n best friend violinist

be natural - red velvet

After the party had come to a close Irene offered to go to a bar that was just around the corner. That was weird. She just said she didn't know this area very well and that this was the first time she had been here. Anyways, shrugging it off after that party your social bar could use some recharging especially with Irene. 

You and Irene caught a taxi after changing clothes and arrived at the bar that was just around the corner. Walking inside scanning for a place to sit you never noticed Irene giving the bartender a nod. Finding a small booth in the corner finally a place to relax together. It was just you too sharing glances so you struck up a conversation. 

“So…how’d I do this time?” Irene laughs at this.

 “Do you seriously have to ask how you did every time?” She says in between laughs with a smile.

“I mean yeah I kind of need the feedback.” You say a little bruised by her reply. In the meantime of her complimenting you, you remembered that you guys were in a bar and haven’t even started drinking yet.

“I’ll go get us some drinks, your usual ri-” You get cut off by Irene jumping up out of the booth and insisting that she fetch the drinks. This is unusual considering she likes to ward the men away from sitting down and taking over where you guys were sitting. You don’t mind it and Irene comes back with both of your drinks. She always knows what you order a "margarita without the marg" (an inside joke of many years). After taking a sip or two of your drink you realized this margarita is slightly better than most you’ve had. And you’ve had a lot of margaritas. 

“You wanna try mine?” Irene smiles 

“Ew brandy? No way!” You say sticking your tongue out making a ew sound. 

This makes Irene slightly go out of it and wonder what your tongue would look like in between her- AHEM! Irene fixes her posture while crossing her legs. 

After a short while you guys decide to head home, well more of Irene decided to after losing count of how many “margaritas without the marg” you had. You were so drunk you had almost thought about buying everyone's drinks in the whole bar. And after seeing you have lack of eye focus and your eyes often drifting to the cleavage in her sharp v-neck she knew you were out of it. You never looked at her in that way.

Her plan was working out just fine. 

As you both arrived at your loft you could already feel the headache creeping up on you. Irene noticed she slightly started panicking cursing under her breath to kill the bartender. Wait…the bartender? Maybe you were hearing things…

“Y/n do you need some water?” Irene asks concerningly, thoughtful as always.

“Mmm” You murmured, barely being able to open your lips.

Shit. Maybe the bartender fucked her over and got the dosage all messed up, Irene walked her way to the bathroom trying to think positively instead. She grabbed the orange pill bottle and put one in her hand. She poured you a glass of water crushing the pill up and sprinkling it very lightly fearing you would overdose. 

“God I’m gonna kill that bartender…” She whispered under her breath while walking to you. She hands you the glass and you tilt your head sideways at the glass of “water”.

“Wh-what did you put in h-here?” You say completely slurring your words. Irene looks at you and hesitates she didn’t know you saw her…

“Just..umm..some alka-seltzer…Drink before you get worse!!” You slowly drink the water and hand it back to her. And everything started to seem oddly relaxing….very relaxing. Irene sits next to you on the couch wondering if it had kicked in yet. 

“Y/n?....” Irene asks slowly inching closer to you.

“Mmm” You breathe out. You and Irene’s knees are now touching with how close she is. Irene not knowing what to do next or how to go about things asks a simple question first.

“Y/n do you have my favorite pair of fuzzy socks?” Something simple.

“Mhmm…” Unknowingly your head drops onto her shoulder and your hand rests on her right thigh. Irene’s breath hitches realizing how far your hand is on her thigh.

“Y/n…you know I love you right?” Irene says with the slightest bit of hesitation.

“Mmm” Irene breathes out. And in. And out again. 

“Y/nnie I like…really love you. You're really special to me and I’m sick of seeing you waste your time on these nobody’s. You know I would treat you a lot better. A lot better.” Irene exhales once again getting up. She felt a hand on her wrist.

“Reenie…I love you too” Irene's eyes widened and she couldn’t catch a breath either. You pulled her in for a deep kiss.

“Y/n…” Irene said in between kisses. 

“Mmm?” You pulled her back down on the couch with your hand on her cheek.

“We should slow down…before-” She’s interrupted by you placing small pecks and love bites on her collarbone. 

“Before what?” You look up at her with those eyes. God did Irene always love your eyes- AHEM!

“You're drunk I don’t want to lose control…” You understand what Irene means.

You unbutton your shirt and move over to straddle her lap. The look in Irene’s eyes turns from concern to hunger and lust in a matter of seconds. Irene helps you take your shirt off and starts unclipping your bra while kissing you passionately. Your bra hits the floor and Irene shifts you over to where you're on your back, taking in the view she might never see again. 

With the help of you, you help Irene out of her shirt and the rest of her clothing as she does for you. You see Irene disappear between your legs taking off your panties leaving you completely naked. She starts kissing and sucking on your inner thighs knowing she’ll have proof this encounter happened. She finally licks a long strip on your heat making you shudder and arch your back. 

“Somebody’s sensitive” You feel Irene smirk at her comment. But doesn’t leave you thinking for long as she’s already sucking on your clit. This sensation is almost overstimulating as no one has done it like Irene’s doing it now. You can’t help but let out a few breathless moans.

“Mmmh” Irene grunts against you, making you jolt and even making her smirk. The sound of you being devoured and the constant moaning and groaning makes you a bit flustered. This makes Irene’s grip tighten on your thighs. Your climax slowly creeping up on you, you didn’t notice that Irene slipped a finger in you. Well that was the past because now it’s two fingers, and they’re curled just right hitting your g-spot. Irene’s hair now completely fucked up from how your gripping it, your surroundings start fading as your high approaches like none other you’ve had.

“I-Irene!” You yelp out lifting yourself up off the couch gripping her hair tighter without realizing. You come down from your high as Irene looks up at you, licking your release from her bottom lip. She looks at you and smirks at the look of your almost fucked out face.

The night did NOT end there but finally ended with you two making it to the bed however still naked but in each other’s embrace. Irene was still contemplating if you would still accept her when you woke up. But that was tomorrow’s problems, right now you were here with her after a night of passion.

You were with her.

edit: sooo what do you guys think feel FREE to leave some much needed criticism in the comments.

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errmmm could you do some headcanons for wesker with a really shy s/o? like, blushing a lot when talking to him and stuff.... and getting so nervous around him from the smallest things like his voice and his height... :3 hes so fine.. what the scallop....

HELLO A BELOVED ANON HERE TO DELIVER MY FIRST REQUEST AAAAH

And YES, god, he's so fine. Like that would literally be me if I saw him.

Giving you a fluff section and a smut section, can't get enough of this mf

Wesker with a shy s/o

Rating: E

word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Afab! Gn! reader, fluff and smut

Re5 Wesker takes it in stride. He chides you for it each time. Flipping between calling you, “Pathetic. All embarrassed and blushing, just for me?” and “Aren’t you adorable? The red suits your face, my dear”

Basically the mf is a wombo combo of praise and degradation

S.T.A.R.S. Era Wesker sees this all the time. 

I mean, he struts his shit through the RPD every day, he’s gonna catch a few eyes. 

He would probably appear unbothered about it on the outside. But internally he's puffing his chest out, smirking, doing a little chuckle, the works.

The closer you get to him, the less he tries to hide his stupid little remarks.

He only voices his praise when you deserve it, staying in the same lane as re5 does.

You take slow steps towards the STARS Office. As a receptionist, filing papers was one of your many grueling jobs. It only became bearable when STARS returned from missions. Mission reports required you to read all of the juicy details as you filled out the necessary paperwork for them.

Normal protocol asked you to simply drop the papers off in the STARS mailbox, right next to the front door of their office. Which you had done dutifully every time. In this particular instance, however, Chief Irons had demanded that you bring the papers directly to the Captain himself. 

“That stoic asshole needs to be more careful!” Irons’ pink face shook, “Does he know how much money he cost me? Of course not! I need him to actually read the mission reports for once!” he slammed his hands down on his desk.

“I’m sorry sir, what can I do to help-?”

“Go! What are you waiting for? Bring it right to his desk! Throw them at him if that's what it takes! Christ!” A large vein popped out of his forehead. You nodded quickly, making your way out of his office as fast as you could

This led you to where you are now. You usually weren’t incredibly shy, but god. Captain Wesker tended to make you go bright red. You could never get a full sentence out without tripping over your words.

You slowly opened the door to the STARS Office. You were met with many friendly faces, many of whom smiled and waved at you. You returned the gestures, glancing to your left at your objective. 

The sign on his door read “CPT A, WESKER”. You swallowed heavily, taking a few steps up towards his door.

Raising your fist, you knocked twice before you heard a low, “Come in,” echo from inside.

You open the door, step in, and shut it behind you. Wesker looked up at you from his desk. His iconic sunglasses were clipped into the front of his shirt. His cold blue eyes scanned your form as you presented yourself.

“Do you need something?” his low voice reached your ears, jolting you out of your daze. You started to shake your head but then remembered why you were there and nodded. You held out the papers in your hand nervously.

“Y-yes sir. I have the mission reports for you… um- Irons’ orders. Sir,” you stammered over your words, cursing yourself internally. 

“Hm. Indeed you do,” Wesker hummed, looking up at you from his chair. He swiveled to the side and rose to his full height, towering over you. He took a few steps forward, reaching his hand out. 

You felt frozen in place, staring up at him. Wesker tilted his head slightly, “Hand me the reports. Or are you going to continue staring at me all day?”

You felt your face heat up. You quickly handed them to him, clumsily brushing your fingers against his as he accepted the papers. You nodded up at him apologetically, cheeks still fire engine red, “Sorry sir, I-”

“No need,” his voice was deep, the slight accent making you melt, “Good work, thank you,” he stated.

His praise vibrated through your whole body. You felt your stomach twist in pleasure at the ghost of a smile you could see on his lips. You stood there for what felt like a century, rooted to the spot. Wesker gestured at the door, “Go on now,” you nodded, stuttering out a, “Yes sir…” before making a beeline for his office door.

“Next time,” Wesker’s voice stopped you mid-step, “Tell Irons I’ll gladly have you deliver me the reports. I expect you to return tomorrow to deliver the mission debriefings. Personally.”

Your cheeks felt like they had caught on fire, “Y-yes sir,” you squeaked, nodding at him.

“Good,” he returned the nod, “You’re dismissed.”

You scrambled out of his office, bumping into the wall as you made your way into the hallway. You had to pause and take a moment to calm your blazing cheeks outside in the courtyard. Sighing to yourself

Back in his office, Wesker smirked, settling back down into his chair.

“Cute,” he chuckled.

Smut-wise, again, praise and degradation 

Re5 Wesker the type of guy to strip you naked, and just admire you, while watching you squirm and blush

You stood, completely naked in front of Wesker. He sat back, fully clothed, just staring. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. 

“My, you truly are a sight to see,” Wesker continues to stare, taking in every fold of skin, every freckle, and every scar you have to offer him.

Nervous and embarrassed, you attempt to cover yourself, placing an arm here and a hand there, but a “Tsk,” from Wesker, makes you freeze.

“W- Wesker…” you stammer, looking up at him.

“Mmm?” he smirked, the tent in his pants obvious.

“Please, I- I need you,” 

Wesker chuckles, “Oh, how adorable you are. Since you asked so nicely, I can’t help but oblige, can I?” he stands, gently guiding you towards him. You slowly pull down the zipper on his pants, looking up at him with red cheeks. 

You pull his cock out, evidently hard and leaking precum onto your palm. You stroke him once, and he grins, “Pathetic, not even going to ask me for permission? You’ve gotten ahead of yourself, my dear.”

You trip over your words, mumbling a half-apology, pleading with him to let you touch him.

“Wesker, please. I promise I- I won’t do it again, I-” You’re cut off as Wesker shoves his cock in your mouth. You moan around him, licking at the underside as you begin to bob your head.

Wesker lets out a satisfied sigh, “I can’t stay mad at you, dear. Not with this stellar performance,” his hand cards through your hair gently.

Wetness gushes out of you at his comment, and you whimper around him. Taking him deeper until you're at the hilt, throat convulsing around him. Wesker lets out a quiet groan and chuckle, tugging your hair back and off of his cock. A strand of saliva connects you to him. He smirks, taking in the view of your blown-out pupils and blushing face. 

“I guess I’ll have to reward you, hmm? Would you like that?”

“Y-Yes, please,” you whisper, swooning up at him. He chuckles.

“So eager you are. Climb up onto the bed,” he purrs. You do as he says, climbing up and lying as he instructed.

You definitely weren’t going to be getting any sleep that night. Not with him.

#resident evil #albert wesker #wesker x reader #smut #albert wesker x reader #mini kitties #litterbox

[rokomoi]

{”where it’s so sweet..”}

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pairing: felix x reader.

synopsis: you always go to that one specific bakery everyday after work, all because of one cute baker there who has stolen your heart.

now playing: sweet-cigarettes after sex.

disclaimer:english isn’t my first language, apologies in advance for any grammatical mistakes and errors. no pronouns nor skin colour will be mentioned.

notes:hihi, last post before i go mia for the next week because of the exams after exams i’m gonna be having :(.

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My feet ached as I strolled down the busy streets of France, I let my head hang low as my shoulders dropped, making me hiss under my breath as I felt them sore from all that typing I had done earlier today at work. Raising my head to stare at the starry night sky, filled with all those small shiny stars as the moonlit brightly along with them, a small grin curled on my lips, making me feel slightly happy at the sight of the sky, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air in, I was always fond of astronomy, just the thought of galaxies and planets made me feel giddy like the little child I am. I shook my head, my shoulders bunching up as the night winter breeze got colder and colder, hitting me sharply, I huffed out as my breath came out as a fog. Speeding up my walking pace as the small bits of snow crunched under my boots, my vision caught a glimpse of the store that I'd been excited all day long for, all just for that cute Australian bakery that works there. I dragged my feet onto the small steps leading into the colourful bakery, pushing the heavy navy blue door open as I was met with the delicious smell of freshly baked pastries and a whole lot of other sweet-smelling stuff. I stood in place, giggling to myself like I was a kid in a candy shop for the first time, my eyes roamed around the bakery and behind the counters, seeing some of the staff and bakers working with sweat building up on their foreheads, I frowned as I couldn't find that one specific baker I was originally here for, making me scoff in disappointment. However…

“You're 10 minutes late, surprisingly.” A deep voice with an Australian accent spoke behind me, making me gasp in shock and turn around to face him, the said baker now standing in front of me in all his glory and beautiful tan face that was adorned with freckles that I loved and adored so much. My breath hitched in my throat as he simply chuckled at me, I trailed my eyes down to the tray of pastries he was holding in his hand, it was my favourite type of pastries he was holding.

“Knew you'd be coming soon so I baked you a new and fresh tray.” He uttered out. Like it was the simplest and the most normal thing he could do in his day, he shrugged his shoulders at me, he walked past me to go behind the counters and immediately started packing and boxing up my usual order. Although it was something a normal staff would do for their regulars, but I just could not help it but feel butterflies in my stomach.

“Do you want to add anything else?” He asked in his deep voice and accent, stopping his work to raise his head at me, gaze at me with those pretty boba eyes as he tilted his head while waiting for me to answer him. “No..all is good.” I shook my head at him. Offering him a small soft smile and he returned the same smile, going back to finish packing my order and before I could offer him my card to pay, he pulled out his own one and paid for me. This gesture made my cheeks heat up and cast a flushed a pink hue on them. He slid the box towards me from the counter, my eyebrows knitted together as I took hold of them. “Wait for me, I'll change quickly and come back, m’kay?” He murmured. Not even letting me react or answer his words before he strolled off somewhere in the staff-only room. Wait..does that mean he has ended his shift but waited for me? I thought to myself, quickly raising my wrist to glance at my watch to read the time if I was already embarrassed and flustered then it only increased as the time read 7 pm on the dot, and knowing him he ends his shifts at 6 pm sharp, my heart swelled up in joy, making me smile to myself like a dumb person as I felt not only the feeling towards him increase but also falling more deeply in love with him because of his gestures and personality. I. Waited for a few minutes for him near the door, grinning at him as he strolled out behind the counter in his casual clothing, hell..he looked even more gorgeous with normal clothing than that god-awful white baker uniform stuff.

I could say that the day ended with me and him, sitting down by the bridge as it overlooked at the sea and the way they crashed against each other. A lot of laughter and deep conversations were shared between the two of us as we sat under the now-gloomy winter night sky, it was also the same night where he confessed his feelings to me and kissed me tenderly. Making me fall in love all over again with him.

Now this moment was sweeter than any pastries in the whole world.

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𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽𝚂 - chapter 3: louder than hell.

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - living with eddie continues to have its ups and downs, but maybe you two can find an understanding. or, maybe not.

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - 5.3k

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - mentions/description of deceased parents, descriptions of drug use/smoking, mentions/description of hard drug abuse and overdose, ridiculous sibling arguments, fluff and wholesomeness and excessive transcription of scenes from a real episode of the partridge family

You groaned as you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, a thin sheen of sweat having formed from all the effort you’d been putting into trying to clean your room.

Eddie had all but trashed the place, random junk all over every surface; he seemed to have a habit of setting something down the first spot he could find when he was done and just leaving it there.  When you told him to clean up, he usually ignored you— or pretended not to hear you since he either had headphones on to listen to a tape or was practicing his deafening guitar— so you’d gotten into a habit of doing it yourself.  You were on your knees on the ground now, trying to separate the dirty clothes, unfinished homework, and trash into three different piles.

“Liquor store receipt, trash,” you mumbled to yourself.  “First page of an essay about… General Custer?  Homework.  I mean, kind of trash but… technically homework.”

You made your way around the room, eventually getting to clear off your desk and vanity; of course, when he got home from Hellfire, you were doing the one thing you didn’t want him to catch you doing— thinning out the shelf of albums.  You were in the middle of pulling one of his records out when he slammed his hand over it to push it back in.  “Hey!” he yelped, glaring at you.  “Don’t touch my stuff!”

“My room, my stuff,” you replied, trying to pull another record out, but he grabbed your hand this time which startled you.

“Our room,” he corrected, “my albums.  No touchy.”

“Your records are crowding mine!” you explained.  “There’s no room!”

“Yeah?  Your records are tainting mine!” he replied indignantly.  “I mean, Escape and Frontiers I’ll forgive, Journey has a few bangers but come on— your Make It Big next to my Animalize is criminal.  It’s going to infect it with its… suckiness, somehow.”

“Okay, I’m gonna stop you there because George Michael is a god,” you sneered, “that your little pea brain simply can’t comprehend!”

“George Michael is a hack!” he spat back, and you gasped— like he’d put out his cigarette on a statue of baby Jesus or something.  Except that this was infinitely worse.

“You take that back,” you ordered.

“Prove me wrong,” he offered instead, “or admit you just think he’s hot and don’t even care about the music.”

“Oh— oh!” you yelped, laughing in pure frustration as you turned and knelt down in front of the stacks of records.  “I’ll prove you wrong.”

“I swear, if you try to make me listen to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go—” he began to warn you.

“No, no way,” you shook your head, “we’re listening to his masterpiece.”

The drums started, and already Eddie was trying to turn the record player off.

“No,” you insisted— not quite a bark, but very stern— as you grabbed his arms.  He stilled and looked at you again, swallowing as your fingers dug into the sleeves of his jacket.  “Just listen.  Wait for the bass line.”

It came in a second later.  You watched his face as he listened: he didn’t react too visibly, but you waited in anticipation for him to be forced to eat his words.

“Somebody told me—” the lyrics began, in George’s beautiful voice, and you saw Eddie’s eyes narrow.  The bass was more prominent as the first verse continued, and you smiled as Eddie nodded slightly.

“Okay, that’s…” he trailed off, smiling as he met your gaze.  “That’s actually kinda sick.”

“I know!” you agreed.  

“Man, that bass with some guitars would be so good!” he whined.  “Why did he have to make pop and not metal?  He would’ve been amazing.”

“He is amazing,” you frowned.

“Fair enough,” Eddie nodded.  “I don’t know about a god but, sure, he’s pretty good.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled as you reached to take the needle off the record, but his hand suddenly landed on your wrist.  

“Uh, you don’t— um, have to turn it off so fast,” he stammered, and you smiled.

“Do we have a new Wham!-head on our hands?” 

He scoffed.  “No way.  Just giving them a fair shake is all— after this song’s over I wanna play you something by Poison that I think you’ll like…”

Your mom pulled her translucent shawl up over her shoulders as she stepped out onto the porch.

"Have her back by eleven, mister," Eddie wagged his finger at Wayne, who chuckled along with your mom as they walked down the steps together.

He waved one more time before shutting the door, and letting out a quick breath as he turned to look at you.

"We throwin' a rager or what?" he prompted.

"A rager that ends by eleven?" you raised an eyebrow, though you didn’t look up at him for more than a second from where you sat on the couch— you were too busy reading Persuasion for far from the first time.

"I was just kidding," he smiled, "but next time we'll get them to stay out all night so we can really do something."

"I don't like the idea of them out all night," you shuddered, focusing on the book in front of you— but of course, you couldn’t really focus with him bothering you still.

"Don't be a prude, they're engaged," he crossed his arms.  "It's not like they haven't—"

"Stop," you groaned.

"It upsets you that much?" he laughed.

"I'm not saying they're not allowed to do it, I'm just saying I don't want to think about it."

“Then just be thankful their bedroom’s on the other side of the house from ours,” he grinned as he hopped over the arm of the couch to sit next to you.  You scooted further away.

“They should be, too; they don’t have to hear you snore,” you returned, still looking at your book as you turned the page.  Unfortunately, after that, you had one of those thoughts that, once you had it, you had to ask.  “Oh god,” you groaned, looking up from your book and grimacing slightly at him, “my mom stayed over at your place some nights, didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugged.

“You didn’t… hear them…” you trailed off, widening your eyes and leaning your head forward a bit.

“What, fuck?” Eddie laughed.  “No— when Wayne was bringing her over he’d let me know in advance and I would… find other lodgings for the evening.  You know, give ‘em some space, crash at Rick’s or something.”

“How… considerate,” you offered, though it was mostly sarcastic.  You didn’t like imagining this ‘gentleman’s agreement’ Eddie and Wayne had concerning your mother.

“I mean, that’s just common courtesy,” Eddie smirked, “you know— when the trailer’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’, and all that.”

“Gross,” you frowned.

“He’d do the same for me,” Eddie explained.

“If you were actually getting any,” you added.

“Well,” Eddie clarified, “if I had a girlfriend, I mean.”

“Oh,” you grinned, “so you don’t just bring any girl back to the trailer, huh?”

He snorted.  “No, definitely not.”

“Because she’d turn and run as soon as she saw how filthy that place was?”

“Hey,” he frowned, “it wasn’t filthy… there was just a mild griminess.”

There was a long pause, but it was only awkward for one of you— he was rubbing his hands on his jeans and looking around while you paid attention to your book again, hardly noticing he was there anymore.

“So, what are we doing tonight?” he wondered.

“We?” you repeated.

“I mean, house to ourselves has to be good for something.”

“You better not smoke any fucking pot,” you snapped.

“That was only one of my ideas,” he smirked.  “You’ve really never smoked?”

“I never said that,” you mumbled, and you saw him peer at you over the top of your book with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Oh, I wanna know that story,” he pleaded.  “Was it high school?  Wait, did Rick sell you stuff?”

“No, and no,” you sighed.  “It doesn’t matter.”

“Matters to me!” he insisted.

“So do a lot of things that don’t actually matter,” you shrugged.

His finger hooked around the top of your book, in the spine’s crease, and he pulled it down to meet your unamused stare.  “C’mooooon,” he whined, “I’m curious what occasion would make a good girl like you decide to get stoned.”

“It was after I broke up with Gary,” you explained, sighing as you shut your book and set it down.  He pulled his legs up onto the couch like he was waiting for some juicy, riveting story.  “I went to a party with some people from my Intro to English class.”

He blinked at you as he waited.  “And?”

“And, we smoked.”

“Oh my god!” he groaned, his head falling back dramatically.  “That’s so boring!  You skipped the good part.”

“What good part?”

“Why you did it,” he answered.

“I wanted to fit in, I guess?  They were passing it around, I felt weird being the only one not smoking.”

“Did you cough?”

“Of course I did,” you rolled your eyes, “I’m not a professional pothead like you.”

“Hey, I’m cutting back,” he defended, raising his hands defensively.  “Just nights and weekends now.”

“Just— just nights and weekends?!” you repeated.  “So… what?”

“So, I don’t get stoned at school anymore,” he explained confidently.

“Wow,” you congratulated flatly, “better start writing your valedictorian speech.”

“Don’t need to be the best, unlike some of us who are terminally competitive,” he grumbled, “just need to graduate.  Sick of being in fucking high school.”

“I’m sure,” you nodded.

“Is college cool?” he wondered.  “Like, are the people chill?”

“Uh, I guess…” you shrugged.  Not that that’s something you need to be worrying about with your grades.

“Do you have any friends?” he asked, point blank, and you kicked him semi-lightly in the side.  

“Shut up!” you frowned.

“Okay, that’s a no,” he widened his eyes as he looked away.

“I mean, I have friends,” you disagreed, “just not like, close friends?  I guess?”

“You never have anybody over,” he recalled.  “And you never call anybody.”

“Not when you’re home,” you corrected.  “I can’t ‘cause you’re always on the fucking line with your Hellfire pals.”

“You could talk to them!” he offered.  “Might be the only chance some of them would get to talk to a girl at all.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you rolled your eyes.  “Believe it or not, I’ve kind of outgrown high schoolers.  Unlike some of us who are terminally immature.”

“Aw, look at us,” he clicked his tongue, tilting his head as he smiled at you.  “The witty repartee, the flinging of insults— this is better than throwing a party.”

You groaned and pulled up your book again, opening it to where you’d left off.  “Okay, I’m done,” you mumbled.

“If you say so,” he shrugged, but he was smiling mischievously.

“In fact, now that I know it’s fun for you, I’m never arguing with you again,” you decided.  “Conversation over.”

“Don’t say that,” he pouted, but there was a dark shine to his stare as he continued.  “You know it’s never over with us, sweetheart.”

You really, really hoped he couldn’t see the way you shivered when he said that…

Before you could worry about how to respond, he got up— your eyes couldn’t help but follow him, lingering on the bandana dangling out of his back pocket— before he turned around and you shot your eyes back to the pages of your book.  Why is he so distracting now, just standing there?  I can’t even tell if this book is in English anymore, I swear it was before…

“I’m gonna practice guitar,” he informed you.

“Not while I’m trying to read, you’re not,” you frowned.  “That thing is so goddamn loud—”

“Acoustic,” he explained with a small, condescending smile.  “Won’t offend your delicate little ears.”

“Great,” you hummed in reply, and he disappeared back into your shared bedroom as you focused in on your book again.

You could just barely hear him, but it wasn’t so bad, so you didn’t shout for him to shut the door.  He tinkered around with a few songs, none of which you thought much of until halfway into his practice.  Your mind was so occupied with reading Jane Austen that you didn’t even really consciously realize that you were listening to the riff he was playing, or that you recognized it in the back of your mind.

You didn’t even notice that you were quietly singing along.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older,” you mumbled, “then we wouldn’t have to wait so long…”

The music stopped, and you swallowed as you realized you’d sung; his head popped out of the doorway, smiling wide.  “You have a nice voice,” he offered.

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat, “I didn’t— I wasn’t trying to interrupt.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he smiled, setting the guitar down against the wall and stepping up to the couch.

“I’m surprised you know that song,” you admitted.

“It was one of the first ones I learned,” he recalled.  “My mom really liked The Beach Boys.”

You glanced down awkwardly; you were pretty sure he wasn’t using the past tense because she stopped liking the band…

“Sing along to whatever you want,” he offered.

“N-no, I’ll just keep reading,” you decided.  “But you can keep playing… you can play here if you want.”

“Really?”

You shrugged, and he grabbed the guitar by the neck, sitting down and setting it up in his lap oncemore.

You only recognized a couple more songs after that— Hotel California, Tangerine by Zeppelin, and You Can’t Always Get What You Want— but didn’t sing along to any of them.  Occasionally, you heard him humming the melody or mumble-singing the lyrics, and you smiled to yourself.

After a while, you weren’t even reading anymore, just listening.

You furrowed your brow as you listened to him singing something, only able to make out a few words.  Something about she’s so lovely and she’s so fine and take me home— pretty vague, could be anything.

“What song is that?” you finally asked.

“O-oh,” he choked, “um, I wrote that one, actually.”

“You write your own songs?” you realized, impressed.  He shrugged.  “Is that what Corroded Coffin plays?”

“Oh— not this one,” he shook his head, “too sappy.  But yeah, sometimes we play stuff I wrote.”

“That’s cool,” you smiled.  “Is it about a girl?”

“Let’s talk about something else,” he blurted out suddenly.

“Aw, come on,” you teased, “it is, right?  Is it about a specific girl, or just… a hypothetical girl?”

He laughed a little.  “Um, a real one.”

You raised an eyebrow.  “Did you guys ever go out?”  You tilted your head when he scoffed and looked away.  “Really?  Maybe if you played her the song, she would’ve wanted to go out.”

“Does that work?” he wondered, looking at you again.

“I mean, seems to work on most girls,” you shrugged.  “She’ll forget that the guy’s a total dog or a douche or just a good old fashioned loser— so long as he’s a sexy guitar player or whatever.”

“Which one of those am I?” he laughed.

“All of the above,” you decided, “except sexy.”

Of course, one instance of Eddie practicing quietly couldn’t last.  The next day, he was back to the abrasive, headache-inducing squeals of his electric guitar on the amp, impossible to block out even as you covered your ears and put all your mental effort into studying.  Finally, when you were frustrated with trying to ignore it, you stood up defiantly from your seat at the kitchen table and marched across the hallway.

You swung the bedroom door open, hit with a wave of even louder sound, and the sight of him strumming quickly— his head was hung low at first, though it fell backward as he continued and you could see that his eyes were closed.  

“Hey!” you barked.  “Eddie!”

He was still playing, starting to rock his head back and forth and sending his hair flying every which way.

“Munson!  Pencildick!” you tried to get his attention, but you couldn’t even hear yourself with how loud it was.  “COULD YOU TURN IT DOWN?!” you screamed.  He either couldn’t hear you still or was simply ignoring you; you stormed across the room, interrupting his headbanging, and grabbed the neck of the guitar tightly.  The sounds came to a literal screeching halt, leaving only the ambient buzzing of the amp to fill the air.

“Hey!” he defended.  “I was shredding.”

“Yeah, shredding my eardrums,” you spat.  “I’m trying to study.  I have a test coming up.”

“Oh wow, big photography test?” he rolled his eyes.  “What studying do you have to do, making sure you know which button actually takes the picture?”

“No, it’s for my math class,” you frowned, “now could you please keep it down!”

“This is just the volume of metal, my dear,” he sighed, “can’t help you, sorry.”

You groaned as you turned around, kneeling quickly to find the volume knob on his amp and spin it to the left.

“Damn it!” he snapped, bending down and turning it back.  “What did I tell you about touching my stuff?”

“Do it more ‘cause you love it so much?” you guessed.

“First my records, then you grab my guitar, now the amp?” he sneered.  “Is nothing sacred?  How would you like it if I touch your stuff?”

You thought it was a hypothetical until he took the guitar off over his shoulder and set it down, the motion making a slightly-melodic buzz come out of the speaker.  He stormed across the room to your closet, throwing it open as you tried to reach around him to stop him.  “Get out!” you whined as he dug around through your clothes, taking a pink dress off the hanger and tossing it over his shoulder.  “Hey!”

He found another dress, a black one, and he snickered at it.  “Cute,” he decided before throwing it, too.  You ran to try to pick up your clothes from the floor, but when you turned back to look at him, he was holding onto your stuffed bear.

“Don’t touch that,” you warned him.

“Who’s gonna stop me?” he grinned.

You ran up to him and reached for it, but he held it up high above his head and watched you struggle with a proud smile.  "Eddie, give it back!" you whined, jumping up to try to grab it.

"Nuh uh," he laughed.

"Stop!" you groaned.

"You can come get it for yourself, sweetheart," he taunted, knowing you couldn't reach.  When you almost managed to grab it, he held you back with his free hand to keep you away.

"Just give it back, Eddie," you begged, starting to get really upset, "my dad gave me that!"

He brought his arm down in a split second, and you snatched the bear from him to hug it to your chest.  "I'm sorry," he said instantly, clearing his throat and looking around sheepishly.  "I didn't know… I was just trying to— I didn't know."

You sniffled a little, and he looked at you again, eyebrows tilted with a guilty, almost pleading look.  "It's okay," you assured quietly.  "Just don't take my stuff anymore, please…"

"I won't, I swear," he promised.

You nodded, resting your chin on Barry's head.  Eddie sighed a little, looking at you more gently than you could ever remember him looking at you before.

"How old were you when your dad…?" he asked quietly.

"Twelve," you answered.  "He got sick when I was eleven, but he died a week before I turned thirteen."

"That's a hard time for that," he nodded.  "Not that there's any good time for that but, damn, thirteen is hard enough."

You widened your eyes and blew out a breath as if to say, yeah, no shit.

"I wish I had my mom that long, though," he added, and you looked up at him.  He scratched behind his ear for a second, looking off to the side and staring at your wall.  "I was nine."

"Was she sick?" you wondered.

"Yeah, something like that," he sighed.  "She got better for a while— for me— but she started using again, she didn't know her limits… I found her, actually, and she still had the needle in her arm."

"Oh, god," you breathed, "Ed, I'm so—"

"Don't worry about it," he shrugged, looking at you again and wearing a more familiar, playful expression on his face.  "I got to go live with my dad after that, and he was buckets of fun.  It was like summer camp with the Boy Scouts, but less knots and more crime."

You snorted a small laugh through your nose.  "Sounds cool."

"And now that you know my sob story, you can't get on my case for being a delinquent anymore," he grinned.

"But can I still silently judge you?" you pouted.

"Of course," he winked.  "Anyways, point is— sorry for taking the bear.  I guess I just wanted to try out some of the annoying-older-brother classics."

"Don't apologize to me," you suggested, "apologize to him."

You held the bear out with one hand, pointing it right at his face.

"His name is Barry," you informed him, something he could incorporate into his apology.

"I'm sorry, Barry," Eddie spoke to the stuffy, "you were collateral damage in my war on my sister.  Won't happen again.  If you want, I can make it up to you by setting you up with this saucy little throw pillow from the living room—"

You giggled briefly, and Eddie's eyes darted over at you for a second, with a glimmer in them that made your heart skip a beat.

He looked at the bear again.  "We square?" he asked and after a pause, he reached up and pinched Barry's right paw, gently shaking it.

"Give him a kiss," you demanded suddenly, and Eddie crinkled his nose in disagreement.

"Uh, I think the handshake oughta do it—" he began to argue.

"Give. him. a kiss." You wiggled Barry in front of his face a bit, emphasizing your demand.

Hesitating for a second first, Eddie pursed his lips and gave Barry a kiss on the head.  You pulled the bear back into your chest with a smile.  

“I’ll try not to touch your stuff,” you offered.

“I’ll try to keep the music down,” he replied.

“Great,” you sighed, and you slowly turned and left the room, shutting the door behind you.  You grabbed your textbook and took it outside to study on the porch— it was a little warm outside for it, but sunset was coming and you knew it would cool off quickly.  The silence was so precious after all the noise, and you found yourself losing focus on your practice questions so you could admire the way Hawkins looked bathed in fading purple light.  You didn’t love living here all the time, but it had its perks— and really, you weren’t sure if you could ever bring yourself to leave.

Having to tell Eddie about how you got Barry brought the memory to the forefront of your mind— that must’ve been why you dreamed about it that night, about your dad.

Maybe some people who lose a loved one enjoy dreaming about them, it’s like the last way they can see them anymore.  But you hated it; it was easier just to not think about him.  It was easier to pretend none of those happy memories ever happened, so you wouldn’t have to remember the worst ones too— the medications, the hospitals, the surgeries… the deterioration, right before your eyes.

The dream itself was fine, really; it was sweet.  It was waking up that you hated, because for a split second, you forgot.  And you had to remember all over again that your dad fucking died when you were still just a little kid.

Barry was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes, by your pillow, and you grabbed him as you sat up to go do something other than lay here and cry. 

Of course, when you sat up, your head slammed into the fucking bunk beds again.  You crinkled up your face, more from the frustration than the pain, and let a little fuck slip out as you held your forehead.

Still, you ducked down and got out of bed, navigating your way to the living room.  You glanced at the clock— 1:17 AM.  Something’s probably still on, you thought to yourself.  You grabbed the remote and the folded blanket off of the couch’s back, throwing it over yourself as you flipped it on and turned the volume down to something quiet enough for the wee hours of the morning.

Yes, something was still on— after flipping a couple channels, you found something funny and comfortable to hopefully lull you back to sleep, and you adjusted yourself on the couch as you cuddled up with Barry.

Maybe it was the TV that woke him up, or your head injury on the underside of his bed, or maybe just his instinct to show up and bother you at all times; regardless, within a few minutes, you heard the bedroom door open again.  Eddie’s shadow moved through the dark until you could just barely see him in the light of the screen, sporting his classic pajama combo of soft plaid pants and his necklace and nothing else.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked quietly.  You shook your head, pulling the blanket up higher on your chest.

He sighed a little, crossing the room and standing at the end of the couch— he made a little shooing motion until you moved your feet out of the way and he could plop himself down by your scrunched up legs.

“Whatcha watchin’?” he asked.

“Partridge Family rerun,” you shrugged.

He laughed a little.  “You were totally in love with David Cassidy when you were a little girl, weren’t you?  Shoulda known.”

“Dude, I never stopped loving David Cassidy,” you snorted.  “That’s my man.”

“Uh huh,” he grinned.  “And does Detective Sonny Crockett know about this?”

You smirked.  “He understands.  I loved him first.”

“Yeah, never forget your first love,” he agreed.  

“Who was yours?” you wondered.  “You know, on TV.”

“Is that even a question?” he scoffed.  “Wonder Woman— Lynda Carter.”

“Really?” you giggled.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, sticking his lips out a bit.  “I had it so bad for her and the little, uh… the little thing she wore…”

He gestured to his waist and crotch vaguely as he tried to think of the word.  “Hotpants?” you offered.

He grinned and snapped his fingers at you.  “Hotpants!” he agreed.  “Yeah, anyways, I watched that show way too much for someone who really isn’t into comic books.”

“You’re just into everything else geeky,” you assumed.

“Hey, listen— I’m not some kind of nerdery slut,” he corrected with raised hands. “I like D&D.  And Lord of the Rings.  And metal, if that counts.”

“The way you like it?  Definitely,” you nodded.  “I’m afraid you’re gonna wear that new Metallica tape out, you keep listening to it over and over.”

He smiled proudly.  “Okay, yeah, I’m a metal geek, then.”

The commercial break ended and with that classic sitcom musical sting, the episode continued.

“Hey, there’s your man,” Eddie nodded at the TV, “and his glorious mullet.”

“Mm,” you hummed appreciatively.  “He does have great hair.”

“Uh, hello?” Eddie prompted, and when you looked over at him, he fluffed his hair with one of his hands.

“Yours is okay,” you offered, “but doesn’t have the same, you know… lusciousness.”

“Pfft,” Eddie scoffed, but he offered no defense as both watched the show again.

It was Keith— aka David Cassidy, your preteen awakening himself— and his middle brother Danny walking to school together.  “I got one!” Danny pointed at him as they strolled.  “You’re so ugly your face oughta be arrested for littering.”  The canned laughter offered support for the mediocre joke, and you smiled a little.  “Top that one.”

“Alright, uh…” Keith replied, “you’re so dumb—”

Danny rolled his eyes.  “Not another ‘you’re so dumb’ insult, not very original.”  Keith frowned as he tried to come up with something better.

“I always wanted a family like that,” Eddie admitted quietly.

“Like what, a band?” you wondered.

“That too,” he nodded.

You frowned as you adjusted on the couch, struggling to get comfortable.  “Can you get up?  I can’t stretch my legs out,” you pouted.

“Yeah you can, just put your feet on my lap,” he offered.

If you were entirely awake, you would’ve questioned that more— but it was that time of night where even the strangest ideas seemed sort of fun, and so you stretched out a bit to let your feet slide across his thighs.  With one arm up on the back of the couch, his other hand came to rest on your ankle, and it made your breath catch slightly (though he didn’t seem to notice) before you relaxed.  Once you accepted it, it was actually kind of soothing— yeah, your heart raced for a second, but then your eyes kept getting heavier as you tried to blink them open to look at the glowing screen.

Sleep overtook you quickly, like a weight that sunk into you and just kept pulling you down.  You didn’t have any more dreams that night.

After you’d dozed off, Eddie’s gaze lingered on your still face for a moment; he smiled to himself, looking down at his hand on your ankle.  Gently, he stroked your skin with his thumb, checking your face again to make sure it wouldn’t wake you up.

He turned down the volume on the TV two more clicks, focusing on the scene before him again— something about Laurie having a date coming over to pick her up.  Mrs. Partridge greeted him at the door, before he joined Keith on the couch.

“Boy, glad that’s over,” the date sighed as Mrs. Partridge went upstairs to fetch Laurie.  

“What?” Keith asked him.

“Meeting the mother,” he answered.  “But your mother’s pretty cool… yeah, they usually give you the third-degree— you know, ‘where are you taking her’, ‘what time are you gonna bring her home’...”

“Ah, I know what you mean,” Keith agreed, not looking up from whatever he was reading— Eddie obviously hadn’t been paying enough attention to keep track of that.  “Where are you taking her?”

“Huh?” 

Keith shut his book and narrowed his eyes.  “What time are you gonna bring her home?”

“Early, after the movie,” the date replied defensively.

Keith scooted closer to the other young man.  “You, um, taking her to a walk-in or a drive-in?”

“A drive-in,” he answered.  Keith immediately began shaking his head.  “A walk-in?” the other offered instead, and Keith nodded approvingly.

“As long as it’s rated for the general public,” Keith added.

Eddie looked at you again, watching the blanket swell and sink each time you took a slow, deep breath.  He thought about getting up and going back to the bunk bed to sleep, but he was too afraid to wake you up if he tried to move your feet away.  Yeah, that was definitely the only reason that he wouldn’t get up now, now that he had you so close and you weren’t awake to try to push him away or tell him to fuck off.  Not that he didn’t enjoy that a bit… he just liked this more.  So, he’d stay for now and hold onto your ankle until you woke up and told him to stop.  Just because he could.

#eddie munson x reader #stepbrother!eddie munson x reader