#did he get obligation chocolate and get way too into trying to figure out what to give back on white day

[yandere-sins]

Never-ending Pleasure

HC that Malleus likes ice cream because it soothes the magic-induced burns in his mouth. Also HC that his darling’s kiss has the same effect (;

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Characters: Yandere!Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Implied Sexual Content, Non-/Dub-Con Behavior (Kissing), Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Delusional Behavior/Thoughts

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It was strange. Truly curious.

Nobody looked at Malleus and would have guessed the heir to Briar Valley's throne had a sweet tooth. That his freezer was always stocked with an assortment of ice cream for him to consume, nobody daring to touch what belonged to him. They had it wrong, though, as it wasn't the taste luring him towards the delicacy, the sugary sweet delightfulness of it, but its ability to soothe the heat collecting in his mouth when he used magic. His genes were remarkable, but the fire glands he had inherited were rather impractical for his the form he chose to present himself. Not that it was too uncomfortable to bear on occasion, but a nice spoon of ice cream usually managed to soothe the aftermath of any bad tastes or feelings left behind.

And yet, you, with your head tipped back, tears in your eyes, emitting sounds of displeasure and the loss of air, had the exact same effect on him as the ice did. Perhaps even more so, his whole body tingling from the tip of his tongue to his toes. Malleus couldn't help it, the comforting heat emitted between your mouths so very different from his beloved ice cream, yet almost better. It was exhilarating and new, and Malleus wouldn't be lying if he said he had never experienced a more thrilling moment, even when you shifted beside him, your fingers tearing at his clothes desperately. Thus, Malleus did the only thing he could think of in that situation:

Deepen the kiss.

Given, you were no vanilla-strawberry swirl or a deep, rich chocolate flavor, but there were benefits to your taste, too. In fact, you tickled more senses in him than he ever thought could harmonize at the same time. Be it the sensation of his tongue against yours making his eyelids flutter, pants tenting uncomfortably; the sound of your lips smacking against his running a shudder down his spine; or the way your body was so perfectly aligned with Malleus' while the wall in your back kept you trapped, leaving a feeling of a million fireflies behind in his belly.

Had he known about the benefits of a kiss before, he would have done it so much sooner. For months, he kept you waiting for that sweet, sweet confirmation of his feelings, assuring you only in words but never in actions while he kept you locked in the highest tower, trying to figure out how to best approach you. You had become desperate, downright crazy, locked up there all alone, crying and screaming hysterically despite his frequent visits to keep you company.

Malleus tried to honor your wishes. If you told him to stay away, he did. If you said he needed to leave, he sighed but obliged. If you didn't like the food, he sent Sebek or Silver to get you something different, and when you asked for better accommodations, he had them redecorate your room. Letting you go and leave forever weren't requests he could fulfill. But Malleus had paintings of your hometown made so you could hang them up and admire them when you got homesick.

But he ran out of options quickly, unfortunately. And when all of his expenses didn't help, he reconsidered how to keep you happy. It wasn't proper, not protocol at all. He should not have considered desires of the flesh to woo you, but it couldn't be helped when nothing seemed to please you anymore—nothing to shut up your panicked rambles just long enough for him to think of more and better ways.

With his tongue capturing yours, sucking and releasing it over the many sore spots he had acquired from his magic that day, Malleus couldn't help but think how beneficial this was—for both of you.

Sure, tears kept streaming down your pretty face, diluting your gaze. You were shivering, holding on to Malleus desperately. Still, at least your vocal cords had a moment of pause, your body recovering from the wailing and sobbing, not even having to stand on its own as he supported you. Really, what more could you even want in your life when enjoying this kiss was all that was needed to satisfy even Malleus?

But then again, as he pressed forward, wanting to sink deeper into the delicacy of your kiss, he frowned as you struggled, still so very displeased with him.

Perhaps it was not enough.

Perhaps you needed more convincing how wonderful your life was with him. How well you were cared for and loved. More actions that showed you how greatly he admired and desired you. A clearer sign that he loved you very much and would always be by your side.

And perhaps Malleus needed another taste of you. Another chance to learn how else he could soothe the magic burns in his mouth while being elated by the fact his whole body was reacting to yours as if you two were meant for each other. Meant to be together, to kiss, to love, to devour.

So when he pulled away, both of you breathing heavily, and you turned your head away, baring your neck, Malleus' mind began to wander, his mouth feeling terribly dry now that his tongue was so very lonesome without yours, missing the stimulation you gave him. He wondered what you tasted like elsewhere and how good it would feel once his tongue laid down on that bare neck of yours, driving down your shoulders, chest, and lapping at your stomach and legs until it would find the sweetest of spots, the forbidden aphrodisiac to his love-crazed mind.

You might have flinched when he caressed the side of your neck, but with thoughts so beautifully, who could have stopped him?

He just needed one more taste of you.

One lick.

And then only one more for good measure.

Never-ending pleasure just for him.

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[pedrito-friskito]

Kay!

Can I just say, I love your sundae idea! It's adorable, and now I really want a sundae 🤤

Could I please request #3 from the fluff prompts with Javier Peña pretty please? ♥️

midge! I hope you got your sundae 🤍

I kinda of tweaked the prompt a lil bit here but I hope you like it, and you know I had to go back to the ranch for this too…

burning questions - the ranch - javier peña x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none! tooth-rotting fluff, javi is an over-thinker

Javi’s been thinking about it.

Well, more than thinking about it.

To be quite honest, the thing’s been burning a hole in his pocket since he picked it up. More than a week now. It’d be a lie to say this was an impulsive decision — on the contrary, he’s never felt more sure about anything else before — but now he has to figure out the how, and he didn’t think it would be this hard.

The biggest problem, he’s realizing, is that when you’re both home, you’re never far away from each other. Always within arm’s reach, close enough to know what the other is doing. It’s not an overbearing presence by any stretch, but it just means it’s going to take a bit more tact and planning to get things how he wants them.

But then his brain starts going…is that what you want?

Javier has always been an over-thinker. When it came to his career, it worked in his favour more often than not, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’s shot something to hell in his personal life because he can’t get his brain to shut down.

Steve, shockingly, is little help.

“You’re gonna do it!” his old partner hoots into the phone. “Javier Peña, you old dog! I knew she was the one for you, brother.”

Javi rubs his hand across his brow. You’re in the living room, your nose in a book, and he purposely left the TV a little louder than normal, in hopes it would drown out his phone call. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a savant, Steve, honestly. But listen, I need…how did you propose to Connie?”

“What?”

“When you proposed to Connie, how’d you do it?”

“Javi, are you asking me how to ask a woman to marry you?” His friend pauses. “Wait, haven’t you done this before?”

“Yes,” he whisper-sighs into the phone. “But with Lorraine, it was different. It was…obligation. It wasn’t special.” He glances toward the living room, just able to see the top of your head from where he’s stood in the kitchen. “She has no idea, Steve. At least, I hope she doesn’t, and I just…I need to make it special, you know?”

“Brother, it’s gonna be special no matter what you do, you realize that, right? You two love each other. It’s simple as that.”

“But—”

“I carried around Connie’s ring in my pocket for months, trying to do exactly what you’re trying to do right now. I was waiting for the right moment, the perfect moment, but here’s the thing, Jav: that moment doesn’t exist. If you keep waiting for it to feel perfect, you’ll be waiting a long time.”

“You’re right,” Javi admits, scrubbing his hand over his chin. “Wait, so how’d you do it?”

Steve chuckles lowly. “Middle of the grocery store. Connie asked if I wanted chocolate or vanilla ice cream and I got down on one knee right there in the freezer aisle.”

Javi laughs back. “You fuckin’ cheeseball.”

“Takes one to know one,” his partner shoots back. “Go, Jav. Whatever you do, it’ll be great.”

The line disconnects, and Javier sets the phone back in it’s cradle. From the living room, he sees you perk up on the couch, turning to look at him. “Baby, would you bring me a glass of water?”

Baby, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

He nearly says it right then. The ring’s sitting in the chest pocket of his shirt. His eyes linger on you a moment, the easy smile on your face and the bright in your eyes. He’s lost for that second, caught up in the way he’s looking at you, the way you’re looking back. How beautiful you’d look walking down an aisle toward him, that same brightness in your gaze…

“Javi?”

“Yeah,” he replies, snapping out of his reverie. “Water, yeah, be right there.”

The rest of the night passes, and between commercials on the TV, Javi thinks it over. Over-thinks it, over and over and over. Steve’s words play on repeat in his mind, and the ring in his pocket feels white-hot. At one point, you adjust yourself on the couch, angling your body back against his chest, and panic rises in him. Can you feel the little round outline, the way it’s burning a hole in his skin?

Around midnight, you declare yourself suitably tired, turning to give him a soft kiss before pushing off the couch, carrying your book and your half-empty glass of water out of the living room. Javi listens to the quiet pad of your feet up the stairs, hears the creak of the bedroom door.

Silently, he fishes the ring from his pocket, turns it over in the dim lamplight. He recalls his father’s face when he told Chucho his intentions, that he was sure you were the one, that he wanted to ask you to be his wife. It was a far cry from the conversation they’d had when Javi proposed to Lorraine all those years ago, and the old man had stared Javier down with wet eyes. “I knew she was the one, Jav. Right from the first time I met her. She makes you so happy, mijo, and it makes me so happy to see it.”

It’s been a while now since his mother had been able to wear her wedding rings; the medications she took made her hands puffy, and while she usually wore them on a chain around her neck, when he went to the nursing home to talk to his dad, she unclasped the chain and slid the engagement ring from it. Simple gold, a singular diamond flanked by two sapphires. She’d pressed the ring into his palm and leaned in and kissed her son’s cheek.

“Be happy, mijo. Always.”

Now, he stares at the ring, pinched between his fingers, the diamond glittering in the light, throwing sparkles back at him. He presses his lips together, his mind going a million miles a minute.

Whatever you do, it’ll be great.

Javi flicks off the television, turns off the lights, and checks that the front door is locked before heading upstairs. You’ve left the light on, and soft orange light pours from the bedroom into the hall. He stops in the bathroom, brushes his teeth, runs a damp hand through his hair. When he steps inside the bedroom, he sees it’s the light on his nightstand that you’ve left on, and you’re asleep, sprawled on your side with your arm reaching across his side of the bed, your eyes softly closed, lips gently parted.

Smiling to himself, Javi walks over and sets the ring on his nightstand. He crosses to the closet, strips down to his boxers and puts his clothes in the laundry.

You stir slightly as he gets under the blankets with you, automatically shifting closer as he lays on his back and tugs your arm over his bare middle. Your nails dig in slightly and it makes him shiver.

It’s a moment before he realizes it’s your left hand slung across his waist, and the plan hatches quickly. He executes it before his mind can get the better of him.

Javi reaches for the ring, careful not to jostle or rouse you best he can. Then he takes your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles before sliding the diamond onto your ring finger.

It’s a perfect fit.

He brings your hand to his lips, peppering kisses along your fingertips, rubbing his thumb over the ring. He doesn’t mind if he wakes you now, and sure enough, after a few moments, your eyes flutter open.

“Javi,” you mumble sleepily, squinting against the soft light. “Wha—” Your words stop short when your eyes land on your own hand, the ring now sitting on your finger. “Javier Peña.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. He kisses the pad of your thumb. “I cannot fathom my life without you in it,” he murmurs, adjusting slightly so he can look at you fully. “You get that, right? There’s no one else for me, and there never will be. You’re it, querida. You always have been.”

“Javi,” you say again, pulling your hand out of his grip to cup his cheek in your palm, swiping your thumb along his cheekbone. “You…”

“Marry me, baby,” he whispers, turning to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Please.”

There are tears in your eyes, clumping your lashes together.

“Yes.”

#my fics #the ranch #burning questions #sleepover sundae #javier peña #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena fluff #narcis fic #javier peña fluff

[jaketswine]

mama

just some little mother’s day jakey thoughts

900+ word blurb

“hey, babe?”

“mmhm?” you hummed in response, already in the process of closing your book and standing from your seat in the living room. you had heard him rustling around, digging his keys out of the bowl in the entryway, giving you a hint that he might be headed somewhere quickly.

you rounded the corner, seeing him with a slightly panicked look on his face, “going somewhere?”

he gave you a brief laugh, looking down at his feet, “well, mom’s in town this weekend, and I completely forgot that tomorrow was mother’s day until josh texted me a few minutes ago.” he paused to catch his breath, looking at you sheepishly.

already having a pretty good idea what he was getting after, you raised your eyebrows with a little smirk on your face, finishing his thought for him, “you want me to go to the store with you, jakey?”

he nodded, quickly waving his hand in the air, “only if you want to. I just need to go grab a card and some flowers, maybe some chocolate or something. it wouldn’t be long.” he looked up at you with a bashful smile.

you couldn’t help but giggle at the shy act he was putting on— he was just trying to rope you in to going with him. which you obviously would.

smiling at him, you brushed by him heading towards the front door, turning around to see him still standing in his place. “well come on, we don’t have all day.”

he scurried out after you, heading to open your car door for you, kissing your forehead before you got in.

arriving at the store, you followed behind him as he ambled around in the card aisle, wanting to find the best one he could for his mom.

while browsing around in the magazines, you heard him clear his throat. “hey babe, do you mind to go over and grab some more shampoo for me while we’re here? i’m almost out.”

since you weren’t doing anything but killing waiting on him, you happily obliged, agreeing to meet by the candy in a few minutes.

after grabbing his shampoo and wandering around for a bit, you made your way over to the chocolate, hoping to grab a little something for yourself.

you found jake, card and flowers in hand, staring at the variety of bags lining the shelves.

jake reached up on his toes, grabbing a bag off of one of the top shelves.

“that’s not the kind your mom likes jake.. tell me you didn’t forget that too.”

he chuckled lightly at your teasing, turning to you and extending the bag outward, “no, but it’s your favorite.” he grinned and shrugged his shoulders, “I figured we might as well.”

taking the candy from his extended hand, you nodded, giggling, “why thank you, sir.”

“but of course madam,” he responded, bowing slightly in your direction, earning a bigger laugh from you.

having acquired everything he needed, you both made your way to the check out. as was your usual, you scanned over the ridiculous tabloids set out as jake paid, until he poked your arm, letting you know he was done.

the trip to the store hadn’t taken very long, as jake had promised.

arriving home, you both sat, poking fun at each other over leftovers from the fridge, neither of you caring much to actually cook anything.

finishing up your food, you decided to go take a shower to wind down for the evening, asking jake if he’d be joining you.

though it pained him, he had to decline, telling you he’d put together his mother’s card, candy and flowers while you showered.

as you exited the bathroom, freshly cleaned, wearing a pair of your favorite pajamas, you planned to join jake back in the living room to read together— something you did almost every night.

but you were startled to find him perched up on the edge of your shared bed, fiddling with the hem of his tshirt.

looking past him, you noticed a vase of flowers sitting on your vanity against the wall. you recognized the gorgeous shade of purple from the store earlier, huffing a laugh.

“you’re gonna let me use them as decoration until tomorrow, huh?”

he looked up at you then, following your gaze to the flowers, then looking back to you with a confused smile. “I mean, I can give them to mom if you’d rather, but then she’d be getting two.”

not quite understanding what he meant, you let that comment roll around in your head, slowly drawing the realization that his mom preferred roses, white ones to be exact.

the flowers in front of you were purple.. your favorite.

meeting his gaze you walked over to him, grabbing his face in both of your hands, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. “are these for me?” you asked, barely pulling back from his face.

“well, yeah..” he grinned at you, moving his hands to rest on your hips. “an early mother’s day gift. you’re not one yet, but i’m thinking of it that way because I just know you’re going to be the best mom ever one day.”

you blushed at his compliments, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“and I honestly can not wait to see you with our children. ugh, you’re gonna be a fantastic mom. I just know it.”

giggling, you leaned in to kiss him again, mores sincerely this time, “thank you, jake.”

he gave you a devilish grin, “of course… mama. god I cannot wait to call you that.”

you grinned, shaking your head, moving it to his shoulder to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. “and I can’t wait to be one, with you. I love you.”

he squeezed you tight, slightly rocking your back and forth on your feet. “I love you too. happy mother’s day.”

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[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt. 5

[part 1] [part 4] [part 6] [read on ao3]

“Sorry about this,” Eddie said again, pulling out of the parking lot behind their work building.

“Hey, don’t be. It’s something to do, right?” The way Steve was smiling at him was so unbearably kind, Eddie could practically feel his heart beating in his throat. Running errands for his uncle wasn’t how he’d hoped the evening would go, but Steve really didn’t seem to mind.

Really, Eddie could have said anything and Steve would be just as eager to tag along. Steve was trying so hard to act normal and not like he would follow this almost-stranger to the ends of the earth if he’d asked. So far, so good, he thought. But god, his heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. Hopefully the mundanity of grocery shopping would help him level himself out. They were just hanging out, Steve told himself. That didn’t mean anything. He shouldn’t read too much into Eddie buying him dinner. Maybe the guy was just nice. After all, he was buying all his coworkers coffee every day. Yeah. He was just… Nice.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Lil Buddy:

did you find out what time your party is?

Yeah, he said it’s at 7. And he’s picking me up, so I might not actually be able to get to your place.

Sorry dude.

hey, don’t worry about it. I already said it was fine, didn’t I?

Yeah, you did. Don’t have too much fun without me, okay?

And don’t get injured, because I won’t be able to drive you to the hospital.

lol

"Who’re you talking to?" Eddie said, glancing over. "Did that say lil buddy?"

Steve laughed, slipping his phone back in his pocket. "The wingman," he explained. "They're doing a party at his place tomorrow, too. Just had to tell him I can't make it."

"Oh! You should've said something, Steve, you don't have to come with me-"

"You asked me first, dude. I see the kid all the time. I can hang out with him whenever."

"Alright, if you're sure."

"Why, you regret inviting me now or something?" Steve laughed, as if that wasn't the actual anxious thought that had been plaguing his brain the whole time.

"No! What? Definitely not. I'm really excited for you to come, seriously," Eddie was smiling, glancing quickly between Steve and the road. "I just… Wanted to make sure you knew you weren't, like, contractually obligated, if, y'know, you have something better to do."

"Trust me when I tell you, this is the something better."

Eddie could feel his face turning bright red. Thank god it was dark. 

Finally they pulled into the grocery store parking lot. It was a bit out of the way, further than Steve normally went to go shopping, so he figured Eddie must live close by.

"It's fine if you wanna just wait here, I won't be long-" Eddie said, parking the van close to the building.

"You're kidding, right?" Steve asked. Eddie just shrugged. "It's just the grocery store, dude, it's not like you're dragging me along to rob a bank or something."

"Suit yourself."

Steve followed Eddie around the small grocery store as Eddie repeatedly checked the text Wayne had eventually sent him with the grocery list. Stuff like paper towels and bread and beer and cereal, normal stuff. It reminded Steve that, oh yeah, he and Robin were out of peanut butter, and god knows how long he’d have to be out, he may as well grab a snack for the road too. Eddie glanced over at him, smiling.

“You can put your stuff in my cart, if you want,” he giggled, watching Steve struggle with the armload of things he ended up accumulating as they meandered through the store.

“Oh! Um, thanks,” Steve stepped up closer to the cart and Eddie helped him set things in the little baby seat to keep them separate. 

“I was gonna wait for you to ask,” Eddie said, still laughing lightly. “But uh… You’re pretty stubborn, aren’t you?”

It was Steve’s turn to laugh, pointedly avoiding making eye contact with Eddie.

“Yeah, I guess. That’s what people have told me, at least.”

“I’d believe it.”

Okay, so the grocery shopping wasn’t really helping as much as Steve had hoped it would. Somehow even the painfully mundane was fun just by virtue of doing it with Eddie. Steve watched as he drummed out beats on the shelves while he searched for the stuff on Wayne’s list and rode the cart down empty aisles.

Eddie knew he was being kinda weird, but it was making Steve smile. He was so aware of Steve looking at him the entire time, and it was making him nervous, and that was the one way he knew how to handle it. It worked like a charm on stage, and it seemed to be doing just fine here, too.

Eventually, with everything paid for and loaded into the back seat of the van, Eddie shot his uncle one last text that they were on their way and to please be wearing people clothes when they got home, and made the quick drive the rest of the way back to his place.

As Eddie pulled into the trailer park, he monitored Steve for any kind of reaction, any sign of surprise that Eddie lived where he lived. But if Steve gave a damn, he didn't show it.

They pulled up in front of Wayne's trailer and Eddie killed the engine as Steve got out and started grabbing bags, helping him unload.

God he was too sweet. Eddie just wanted to-

"So this is the mysterious Steve, huh?" a voice called from the trailer across the way. Steve jumped at the sound of his name. A man they hadn’t noticed until then was smoking on his own porch, dressed only in a bathrobe despite the weather. Eddie huffed.

"Good night, Murray," he yelled back, quickly grabbing the last bags and slamming the van door behind him as Steve made his way up to the porch.

"You didn't say he was-"

"Good NIGHT, Murray!" Eddie yelled louder, cutting him off. Their brief conversation seemed to summon Wayne to the door, fortunately for the boys who both had their arms loaded with groceries.

“You must be Eddie’s uncle,” Steve said, halfheartedly introducing himself as Wayne held the screen door open for the boys to bring the bags into the house.

“You must be Steve,” Wayne answered, looking at Eddie before peeking outside to see Murray giving him a small wave.

“Didn’t realize I was famous around here,” Steve laughed as he quickly found his way to the kitchen and dipped down to set his bags on the floor. Eddie followed in quickly behind him.

“You’re not, I swear,” he said, setting down the bags he’d carried in. “Murray and Wayne just don’t know how to mind their own business,” he spat, staring pointedly at Wayne.

Wayne raised his eyebrows slightly, almost smiling as he sipped from a mug of coffee that seemed to have materialized in his hand out of nowhere. 

"Susan's in on it, too," Wayne muttered, just low enough that Eddie could hear but Steve couldn't. Eddie groaned. It felt childish, grumbling like Wayne was ruining his life or something. He was an adult, damn it, he didn't need the neighborhood Olds speculating on his friends and his love life. 

"You gonna help your boy put groceries away or what?" Wayne asked, gesturing with his coffee to something behind Eddie. He whipped around to find, sure enough, Steve had started putting away anything that went in the fridge.

"He's not my boy," Eddie hissed, grabbing a bag to unload. God he hoped Steve couldn't hear them. He hoped what Nancy had said, about the concussions and the swimmer's ear affecting his hearing, would work in his favor just this once.

"Sure, son." Wayne nodded and turned, presumably making his way back to his recliner and his soap operas. Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the groceries.

"You have a cat?" Steve asked, excitement bubbling under his words.

"Huh? No?" Eddie turned and looked where Steve was looking. Steve looked at him confused and lightly kicked a bag of cat food leaning against the wall. Eddie started laughing. Steve still looked confused. "Oh! No, it's, um… It's for the uh, resident wildlife. Mostly stray cats, but also, y'know, raccoons and shit. Keeps 'em out of the garbage."

"Huh. Clever," Steve nodded. Eddie knew they did some real white trash shit, not the least of which being feeding the raccoons, and he usually didn't care if people knew. Steve, though… He didn't want to seem any weirder in front of Steve than he was sure he already did. 

He didn't expect Steve to think it was clever.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

Steve started looking closer at the stuff on the fridge, slightly disappointed that he didn't get to pet a cat. Though, he figured, if he played his cards right he might get to see a raccoon up close. That'd be neat.

There was actually stuff on their fridge door, which was a relatively new concept for Steve. Back home, his parents wouldn't be caught dead doing that sort of thing. Robin got him in on doing communal schedules and grocery lists on a whiteboard on the fridge, and magnetic poetry which he wasn't any good at, but it was a good laugh. But here? Novelty magnets shaped like vegetables and fish held up business cards and take-out menus, a power bill he assumed was already paid because it was from September and the lights were still on.

There was a handful of mismatched number and letter magnets, mostly spread haphazardly around the fridge door except for one group that crookedly read F UCK TH C0P S that made Steve giggle out loud. His favorite thing, though, was all the pictures of Eddie and Wayne.

Some of them were Eddie's school pictures throughout the years. Two looked like they were from a camping trip: one, a silhouette of Wayne fishing off a dock at either sunrise or sunset, Steve couldn't tell. The other was Eddie, sitting on a rock, tuning a guitar by firelight. One picture had a lot of people in it, clearly taken in the middle of the trailer park. Eddie and some boys Steve didn't know seemed to be engaging in a sword fight with lit sparklers. There was an old picture of Wayne from what must have been his college days.

Steve's favorite was, of course, a picture of Eddie. He was small, hair buzzed short, wearing a paper crown that must have said something like Happy Birthday on it. He was smiling big and open-mouthed at the camera, showing off a missing bottom tooth. At the bottom edge of the photo, partially cut off, was a birthday cake with a lit number 8 candle.

"What are you over there smiling at?" Eddie asked, closing a cupboard and coming up behind Steve. Steve tapped the birthday photo. "Oh good lord, just kill me," Eddie grimaced, immediately moving his hand to cover the picture. Steve laughed and swatted his hand away halfheartedly.

"Aw, come on, Eddie. It's cute! My parents never put this kind of shit on the fridge."

"Really?" Eddie recoiled, looking legitimately shocked. "Thought everybody's parents did mushy garbage like this."

"Not everybody. I mean, don't get me wrong, they had pictures of all of us kids framed around the house but we never got to put stuff on the fridge. Mom said it was uh…" Low class. "It looked messy."

"Huh. Weird… You've got siblings?"

"You sound surprised."

"I mean. I dunno, you kinda struck me as a fellow only child."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve laughed, crossing his arms to feign indignance.

"Nothing! Swear. How many siblings do you have? Where are you in the order?"

"Uh, Jesus. Six, all older. I'm the baby-"

"Actually that makes more sense," Eddie cut him off.

"-but the next youngest is ten years older than me, so I didn't really grow up with them, per se."

Eddie smacked himself on the forehead.

"THAT'S what it is," he yelled, jokingly stumbling backwards at the force of his own blow. "God, seven of you? I'd never survive. How old are your parents?"

"Oh, don't ask me that, you're gonna make me sound like a terrible son."

Eddie cackled as Steve nervously ran his hands through his hair.

"Nah, that's fine. I don't know how old Wayne is, either."

"I'm thirty!" Wayne yelled indignantly from the other side of the trailer.

"Like fuck you are, old man!" Eddie yelled back, making them all laugh.

Steve felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to check. Text from Robin.

"Huh…" Steve huffed, unlocking his phone as another text came in.

"Is that Robin? Did she strike out already?" Eddie chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back against the kitchen counter. Steve shrugged.

dont know what ur doing but u have an hour to come get anything u need from the house

vix is staying the night n u know what that means

;) ;) ;)

"Oh. That makes more sense," he said, sucking his teeth, slipping his phone back into his pocket without replying. "Um. Do you mind if I crash here tonight?"

Realization dawned on Eddie's face and he cackled, giving one loud clap before he doubled over.

"Go Robin!" he cheered as he caught his breath, wiping stray tears from his eyes. "Yeah, you can stay here."

"Thanks. Could I convince you to drive me back to my place just to grab some stuff? Phone charger, shit like that? Apparently I have an hour." Steve tapped his phone in his pocket. Eddie spun and looked at the microwave clock. 

"Uh, maybe. Wayne!" Eddie shouted, leaning out into the hall, hanging by the door frame. "What time do you work tonight?"

"You've got time!" Wayne yelled back, answering the implicit question. "Just hurry up!"

"Cool, let's hit the road then," Eddie turned and looked at Steve, jerking his head to the side to beckon him along. Steve nodded and followed after him, pulling his phone back out.

Be there in 20! PLEASE be decent when I get there.

Robin's response came as they pulled out of the trailer park.

obviously

wait where r u?

I'm with Eddie.

R U SERIOUS?????

u gonna stay w him tonight? ;)

Oh my god stop. But yes.

never omg

hey unrelated: r we going to the nerds party tomorrow?

You can if you want. Eddie invited me to a different party so I'll be with him.

jfc just fuck him already

Tempting, but he's driving right now.

"The hell- Did you just take a picture of me?" Eddie looked between Steve and the road a few times before settling back on paying attention to where he was going.

"Yeah," Steve laughed. "Told Robs I'm with you, need a picture for proof."

"Gotcha," Eddie said skeptically. 

its dark dingus i can barely see whos in the picture

i assume its eddie

Haha, sorry, yeah.

Eddie snuck glances whenever he could at Steve's phone screen, enough to catch Robin's suggestive comment. Steve was wrapped up in their conversation the whole ride back into town, perfectly silent the entire drive.

"Gonna need you to direct me from here, dude," Eddie said, tapping Steve's shoulder to get his attention once they got back downtown.

"Oh! Duh. Um, keep going straight until you hit that light, then turn left. There'll be a parking lot on the right a few blocks down, just pull in there."

"Aye aye, captain," Eddie said with a little salute that made Steve giggle. He followed Steve directions and pulled into a parking lot that he hoped was the right one.

“Cool. Um, you can come up if you want,” Steve said, halfway out of the van.

“Yeah, uh, as much as Robin’s den of depravity sounds like the event of the year, I think I’ll pass.”

“Probably the smart choice.”

Steve shut the van door and ran across the street, fishing keys out of his pocket. Eddie watched as he unlocked the door to the building, nestled in between a pawn shop and a convenience store. Once Steve was out of sight, Eddie pulled his phone out. In his brief absence, the group chat he was in had blown up, and he had a few missed calls from his friends.

Dustpan: is anybody bringing real food to the party tomorrow?

Garebear: Do you guys not have food in your house?

Microwave: not enough to feed all of us!

Leia: yeah, unless you guys want ramen and cheese its all night, we’re going to need to go shopping

Dustpan: which is why I’m asking

Wildred: I’m off work in an hour, I can pick something up if I need to

JIF: How did I know this would happen?

JIF: I just bought like 6 bags of pizza rolls because I knew this would happen.

JIF: Will you might wanna get chips or something

Microwave: get a veggie tray

Garebear: Jesus Christ Mike what are you, 80?

Garebear: a VEGGIE TRAY??

Wildred: lol I’ll grab some stuff. Other than Mike, does anyone have any requests?

Dustpan: depends, where are you going?

Wildred: … The store.

Dustpan: okay, WHICH store, asshole?

Leia: unrelated, but we’re out of coffee so if you’re going to the store could you grab some?

Wildred: That depends on the requests

Wildred: Yes I’ll get coffee

JIF: That is VERY related as I’m sure we will be drinking your coffee in the morning

Garebear: Tru

G-Man: I can bring chips Will don’t worry about it

Wildred: I’m getting pita chips and hummus and nothing else if you guys don’t tell me what you want

Garebear: Nooooo can you get jalapeno cheetos

JIF: Oh shit, yeah, seconding the cheetos

Wildred: Sure

Dustpan: ANYWAY I asked because I want those bulk plantain chips we get but if you aren’t going there then I’m good.

Wildred: I can get your stupid plantain chips, yes

Microwave: do we have eggos? el just texted me

Leia: WHY are you asking the groupchat that?

Microwave: bc i can hear one of you in the kitchen but i don’t know who it is

Microwave: and i don’t want to yell

Dustpan: it’s me, yes we have eggos.

Wildred: Lucas, do Max or Erica want anything?

Leia: please hold

Leia: max also wants jalapeno cheetos. erica wants pocky or oreos

Dustpan: we have like three different kinds of oreos. don’t buy oreos.

Microwave: we have oreos?? since when??

Dustpan: since like, thanksgiving break dude. if you ate more than dino nuggets and mac n cheese maybe you’d know that.

Microwave: hey. harsh

Microwave: i eat other stuff. i JUST asked for a veggie tray

Dustpan: yeah, because you use vegetables as a vessel for ranch.

Wildred: Eddie, do you want anything?

Microwave: also occasionally cheese, don't be reductive

Dustpan: there is something deeply psychologically wrong with you, you know that?

Wildred: Does anybody know what Eddie’s doing right now? I called him but he didn’t answer

Garebear: He never answers his phone, dude

Dustpan: huh. yeah, he didn’t answer me either.

Garebear: His phone has been on silent the entire time he’s had it

JIF: He should be off work by now, idk where he is though

Garebear: Dude. Did you just try to call him too? 

can you get me icecream?

Dustpan: eddie!

Wildred: Yeah man, what kind?

idk cookie dough or something? brand doesnt matter

JIF: He likes Ben and Jerrys

okay yeah but thats expensive

Wilma: lol I’ll see what I can find

you are a benevolent host

One of these days he'd need to come up with a funnier nickname for Grant.

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the hellfire club groupchat is my pride and joy. also, i'm sure you all noticed, we officially have a title and, in turn, we're live on ao3! this part will go up on ao3 later today, i'll link it back here when it does!

tagging: @original-cypher @avacrebs @dangdirtydemons @rainydays35 @changenamelater @phantypurple @alienace @renaissan-vvitch @krazyperson @steddiereid @kittsu-makes-glass @i-must-potato @jaywhohasthegay @henderdads @mightbeasleep @straight4joekeery @sharingisntkaren @micheledawn1975 @thehumblefigtree @goodolefashionedloverboi @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @potentialheartofdarkness @dreammetheworld08 @steveisabicon @biatcgh @alittlegreyfish @r0binscript

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #coffee shop au #text #there will be more wayne in a later part i promise

[fromkenari]

Waterloo Letters #4 (1/4): Hometown stuff

Hometown stuff A [email protected]                9/2/20 5:12 PM to Henry H, Have been home for three hours. Already miss you. This is some bullshit. Hey, have I told you lately that you’re brave? I still remember what you said to that little girl in the hospital about Luke Skywalker: “He’s proof that it doesn’t matter where you come from or who your family is.” Sweetheart, you’re proof too. (By the way, in this relationship, I am absolutely the Han and you are absolutely the Leia. Don’t try to argue because you’ll be wrong.) I was also thinking about Texas again, which I guess I do a lot when I’m stressed about election stuff. There’s so much stuff I haven’t shown you yet. We haven’t even done Austin! I wanna take you to Franklin Barbecue. You have to wait in line for hours, but that’s part of the experience. I really wanna see a member of the royal family wait in line for hours to eat cow parts. Have you thought any more about what you said before I left? About coming out to your family? Obviously, you’re not obligated. You just seemed kind of hopeful when you talked about it. I’ll be over here, still quarantined in the White House (at least Mom didn’t kill me for London), rooting for you. Love you. xoxoxoxoxo A P.S. Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf—1927: With me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

Re: Hometown stuff Henry [email protected]                9/3/20 2:49 AM to A Alex, It is, indeed, bullshit. It’s all I can do not to pack a bag and be gone forever. Perhaps I could live in your room like a recluse. You could have food sent up for me, and I’ll be lurking in disguise in a shadowy corner when you answer the door. It’ll all be very dreadfully Jane Eyre. The Mail will write mad speculations about where I’ve gone, if I’ve offed myself or vanished to St. Kilda, but only you and I will know that I’m just sprawled in your bed, reading books and feeding myself profiteroles and making love to you endlessly until we both expire in a haze of chocolate sauce. It’s how I’d want to go. I’m afraid, though, I’m stuck here. Gran keeps asking Mum when I’m going to enlist, and did I know Philip had already served a year by the time he was my age. I do need to figure out what I’m going to do, because I’m certainly closing in on the end of what’s an acceptableamount of time for a gap year. Please do keep me in your—what is it American politicians say?—thoughts and prayers. Austin sounds brilliant. Maybe in a few months, after things settle down a bit? I could take a long weekend. Can we visit your mum’s house? Your room? Do you still have your lacrosse trophies? Tell me you still have posters up. Let me guess: Han Solo, Barack Obama, and … Ruth Bader Ginsburg. (I’ll agree with your assessment that you’re the Han to my Leia in that you are, without doubt, a scruffy-looking nerf herder who would pilot us into an asteroid field. I happen to like nice men.) I have thought more about coming out to my family, which is part of why I’m staying here for now. Bea has offered to be there when I tell Philip if I want, so I think I will. Again, thoughts and prayers. I love you terribly, and I want you back here soon. I need your help picking a new bed for my room; I’ve decided to get rid of that gold monstrosity. Yours, Henry P.S. From Radclyffe Hall to Evguenia Souline, 1934: Darling—I wonder if you realize how much I am counting on your coming to England, how much it means to me—it means all the world, and indeed my body shall be all, all yours, as yours will be all, all mine, beloved. … And nothing will matter but just we two, we two longing loves at last come together.

Re: Hometown stuff A [email protected]                9/3/20 6:20 AM to Henry H, Shit. Do you think you’re going to enlist? I haven’t done any research on it yet. I’m gonna ask Zahra to have one of our people put together a binder on it. What would that mean? Would you have to be gone a lot? Would it be dangerous??? Or is it just like, wear the uniform and sit at a desk? How did we not talk about this when I was there????? Sorry. I’m panicking. I somehow forgot this was a thing looming on the horizon. I’m there for whatever you decide you want to do, just, like, let me know if I need to start practicing gazing wistfully out the window, waiting for my love to return from the war. It drives me nuts sometimes that you don’t get to have more say in your life. When I picture you happy, I see you with your own apartment somewhere outside of the palace and a desk where you can write anthologies of queer history. And I’m there, using up your shampoo and making you come to the grocery store with me and waking up in the same damn time zone with you every morning. When the election is over, we can figure out what we’ll do next. I would love to be in the same place for a bit, but I know you have to do what you have to do. Just know, I believe in you. Re: telling Philip, sounds like a great plan. If all else fails, just do what I did and act like a huge jackass until most of your family figures it out on their own. Love you. Tell Bea hi. A P.S. Eleanor Roosevelt to Lorena Hickock—1933: I miss you greatly dear. The nicest time of the day is when I write to you. You have a stormier time than I do but I miss you as much, I think. … Please keep most of your heart in Washington as long as I’m here for most of mine is with you!

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 292-297). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

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#waterloo letters #hometown stuff #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #out of credits

[fryandleelasbigfling]

one size fits all (a kif x amy fanfic)

another futurama oneshot ^^ will put links to ao3 and ff.net in the replies so it doesn’t mess with the tumblr spam system.

basically an excuse to establish some of my headcanons about amphibiosian gender about amy’s gender identity issues, aka me projecting gender identity issues onto amy ^^

"Just pick whatever you want, Kiffy. It's all on me."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Kif wasn't used to having choices. He spent too much time taking orders that ranged from demeaning to downright dangerous, his attempted counterpoints always brushed off as "insubordinate" or "lame."

That's why he was always grateful to get time off with Amy. Besides being beautiful and brilliant, she always made sure they both had fun. She could be a little pushy sometimes, insisting he not be afraid of whatever social gathering or thrill ride she had in mind, but if he got too shaky or his camouflage came out, she'd make sure to ask, "Do you want to go home?" It was always worth it, though, to try so many new things with her. It made him feel alive in a way he never thought he could.

He figured today would be simple. There was a sale at Alien Overlord and Taylor's, and even though she didn't need the discounts, Amy wanted to check it out. ("The real fun is wrestling other girls over a half-price pair of pumps," she'd explained.) Captain Brannigan was scheduled for a tar bath, so Kif crawled off before the jackass had a chance to drag him along. Now here he was, navigating the aisles of the middle-end department store, holding Amy's hand like some lost child, overwhelmed by choice. A tiny tadpole in an enormous pond.

Fine jewelry, talking watches, personal assistants, gigantic televisions and holograms… Amy filled her bottomless cart with pretty much everything, but none of it caught Kif's eye. It was honestly kind of suffocating to have this much financial freedom. He was grateful that Amy was willing to buy him something… but at the same time, it was a lot of pressure. He felt like he was constantly being watched. And not just because of the numerous security cameras.

By the time they reached the formal clothing department, Kif was willing to just buy the first thing that looked halfway decent, just so Amy would believe he was having a good time. Kif's wardrobe was fairly limited, as he was usually obligated to wear his DOOP uniform and didn't have the time or closet space to dress up beyond that. On top of that, there weren't many dazzling wardrobe options for creatures without bones.

Darting his eyes from rack to rack, he finally found the one.

A chocolate brown cloak, with minty-green rings looping around the shoulders and turtleneck. Kif brushed his arm softly against the sleeve. Tightly-knitted wool, or some facsimile thereof, maybe sheared off some artificial sheep. Soothing to the touch either way. Kif needed warmer clothes for the rougher winter climates, since that velour nonsense wasn't enough to keep his cold blood warm. And, oh, what luck – a nearby rack with a plaid brown-green scarf that matched perfectly! (Was that rack there before? Did the store somehow read his thoughts to cater to his needs? What a convenient invasion of privacy!)

With a cautious but ever-growing smile, Kif flung the scarf around the dress's hanger and held it in front of himself. It went right down below his knees – comfortably modest. "Oh, Amy!"

His girlfriend was in the process of stomping some lady to the ground, a pair of kitten heels held triumphantly above her head. As she turned towards him, he struck a semi-confident pose. "I think I found my 'look'."

Amy let out an adorable giggle, then lifted her foot so her tortured adversary could scamper away. "Aw, Kif, you're so cute! But, uh…" Why was she hesitating? At least she didn't stop smiling. "You know you're in the women's section, right?"

Kif looked up behind him. Sure enough, he'd picked out his ensemble from the "women's petite" section. His confident pose melted into a pathetic slump. "Oh, I, uh, didn't notice, wow." He tried to put the dress and scarf back on the rack, but couldn't quite bear to let go.

As usual, Amy noticed Kif's anxiety and stepped in to mediate. "You can buy the dress. It's okay." She took it from his hand and gave it a nice look-over. "It's not something I'd pick up for myself, but I think it really brings out your skin tone. You're a total autumn!" She pinched his squishy cheek. "Spiffy little Kiffy." Kif felt a flush of relief, albeit not enough to flush out all his anxiety.

He then watched her throw the dress into that weird black hole of a cart, disappearing into her personal abyss. Kif looked down at the vast nothingness and gasped, but Amy was unfettered. "MomCorp'll just ship everything in one big bundle to my place tonight."

"Does it feel weird to buy from your company's biggest competitor?"

Amy scoffed. "Shplease. I'm off the clock. And Mom might be evil, but at least I know I'll get my stuff delivered on time without as many weird stains."

Once again, Kif was starstruck at the smallest of things. Amy never seemed indebted to anybody – not her internship, not the government, not even her family. If she cared to do anything for anybody, it wasn't because she was forced, it was just because she cared.

That made it all the more treasurable that she chose to share her life with him.

~~~~

Despite how easy it was to toss tons of merch into their cart, Kif and Amy still had to wait in the checkout line to pay for it all. Not that either of them minded spending more time together.

"Amy, I have a question for you," Kif began, "and I hope it doesn't come across as strange."

The Martian girl grinned. "Yes, I did buy that cute lacy thing a few aisles back, and I can try it on as soon as we get in the car."

"No! Not that." Kif felt himself flush again, his skin tinted the colors of his surroundings. "I meant, uh…" He gestured towards the segregated clothing racks through which they'd previously rummaged. "It feels like almost everything here is supposed to be for men or women only. It's very distinct, you know?"

"What?" Amy scoffed. "You make this place sound so unwoke. We have unisex clothing sections… somewhere around here…" She scanned the store for several seconds, then gestured to a few racks over in the corner. "See? Unisex, one-size-fits-all clothes, right over there."

The amphibian squinted where Amy was pointing. "Looks like a lot of beige cloaks."

"Well, what do you expect?" She shrugged. "If we can't fit it to a specific body type, why bother making it look cute?"

"See, that's what confuses me," Kif said. "On my planet, we all reproduce the same way. There is no 'male body' or 'female body.' We all wear the same shawls in the same colors."

"Sounds kinda blah," Amy said. "No offense."

"Well, the shawls aren't exactly the pinnacle of high fashion. We struggle to make it far in Miss Universe pageants…" Kif shook his head. "Whatever. My point is, on Amphibiosia 9, your gender isn't much of an issue."

Amy tilted her head. "So… how do you know you're a man?"

"It just felt right to me." Kif shrugged. "We adapted your ideas of gender centuries ago to make it easier to communicate with other planets. After a certain age, we just sort of decide if we'd like to live as a boy, or a girl, or some mix of the two, or simply continue living as genderless. And in my line of work…" Kif glowered as he remembered his first day on the job, and the disgusting awkwardness that came with Captain Brannigan not immediately clocking him as a male. "Let's just say, being male is probably the best option."

Amy stayed silent for a few seconds, then spoke one word. "Huh."

"Sorry if I went on a bit of a tangent." Kif twiddled his fingers together. "It's just so interesting to me how much of a role gender plays in your species. Fashion is women's territory. The military is only for men. Only women want to urinate entirely inside the toilet."

"I… don't think that last one's a thing."

"My captain insisted it was. I didn't believe him either." They both chuckled about that. The line moved slightly; they stepped forward in unison.

"I guess it's just funny to me," Amy said. "Not being raised as one gender or the other. I mean, I know some species don't even have gender, but then you don't really get a choice there, either." She lightly touched her neck, collecting her thoughts. "I can't imagine what it'd be like if I wasn't born a girl."

Kif grinned at his girlfriend. "Either way, I know you'd be wonderful."

Amy smiled in response to show her gratitude, but now her mind had derailed. Not growing up as a girl would have changed her whole life. Living on Mars, all that mattered to her family was that she was their heiress. She could indulge in the Wong family spoils all she liked, as long as she undertook the responsibility of keeping the Wong family going.

Be a little lady, stay cute, stay pretty, don't run around too much when company's over, get out of the stables, don't take a second serving, don't leave your room until you're under 110, keep quiet at the cotillion, don't waste time practicing your swing, you'll never have the upper body strength for it, don't look too cute or they won't think you're of child-bearing age, get out of the sweats and try on the dress we bought – oh god never mind you look like a cheap stripper, don't bother with middle-class men, don't mess around with chemicals or you'll end up infertile, stop talking so much, stop wasting your life in space, get married already, have children already, stop working already, settle down already.

If she were Amphibiosian, if she could choose not to be a girl without ever having to live as one… would she?

Suddenly Amy felt a bump against her back. It seemed the line had moved up again, and the people behind her didn't appreciate her spacing out.

"Are you okay?" Kif took her hand.

"Yeah, totally!" Amy brushed herself off. "Just thinking." They stayed silent for a few more seconds, then she added, "I think that's really cool, having that choice all to yourself."

"Oh, Amy…" Kif's eyes went sad. "Do you not want to be a girl?"

"No!" she responded quickly. "I mean, yes, I like being a girl. I like calling myself a girl. I like being your girlfriend." Now Kif was blushing greener than spring. "But I feel like other people keep trying to decide what that means, and it's so…" She struggled to find the right word to convey this complicated feeling. "...bleh. Sometimes I feel like it'd be easier if I could just take days off from it, you know?" Amy chuckled a bit, but she wasn't entirely sure if she was joking.

"I've never really thought about it, but you'd make a handsome gentleman, if you're wondering about that."

"I'm not! I mean, thanks, but like… gluh, I don't want to be a boy either!" She made some motions with her arms. "I'd just like to be a girl when I want to be a girl, and then maybe detach my gender and just, I don't know, stay in and watch a movie and eat something that'll give me acne." She waved her hands again. "Like, I don't know if I want to live that way forever, cuz it's not like it works for my poor friends, but to just, like… try? To… not try?"

Kif couldn't really follow what Amy was talking about, exactly. He'd never lived as a woman in this universe, nor had he spent long periods of time being mistaken for one. The way Amy strode into a club in her perfect little outfit, he'd never suspect that she had any anxieties about how she looked. She'd even insisted he not worry about her parents and their never-ending scorn. But perhaps there was something looming over her too.

Instead of Commander Brannigan and his asinine requests, she was bound by the weird rules humans projected onto their women.

(Though there was certainly some overlap between those threats.)

Amy gave a small smile. "Sorry. I have no idea where that came from. It's nothing."

As they finally reached the checkout counter, she stood up taller and flashed her perfectly-white teeth at the spindly robot cashier. "Is everything you'd like to purchase in your cart?" the cashier asked, pulling their purchase up on a screen before her.

Originally Amy felt ready to move on. But once Kif's cute little cloak popped up, with the "women's petite" label stuck next to it, she looked down at her bottomless cart and wondered if she really was exploring all options.

"Kiffy, can you wait right here?" She pushed the cart towards Kif. "I just want to check something out."

Feeling their fingers touching on the handle, the little frog swooned. "Of course, dear. Just hurry back–"

But before he could even finish the sentence, she'd pecked him quickly on his bulbous head and run back off into the aisles. Hundreds of customers grumbled behind Kif, but as long as he knew Amy would come back, he wouldn't let it bother him too much.

~~~~

After such a lovely day with his smizmar, going back to his tiny room on the Nimbus felt more like a prison than usual. In fact, Zapp sometimes used it as a makeshift cell for dangerous prisoners, even while Kif was sleeping, so Zapp could play pool in the actual holding cell.

But then his little laptop lit up with a call request from the only number that ever called, and the room got a bit brighter.

He accepted the call. "Hello again," he said, keeping his cool.

"Kiffy-wiffy!" Amy's face took up his whole screen.

"Any reason you're so close to the camera?" he asked. Amy was quite skilled at manipulating her camera, so if she wasn't showing her body, it was for a good reason.

Oh… Kif could already feel himself melt at the possibility that maybe there wasn't much she had to show but herself.

"I just wanted you to see something I got." Her face went relaxed in a way that seemed to confirm his suspicions.

Kif started stammering, hiding his face in his hands as if they hadn't done this routine thousands of times before, both online and in person. But when he peered through his fingers at the screen, it wasn't what he'd expected at all.

A short green vest over a loose-fitting white button-down, with the sleeves neatly rolled up to Amy's elbows. She wore a plaid tie that seemed to perfectly match the scarf he'd just bought, and sensible khaki capris. She topped it off with a green newsboy cap.

"Wow, Amy…" Kif started. "You look so…" He struggled to find the words. "Coordinated!"

"Exactly!" She beamed. "I wanted to get something to go with your dress. And I thought… maybe it'd be interesting to look in the men's department?" She shrugged. "Just to see what it's like."

Kif took in his girlfriend's beauty… er, handsomeness? Frankly, any word that could positively describe a person's appearance applied to her here. "Do you like it? I mean, I know I do, but… how do you feel?"

"It's not bad at all! Obviously I wouldn't've bought it if it looked crappy." Amy tugged at the front of the vest. "I'm just not sure I love how it fits."

"Maybe it just needs some alterations."

"Hm." Amy pondered aloud. "You could be right. Let me try something."

She took her vest and shirt off like it was nothing, sending a shock down Kif's nervous system. She ducked out of frame for a few minutes. The hum of a laser emanated through the computer.

When she put her altered clothes back on, she seemed much happier. "How about that?"

Her shirt now cut off just below her breasts, and her vest only went halfway down her waist. She put her hands on her hips and posed, showing off her midriff with pride. Now it was totally Amy.

Her boyfriend clasped his hands with delight. "It's perfect!"

"I don't get why more guys don't do this," Amy half-joked, twisting her body around. "Some of them totally have the hips for it."

"Maybe next time we go out, you can set an example," Kif said. "You wear that suit… I'll wear my dress."

She gasped. "Maybe next time I'll get you something in pink!"

"We could go down the entire color spectrum together, the two of us."

"Mm-hmm," Amy nodded. "I'll probably still throw in as much pink as I can, though." She shrugged. "But it's fun to mix it up a bit."

They both gazed into their screens, dreaming of the next time they'd venture into public together, showing the universe the styles they'd chosen for themselves.

Or maybe just sit inside, watch a movie, and eat something that'd give them acne. If they allowed themselves to do so, of course.

At least they both knew they'd allow each other to do anything.

#futurama #kif kroker #amy wong #kifamy #futurama fanfic #my fic #cw for mentions of misogyny and parental abuse and implied fatphobia /eating disorders

[xsweetelegantdisasterx]

Secret Santa 🎅 time!

@thistaleisabloodyone here is your gift from me ♡

Title: Greatest Gift of All.

Genre: Fluff, AU (I made Riku a different form of artist. I hope you don't mind 😬)

W/C: 1192

Pairing: Riku & OC 1

Merry Christmas Tale!! I Hope you had a great one. Sorry it's late, but I hope you like it. ♡

Himari noticed Riku for the thousandth time come and go at the Café she worked at. Every single time, they would sneak glances at each other without it being too obvious. He was always so soft-spoken with her, trying to make small talk. Where she shrugged it off as he was being kind, he just wanted her to know he existed. Anytime he came in, he had a designated spot by the window. He also always had smudges on his hand that she could never pinpoint the reasoning. She understood since he always brought a notebook and pencils, laying them out surgically like tools. Hours upon hours, he'd spend doing things in his notebook. It did draw curiosity from Himari, wondering what he was up to, but she never pushed to ask. She just figured it was for his eyes only. Riku looked up from studying his book, just enough to see Himari. She had a nice smile. One that decorated her eyes as well. Riku liked that. It was genuine and gave him butterflies, which he had never felt before.

Christmas was around the corner, which meant the perfect time for hot chocolate. He ordered two, which threw Himari off since he was alone, but she figured he just wanted an extra one. She brought them out, placing the mugs on the table leaving Riku admiring the tree in the whipped cream.

“Excuse me Himari,” he gathered his nerves to talk to her, “the other is for you.”

She looked bewildered, “For me?” she turned slowly meeting his glance.

“Mhm. You're always on the go, I believe you deserve more than just a simple thank you. Please sit,” He pointed at the seat right in front of him.

Himari wiped her hands on her apron as she obliged. She was beginning to get tired and cold, this was a kind gesture of him to do. He was easy to open up to. One thing she noticed, was how attentive he was when she spoke. He gave her his full attention. In all the years of being in customer service, she never had that happen.

“Thank you Riku, this is kind of you,” she intertwined her fingers around the mug to feel warmth.

Himari just stared off, before he broke her concentration elsewhere.

“You decorated the place nicely,” He took a sip.

“Oh no, I didn't do this. Honestly my heart wasn't in it this year, so I can't take the credit. This was all their doings,” she looked over at him forcing a smile.

This year wasn’t the best for her, being the first Christmas she wasn’t able to spend with her family. She didn’t explain much, but she tiptoed around the topic. Riku glanced down at his book, as she didn’t notice the shift in his glance. It was sad for him that she wasn’t the normal upbeat person he had known for a long time. Times were just rough, making it hard for her to afford going back home.

Snow was gently falling from the sky as it started decorating the sheets in a beautiful white blanket. The way the flakes danced in the sky, was truly a sight to behold. Himari wasn’t feeling at all the Christmas spirit that her coworkers were engulfed in. Families far and wide surrounded the dinning room, making Himari miss hers. He felt sadness in his heart that he never felt before. They finished their hot chocolate as Himari picked up the mugs. He packed up his items, placing them in his bag. When Himari walked back into dining room, Riku waved bye. She shot him a smile waving.

Himari stepped outside momentarily to feel the cold wind blowing. Before Riku, she never tried to put much thought in missing Christmas, but talking to him relieved a lot of worries and stress off her shoulders. Every breath she took, she could see the steam. Her neighbors really knew how to decorate, their lights illuminating the streets. She was just happy about the snow. Himari skimmed her foot in the snow, looking around to make sure she was alone. A thought crossed her mind as she sat in the snow lying back, arms out to her side. The thought that she looked ridiculous did cross her mind, but she didn’t care. She raised her arms, spreading her feet apart making a snow angel. The only problem was that it would be ruined once she tried to get up. Suddenly, a voice broke her train of thought.

“Here, take my hand,” Riku extended his hands for her to grab.

She jumped up to her feet next to Riku admiring her work. She wasn’t artistic to say the least, so seeing something so beautiful come from her, was exhilarating. He looked over at her smiling, happy to see that expression decorating her face once more.

“What are you doing here Riku?”

“I think I left something at the Café.”

“Oh, well we can go see about that,” she led him to the door.

Once they got inside, he walked over to the table where they were sitting earlier. He looked it over a few times as he returned handing her a present. She was stunned at his actions, but took the present thanking him.

“I wanted you to have this. I hope you like it.” Riku placed his hands in his pockets nervously awaiting her to open it.

Himari sat down as she unwrapped the gift slowly. She was staring back at herself. Riku had sketched her at some point, capturing her beauty. She smiled as she looked up at him, jumping up wrapping her arms around his neck. He reciprocated the hug, just happy she liked it.

“It’s beautiful Riku, thank you. This is the nicest gift I’ve ever received.”

“You’re welcome Himari. Merry Christmas. I just wish I could make it better for you.”

“You already have, but I’m sorry I don’t have anything in return.”

“You’re enough. Listen Himari, I’ve tried thinking of different ways to explain how I felt.”

“Wow Riku. So you’re asking me out?”

A grin formed around the corners of his lips as he nodded. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, but why me?”

“You are the only lady that has ever controlled my emotions. I laugh when you laugh. When you smile, my heart literally smiles, I’m not sure how but it does. When you’re sad or look like you’re brooding, I just want to make all your negative intrusive thoughts disappear. I would love the chance to be that and more, if you’d let me.”

Himari thought for a second before looking back at him. She did like Riku and liked the fluttering sensation she gained whenever he spoke, so she nodded.

“I guess we can give this a try,” she ran her hands through her ponytail playing with her hair.

He approached her once more placing her chin lightly in his hand. They met halfway as they shared a slow loving kiss. She felt a smile form on his lips, as he looked up. Wanting to see what stole his attention, she noticed mistletoe right above their heads.

“Merry Christmas Himari, you’re the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

#the rampage from exile tribe #the rampage #fanfiction #the rampage riku #the rampage fanfiction #my fanfic 👾 #secret santa

[eijiroukiriot]

kirishima “ei-chan” eijirou. age 14. who looks kinda nerdy so you look over at his notes when you don’t get what’s going on in class only to find that he’s been scribbling variations of CRIMSON RIOT CRIMSON RIOT RED RIOT?? RED RIOT CRIMSON RIOT MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE for the last ten minutes. who is panting his guts out and looks pale and clammy but still refuses to stop doing pushups because he’s 50 away from surpassing the record written on the gymnasium whiteboard. who does a speech about why he wants to become a hero for an english presentation and he has notecards but he’s clearly not looking at them and you can’t tell the reason he’s speaking so loud and standing so rigidly is that he practiced his speech all night and is worried about messing it up or if he’s completely adlibbing and just that passionate about this and while he speaks everyone in the room is kind of sharing looks of “there’s no way he’ll get in but he cares so much that it makes me feel bad” only to be proven completely wrong when the test results come in two months later

#hi :( i'm sorry about the lack of posts lately #i have had very little energy and what little i have has been going to novel writing #or like. wishing i was working on a comic instead of my book #and then getting overly invested in writing fake lyrics for this book to the point that i'm excited to work on it again #leaving me without much room for krbk :/ #i do love my boys very very much though and i am still Thinking.... #thinking about their growth #kirishima specifically had like..an entire life before the parts that we saw #and we've only seen a little sliver of his time in middle school #what was he like as a younger kid? was he really shy and timid or more like middle school him trying to be really brave and tough? #did he have friends? did he do well at the sports festivals at his schools growing up? #did he get obligation chocolate and get way too into trying to figure out what to give back on white day? #did he visit his family in the country in the summer and come back to school super tan...what normal childhood things did he do #and how was he known #i guess we're supposed to infer no one really knows him from how ashido's friends react to him #but those bullies knew him as 'guy who talks big but doesn't even have a strong quirk' #so i wonder. what other versions of kirishima did people know #fun to think abt bc it's fun to imagine that he had a full life :) before during and after ua #anyway i hope you guys are also thinking abt kirishima #if you're still reading my tags know ily and hope you have a nice dinner tonight #thoughts

[imaginemalereader]

New Years Eve - Tewkesbury

Prompts: 16 - ““My snowman looks better than yours.” and 100 - “Happy New Year, baby. I can’t wait to spend another year with you.”

New Year’s Eve. Tewksbury had made plans for the two of you, though he was guarding those plans from you closely. You both had family obligations early in the day but the evening, you were going to his estate and that was all he would tell you.

So you muddled through the day, desperate to see what surprises awaited you. When your carriage finally arrived, you grabbed your suit jacket and dashed out to it, urging the driver to be as hasty as possible.

When you arrived, Tewksbury was waiting for you at the front door dressed warmly and holding some spare garments for you.

“What’s all this for?” You asked.

“We are going to build snowmen.” He said, handing you a pair of thick gloves and offering you an extra coat, both of which you took gratefully.

The front lawn was well lit by lanterns as the two of you ventured into the snow to begin making your snowmen. You chatted as you worked, discussing how your mornings had gone, talking about the holidays and your families and any new drama that was happening (since there was always something). Once the bodies were built, the two of you scavenged for bits of decoration. You found some small stones an sticks and settled for those. For Tewksbury, there was no settling. He roamed longer than you looking for exactly what he wanted.

When he came back and decorated, you had to admit it was worth the time. He apparently agreed with you because after studying both you snowmen he said,

“My snowman looks better than yours.”

“I say it’s unfair. You knew what decorations could be found around here, I did not.”

You tried to pout but you couldn’t even maintain the façade. You liked his better and were proud of him. You were smiling and he was too.

“Shall we go inside? My mother has had some hot chocolate prepared for us.”

“Hot chocolate? How fancy my lord.” You teased, taking his arm as he led the way inside.

The two of you discarded your extra layers, now damp from melting snow and settled yourself in front of the fire. Tewksbury’s mother greeted you and summoned the cook who brought you steaming cups of cocoa. She then took her leave, saying that she and Tewksbury’s uncle would be in the manor if you needed anything. You both thanked her as you began sipping your drinks.

“So what else are we doing tonight?” You asked between sips.

“I thought we could play that new game my uncle got for me. Then, mother had this clock to match that of London’s. We will know exactly when the new year arrives in,” he glanced at the clock, “about 2 hours.”

“That sounds like good fun.” You agreed.

Tewksbury brought the game out and you spent a fair bit of time just trying to learn the rules before you could even begin playing. But, once you figured it out, the game was on and you two got lost in the game, focused on not only playing well but distracting each other and trying to get a leg up.

Before you knew it, it was mere minutes until midnight and you were declaring victory in the game.

“Well played.” He congratulated.

“Thank you. I guess we have an even score now.” 

“Oh yes you’re right. We’ll have to come up with a deciding game tomorrow.” 

You nodded, glancing at the clock as seconds ticked away toward the new year.

“Thank you for having me over tonight.”

“Well I wouldn’t want to start the new year without you. You’re one of the most important people in the world to me.”

You warmed at his comment. He was one of the most important people to you as well, though you felt you didn’t say it as often as he did. From the outset he had been the flirtier, more forward one in the relationship than you. 

The bells started to chime and you looked from the clock to Tewksbury, the two of you locking eyes.

“Happy new year, Tewkesbury. I can’t wait to spend another year with you.”

“I can’t wait either.”

#enola holmes imagine #tewkesbury imagine #tewkesbury x reader #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader #tewkesbury x male reader #tewkesbury x male!reader #holiday drabbles

[ravixen]

Could I request for a part 2 of shy so kissing them first for the 95z + Jun to complete the 96liners? Thank you :) it was the cutest!!

svt + shy!s/o making the first move (pt 2)

➔ reaction || requested || shy!y/n

➔ warnings: alcohol mention in seungcheol's || 1009 words ➔ notes: fluff ; yes, of course you can get a part 2!! you all ask for such cute scenarios. naturally, the writing's going to be cute, too. it's been harder for me to write lately, but i just have to kick myself out of this rut. if you liked this, pls reblog!

SEUNGCHEOL: despite what he claims, he absolutely thrives off of being spoiled, especially by you, so he's always trying to get you to kiss him first. it's not like you're not affectionate with him. you hold his hand and lean on his shoulder in public, but any more than that and you want to be swallowed by the earth. he, on the other hand, swears you're giving him crumbs and will whine about it forever, even if he checks your expression afterwards to make sure you know he's joking. half-joking, at least. either way, kisses are absolutely off the table. that's why you're so flabbergasted by this stranger's forwardness. they could blame it on the alcohol — no one's completely sober at this party right now — but that doesn't excuse the way they're hanging off seungcheol's arm, trying to push chocolate past his lips. they're laughing and saying something about it being tasty, but he ignores them, making eye contact with you over their head. you don't know what your face looks like, but it's enough for him to shove past the stranger and rush up to you. "you alright?" he smooths a palm over your cheek. "i'm fine. are you? you're the one who was—" you clamp your mouth shut. why is it so easy for someone to give your boyfriend more attention than you? maybe you can blame the alcohol, too. you pull him to you and press a soft kiss to his cheek, grip tightening on his shirt as he stumbles. he's grinning at you under the dim party lights. "hey, you missed."

JEONGHAN: for a person infamous for being lazy, he tries awfully hard for you, and you're not the only one who notices. the boys are always clapping your shoulder for getting any effort from jeonghan, and you smile fondly back because they're right in a way. you're lucky; no matter how much he complains, he always takes the first step and holds his hand out, head tilted as he beckons for you. it's this appreciation that runs through your heart as you watch him come back with your cafe order, tray loaded with two mugs of hot chocolate and all the pastries you had your eye on. "thanks for ordering," you murmur, twisting the napkin in your lap. you're okay with ordering at familiar places, but new menus make your revert to hiding behind his back. "of course." standing by your seat, he sets a mug and an empty plate in front of you. "is this okay? you want more whipped cream?" you mutter a reply that he can barely hear. he leans down. "hm? what'd you say?" you take that moment to peck his cheek before busying yourself with mixing your drink. "i said it's fine." he pauses but recovers faster than you expected, clearing his throat and settling into his chair. he continues the conversation and doesn't mention what just happened, which you're thankful for, but in the quiet pauses, his lips quirk into a smile that he quickly tamps down.

JOSHUA: he's very gentle with your shyness. in the beginning, whenever he did anything like hold your hand, he'd ask first, and of course your response was always yes. as you both figured out what was okay and what wasn't, you realized that — regardless of how much time passes — you'll always be too shy to kiss him first. and he's okay with that, he really is. saying that he doesn't expect much from you sounds harsh, but it just means that he doesn't want you to feel obligated about something you're not comfortable with. a horrible tease about it, though lmfao he'll do these unnecessary things like grabbing the tv remote or sniffing at your shampoo to get close to your face, and when you're scrunching your face in embarrassment, thinking that he'll kiss you, he pulls back with a grin. so today, as you sit on the kitchen counter and he reaches around you for the ladle, already laughing under his breath at your reaction, you find the spark of courage to close the distance and kiss his cheek. there's suddenly metal clattering behind you as he drops the ladle, and the next thing you know, his arms are on either side of your waist. "oh? what's gotten into my baby today?" you're trying to duck under his arms, but he won't budge. "you don't think you get to escape after pulling a fast one, do you?"

JUNHUI: in all honesty, he doesn't care that you never make the first move. he's never even noticed until someone brought it up once, asking if he felt bothered by it, and he just shrugged because the outcome's the same regardless of whoever starts it — why sweat the details? so while he doesn't care, you're the one self-conscious about it. every time you try apologizing or explaining yourself, he'll do his grandpa impression until your serious mood dissipates and you're left chuckling at his bad jokes. out of everyone, i think he's the most likely to avoid having this conversation with you because it's not an issue, and the fact that you want to talk about it will make it an issue. it becomes a one-sided thing on your end, a personal goal to kiss him first eventually, and when you tell him this, he'll remind you that he'll look forward to it, but again! it's okay if you don't!! because he's anticipating it, the only way to surprise him is to kiss his cheek while he's asleep. when you find him on his couch one afternoon, taking a nap in the sunlight while cookies bake in the oven, you figure it's time. there's no witnesses and he looks so serene in his fluffy blanket, you can't help the swelling in your chest. tip-toeing over to the couch, you press a kiss to his forehead and jump back as his eyes blink open. his smile is hazy with sleep, but his hands reach out to pull you into his lap.

#caratwritersclub #caratsnetwork #thesvttown #a&mlibrary #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #scoups scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #junhui scenarios #jun scenarios #g: svt #m: seungcheol #m: jeonghan #m: jisoo #m: junhui #t: reaction #s: request #anonymous #ravixen

[jaskiersvalley]

Cookie Cutter Boyfriends

The bakery wasn't new to the area but Jaskier was constantly surprised by the variety of people who came and went. There were a couple of regulars but fewer than he'd anticipated. Some people he wished would come back, others he was glad to see go. However, the two beefcakes that just walked in, Jaskier prayed to any listening deity that they would be back repeatedly.

"What can I get you gents?" Jaskier asked with his most winning smile.

Eyes like molten honey scanned the selection and Jaskier wanted to tuck the strands of white hair behind the man's ear to see his face better.

"Cookies. The personalised ones."

"A fine choice," Jaskier trilled and pulled the tray out. "I can put any name or message on there for you. Even a phone number, if you want to give it to a special someone."

So maybe Jaskier was flirting and hoping for a number from the man for himself. But it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Write Eskel on one," the man said, carefully spelling out the name while the other smiled at him indulgently. It had Jaskier's heart fluttering at the sweetness.

"And what shall I put on yours?"

"You should put a heart on either side of Geralt's name," Eskel piped up with a snicker. He got an elbow in the ribs for it but didn't seem to mind.

Obliging, Jaskier did as told, curling the most perfect hearts he could onto the cookie. Done, he popped them in a box and put them on the counter by the till. "Anything else I can do for you today? Does your, uh, friend want anything?"

Geralt's eyes widened before saying, "He's my boyfriend."

Of course he was, the two looked beautiful together and Jaskier sighed internally. However, he couldn't help but note the look horror on Eskel's face. Hopefully he hadn't accidentally helped Geralt out himself and his boyfriend when they were trying to keep things a secret.

"Well, good for you both!" Jaskier mustered up a smile and nodded at the small rainbow flags by the till. "I sometimes do flag cookies if the mood strikes. Usually on a Friday."

The transaction was processed in silence and at speeds. Jaskier could only watch as the two bundled out of his bakery and, as soon as the door closed behind them, Eskel was asking Geralt something, face torn between despair and entertainment. If Jaskier could trust his lip reading, he could have sworn Geralt had said something along the lines of "I panicked, okay?".

Somehow, Geralt and Eskel became semi-regulars. They didn't pop in on a specific day each week but they were bound to appear either independently or with each other. Each time they did, Jaskier watched them with heart eyes. Eskel was broad, almost apologetically large but kind and gentle. He was quite the sight to behold but Jaskier had an even softer spot for Geralt who really looked like he needed to relax. So, whenever he came by alone, Jaskier slipped an extra cookie in his bag or asked him to be a taster for a newer cupcake flavour.

It was all going well until Geralt came into the bakery with someone new. Another well-built, handsome man but with a sharp edge to his energy. He made a beeline for the display case by the till.

"Please don't knock on the glass, it scares the muffins," Jaskier said by way of greeting and got a bark of a laugh.

"I'll be careful, don't you worry. It's Geralt you need to keep an eye on."

Which Jaskier diligently was. Well, he was checking out Geralt's backside. Tearing his gaze away, he cleared his throat.

"I'm glad Geralt has brought a friend along today."

"Friend?" The man stood up straight with a hand over his heart. "Geralt, what have you been telling people? I'm his boyfriend!"

Which just didn't compute. Geralt had called Eskel his boyfriend. The mild panic of figuring it out was interrupted by a low growl of "Lambert" that was both a threat and fond exasperation.

"What might people think?" Lambert cried out dramatically. "Are you ashamed of our love?"

A hand clamped on the back of Lambert's neck and Geralt stood next to him, not letting go. "Jaskier, a couple of dark chocolate and ginger cookies please and a tray of lemon muffins."

Hastily putting everything in boxes, Jaskier tried not to let his imagination go too wild. Maybe Eskel was Geralt's boyfriend but so was Lambert. It wasn't unheard of really. It gave hope to Jaskier that they might take a liking to him and invite him home for a wild night. He could only watch as they walked out and the first thing Geralt did was cuff Lambert on the back of the head.

Things only got more weird. The next time Geralt was in, he was trailed by another man. Lithe, seemingly on the edge of bursting out giggling and he made a beeline for the counter.

"You're Jaskier, right?" The man held a hand out. "I've heard so much about you! I'm Aiden, Geralt's boyfriend."

Face schooled into something carefully blank, Jaskier nodded. "A pleasure to meet you."

"I think the pleasure is all mine." The wink was followed by a blatant once over and a low whistle. In the background Geralt closed his eyes, jaw twitching as he visibly counted backwards from ten. This time Aiden was the one who asked for a dozen cookies with an array of pride flags on them, two of each, pan, bi, ace, nonbinary, trans and demi. Oddly, the polyamory one Jaskier had started making since meeting Geralt and his boyfriends was left unrequested. The two left and Jaskier rubbed at his temple, trying to figure out just how four incredibly attractive men had found happiness with each other.

Only a week later Jaskier was waiting for a customer to make up his mind. He was the most silently intense man Jaskier had ever encountered and he really wished he'd hurry up and leave. Alas, he was taking so long, looking over everything in the display cases like the choice was of the utmost importance.

"I'll take two cherry and almond slices."

Cutting said cake, Jaskier was relieved and hoped that once the man had gone, he'd not be back again. The sound of the bell above the door had him looking up and Geralt stood there, alone for once. However, he eyed the man by the counter with a closed off expression which remained as the man took his slices and walked past Geralt, shoulders brushing.

"Geralt.

"Cahir."

It was awkward and Jaskier tried not to pry. But curiosity won out. "Another boyfriend."

From the door Cahir laughed. "He wishes."

For a moment Geralt stared at the ground before squaring his shoulders. "They're not my boyfriend. They're dating Eskel."

Immediately Jaskier adjusted his internal monologue to reflect the new pronouns. Though what Geralt just said made no difference.

"Are they a paramour to your polycule?"

"No." Geralt shook his head firmly. "Cahir and Eskel are a couple. So are Lambert and Aiden."

Not understanding, Jaskier wet his lips and cast a glance around. His eyes landed on a familiar group on the sidewalk outside the shop, making no attempt to disguise the fact they were all watching. Cahir and Eskel were leaning shoulder to shoulder as they munched on their cake. Meanwhile Lambert leered and Aiden sent him a thumbs up.

"I'm not sure I understand," Jaskier said. "I thought you said they were all your boyfriends."

Feet shuffling on the spot, Geralt cleared his throat. "Lambert and Eskel are my brothers." Which made even less sense and Jaaskier hummed, desperately trying to understand without asking whether Geralt really just admit to being in an incestuous relationship.

"I'm not dating any of them."

But you said-"

"I panicked." Geralt was watching Jaskier intently. "You were cute, flirty and I panicked. I wanted to ask you out."

A giggle bubbled out of Jaskier. He couldn't quite wrap his head around it but that wasn't a problem in the moment.

"Well then, how about a personalised cookie, on the house?" He grabbed Geralt's favourite and, with a flourish, wrote his own name and number on it, dotting the 'i' with a heart. Handing it over, he smiled. "I told you these cookies were great for phone numbers."

Outside a cheer went up as Geralt's family decided that the outing had been a success.

#geraskier #lambden #eskhir #geralt/jaskier #lambert/aiden #eskel/cahir #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #eskel #aiden #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #fake dating #pining #tldr: geralt panics and claims many boyfriends

[userjoel]

[ ♡ morning kisses ♡ ] ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

[ prompt ]

‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.’‘ followed by the character placing a playful kiss on their lover’s mouth as they get out of bed (via)

[ pairing ] : tom holland x reader

[ warnings ] : a lot of kissing, they kinda sorta get a little handsy? it’s just very fluffy and i’m still trying to figure out what exactly warrants warnings so some kind feedback would be very appreciated...!

[ word count ] : 1.5k

[ note ] : this is my first ever fic, and it’s been a minute since i wrote...anything really? so i have no idea how this is going to read for others, but!! i had fun writing this, so i hope you guys enjoy!

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You wished every morning could be just like this: eyes coaxed open by the warm rays pouring through the windows, your frame safely tucked against Tom’s body with his arm draped over your waist.

Once you manage to blink away the sleep, you roll over to face him, being careful not to wake him in the process.

And he looks perfect. You lie there and run your eyes over him—it feels a little surreal to take him in this way. Just several hours ago he was on a plane coming back home to you after an excruciating month of being apart. But now, here he was — physically, actually here — lost somewhere deep in his dreams. By a rare stroke of luck you’ve woken up before him. So naturally, you're gonna use those valuable seconds by trying to memorize every little detail of his face.

Nothing has felt more relaxing. A little too relaxing, in fact, but you fight the sleep that threatens to creep back, fixating instead on the way the sunlight licks at the tips of his unruly brown curls, slowly inching down his features. And if the sun were allowed to touch him, weren’t you, too?

You hold your breath as your index finger reaches out and delicately traces along his brow bone.

When it seems clear the action hasn’t stirred him from his sleep, you continue to ghost across the surface of his skin, taking your time as your finger trails down his cheek bone, to the bridge of his nose, and to his lips. Then it lingers there for a second too long.

“I think I quite like this sort of wake up call.” 

Your whip your hand away like it had just touched something hot, eyes blown wide in surprise.

“You’re awake.” The sentence comes out more as an observation than a question, and you can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I... may or may not have been up since I felt you turn over earlier.” His eyes, still sanded with sleep and exhaustion, finally open to meet yours. But his ever-present, boyish amusement doesn’t fail to glitter from behind the chocolate orbs.

And it had always been these minor things that made your heart glow with warmth for the boy in front of you. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” you mumble, a pout forming at the end of the sentence as you caress his cheek.

Tom hums in reply, leaning into your touch as he shakes his head, as though to tell you not to worry. His arms reach around you to pull you closer to him. “No, I’m glad you did. I reckon I should probably get ready anyway. What time is it?”

“No. Nuh-uh. C’mon, I just got you back!” Your hand comes up to cover his eyes, shielding his vision from the clock by your bed. “Unless by ‘get ready,’ you mean ‘get ready to spend all day with your loving girlfriend and not go to work’?”

“Y/N/N,” he groans playfully, shaking his head side to side to try and remove your hand, but you persist, a grin decorating your features. “The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can wrap up and come back home to you love, hm?” He turns his head slightly, just enough to give the inside of your wrist a quick peck. “Give me my eyes baaaaack.”

Reluctantly you concede, but by parting your fingers just enough so he could peek between the gap. The corners of his eyes crinkle when he finally sees you, and before you can say anything else, he closes the distance to give you the first kiss of the day.

It’s deliciously soft and lazy, purposeful and loving. The feeling sends a kind of shock through your veins, reaching down to the tip of your toes. His lips move against yours with ease in the same way they’ve done a thousand times before, effectively bringing all your guards down — your hand comes down too, slipping behind his neck to toy with the hair on his nape. Your leg innocently tangles with his, bringing your bodies even closer together, and you feel his hand delicately moving from the your lower back to your ass, giving it a small squeeze.

You hum against his lips for more; but that’s the exact moment he decides to pull away. And as much as you hated it, you knew as well as he did that one second longer and that would probably mean neither of you'd likely have a very productive morning. Not that that would be so bad for you, necessarily.

Tom rolls you over on your back, peppering your cheeks, neck, and collarbone with feathery kisses that you knew translated into an apology. He nestles his head on your chest with a quiet sigh, consumed by the silence and the rhythmical thump of your heartbeat.

“Wish I didn’t have to go to bloody work.” He mumbles against your skin, cuddling even closer against you as your fingers gently comb through his hair. "Wish I didn't have to leave you again."

But you both knew it went without saying that Tom loved what he did; how he couldn’t imagine being anything else but an actor. The physical and mental demand of his work, the exhausting, erratic hours, the different types of people he had to deal with on a daily basis — he could handle all of that, and then some. But when it came down to being away from you not just in the early hours of the morning but for weeks, and sometimes even months at a time… That was the hard part. Those were the moments when he dared to invite the addictive ‘what-if’s and tempting fantasies of an alternative reality where neither of you had any obligations to tend to, no urgent work messages to check on the phone.

“Duty calls, right?” You can still feel your lips tingle from his kiss. “At least you don’t have anything on your schedule tomorrow. Means I’ll get to have you all to myself.”

At that, you suddenly feel the weight of your boyfriend removed from your body. Tom props himself up a bit to lean over you, hands on the bed by either side of your head. There’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, suggesting something both sinister and delightful.

“For once you’re wrong, darling.” He grins. “I’ve got a full schedule tomorrow and a fairly good feeling that you're going to love what I’ve got planned out for you.” 

You raise your brow. “'That right? Thirty-something days apart and suddenly you’re so cocky.” With a teasing smile, you drape your arms around his neck, gaze lingering on his inviting lips for a moment before lifting back up on his eyes. 

“But fine," you begin, your voice just slightly hushed. "What if...you show me a little, tiny sneak peek, baby...and I can tell you...what I think of your little schedule so far?” With each passing syllable you pull him down closer to you –– bit by bit, and sneakily enough, you tell yourself. Your eyes flutter shut, anticipating what’s to come, but the kiss never lands. You feel the teasing tickle of skin on skin instead.

“Y’think I don’t know all about your antics, don’t you?”

“‘Antics’?!” Your open your eyes again with a frown. “I think some would call that the art of flirting. Or teasing. Or both. But I guess you wouldn’t know that even if it were right under your nose.” Your finger pokes the tip of Tom’s nose for emphasis.

He tuts and shrugs in acknowledgement. “Well tough luck, babe. I’m still not gonna kiss you.” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, one hand leaving your side to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Why not?” You huff.

“Because if I do, I don’t think either of us are ever going to make it out of this bed.”

“But—” Before you can fully protest, you’re caught off-guard with the very kiss you were denied just moments ago. And maybe that was why, but somehow, it feels even better than the last. Your chin cranes up to hold his lips for as long as you possibly can, melting under his touch and savoring what you could.

He reluctantly tears away, much sooner than you’d like. He leaves you with a final peck against the tip of your nose.

“I love you. So much.” He rests his forehead against yours again. “And I’m sorry we can’t spend my first day back together, darling. But I’ll make it up to you, hm? I promise.” 

“Pinky swear?” You hold up your finger between your two frames, and he doesn't think twice before looking down to loop his finger with yours. The pads of your thumbs press together to seal the deal, and he brings your interlocked hands up to gently press it against his lips.

It was a gesture frequently shared between you two — a secret handshake, if you will — but only for private moments like this. 

“Pinky pinky swear.” He reassures, giving your hand a small squeeze before finally removing himself from the bed. “I’m gonna go shower now. Be good.” The mattress echos your groan as your boyfriend disappears from your reach and into the bathroom.

Your eyes glance over at the clock, frowning at the time and blaming it for the outcome of what had been, at one point, your perfect morning. It already felt like a distant memory.

#can you tell i didn't know how to end this #skdfsafj #writing really is like bearing your soul to the world #and like that's fine it's cool it's whatever #if it's bad...pls don't yell @ me #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fluff #tom holland fic #hope writes

[baepsaesbae]

Taming Temerity

Pairing— Min Yoongi x reader 

Genre— SMUT +18, incubus!Yoongi, demon au, Valentine’s Day au 

Warnings— Dom!Yoongi, brat!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, hickies, shibari, tickling huehuehue, swearing, explicit unprotected sex (use protection when fucking a demon), ass slapping, creampie 

Word Count— 4.3k                                                                                    

 /təˈmerədē/: excessive confidence or boldness; audacity || You try explaining Valentine’s Day to Min Yoongi, your incubus boyfriend that feeds on your sexual energy. At first he doesn’t understand the point, but if it’ll make you horny then he’s willing to do anything.  

A/N— This fic is part of the Valentine’s Day collab Be My Bangtanvine with @kimtaehyunq @ppersonna @ughseoks @jinned @joontopia and @feliix​. Make sure to check out their stories too! 

“I never understood this holiday. You know it’s just a corporate scam for suckers like you, right?” Yoongi expressed his disdain as his gaze fell on the extravagant Valentine’s Day section in the grocery store. 

“So you’ve mentioned, Mr. Party Pooper,” you rolled your eyes, “Some people just like getting chocolates and flowers from their partners. I don’t see any problem with that.”

“Do you want chocolates and flowers? I can get them for you any time, just say the word,” Yoongi offered.

“That’s the point, it should be a little surprise. I wouldn’t have to ask you to do anything,” you tried to explain.

“At that point you’re already expecting something, doesn’t that just defeat the purpose?” your companion was genuinely confused.

“You know what? I don’t expect a demon like you to get it,” you were getting frustrated.

“No need to throw the ‘D’ word around like that. I’m an incubus sure, but we specialize in lust, not love. However, I’m always down to try new things. You of all people should know that,” he ended suggestively. 

You started to think about how your relationship started with Yoongi. Your body went on autopilot mode on the drive back home as flashbacks flooded your mind. 

It all started about six months ago when you randomly started to have sleep paralysis consistently. You’d foolishly open your eyes and see a dark figure in the corner of your room that gradually came closer before settling on top of you. The extra weight on your chest made it hard to breathe. Once it got to that point, your eyelids would close and you’d be whisked away to a sensual dream. You’d wake up refreshed and energized, completely forgetting about the terrifying events that led up to your wet dream. 

One night, you miraculously were able to break the cycle. As soon as the dark figure approached the bed, you threw a pillow at it. At that point, you weren’t sure if you were in a dream or not, but you dashed to turn on your bedroom lights. The light revealed a man standing frozen in place by your bed. You remember screaming for help and shouting things about a pervert stalker. 

“Help! Somebody help there’s an intruder! Someone please--” suddenly your mouth refused to open.

“Well this is awkward,” the man rubbed the back of his neck, “Let’s get a few things out of the way first. I’m not a pervert or a stalker. In fact, I’m not even human, I’m an incubus. A new one at that.”

Your eyes widened in horror at the mention of a demonic entity. You backed up into a wall trying to get away from him while muffled screams desperately tried to escape from your sealed lips. 

“I’m sure you have a few questions. Normally I would just put you to sleep but you’re wide awake now and honestly I don’t have the kind of mana to deal with all that. So we’ve found ourselves in quite the predicament,” the demon sighed as he sat on your bed. With a wave of his hand, your mouth was finally able to open again. 

“What the fuck do you mean you’re a demon? This must be a dream right?” you were bewildered.

“Come sit by me, I can show you that I’m real,” the demon patted the bed.

“Trusting a self proclaimed demon is probably a bad idea but this is just a weird dream anyway,” you reasoned out loud as you sat beside the intruder. 

The man raised one of his hands to cup your cheek; you shuddered at his cold touch. Something changed when you looked into his eyes. Suddenly, you felt like kissing this total stranger. In fact, you felt a lust that you’ve never felt before. Before you knew it, you were straddling the man, rubbing your crotch against his as you passionately made out.   

“Lay back and take off your pants, dear,” he commanded. You did as he said without hesitation.

The man licked his lips as he spread open your legs. He slowly dragged a finger along your covered slit. Pulling your panties aside, he dove in tongue first, causing you to shudder at the warm and wet sensation. His tongue flicked around between your folds as his thumb began to circle your clit. Pleasure coursed throughout your body as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. You felt two hard protruding bumps atop his head...horns?

“Reaching for my horns already? Naughty girl,” the man smirked as he inserted a finger into your wet pussy. You squirmed at his action. It wasn’t enough, you needed more.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” he asked with fake innocence as he slowly finger fucked you, “Is one not enough? Do you need more?” You silently nodded in response.

“Nuh uh, I need to hear you say it,” he teased.

“Please, I need more,” you begged as you helplessly tried to grind against his one finger.

“Hm one finger isn’t enough huh? How about two?” he added in his middle finger as you moaned, “Or do you want three?”

His ring finger slid in with ease. Finally, you felt full; lewd sounds escaped from your lips. Your back arched as he picked up his pace, curling his fingers into you with every pump. Something tight wound up in you, indicating that you were close to your high.

“Keep going. Faster,” you panted as your legs began to shake.

“Your wish is my command,” he obliged. You cried out as your orgasm hit you. Waves of euphoria rippled across your body as he slammed his fingers into you a final time, leaving his fingers pressed up against your g-spot to prolong the event. 

You focused on catching your breath while the alleged demon smiled down at you. It wasn’t a creepy smile, it was one of triumph. His fingers were still inside of you.

“You can pull them out now,” you said weakly.

“I tried. Your tight little pussy is clamped onto them. See?” he showed you how your lips stayed gripped onto his fingers, “If I can’t pull them out, I might as well go back in.”

He pushed his fingers back in, making you gasp. You were still extremely sensitive, any movement of his would push you over the edge yet again. 

“If you do that-- fuck-- I’ll come again,” you warned him.

“Let’s see how many you can handle,” the man challenged as he picked up his speed yet again.

You came three times that night. All just to his hand and occasionally his mouth. The demon looked satisfied with his work as you laid blissed out before him. He slunk down beside you, laying on his side with his head propped up on his arm.

“These got bigger,” you observed as you reached for his horns. The tiny black stumps had grown longer and had a more defined horn shape. They felt cool to the touch and were ridged, similar to those of a ram. 

“They’re not the only things that got bigger,” he winked, “This is where my mana is stored. Essentially I get stronger when I consume energy.”

“Consume energy? Are you going to eat me?” you questioned with intrigue. You still believed you were in a strange dream. 

“Already did. I told you, I’m an incubus. We feed off of sexual energy. I rather enjoyed the meal. It’s too bad this will be the last time I can see you though,” he pouted.

“What? Why can’t you visit me in my dreams like you normally do?” you could get used to having dreams like this.

“Because you know that I exist. After tonight, you’ll forget all about me and I’ll get reassigned to a different human,” he answered nonchalantly.  

“Does that mean I’ll get another incubus demon?” 

“Not exactly. There are many different kinds of beings that dwell in the underworld. You could get any one of them. Most of them aren’t as fun or as handsome as me though,” he tried to lighten the conversation. 

“I don’t want to forget you, nor do I want this dream to end,” you admitted.

“Silly girl, you still think this is a dream? There actually might be a way to have me stay with you. All you have to do is make a contract with me. Interested?” the demon offered.

“A contract? Am I gonna be selling my soul to you or something? I would prefer to keep that if possible,” you tried to joke.

“I’m not that kind of demon. The contract would simply bind us together. You let me consume all of your sexual energy and I give you the best orgasms you’ll ever have. Seems like a fair deal to me,” he explained.

“So I’ll basically have a demon boyfriend? I don’t mind that, sign me up,” you nodded. You were groggy at this point and your eyelids were getting heavy.

“Boyfriend? I suppose you could put it that way. Let’s seal this deal with a kiss,” he suggested. He leaned in to your already puckered up lips. He paused mere centimeters from your face, “I’m Yoongi by the way. I apologize for not introducing myself earlier.”

You pulled him in for a soft kiss, “Hey Yoongi, I’m ___. I guess I’m your girlfriend now.” 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Yoongi interrupted your thoughts.

“About the night we met,” you answered as you pulled into your driveway.

“That was a good night. You were so cute when you called yourself my girlfriend,” he smiled.

“Shut up, I thought it was all a dream,” you said defensively as you unloaded the groceries.

“I was thinking about Valentine’s Day as you were driving in silence. I wanna give it a try. I don’t get the hype, but if it will make you happy then I’m willing to go along with it,” Yoongi stated. 

“Really?” your mouth opened with excitement, “Do I need to plan the date or are you taking the reins on this one?”

“I’ll start doing my research now,” Yoongi gave you a thumbs up. 

“Rise and shine gorgeous~” Yoongi sing songed as he opened the blinds.

You retreated back under the covers to shield yourself from the light. Yoongi tugged at the edge, making you even more aggravated. Curling up into a ball in the fetal position was your last line of defense. Once Yoongi flung off the blanket, you were done for.

“To start off your very best Valentine’s Day ever, I present you a bouquet,” Yoongi shoved a bundle of red roses in your face, causing you to sneeze. A few petals violently detached and fluttered helplessly onto the bed. 

“Thanks Yoongi, the flowers are pretty,” you managed to say with a stuffy nose, “I wish I could adore them more but flowers always trigger my allergies.”

“Hm, every romance film I watched always showed the girl loving roses,” Yoongi pondered, “Not to worry, my algorithm is flawless.”

“Are you a robot now?” you joked. The sweet smell of syrup and waffles caught your attention. Yoongi noticed this and excitedly yanked you out of bed. Normally you would bicker about the manhandling but you decided to let today be an exception. 

The living room was filled with pink and white heart shaped balloons. Yoongi dragged you to the breakfast table, where the usual placemats were replaced with red hearts and small metallic heart shaped confetti were sprinkled all across the surface. To top it off, the belgian waffles were heart shaped, outlined with whipped cream and topped with strawberries. The presentation rivaled that of an actual restaurant. 

Yoongi watched expectantly as you took the first bite. Your mouth turned into a smile as you tasted the fluffy waffle. The toppings complemented the dish perfectly, and you were hungry for more. 

“I made eggs and bacon too, though it was hard to get the eggs into a heart shape,” Yoongi sighed as he showed you his attempt to get heart sunny side eggs. The shape was wonky but it was impressive that the yolks were still well intact. 

“I don’t care what they look like, I’m sure they’ll taste great. Thank you, Yoongi, this is incredible,” you showered him with compliments as you continued to eat. Yoongi smiled with satisfaction as he took a sip of coffee, his favorite choice of sustenance from the human realm. 

“Enjoying your Valentine’s Day so far?” he asked from across the table.

“I’ve only been awake for about 5 minutes but it’s been pretty good so far,” you nodded.

“Well whenever you’re ready, go get ready for a day out,” Yoongi winked, “Dress however you want, it’ll be casual.”

You couldn’t help but wonder about what Yoongi had planned for the day. It was still a little chilly, so you put on a cute sweater paired with jeans. You accessorized with a beret and your favorite jewelry pieces. Yoongi waited for you in the living room, and his eyes lit up when he saw you. It wasn’t the usual dark lustful look he normally gave you, but rather one of fondness and genuine adoration. 

“Where are we off to now?” you asked in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight. Yoongi didn’t like to drive, he always complained about how it would be easier to just teleport. You always had to remind him that humans do not simply ‘teleport’ places and you’d surely turn a lot of heads if you did. Regardless, you enjoyed watching Yoongi drive. You admired his delicate features as he concentrated on the road.

“Can’t tell you, that you ruin the surprise,” Yoongi chided. 

Your eyes widened as he pulled into the parking lot of the local aquarium. It had been years since you last visited, and you were thrilled that Yoongi picked this place as a date spot.

“The aquarium! Ah, I’m so excited! But they aren’t inherently romantic, what made you think of coming here?” you questioned.

“I remember you mentioned wanting to come back here someday. I figured today would be a good time,” he shrugged. Yoongi’s thoughtfulness made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. 

Once inside, you took the liberty of pointing out every fish you thought looked pretty to Yoongi. He was amused by how much you enjoyed something as simple as looking at fish. Colorful fish chased each other around their tanks, darting between corals and other underwater plants. You loved watching them go about their lives as they vibed within the aquarium. 

“It would be nice to be a fish,” you said to Yoongi as you stared in awe at jellyfish that were nearly transparent as they carelessly floated around.

“A fish? Why?” Yoongi scoffed.

“They seem happy, and free in a way. All they do is swim around and eat, that sounds like a good time to me,” you explained.

“And worry about getting eaten by a bigger fish. I’d rather be a cat if I had to be any animal,” Yoongi countered. 

  “Okay, that’s probably a better choice,” you laughed as you imagined Yoongi as a cat. It fit him surprisingly well. 

After leaving the aquarium, Yoongi suggested walking to a nearby gelato shop. You were never one to turn down dessert, so you agreed. The air was crisp and the cold made your cheeks go slightly numb, but you didn’t mind. You happily swung Yoongi’s hand back and forth in yours, you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve been on a date that went this well.   

“___?” a voice called out to you. You looked around to see who called you. Out of nowhere, someone ran up and hugged you from behind. You let go of Yoongi’s hand in the commotion as you were spun around.

“What the--” you said in shock. Finally you were put down, and saw a familiar face grinning back at you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook!” you exclaimed as you hugged him back. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s been forever! I didn’t know you still lived here,” you said.

“I know right?! God, like 13 years or something? I’m here visiting some old pals. We’re all single so we’re celebrating this stupid holiday together,” Jungkook laughed. 

“Aww that's cute. I guess this holiday is pretty dumb, but I’m actually celebrating it with someone this year! This is Yoongi,” you introduced Jungkook to your boyfriend. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook,” the young boy extended a hand.

“Min Yoongi,” Yoongi replied curtly as he firmly shook Jungkook’s hand.

“Damn, where are you hiding all that muscle?” Jungkook joked as he clutched his hand.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Yoongi deadpanned.

“How long are you in town for? I’d love to catch up with you on another day,” you interrupted. 

“I’ll be here for a few more days. Is your number still the same? I can text you tomorrow?” Jungkook offered.

“That’s perfect, I’ll see you around!” you waved goodbye and returned your attention to Yoongi. 

You took a hold of his hand and continued walking to the gelato shop. Yoongi was noticeably quiet now, and his demeanor had completely changed. There was an awkward silence between you two as you ordered your favorite flavors. You both sat outside to eat the gelato.

“So who was he?” Yoongi finally spoke. 

“Jungkook used to be my neighbor when we were kids. We practically grew up together. He moved away sometime in middle school and I haven’t seen him since. He looks great, I almost didn’t recognize him. What? Are you jealous?” you teased.

“I almost killed him when he kissed you,” Yoongi said in a tone that let you know that he was not kidding.

“Yoongi! People greet each other that way sometimes. Sure, it was a little forward, but we used to be best friends as kids,” you scolded him. 

“Ready to go home?” Yoongi asked, completely disregarding your explanation. 

“Okay let’s go back you big baby,” you sighed as you threw away your trash.

You hummed along with the radio all the way home. Yoongi didn’t say anything the whole ride. You were surprised by his behavior, you figured an incubus wouldn’t mind seeing affection in public. He had never given you the silent treatment before, so this was uncharted waters.

“Today was really nice, I think you did a good job planning out our Valentine’s day together,” you praised Yoongi as you returned home.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Yoongi said coldly.

“Why are you being so pouty? C’mere, let me give the big baby a hug,” you reached for him with outstretched arms. 

“You think I’d let you get away with that kind of behavior?” an annoyed Yoongi glared back at you.

“C’mon, it’s not like it really matters,” you teased, trying to push your luck.

“It matters to me. You’re mine,” Yoongi snarled, baring his fangs.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear,” you tilted your neck, revealing marks from his previous feedings, “I can’t leave the house without a crap ton of concealer to cover up your monstrous hickeys.”  

“You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be my permanent lover,” Yoongi shrugged, his anger dissipating. 

“Who knew dating an incubus would be so tiresome,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“So that random guy kissing your cheeks doesn’t deserve to die?” he asked quietly.

“No! I told you, we’re childhood friends. I haven’t seen him in years. It’s okay to greet close friends with a friendly peck on the cheeks” you crossed your arms, “You’re being annoying. No dinner for you tonight,” you said confidently as you both entered the bedroom.

“Oh? Since when do you call the shots around here?” his voice lowered.

“Since now,” you replied defiantly. 

“Keep being cheeky, see where that gets you,” Yoongi challenged.

You smiled slyly as you pushed him onto the bed. Standing before him, you pulled off your sweater to reveal your bare chest. Yoongi instinctively reached out to grab them but you slapped his hand away.

“No touching,” you tsked as you slowly stripped off your bottoms. 

You turned to shake your ass at him. The gesture was meant to be playful, but Yoongi took it as a wage of war. He instantly pulled you onto his lap; your panties rubbed up against his hardened crotch.

“I’m hungry,” he growled in your ear as he firmly gripped your ass.

“Not my problem,” you snapped, doing your best to maintain your composure. 

“You’ll let me starve?”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t eat me out until I begged for you to stop last night,” you admonished. 

“Enough,” Yoongi silenced you.

He roughly latched his soft lips onto your neck. His harsh suckling caused you to moan and tangle your fingers in his minty green hair. You cupped his chin in an attempt to kiss him, but he pulled away. 

“You think you get to touch me now? Foolish,” he threw you further onto the bed.

With a snap of his fingers, your panties vanished. They were replaced with strict constraints as your hands and feet were bound by an intricate silk rope pattern. You’ve never been tied up like this before. You’ve dabbled in using handcuffs or fastening a belt around your wrists, but this was something else entirely. 

“You wanted to play. So let’s play,” Yoongi cooed in your ear as his fingers traced your sides.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi no,” your eyes widened.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he smiled deviously.

His fingers dug into your sides. You burst out into a fit of laughter. You wriggled around uncontrollably in a futile attempt to get away from him. Yoongi accidentally found out that you were extremely ticklish, and ever since that day he uses it as leverage against you. It wasn’t fair at all considering that demons aren’t ticklish. 

Tears welled in your eyes when he finally ceased his attack. Yoongi also knew that tickling was a turn on for you. Something about having another person’s hands all over you made you wet. 

“You look so helpless,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Maybe these ropes have something to do with that,” you retorted as you panted.

“Still talking back? You obviously haven’t learned your lesson,” Yoongi ran his fingers along your sides.

“No, please. I can’t take anymore,” you pleaded.

“I think you can,” he smirked before tickling you again.

This time he didn’t stop until you were on the verge of passing out. The bondage made it even harder to catch your breath. Yoongi gingerly kissed your neck as you howled with laughter.

“Will you be a good girl now?” Yoongi asked as he flicked your nipples.

“Mhm,” you managed to whimper.

“I haven’t whipped out any shibari in ages, but I’m glad I did. I forgot how appetizing it makes humans look,” Yoongi licked his lips. 

“I can’t move,” you complained.

“That’s the point, my dear ___,” Yoongi kissed your forehead. 

His hand trailed down your stomach to your exposed pussy. He was pleased to find that you were already dripping wet. He rubbed circles around your clit as he licked your neck. He ferociously kissed over his previous marks as he started rubbing you faster. Your energy tasted exponentially better the more aroused you became. 

Being in such a vulnerable and powerless position turned you on so much. You found yourself at Yoongi’s mercy. Yoongi easily slipped two fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers to perfectly graze your g-spot, causing you to moan loudly. 

“You want me to fuck you?” Yoongi whispered in your ear.

“Please. I need you, Yoongi,” you begged. 

“I know you do,” he kissed your lips gently.

With another snap of his fingers, the ropes moved their position. Now your wrists were bound to your chest, and your legs were already spread open. 

Yoongi dragged his dick along your wet pussy. He loved watching you squirm beneath him as you impatiently waited for him to dick you down. He relished the erotic scene that lay before him. Witnessing you at the pinnacle of your horniess was a blessing. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He thrusted his hips into you with inhuman force. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his thick cock; you didn’t deserve that tonight. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears. He grabbed your chin as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You automatically stuck your tongue out for him.

“Good fucking girl,” Yoongi growled as you began to suck on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it.

Yoongi tugged at the ropes, making them vanish instantly. Your freedom was short lived since he immediately flipped you onto your chest. He propped up your ass, giving each cheek a firm slap. 

This position was his favorite, and admittedly yours as well. He loved the backside view, and you loved how deep he got. You were sure to lose your mind every time he got behind you. This instance was no exception. 

You reached down between your thighs to maximize your pleasure as your fingers easily toyed with your clit. Usually Yoongi wouldn’t allow you to touch yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You were too riled up from being all tied up. 

You came undone all over Yoongi’s cock. The warmth of your juices heightened Yoongi’s lust, causing him to thrust faster. He released his hot load into you, groaning as he climaxed. 

Your chest heaved as you struggled to stay awake. One of the side effects of being fucked by an incubus is that they literally can fuck you to sleep. After Yoongi cleaned you up, it was cuddle time. He ran his fingers through your hair, making it even harder not to succumb to slumber. 

“Full?” you asked with your eyes half shut.

“I’m never satiated, but I can’t complain for now,” he answered.

“Great. Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoongi,” you yawned.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ___. I hope I lived up to your expectations,” he patted your head.

“You surpassed them,” you nodded in approval.

“Go to bed,” Yoongi stifled a laugh, “I guess it’s not a pointless holiday after all.”

Published February 9, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

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[animeomegas]

shinsou being such a picky everything makes so much sense. and the thought of leaving the house while little scaring him so much melts my heart. ooh you think the way his partner would find out would be accidentally at first? i love this idea as he would be too scared of being that kind of vulnerable around anyone. how do you think they’d find out?

Ahh, I'm glad you liked the headcanons.

How did his partner find out? Well, not all at once, but from bits and pieces.

Non-sexual ageplay under cut

Shinsou had a very, very bad week, and he could feel himself slipping into little space everytime he stopped paying attention. It was an automatic response to the level of stress he was under.

But he didn't live by himself anymore. He lived with his alpha, who was currently home, and who couldn't know about Shinsou's little space under any circumstances. So he pushed it down.

His alpha, realising he was stressed, put on a film for them to watch together and made them both some hot chocolate, and Shinsou can feel himself slipping even more. And it's stressing him out.

Halfway through the film, Shinsou's alpha notices that he's not destressing and makes a move on him to try and help like that.

Shinsou, about to fall into little space, freaks out, pushes his alpha away and shuts himself in the bathroom.

Of course, his alpha is very concerned and follows him, pushing open the door that Shinsou forgot to lock when they hear him crying.

They comfort him and calm him down, but Shinsou asks for one of the soft toys from his nest. This seems out of character for Shinsou, but it's not so taboo for omegas to have soft toys in this world, even as grown adults, so Shinsou gets his toy and they finish the film together.

Clue 1.

Clue two happens after Shinsou wakes up from an awful nightmare. He's been neglecting his little space again and the nightmare just send him teetering over the edge. And Shinsou needs to use the bathroom, but he's too scared to use it alone.

So, too terrified to think about what he's doing, Shinsou wakes up hisalpha and begs them to come with him to the toilet. His alpha is very confused, but obliges, even when Shinsou asks to hold their hand the whole time. And when they get back to bed, Shinsou asks that a light remains on.

Clue 2 and 3.

The final clue happens when they are both out shopping. Shinsou ends up staring too long at the colouring books, trying to squash the urge to want one. And his alpha notices.

"You like colouring books? They have some adult ones here, want one?"

Shinsou freaks, thinking he's been discovered and the panic makes his little headspace hard to ignore.

He has to get out of here right now.

Shinsou tells his alpha that they have to leave right now, and he's almost on the verge of tears. So they do. And Shinsou calms down as soon as they get home, but still promptly locks himself in the bathroom for twenty minutes.

Clue 4.

Eventually, Shinsou's alpha does some research and confronts Shinsou about maybe being a little. Shinsou freaks out, but when his alpha suggests being his caregiver, Shinsou is shocked. It takes a little time for him to feel comfortable with it, but it turns out to be a blessing that they figured it out.

Hope that explains it!

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[spotofimagines]

Car Sick P1 ~ Dominic Calvert-Lewin

A/N: This is sort of carried on from this blurb I wrote a while ago, bc I loved the idea and wanted to write more for it, you should probs read that first to catch the vibes. This is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge based on tv and film. I used this storyline from Modern Family with Gloria and Jay. Once again, no real timeline with this, just made up scenarios. I struggled with the next bit of this so I asked you how you wanted it and you chose 2 parts, here's the 1st. Enjoy :)

Warnings: pregnancy, kids, step parents, injury mention - reader is female

Summary: You thought you were just feeling car sick, turns out it's something else...

gif by @hishairmyweakness - gif by @delstroyer

You were dropping your daughter off at Dele's for a long weekend since he didn't have a match or training to attend. After she had squeezed the biggest hug out of her dad and trudged dirt in his hallway, she perched on the sofa with her ipad and juicebox, leaving you and Dele to catch up.

Dele had been showing you how he redecorated his kitchen so you accepted a drink and decided to stay a little while. Plus you figured the news you had for him should rather be said in person than over the phone.

"Hey, Del, I have something to tell you." You said nervously, leaning your hands on the kitchen island. He turned around and took a sip of the drink he just poured as he walked closer to the other side of the island opposite you. "Go ahead." He replied, his eyebrows knitted in concern at your worried tone. 

"Well, remember when we stopped by last Friday since you were playing on her birthday?" you recollected and he nodded along. "And I had one of those herbal teas and a tablet because I was feeling car sick?" "Yeah..." he trailed off quietly, putting his drink on the counter between you. "Turns out I wasn't car sick," he frowned in confusion and looked even more lost than he did a moment ago. 

You fiddled your fingers together and took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You knew you could trust Dele with absolutely anything. You'd been close since you were teenagers, grew closer when you started dating and left nothing in the way when you had a baby. Being so young when it happened meant a lot of things turned against you, a lot of people with a lot of opinions trying to dictate your lives and yet you stuck it through. You haven't been together romantically for a while, however your relationship with him never faultered, your connection of trust staying strong.

But it didn't make this any easier to say. It wasn't hard to see when Dele got hit by moments of gloom at the sight of the mini family you were creating with Dominic. While your split years ago was amicable, and neither of you would rekindle that flame again, more than happy with your close friendship, Dele couldn't stop that jealous bubble rising in him when he saw your daughter enjoy spending time with Dom as much as she does with him. Blame his stubbornness but facing change wasn't his strongest suit. This news was going to be a big step away from that picturesque life you both once envisioned together and you desperately didn't want it to drive a wedge between you nor push Dele away. You had settled into a good rhythmic system with him that suited your daughter and your schedules, you'd hate to tarnish that in any way.

So, yes, you hesitated to tell him.

You sighed and picked at your nails, needing to just get it out before it drove you crazy.

"I'm pregnant." 

Dele's eyes went wide and his mouth opened a little from shock, the frown lines that creased his forehead disappearing. His breath was taken away. Nothing prepared him to hear those words come from your mouth and know that he wasn't involved. It was bound to happen but it still took him by surprise.

He tilted his head as he looked at you, nervously twiddling your thumbs like you always did, and it only took a few seconds for a smile to slowly grow on his face. "That," he cleared his throat and met your eyes with sincerity, "that's great. Congratulations." 

He scuffed his socked feet along the floor as he walked round the counter to wrap you in a warm hug. He squeezed your shoulder and gave your cheek a quick kiss when he pulled away, a genuine smile on his face. No, he wasn't involved this time, but he knew how amazing it was to experience pregnancy and he was certain Dominic would take to it greatly.

"What did Dom say?" He asked, leaning over to grab his glass and take another drink. Your breath caught in your throat and that made Dele side-eye you mid sip. "You haven't told him, have you?" He questioned gently, and you shook your head.

Now it was his turn to sigh. 

The glass clinked loudly in the quiet room when he put it back down, and he had a ton of questions he could have asked you and a ton of things he could have told you to do that he thought was right, but it wasn't his place. Not anymore. So he took a moment to think whilst you rubbed your hands down your front to straighten out your t-shirt again. 

"Are you going to?" You tutted and looked back up at him incredulously. "Of course I am Del, think it'll be pretty hard to miss when I'll be bursting through my clothes!" You joked and he held his hands up in defence as he chuckled, realising it was a stupid question.

"Are you nervous, then?" He tried again, this time opting for something more reasonable. "More nervous than when I told you for the first time." You admitted. Dele whistled lowly and shook his head with a laugh. 

The state you were in a bit under 7 years ago now when you told him you were going to have his child, it was something else. He still insists he hasn't seen someone so frantic, before or since. He could only imagine what was coming Dominic's way.

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There were plenty of reasons for you to believe Dom would be happy to be a dad. He adored his young brother and truly enjoyed spending time with him when he was back home. He was thoughtful and attentive with all the people he knew so you know he'd be the same, multiplied by a million, when it came to a child that depended on him.

But the way he cared for your daughter above anyone else proved to you, without a doubt, how good he would be. Dom wasn't her biological father, but that never once stopped him loving her the way she deserved. Dom made sacrifices when he needed to and even when he didn't. He'd stay awake if she couldn't sleep, he'd ask to see her on facetime when he was travelling and he always asked her about school, he even did the afternoon pick up with you when he got the chance. If Dom would be such an amazing figure in the life of a little girl he had no obligation to be a part of, just imagine what he'd be like with his own child.

You wouldn't question his want or excitement to have kids with you at any time, having spoken about it before. 

Any time except now.

Dom hadn't been himself the last week, and justifiably so. He picked up a knee injury in the Merseyside derby last Saturday that resulted in him hopelessly limping off the pitch with the physio under his arm to hold him up. A torn ACL was the conclusion after a couple hours in the hospital. While an injury was never welcome, a minimum six months out was tough to take. But with the upcoming England tournament he'd been called up for that he will now have to miss, alongside the rest of the Premier League season, it shattered him. His club and his country had important matches this year and it killed him to not be able to help secure some much needed wins for them.

Most of Sunday was spent doting on him, helping him relax and alleviating both his physical and mental pain, offering comfort through his favourite meals and hours of cuddles, something your daughter happily assisted with. 

However, by the time Monday rolled around, his rest was stifled by your daughter's birthday party.

Despite how often you'd sat him back down, Dom wasn't used to sitting all day and had helped you decorate the house whilst your girl was at school. The balloons were littered in the front room, the buffet snacks laid out on the dining table, and the banners Dom had pinned on the ceiling blew from the gentle breeze coming in through the back door. 

So by the time you pulled into the drive with a car full of young girls eager for sugar, Dom was working on half a bar of energy already. Yet he played along with the party activities and managed to dance, or more shuffle, to some Disney songs on his crutches inbetween sneaking mini sausage rolls and chocolate biscuits. 

You could see him getting more tired as each kid left, but "she only turns 6 once, right?", so he persisted on keeping the party lively until your daughter was knocked out in bed, out of her party dress but still wearing the new bracelet she got from Grandma. 

You trailed behind Dom with two cups of tea as he hobbled toward the sofa, barely managing to keep himself up despite it only being 9pm. He dropped heavily on the cushions in the corner and let his crutches fall on the carpet, not caring where they landed as long as they stayed within reach. The sigh that left him could have knocked down a tree. 

Before you got comfortable, you put his mug on the table and put a random sitcom on the TV. Dom's eyes were closed and his legs were stretched out as best as they could be, his injured knee up on the couch in front of him with a cushion underneath and an ice pack held on top.

"I'm telling you, I feel way too old for this." He muttered just loud enough to hear. "You're only 24." You chuckled a little into your tea at his complaint.

"Yeah," he rolled his head your way, hair falling on his face, "but running after her makes me feel 70, she knocks me out," he spoke quietly but with the last tints of energy in his tone, "and with this peg leg too you gotta change that to 80."

You smiled at him sympathetically and loosely linked your fingers with his, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand as let his eyes close again.

He was joking, it was obvious. But a niggling part of your brain told you that he wasn't just being dramatic. 

Admittedly it was a tiring evening with your daughter's friends running around, but with the lack of energy left in Dom, how could a baby be added to that scenario and it not be an issue? Maybe it was the wrong time. Maybe, no definitely, getting pregnant when Dom wasn't shrouded by an injury, when he didn't have frustration on top of frustration on his shoulders, when there wasn't a hyperactive 6 year old that needed attention too - that would definitely be a better time to have a baby. But that wasn't what life had handed you. Life was a little more complicated in its ways than to give you an easy run, you knew that well enough by now. 

What concerned you most was how Dom would handle it. Whilst he had picked up parenting duties well over the past couple years, he hadn't been there when your daughter was a baby, nor had he seen how tough it was on you at the time. The thought of raising another was scaring you, so it would surely terrify Dom, doing it for the first time. 

Even before the time came to hold them in your arms, being pregnant was no easy deal. So how could he possibly handle the stress of an upcoming baby, the stress of having to look after 2 kids in the future, the stress of a cranky pregnant girlfriend, the stress of prepping the house and himself, all whilst he's hobbling on crutches and having to watch his teammates from the sidelines too? 

You sipped your tea and let the TV fill the room as your brain ran overdrive with questioning thoughts, sitting silent next to your boyfriend who's head seemed full of only the sleep he was dreaming of, oblivious to the changes that were coming his way.

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[murderslugs]

Getting To Know Them || Slasher x Reader Bf/Gf Scenarios Pt 2

Jason Voorhees

When you woke, you were lying in a dim living room. The windows were boarded with thick, rotting oak planks and the doors were bolted shut. The only light left to illuminate the room was a small lamp on the old, rustic coffee table in front of you. Beneath you was a somewhat scratchy couch, clearly taken off of someone's front line with a paper labeled "free to take" on it, or from some dump. However, you were thankful that it at least wasn't the creaky wooden floor instead. You scratched at the rope around your wrists, loosened from being wriggled around and messed with.

You sat up and allowed your vision to re-adjust, and saw the same man in flannel and ski-mask in an arm-chair on the other side of the coffee table. He didn't seem to notice your awakening, or he at least didn't acknowledge it. He was reading a book with a maroon cover, and you couldn't make out the small copper-shaded title. You studied his movement. He was calm and showed little emotion in his body language, simply reading in peace.

In a split second, you decided to break the peace and silence. "Who are you?" The man put down the book in his lap, but only looked up at you for a moment, silent. You could see him think, then make a few hand gestures. You came to the realization that it was ASL, but you never really learned the language, despite your interest in it. You saw him take a deep breath and get up, grabbing a pen and a notebook off a table to the side. He slid the items onto the coffee table before you and slowly unbound your wrists. You wrote your question out again, "Who are you?" and slid it around for him to see. He read it, and wrote quickly, in slightly messy handwriting, "Jason. any more questions?" and slid the items back.

From here, you two went on for hours, listing out questions on the notebook and answering them for each other. You filled out pages and pages, ranging from basic questions to things like "what was your childhood like?" Certain things like that, he would pause and then write that he didn't want to talk about it. Through the night or day (due to the lack of natural light, it was hard to tell,) this game went on.

Michael Myers

Though you tried your best and struggled and squirmed, the man who had taken you still had gotten you tied to a chair; where you sat with a belt tying your wrists to the wooden beams, thankfully with a cushion underneath your rear. You shut your eyes for a second and groaned, throwing your head back. You always thought of yourself as strong and independent, a fighter who didn't need help from anyone. Alas, this was one ass you couldn't kick, and you hated yourself for it.

Across the kitchen, the bright lights shined on the tiled floor, and a tea kettle whistled ceaselessly. The sound of running water stopped as the man who had taken you walked from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The man dried his hands on his pants and took the kettle off the burner, shutting the flames off. You observed him take two random mugs from the cabinets above, and place them on the white countertop. He carefully poured the tea into the two cups, and a light herbal smell filled the air. After a moment, you recognized the smell of hibiscus tea. This was a familiar smell, something your aunt made every morning when you spent the night at her house in the summers between school years.

The man walked over and brought the two cups with him. A low, slightly muffled, silky voice came from behind the mask as he slid a mug across the table to you. "Careful, it's scolding." The tall, built man walked across and unbuckled one of your arms from the chair for you to pick up the mug with. "Drink." He said, before taking a seat before you. This is when he slid the mask off, to reveal a face beneath that you never would have expected. Dark brown, shaggy, messy, wavy hair fell over his forehead, and he blew it out of his grey eyes. His face was scarred and his lips were chapped, but it somehow wasn't unappealing or revolting.

"What's your name? Who the fuck are you?" You asked, leaning as far as you could with your restraints still intact. The man pushed his hair back and sighed heavily, sipping the near boiling tea. "Michael. 24. Libra." He said in a monotone voice. You rolled your eyes. "This is an introduction to your victim, not The Dating Game." You told him harshly. "Well, is there something specific you wanna know? It's not like your giving me anything to go off of, sugar cube." 'Michael' replied with the same energy in return. "Fine. I'm (Y/N). What else is there to say?"

Carrie White

Like the pale girl suggested, Carrie if you remembered correctly, you came back to the public library next Sunday, around noon. You had finished the book you had most recently checked out, so you had to return it anyways. Walking down the pavement, you saw here in a light sundress, walking up the few steps and into the library. You ran to catch up and followed her, careful not to startle the girl. As soon as you got inside, you carried yourself to just behind her, and tapped on her shoulder.

The girl turned around, and a look of confusion appeared on her features. "(Y/N). We met here last week? I suggested you check out Narnia." You reminded her, an eager smile painted on your face. A spark formed in her eyes, and she returned your smile. "Oh! Yes, yes, I remember. I'm sorry, my mind is awfully clouded lately." You assured her that it was alright, and you two went along.

The two of you walked down the aisles of bookshelves, and she looked for something new to try out. Maybe she would check out a cook-book and try a new recipe, or read up on WW1. Although, you DID notice that she avoided the religious aisle. However, you didn't comment on this, out of respect. You two checked out a few books, and on the paved outdoor steps, you stopped her. "Would you like to go for coffee or tea? Even a pastry? There's a little shop down the street, I'll buy. I'd just like to talk a bit.

Carrie obliged happily, and the two of you took your books and walked down to the small cafe. It had a dim, rustic theme, and brought peace to anyone who entered it's walls. There was a faint vanilla sent in the air, welcoming you two. For about an hour, Carrie sat down with you and talked about your life, your week, basic things. It was nice to get to know her. She seemed kind, and gentle. Everything about her was graceful, from the way she sipped her latte to the way she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. As you two finished up your chats, you grabbed your things and greeted each other farewell, agreeing to meet again next week.

Jennifer Check

The pair of you had become half-decent lab partners over the last few weeks, but she didn't seem to be doing well with the subject. As a result, you decided that you would volunteer to tutor her in the subject after school. So, there you were, on your way to her house after school to hang out and help her study up on the subject and with the homework. It was a cloudy day, and you could tell that a storm was brewing in those clouds above your head. Because of this, you decided to walk a bit faster to avoid being soaked.

As you arrived at Jennifer's house, you knocked gently on the door. When you received no answer, you hesitantly knocked harder. Very suddenly, a slightly older woman answered the door, assumingly Jennifer's mom. The woman looked you up and down, then quickly turned to yell over her shoulder, "Jenny! Your new friend is here!" She then quickly invited you in and brought you a small tray of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies, offering you to take one or two ((If you have an allergy to nuts, then M&M cookies.)) "I made these for you two while you were studying. There's also sodas in the fridge in case you need a drink." Jennifer's mom said joyfully, before scooping the strap of a purse onto her shoulder. "I'll be off now, I have a job interview to get to. Jen's room is upstairs, first door on the right. Have fun you two!" She informed you before heading out the door.

You walked up the stairs until you found an oak door, and knocked before coming in. "Uh, hi, it's (Y/N), I'm here to help you study..?" You said as you slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. Jennifer was standing, looking in the mirror and smearing concealer under her eyes. She sighed and looked over to you. "Sit on the bed. You know, I was gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood like a Slurpee, but my mom seems to like you, and I don't think you're too bad. Shame, would have been a great opportunity." She said nonchalantly. As she turned to you, you saw that her face was pale and broken out in acne.

Your heart skipped a beat and the color drained from your face. "I'm sorry, w-what...?" You tried to gulp down the fear in your words. "I'm a succubus, idiot. Don't think that I didn't notice you staring at the blood on my shoes the first day we met. I feed on people's bodies and sexual energy so I can feel good and look good. But I've decided you're worth keeping around, so I'll save that for the next chump. So, shall we get to know each other?" She said calmly as she sat down beside you on the bed.

Billy Loomis

You were home alone yet again, but this time it was mid day. You were watching horror movies out of boredom on your couch, when you got a call. You hesitantly answered, to hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm here, come let me in." You carried the phone with you. You figured one of your friends had stopped by to say hi, and their voice just sounded messed up due to shitty reception. You went to your front door, and looked through the peephole to see someone in a shitty costume, probably from Walmart, as it was October, and stores were starting to sell Halloween costumes and decorations. You hung up the phone and stuck it in your pocket, opening the door slightly with the chain lock still intact.

"Cut it out, prankster. That's not a very creepy costume. Ooo! I'm so scared!! Listen, I've seen the original Japanese film The Ring a million times, I'm not too scared of much." You heard the person sigh and push the door forward aggressively, breaking the lock. You jumped back in shock. "Hey! You're paying for that, asshole!" You yelled only for a quick response. "No, I don't think I will, beautiful. The man said, taking off his mask. To your shock, it was someone that you went to school with, Billy Loomis. You remember him graduating just the year before you, and were a bit shocked at his sudden appearance. You two had talked a bit, and you could consider yourselves acquaintances, but never really close friends.

Billy took a step forward, and in turn, you took one back. He put his hands up, showing he had no weapons in his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt, that's not what I came to do. I just want to...get to know you. Look, you can pat me down, if you really feel the need. I don't have any weapons on me." You lowered your defenses a bit, but still kept them up. "Why would you want to know me so bad?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, I looked through your window and realized I'd found you again. And I wanted to get to know the pretty (girl/boy/person) I used to look at in the hallways every day." He said in a smooth tone. And that's where your night started.

Thomas Hewitt

It was a lovely Texas summer day. A warm breeze carried through the semi-tall grass in the fields, and the smell of fresh bread filled the small wooden house. On this fine afternoon, you happened to be listening to some old music, from the 50s-60s, and baking. When you least expected it, you heard a loud knock on the door. You figured it might have been one of your new neighbors looking to get to know you, or ask to borrow something. You strolled to the door and opened it, to see a rather large man in a butcher's apron, curly dark hair, and a rather scarred face on the other side. Though he had somewhat of a threatening aura, you knew that there was more behind his appearance.

You saw him open his mouth, but then stop and think for a moment. He hesitantly put his hands up and made a few broken and hand signals. You realized quickly that it was sign language, as you had an uncle growing up that happened to be deaf, so you learned it so that you two could talk. "I'm not deaf, I just don't like to speak." You watched him sign apprehensively, and responded allowed. "That's okay, hun. What can I do for you?" You asked, and he thought for a moment. "Do you have some salt I can use? Papa shot a..." He stopped for a moment, then looked back up to meet your eyes. "Papa shot a deer, and we ran out of salt to dry out the hide and season the meat." He asked, and you replied. "Of course! Come right in, I keep a few bags in the cupboard, I have a half-full one you can take home." You told him as you allowed him to come in and shut the door behind him.

Your bread sat warm in the window-sill, cooling down. As you handed him the salt, he pointed over to it. "Oh, do you want a piece?" He nodded aggressively, and you smiled. You grabbed the metal baking sheet and put it on the counter, slicing a few pieces. "Here, you can have more than one. I make it all the time, and it's just me here to eat it anyways." You told him. "Would you like to sit down and chat for a moment? I can make you tea or coffee too if you like? You can tell me about yourself. That is, if you don't have to be home right quick." The man nodded again, and set the salt down on the counter. "My name's Thomas. I'd like some...Peppermint tea, if you have it." The man signed to you, his guard down as he clearly felt welcomed in the household. "Okay, Thomas, right on it." You smiled warmly and handed him a thick slice of warm bread with butter and mulberry jam smeared over the top. "Take a seat, dear."

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~Author's Note~

Hi guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this second part out :( I've just been really stressed and not in a great mental place, plus the factor of writer's block and being scared to burn myself out. But thank you for those who have stayed through the hiatus to continue reading!! Please comment below if you have any character or scenario requests. Goodbye for now, loves!

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