#earlier this year i was slipping into some ✨feels✨

[mariusroyale]

the way Raph’s character can be easily misinterpreted is so

like how do i put it like yes the responsibilities of protecting his family made him anxious

but he’s not soft uwu bby boy protect him 🥺

but like yes protect him i want him to REST and be GOOFY like at the end of the movie

but like no don’t he’s a tough mf

but like yeah he had stuff exposed to him as the older sibling

but like no he’s not their dad

but like yeah he drifted w mikey cos he probably smothered him

but like-

#like u know what i mean #im at a point where i feel i have a p good gauge of his character #earlier this year i was slipping into some ✨feels✨ #but it was also like a sense of frustration like hang on a minute why DOESNT anyone do anything w his angst potential #but it was also like ugh most of the stuff on him is just like fanon speculation #so it was like then SOME ppl are gonna be like ugh he isn’t parentified tf #and then i read that thing w mikey and i was like well. yeah but also no kinda #and then it was like but hang on now the movie’s given us a LOT to work w #and it’s like damb. #i love this fucker #rise raph #rottmnt #text post

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b) - prologue

soundtrack: mastermind - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: Bradley shoots his shot in public, but will he fumble when he meets you in person? warnings: language, drinking, meet cute notes: my first series in a while! this is shamelessly based on the epic Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce saga currently happening rn, and combine that with my innate love of football (the kicking kind, not the NFL kind) and... voila! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think in the comments, reblogs, and asks. Happy reading! <3 ✨I do not have a taglist. Please follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass and turn on the notification to get the latest update on my fics✨

Soccer Sensation Bradley Bradshaw Fails To Shoot His Shoot With Y/N At Her Concert?

Arsenal captain Bradley Bradshaw may be among his club’s top scorers this season, but even he misses a chance in romance like the rest of us.

The 29-year-old athlete spoke about his missed opportunity with the multi-platinum songstress Y/N while speaking to his former teammate Héctor Bellerín on the latter’s podcast, “More Than A Footballer”, earlier this week.

When asked about any fun stuff he did last weekend, Bradshaw replied,

“I went to the Y/N concert at Wembley [Stadium]... it was awesome. It was pouring rain, but it was amazing. I don’t remember Wembley ever being that electric aside from, like, cup finals. She was sensational.”

Bellerín nods in agreement, having heard great things about the famed singer-songwriter’s live concerts.

Unprompted, the American midfielder then continued,

“If you’ve heard about the tour, there’s this tradition of trading friendship bracelets. And I actually made one with my number on it, hoping I could give it to her after the show…”

The Cockney-raised Spaniard cackled in surprise and teased him, “But she didn’t wanna see you, bruv? [That is] legend!”

“No hard feelings!” Bradshaw raised his hands in defense over the Zoom call. “She needed to dry off and get warm. Gotta make sure she stays healthy, protect those vocal cords. But yeah, I was a bit bummed out about it.”

Bellerín laughed and jokingly addressed the camera, “Y/N, if you’re watching, give my boy a chance, will you?”

Mononymous pop sensation Y/N is hot off of her Kaleidoscope North American Tour, which wrapped in September. Her six-show run at Wembley Stadium this November officially kicks off the European leg of her sold-out tour. 

Will they be the next pop royalty and conquer the stadiums with their own crafts, or will this fizzle out as this week’s viral anecdote? The ball is in your court, Y/N.

Y/N’s representatives have not responded for comment.

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Your Miu Miu heels click and clack against the ground. The pavement gleams after the rain and glistens under the streetlights. Everywhere you look, your eyes hurt. Down, and you worry about slipping into a puddle and falling on your ass. Forward, and a million camera flashes are ready to give you an aneurysm.

All in the name of reporting your night off of work, performing live in front of 90,000 people in a stadium.

In other words, all in a day’s work.

There’s a moment of reprieve, when the silvery white blitzes disappear into the dim tangerine lighting of the lobby. The flight down the stairs is so dark, you’re seeing green. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust, but as soon as they do, the thumping bass line of some dance music hits your ears. Clashing perfumes doused on the dancing, dressed-up bodies that you have to weave through.

You are seriously regretting your girl friends’ invite to a night out. You could’ve just had them over to your hotel, open a bunch of red wine, and you would’ve still had a blast. But no. You had to say yes to going to the Cuckoo Club with Lacey, Amara, and Jo.

And this evening is making you feel quite cuckoo.

There’s champagne at your booth and you’re much too eager to take a glass and start a toast. “Cheers, bitches!” you yell over the music, clinking your glass against theirs before downing the whole thing in one go.

It’s nowhere near enough.

There’s not enough buzz to dull the assault to your senses—not even after the three glasses of wine at dinner earlier. Everything is still too loud, too bright, too crowded, too… much.

“Hey!” you nudge Amara, who is sitting right next to you. “Let’s do shots!”

She turns to you, eyes widening at the slightest. “I thought you wanted to take it easy tonight!” 

“Changed my mind,” you shrug, as you get up to the bar.

While you make your way through the crowd on the dance floor, Bradley Bradshaw looks up from his booth and does a double-take at the girl who just walked by. Even in a high-end club full of the well-dressed and well-heeled, people still get starstruck. And why wouldn’t they? You’re about as famous as an iPhone. 

His eyes widen and immediately whips out his phone to shoot a text to his oldest and most trusted friend Natasha Trace.

‘Dude, I’m in the club and Y/N just walked in. What do I do??’

Natasha thankfully texts back almost immediately. Then again, maybe being a Communications Director for a major company requires her to be a good texter. ‘Wdym what do you do? Just go talk to her.’

‘You were supposed to introduce us!’ Bradley replies, eyes darting between his phone and you at the bar, conflicted.

Natasha is a mutual friend of yours, too, and when the Bracelet-gate clip went viral, she laughed in his face for a full 5 minutes before deciding to set the two of you up. But the schedule never really aligned, so he hasn’t got a chance to see you. Not even after he went to your concert with a friendship bracelet and a dream.

And now, seeing you here in the same room at the same time as him…

‘What do you want me to do, get down there and do it for you?’

‘...Can you?’

He senses the judgment even as the three dots appear on his screen. 

‘Stop being a pussy, Bradshaw. Let me Netflix and chill with my gf in peace.’

Bradley scoffs, half-annoyed and half-fond. ‘Asshole. Have fun.’

The dance floor clears up, just enough to see that you’re right there. Leaning against the bar in your dress like a dirty daydream, talking to the bartender, and he couldn’t just let you go without a word. He thought about it, and he simply couldn’t.

“Oi, where are you off to?” His teammate Martin hollers, while the others watch him make his way to the bar in determined strides.

He squeezes past patrons across this jungle of a club, hoping to God that somebody hasn’t beaten him to talk to you yet, or you haven’t ducked out completely. Oh fuck. You’re still there, though. Good. You’re still at the bar, still glimmering under the mirrorball. Just a tap on the shoulder away. You can do it, Bradshaw…

“Excuse me, I—”

You feel the hand on your shoulder just as you turn and stand up, and in a flurry of miscoordination, looks up just as the other person moves in.

In a stroke of dumb luck, Bradley feels the top of your head slamming up against his nose and he groans in pain. “Ohh!”

“Shit! Oh my God…” you gasp, reaching out to the man in front of you. He’s tall, very tall, and you can’t quite see his face with his massive hand clutching his nose. “I’m so sorry…”

“No, it’s okay. My bad…” It really doesn’t seem like it, so he lets go of his nose and smiles sheepishly. Gosh, he must’ve looked stupid right now.

But you see it differently. What you see is a dashing man in a sleek tieless navy suit and a well-groomed mustache, straight out of a Cinemascope flick, ever so handsome despite his reddened nose from the way you just accidentally headbutted him. “No, that was totally mine. Are you okay?”

Your eyes are crystal clear even in the dim light, the concern is palpable in your gaze—and rightly so. It’s just that he’d take the headbutt any day, if it means he can look at your beautiful face. “I’m… I’m swell. Y/N, right?”

There’s a shift in your gaze. First, alert—you’re assessing how much of a potential threat this person is, whether they’re gonna be weird about you— and then it relaxes. Not a threat. Then a slightest hint of mischief, like she wants to know what kind of dynamics they would have. “Have we met?”

And boy, can he.

“We haven’t, actually. But I went to your show at Wembley earlier this week. You were amazing.” He offers a handshake. “Bradley Bradshaw.”

You didn’t quite catch his name over the blaring music, although you shake his hand anyway. “Sorry?” 

He leans into your ear, “I’m Bradley Bradshaw.”

You don’t know which one makes your heart skip, the sudden close proximity, the warmth of his timbre, or the whiff of his perfume.

“Right. Nice to meet you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You accept his handshake, hoping he doesn’t see how flustered you are in the strobing purple light.

“Likewise.” He nods with a smile. “And may I just say… you look stunning.”

“What, this old thing?” You brush down the art nouveau-inspired Balmain dress on your body. You’re just being modest, of course; you know you’re dressed to the nines. You have never been much into facial hair, but somehow that mustache suits him very well. “You don’t look so bad yourself. You remind me of a… young Robert Mitchum. Or Paul Newman— or one of those Golden Age leading men.”

His face lights up. It’s hardly the first time he received that kind of compliment, but when it came from you, it feels… different. It feels special. It makes him just a little bolder. “Yeah? Maybe after a few drinks, I’ll be quoting lines from Butch Cassidy. Or would you prefer Cat On A Hot Tin Roof?”

This piques your interest. A man of culture, it seems. But of course, you can’t be too sure. “I’m more of a Paris Blues kinda gal, I’m afraid.”

Gosh, you don’t swoon so easily and he likes you so much for that. “Makes sense.”

“How so?”

“It’s a good underrated musical movie, for the musically gifted… And Sidney Poitier was just fantastic in that.”

“Huh.” You raise your eyebrows. You honestly thought he was just spouting the famous titles. But the fact that he has likely seen this hidden gem might just mean he’s really into it. “Aren’t you full of surprises.”

He leans in to speak in your ear yet again. “If you stick with me for a bit, I might show you another surprise or two.”

The music drowns out your racing heart just barely, and the bartender places a whole set of tequila shots on the bar top, and it snaps you out of your reverie for a moment. 

“Wanna get some air?”

He seems surprised, but of course he wasn’t gonna throw away this shot. “Sure. Why not?”

You instruct the bartender to send the shots to your booth, not even spending ten seconds to ponder staying in this deafening hell hole. Not when this man looks like peace. Perhaps an undercurrent of mystery underneath, but his whole demeanor is as calm and comforting as those old-school movies you put on to fall asleep. At the same time, something about this person pulls you in, it’s almost magnetic, and you can’t help wanting to see this through.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fluff #footballer!bradley #footballer!bradley x popstar!reader #top gun imagine #top gun au #ava writes #fever pitch

[katebishopshands]

But I’m a Cheerleader ! Pt. 4

(Cheerleader!Kate Bishop/reader) (18+)

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The end of cheer camp nears. With three days left in the week to carry your team to victory, you only have one thing standing in your way.

Your feelings for Kate.

No longer being able to let your feelings for her hide in the depths of your subconscious, you do something you never thought you’d do.

You talk to her.

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You search for her eye for the rest of the day. You swear you can feel her staring at the back of your head during lunch, but when you turn around to look at her shes talking with America and Clint like nothing had happened.

Like she hadn’t shoved her hands down your spanx hours earlier.

Like you hadn’t done the same to her a day prior.

Yelena beams to you on your way to the last rotation of the day, conditioning.

“Today was great, wasn’t it? I think we’re really onto something this season” she’s talking nonsense, not even making eye contact with you. She toys with the end of a blonde braid as she keeps up with the rest of the team. You adjust your backpack on your shoulders, glancing behind you in hopes to see Kate.

You see her, but she doesn’t see you.

Was the moment in the locker room her way of calling it quits? Whatever relationship that had been developing, squashed in under 24 hours? Maybe the sweatshirt was her way of saying goodbye.

“Yeah uh, I don’t know Yelena, but I think we were on fire today!” You smile back at her, not wanting to show her the internal conflict you were going through as you stepped through the doors of the training facility.

It shouldn’t bother you that Kate ignores you throughout the last rotation of the day, throughout dinner and the rest of the night. If anything, you should be happy that she’s finally done tormenting you. But you’re not. You crave her eyes on you, the snarky comments, the snotty looks. You crave her. Always have. Since you started cheering, Kate had been with you. At competitions, try outs, cheer camps. She’s a constant in your life that you didn’t even realize.

So now having a day almost completely void of her, felt wrong.

You played with the sleeves of the sweatshirt you had stolen, well now Kate had given to you. Just biding time until you got the energy to get up and take your shower. The tie faded tie blanket you had made sophomore year of high school sat under you. On top of the blood, sweat and tears from training that day, you also hadn’t really gotten a chance to clean yourself up since the…incident with Kate in the locker room that morning. A shower sounded so good, but your body ached.

Along with the aching muscles, your heart ached over the lack of Kate’s attention during the latter half of the day. You felt like a spoiled child. You hated admitting that feelings of some sort had started growing for the dark haired girl. But they had, in some fucked up sort of way.

You’re getting up from your bed, grabbing the towel that hung on the back of the door to the bathroom after not being able to take the smell of your own BO any longer. But you stop before you turn the bathroom door handle.

You had to talk to Kate.

You couldn’t keep letting her take over your mind. She hadn’t even done anything really, but god was she distracting. You couldn’t live through the rest of camp looking over your shoulder to see if she was noticing you.

You hung the towel back up on the door, sighing a bit as you hung your head before walking over to the door that led to the hall. Your bare feet stuck to the cool linoleum flooring. You knew deep down that you probably should be wearing socks or some sort of slip on shoe to avoid athletes foot or wherever, but you were too tired to care.

Hand colliding with the metal door handle that led to the hallway, you turn it and open your door. You’re looking at the ground as you do so, ready to make the short walk to Kate’s room so you can tell her how you feel.

“Um…hi…?” Your eyes flick up to the voice that had just spoken up.

It’s Kate, her hand still stretched out, reaching towards your door handle. Her hair is down . It’s a little wet from a shower you assume. Her pajama shorts low on her hips once again. You’re able to see the purple jeweled jewelry she has in her belly button piercing more clearly than earlier. Your mouth goes dry.

“I was just..um..” you’re sputtering, suddenly forgetting why you were even going to see Kate in the first place. She chuckles slightly at you, letting her head fall for a moment before looking back at you.

“Can we talk? And I mean actually talk” she’s still smiling, not looking like she’s mad at you. This settles the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

“It’s like you stole the words out of my mouth.” You take a step out of her way, beckoning her to take a step into your room .

She obliges and steps past you, you’re able to smell her shampoo from her shower. Coconut. You knew that already, having woken up to her hair in your face that morning. You’re suddenly insecure about the way you smell after deciding to ditch your shower in favor of going and talking with Kate.

Kate turns to you before she enters fully into the bedroom area of the dorm. She picks at the skin on her lip with her teeth , her hands clenched at her sides. She’s swaying back and forth, clearly in thought.

“So..you wanted to talk?” You interrupt her thought process. You couldn’t stand having her this close to you when you didn’t know where this newfound relationship stood. The last time you had spoken it had felt like a goodbye, but now you weren’t sure.

“Right! Yeah..of course..” Kate shakes her head a bit, as if she was trying to shake her ideas out.

“I think..” she starts. You brace yourself for impact. This was it. This was where she broke everything off with you, and you went back to hating each others guts, or even possibly ignoring each other for the rest of your lives. You look at your feet, not wanting to meet her watery blue eyes.

“I think we started this off wrong” she finishes, and it’s not what you were expecting to come out of her mouth in that moment. Kate Bishop admitting she had done something wrong, it was a Christmas miracle.

“Oh?” You look up in surprise, finally looking at her. She looks nervous actually. No longer the confident girl who had asked you to ride her thigh last night, or the girl who had followed you to the locker rooms. She looks small. She’s fidgeting with the seams of her pajama shorts, bouncing from foot to foot.

“Yeah, I mean like.. I usually don’t do this kind of thing..well I do but I don’t know..”

You cock you head at her, not really sure what she’s trying to get at.

“I’m not sure I’m following” Kate sighs and goes to sit down on your bed. She looks at you expectantly before nodding her head next to her, inviting you to sit down next to her. You mindlessly follow her request and sit an almost too far distance away from her. She raises an eyebrow at you but continues.

“I’m sorry I just..I’m used to getting with girls suddenly but there’s something about you.. I don’t know. You’ve bugged me since the day I met you..”

“So you’re saying I’m different that the other girls you’ve been with?” You scoff a little at how cliche it sounds.

“Yes! But it’s not like that I just…I’d like to get to know you…like actually get to know you..” Kate won’t look at you. She’s staring at the chipped purple polish on her fingers, playing with the hang nails that cling to her cuticles.

“Kate..” she looks up at you. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she had tears in her eyes. She’s embarrassed you realize. The ego machine that was Kate bishop was embarrassed infront of you.

“Are you saying you want to actually have a conversation with me and not just fuck my brains out?” She goes red at this. You laugh a little.

“I mean if you want to put it that bluntly…yes? If that’s okay with you.” Her voice is hopeful. She’s trying to hide behind awkward laughter, but you can tell that she’s wanting you to say yes.

“Look, don’t get me wrong I REALLY like fucking your brains out, but I think in this case we need to get past the enemies thing and get to the friend part first..” she ends her sentence with an awkward laugh.

“Oh so we’re enemies?” You lean forward, smiling a little at the idea that Kate thought you were enemies.

“You told me last night that you ‘ hate me’, I’d take that as being enemies” she rolls her eyes a little, her attitude coming back for a second.

“Maybe I wouldn’t hate you if you weren’t such a show off”

“And maybe I wouldn’t show off so much if you didn’t give me dirty looks all the time” she snaps back from your snarky remark. You put your hands up as a sign of surrender.

“Okay Kate Bishop…let’s be friends then…ask me whatever you want”

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Kate’s legs are crossed over your own. Your back against the stone wall of the dorm room that your bed sat against. You’re both laughing at some story she was finishing up.

“There’s no way you’re that scared of horses” you say in between laughs, trying to catch your breath. One of your hands sits atop Kate’s knee, a thin barrier of sweat between your exposed skin.

“I’m being so for real right now, I ran right into the road after seeing the Central Park carriage horses for the first time” she’s laughing too. Her nose crinkling as she smiles big. She’s cute.

This is the first time you’ve looked at Kate and thought she was cute. Not hot, or sexy or anything of the sort. She’s cute. She’s being herself in the moment, not the villain you had made her out to be in your head. She’s someone who if you had met under different circumstances, you’d be totally head over heels for almost instantly.

“My mom had to run into the road after me to make sure I didn’t get squashed” she’s grinning at you.

“And…you’re still scared of horses?”

Kate looks away from you.

“No comment” she continues to not look at you, opting instead to play with the ties in your blanket

You scoff at her and shove her shoulder a lightly. Kate leans back and rubs at her shoulder where you had hit her.

“No fucking way you’re scared of horses, you’re 22!” you nearly yell at her. You’re in awe. True awe. In the past two days you’ve learned some crazy things about about Kate, but this one took the cake. She rolls her eyes at you, black hair sliding off her shoulder and falling behind her back.

“Look, I don’t trust them. They know something we don’t, I swear!” Kate is desperate to plead her case, but you’re not having it.

“You’re ridiculous” it comes out breathy as you look down to where your hand still sat atop her knee. The bed dips and shakes a little as Kate scoots a a little closer to you, her purple polished hand finding your thigh. Your boxers rise up a little as you shift a bit. Either it be from nerves or to relive the growing heat in your core, you’re not sure. Kate rubs her thumb over your thigh.

“Would it be ridiculous of me to say that you might be into it?” Half lidded blue eyes bore into the side of your face. You dare to sneak a glance at her out of the corner of your eye. She’s waiting for a response.

“You’re ridiculous” you repeat, this time more quietly, less confident than before. She nods her head a little .

“That’s what I thought” before you knew it she’s shifting her position on you, swinging her leg over you to straddle your lap. You hold your hands on her waist, looking up at her with your brows furrowed in confusion not exactly sure what she was trying to get at.

Kate leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You kiss her back.

The last two hours you had learned more about Kate Bishop than you had ever intended on. Her mom had essentially raised her herself after her dad passed away. She had gone to an all girls school for high school. Despite being the charismatic powerhouse that you knew from cheer, she struggled to have a lot of close friends.

Kate Bishop was nice. A hell of a lot nicer than you were. Always judging Kate, chalking her up to some rich girl who got eve try thing she had wanted, but you were so wrong.

And now here she was, fingers tugging at the hairs that sat on the base of your neck as she kissed you. She rocks into the kiss a little, sending your back against the cool stone of the wall behind you. You can’t tell what gives you the goosebumps that prick up on your arms and exposed skin of your legs; the feeling of the wall through your tshirt or Kate’s lips on your own.

Kate pulls away, a little out of breath and looks down at your. Her hair is back over one shoulder, it’s almost fully dry now.

“What happened to not wanting to do anything again until we’re friends? “ you jab at her, squeezing her hips a little. You can’t help but tease her. The last couple of hours had been entirely too nice for your liking. She groans and rolls her eyes.

“Are we not friends yet? I told you about my dead dad..I think that means things are getting pretty serious” she’s joking, but the undertone of her words is legitimate.

You run your hands up her back, nails catching slightly on the cropped tank top she wore. Kate shivers. Sitting up slightly, you let your nose graze hers. She looks at you and blinks a few times expectantly.

“I don’t know Katie…” your thumbs are rubbing small circles on her back. Kate takes a small breath of air in anticipation.

“I’m honestly still a little wigged out about the horse phobia” you grin at her, moving your face closer to hers and letting your noses brush once again.

“but..I guess..”

“Please” Kate cuts you off, no she begs you. Thick brows furrowed, full lips slightly parted as she releases her breath onto your face.

“I guess I’d call us friends now.”

Kate’s resolve crumbles quickly. She slings her hands over your shoulders, grabbing at the hair at the base of your neck again. She’s tugging on them, eliciting pleased sighs out of you as you kiss her.

You’re holding her, pressing her body into yours. Her chest pressed against yours as you fight for control of the kiss. Kate’s tilting her head to get better access to you. Hot, open mouthed kisses shared between you break the would be silence of the dorm room.

For the second time while in the process of kissing Kate, you think of your neighbor and best friend, Yelena. Wondering what she would think of if she heard you sucking face with your biggest rival. You shudder, making a mental note to keep it down if you guys do end up banging.

Kate detaches her mouth from yours and works downward . A kiss to the corner of your mouth, your chin, your neck, right above the collar of your shirt. She lifts off of your for a minutes, her fingers playing with the bottom of your shirt. It’s an old competition shirt, you think you gotten it when you were maybe 17. Kate eyeballs it for a moment. She laughs.

“We won this competition…you guys came in second.” Of course she had to have brought that up. You scoff at her.

“Oh you bitch” you push her off of you, adjusting her position so her head fell on your pillow. Kate laughs at you as she falls backwards. Her dark hair sprawls out behind her onto the faded pink pillowcase. It was some ancient Disney princess pillow case from when you were like four, it had been to every cheer camp with you .

You swap your positions, now straddling Kate’s hips. She keeps laughing as you start kissing her neck.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I heard you call me that”

Kate is incredibly smug for someone who was under you. Confident gaze flitting over your body. How she found you attractive in that moment was above you. The faded competition shirt, the tattered boxers, the fact that you hadn’t showered. When you had packed for the week you didn’t intend on anyone that wasn’t Yelena seeing you in your pajamas. But you found yourself straddled on top of your arch enemy, core throbbing with want.

You kiss up her neck, sucking on her jaw. Kate’s hands tangle in your hair, yanking in the strands a little. She whines a little. You nip at her jaw a little following it with your tongue to soothe the blossoming hickey.

Kate arches her back upward, successfully colliding your chests and your crotches. You hiss into her neck, letting your head hang for a moment as she bumps into you, your clit colliding with the material of your boxers.

Kate takes note of the way you stutter on top of her.

“Feel good?” She gently gathers your hair in a free hand, pulling your head up slightly so you can meet her face. You flush. You were so tough a few moments ago, but now that Kate’s got you under her gaze you shrink down. Too embarrassed to admit that you wanted her to shove her fingers down your shorts again.

You can see the hickey bruising on her jawline. You hadn’t even thought about the consequences of doing that. You had just wanted to hear Kate make her pretty noises. You sit up, putting your hand over your mouth.

“Shit I’m sorry Kate” she looks at you confused, leaning up on her elbows.

“For what exactly?”

“I accidentally gave you a fucking hickey. I wasn’t even thinking about it” your hands are over your face. You really didn’t want to blow this whole thing you had going with Kate. After your conversation and actually getting to know her, you thought that even outside of a sexual relationship you might actually be able to be friends with her. But no matter what? Neither of you were ready to be in the public eye.

Kate sits up fully. You feel your body drag a little with hers as she crosses her legs under her. She takes your wrists, so incredibly gently. When you had embarrassingly enough imagined Kate Bishop in these scenarios before you thought she’d be cocky, mean, maybe even a little demeaning and rough.

But Kate Bishop is gentle.

Removing your hands from your face, Kate shakes her head at your a little once you meet eyes.

“It’s okay, really”

“Really?”

She nods her head and your stomach feels a bit better, the guilt eating away at you subsidizing for a moment.

“And besides, I’ve got concealer, no one will notice.”

She’s so nice to you. It’s shocking. After years of getting in each others faces and endless taunting, Kate is nice to you.

She leans into you, kissing your gently at first. But as her hands travel down your body, starting at your cheeks, and then your shoulders, to your breasts and downwards, she gets more aggressive. You rock your head with her, letting Kate dominate the kiss.

This wasn’t the rage filled make out sesh from the night prior, or the quickie in the locker room, something had changed between you.

Kate’s gently pushing you backwards so your head barely sits below the edge of the twin extra long mattress. You let her, sighing into her as your back touches down. Kate’s hands have found your hips, her fingers pulling lightly at the top of your boxers. You lift your hips just enough for Kate to pull them and your underwear down your thighs. You never take your mouth off of hers, sighing into her mouth as the air of the dorm hits your freshly exposed core.

Kate reassuringly places a hand on your hip, rubbing light circles on the warm skin there.

“You good?” She pulls away from you and meets your eyes. Her finger keeps rubbing at your hip. You swallow. You’re more than good. Never in your whole life had you thought you’d actually be civil with Kate, but here you are.

You nod.

“Words please. I’ve heard you be louder than that on the mat” Kate smiles, her teeth perfectly white and straight. You wonder if she had braces at some point.

You roll your eyes. As if she really needed you to say it, she had already had her fingers inside you that day.

“Yeah..I’m good” you whisper. Kate’s not happy with your answer, but it’s sufficient enough because she shimmies her way down to her stomach. Face eventually level with your cunt, which at this point is effectively soaked because of the stop and go make out sesh you guys had been locked in for the last 20 minutes or so. She wastes no time as she goes in, nose bumping your sensitive clit as she begins licking at you.

You jolt, a strangled moan breaking through your lips. Kate had not prepped you in the slightest so the sudden attention almost jump started your body.

You feel Kate smile into you as she reached a hand up to your breast and starts to knead at it. You moan again. Kate continues licking and sucking at your folds. The mixed sensations of Kate swapping between lickingg at your labia and sucking on your clit, along with kneading at your breast occasionally tweaking your nipple has you shamelessly moaning.

It’s almost like you’ve forgotten you’re at cheer camp, and you’re now a horny 16 year old hooking up with her first girlfriend in some beat up car.

You grow tired of the barrier that is your shirt between Kate and your skin. You begin to grasp at the hem of it. You arch your back to make it more easy to get the shirt off of you, in the process pushing your cunt even more into Kate’s face. She moans and swirls her tongue around your clit. You gasp, dropping the shirt from your grip to clasp your hand over your mouth in an effort to keep quiet.

Kate laughs at you and goes back to work.

Shaky hands finally grabbing onto the faded fabric and pulling it over your head. You throw it behind you and forcefully place Kate’s hand back on your tit. She tweaks your nipple again and you jump.

Kate looks up from her position between your legs, blue eyes clouded in thought and a smile still on her juice covered lips. You were close at this point. The extra stimulation to your breast was what you needed as you rut against Kate’s face.

You’re about to announce to Kate that you’re close to finishing when she stops.

“Kate I was about to fini-“

She shushes you, quickly sitting up. You’re about to protest again until Kate begins to pull off her own shirt. You close your mouth and stare. Respectfully of course. But you think to yourself that she has the prettiest boobs you’ve ever seen. Kate catches you staring as she throws her shirt towards where yours landed behind you.

“ you like the view?”

“Uh no” you lie. Admitting it was too embarrassing. She leans forward and kisses you. You sit up, leaning into Kate. While kissing you, Kate begins to shimmy her way out of her own shorts, leaving her them along with her underwear discarded on the opposite end of the bed .

She pulls away from you. You had seen her naked before. But this time was different. That was you two fucking out your feelings for each other. Whatever this was, you couldn’t put your finger on it but it wasn’t that.

You take Kate’s naked form in as she props your right leg up and slings it over her shoulder. She hovers her own cunt over yours, her own right leg going over your left.

“Kate what are you doing?”

“God I’ve been waiting to find the right girl to try this with” her eyes are on where your cunts almost collide. Her chest is heaving, blue eyes blown with her dark curls falling over her shoulder again. Her tone is deep and filled with lust. You’re about to lean forward to brush her hair off her shoulder again when she she essentially sits down on your center, her swollen clit catching on yours. The raw sensation of your overly sensitive bud colliding with Kate’s warmth sends your back towards the mattress again.

You see stars. When you had heard your friends talk about seeing stars during sex you thought they were joking but having Kate Bishop sit her own pussy against yours was what officially broke you.

That was, until she started moving.

Kate begins to grind herself against you, sending your body up and down with every thrust of her hips. You’re silently screaming as she does so. You have to put your own hand in your mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. Kate’s panting, her thick brows furrowed as sweat drips from her hairline inbetween them. She’s reaching for your tits as she continues to thrust into you.

Sweat drips down your own back and inbetween your asscheeks, eventually ending on the fitted sheet beneath you that seemed to slip farther off the mattress with every one of Kate’s thrusts. Kate’s moaning above you. Her heads thrown back as she squeezes your boobs, using them to anchor herself into her motions.

“Jesus Christ Kate” you whine. Your hands are reaching anywhere. You need something to bring you back down to earth. The feeling of Kate against you is so raw and intoxicating you can’t help but feel like this is a dream. Some insanely perverted dream. You would’ve continued to think it was a dream, until Kate herself whines from above you.

Her clit catching on yours causing her hips to stutter. Your breath catches in your throat at this, which is a sign for Kate to pick up her pace. She leaves marks on your tits as she pounds into you. Red crescent marks framing your nipples from her dull nails pressing into the supple skin there. You plant the one foot on the mattress and begin to meet her thrusts, frantically humping into the air in an effort to meet your climax.

With each thrust your clits kiss and elicit a high pitched whine or moan from you both. At this point you didn’t care who heard you, you wanted to cum. You wanted Kate Bishop to make you come.

“God you’re doing so good” Kate mumbles, her rhythm faltering. She plants a kiss on your ankle. Your cunt flutters around nothing at her praise and sudden affection. Your release is approaching faster than you’d like it to. Kate teasing you earlier hasn’t done you any favors.

Before you’d like it to, your body tenses up, hips off the mattress and you cum. Your calves clench, your ass clenches and so do your eyes. Your whole body goes limp under Kate as she continues to rut into you, desperately trying to finish herself. You shake as she does so, beginning to feel over stimulated every time her clit bumps against yours. You’re about to push her off when she moans quietly and her hips stutter to a halt.

She looks down at you as she catches her breath. Waiting a moment before she removes your leg from her shoulder, you wince at the feeling. On top of being sore from the days work, your hip is now sore from being locked in that position for god knows how long Kate had you there. She’s gentle with you, guiding your leg back down onto the mattress before lifting herself of of you.

The sound of your mixed release sends shivers down your spine and you both wince at the lack of each other’s presence. Kate brushes some hair out of your eyes and leans down again to kiss you. You reciprocate as you sit up, wincing with every adjustment because you were so sore.

“You did really good..I really meant that” Kate says between a whisper and her usual speaking voice. She’s avoiding your eyes again, back to the shy girl who had came into your room a few hours again. Kate traces a circle in your thigh, eyes focused on that.

“Thanks” you say through a smile. “You were pretty good too. I mean that was…” you take her hand in yours, you now rubbing circles on the top of her hand.

“Yeah..it was.”

Kate looks towards the door, then to where her shirt was behind you, and then towards her shorts at the other end of the bed.

“Well I should..” she begins to move to go collect her clothes, getting one foot onto the cool flooring.

“Stay..” you reach for her. You’re not sure what came over you, but you want her to stay. Genuinely. Not even for more sex. Just to lay with her, run your nails up and down her arms. To count the freckles on her body.

“Please stay..” it was your turn to beg tonight. At first you can’t read Kate’s expression. Her lips are slightly downturned into a pout and her head leans to the side. She almost looks confused. The corners of her mouth slowly turn upwards into a smirk and her cheeks flush. She quickly gets up, running across the room to turn the light off, and then jumps back into your bed, her head back on your old Disney princess pillow. She holds her arms out for you to join her.

Kate stays the night.

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DARRRRRLINGGGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROL JAIIIIILLLL

No but for real this took forever and I apologize for that, but I’m actually like, really proud of it?? Something about taking my time to really work on the quality of it was really refreshing.

This IS NOT the last part, but I do think part 5 will be. This concept has been so fun to write, but I’ve got a fic on my other blog I’ve been neglecting even worse than this one.

Mwah mwah mwah love you all so much ✨🏹

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#kate bishop x reader #Spotify #kate bishop #hawkeye series #mcu #hawkeye show #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x female reader #marvel #kate bishop fic #kate bishop hawkeye #bisexual kate bishop #kate bishop au #kate bishop smut #kate bishop x y/n

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Happy New Year!! a kiss for each of you! 🤍 (this ficlet is nsfw btw)

✨✨

Do you think I’d get in trouble for killing Brian?

Steve smothers a smile as he leans against the kitchen counter, his thumbs tapping a quick reply.

If you kill your boss, who’ll pay you?

I’d become the boss. And I wouldn’t make anyone work on New Year’s Eve.

It’s cute how irritated Billy is about working for a mere 5 hours instead of 8. Sure, he had to wake up at his usual time (at the asscrack of dawn) but at least he’s off earlier and off tomorrow.

It doesn’t stop his boyfriend from complaining, of course

Only two more hours and then we can spend the rest of the night snacking and watching movies :)

They don’t have any ‘real’ plans for tonight. They went out last year, to some bar with Robin and Heather, and it had been so goddamn busy that after Billy got a drink spilled on him, they promised each other to stay in next year.

And here Steve is, in their apartment, decorating for their cozy evening and preparing the snacks and drinks. He even got a bottle of champagne to pop at midnight.

Billy doesn’t text back so he figures someone came to pick up their car from the shop, so Steve continues his attempt to string up the small ‘Happy New Year’ banner across the wall above their couch.

✨

Stupid fucking clients and their goddamn cars.

Billy frowns to himself as he clocks out, waving ‘bye’ to his boss and throwing a “Happy New Year,” back at him as he ducks out into the cold.

Parked right in front of the shop is the Beamer, waiting idly, and Billy rips open the passenger door to get in — and freezes as the lights come on inside and Steve’s sitting there with a smile, looking cozy and warm and happy.

It makes the tension bleed out of his body just to see his boyfriend.

And then he flicks his gaze down to the seat and there’s a bag of McDonald’s waiting for him. His usual order, probably.

His empty stomach rumbles with hunger and he sighs in relief as he picks up the bag and sits down, shutting the door before leaning over to pull his pretty boy into a hard kiss.

He feels Steve hum in surprise but reciprocates easily, chuckling as Billy pulls away and all but rips open the bag to stuff a few fries into his mouth.

“I figured you’d be hungry and cranky,” Steve grins, “So I got your usual.”

“You mean you came prepared,” Billy smirks softly as he opens up the little box of nuggets.

It’s fucking sweet how attentive Steve is to him. How he knows how to cheer him up after a stressful day. Billy’s beyond lucky to have him.

Five years and still going strong.

“Thanks, baby,” Billy hums as he leans over again, gives Steve a salty french fry kiss as they’re pulling out of the spot.

“Mm, you’re welcome,” Steve smiles, loving him.

✨

They get home and Billy heads to the shower to wash off the scent of oil and grease from the shop as Steve gets into his usual soft shorts and a worn t-shirt — his usual ‘stay in’ clothes.

They’re also easy for Billy to remove, if needed.

He slips on a pair of sweats and nothing else, joining his boyfriend on the couch amongst the blankets, pulling Steve against him immediately and kissing at his cheek and jaw, mumbling into his ear, “I didn’t kill Brian.”

A soft laugh leaves his pretty boy before he turns his head, pecking his lips and humming, “Good, ‘m glad.”

The TV isn’t even on yet and they’re already making out like teenagers, bundled up under the duvet pulled from the bed and rubbing their hands along each other’s bodies, warming up from the cold.

It’s sweet and slow, soothes Billy’s nerves from his stressful day of last-minute clients showing up with broken whatever’s and busted this and that’s. All easy fixes, but annoying people rushing him and constantly checking in on him — and Brian telling him to ‘hurry up’.

It was the old bastard’s fault for opening for half a day.

But, none of it matters now, not when Steve’s pressing his lips to his ear and mumbling ‘missed you’ into his ear like the lovesick man that he is.

“You missed me while I was at work?” Billy grins, sweet on him and gently brushing the tip of his nose against his boyfriend’s.

Steve gives him a quiet nod and whispers, “Missed my baby.”

Because Billy is his baby. Steve’s to spoil, to love, to care about. It’s soft as fuck and so pussy, but Billy loves it. He loves that he can be soft and sweet with Steve like this, in the privacy of their home.

His eyes half-lidded and staring into those brown doe eyes, Billy smoothes his palm along Steve’s thigh and whispers back, “Missed you, too, sweetheart.”

And they smile at each other, both filled with that mutual love and adoration, sitting in that warmth together until Steve finally gets up to turn on the TV.

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It’s close to midnight and they’re on their third movie, Billy laid back across the couch with Steve half on top of him, both of them watching the screen until Billy feels restless.

Maybe it’s the warm, tipsy feeling he has from the snacks and drinks. Who’s to know.

But, he smoothes his hand down Steve’s back under the covers and goes lower, dipping his hand underneath the soft shorts to grab at the flesh of his boyfriend’s ass, feeling firm muscle and soft skin.

“Mm,” Steve hums, acknowledging but not protesting.

Billy gives the muscle another squeeze, a little harder, and mumbles, “Cute decorations.”

Steve hums again, replies with a soft, “Thanks.”

“Did it take you long to put them up?” Billy asks, feeling his boyfriend’s dick begin to press into the side of his hip.

Count on Steve to get hard with just a squeeze of his ass. The guy is hornier than Billy, despite what their friends believe.

“No,” Steve whispers as he turns his head to press his mouth against Billy’s throat, licking across his skin, inhaling the scent of shampoo there.

Billy grips the flesh in his hand again, inches his fingers down to rub at his boyfriend’s rim, feeling the heat of him there and hearing the soft sound he makes.

Steve ruts his hard dick into Billy’s hip again, sighing out a moan into his neck.

“What’s got you all worked up?” Billy hums playfully, feels the flutter of Steve’s hole against his touch.

“You,” Steve huffs, pulling away just to look at him, and that’s when Billy gets to admire the flush on Steve’s face and the way his eyes are half-lidded. “You gonna shut up and do something or you wanna keep talking about the decorations?” He asks in that bitchy tone Billy likes, even quirks a brow.

Billy’s smile grows at that and he pulls his hand out of Steve’s shorts, licks two fingers before putting them back against his hole and humming, “Okay, I’ll do something. I’ll play with your hole until you cum in your shorts.”

The press of his fingers is made slick with his spit, his fingertips rubbing circles against the puckered skin while Steve stares at him, slack-jawed and his blush going from pink to red as the words settle in his brain and he hooks his leg across Billy’s hips, rolling his own to grind his dick there.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” Steve whispers, as if he doesn’t love it, panting as Billy doesn’t stop, rubbing and rubbing while they never look away from each other.

Brown on blue the entire time, until Steve’s panting open-mouthed and his face twists pretty, cumming in his shorts just like Billy said he would.

“Mm, there we go, that’s it,” Billy praises softly as Steve ruts his hips, feels warmth bloom against his hip as the cum soaks through Steve’s shorts and against his sweatpants.

Steve’s pulling him into a hard kiss then, sucking on his tongue and still moaning, let’s Billy take over and kiss him deep, licking into his mouth and gently biting his lips.

From the apartment downstairs and above them, they hear cheering, and both of them glance over at the clock on the wall.

12:00am.

They look at each other with matching grins and chuckle, sharing another kiss — this one chaste and sweet.

There, on their couch, they whisper ‘Happy New Year’ to each other between kisses and quiet laughter.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lemon #bambiwrites

[dc418writes]

•Baby’s First Hanukkah•

✨Pairing✨: Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: A surprise visit leads to an emotional first day of Hanukkah (Operation:Rekindle addition)

⚠️: Ari (😏….y’all know lol), bit of angst in this one, fluff, mention of pregnancy

A/N🎙️: ✨Happy belated Hanukkah and Merry belated Christmas to those who celebrated! And Happy Holidays to everyone who doesn’t celebrate✨! I intended this to be out wayy earlier but here we are lol also I hope the explanation I have for Hanukkah is correct, but if there’s something I need to change please let me know☺️

*Disclaimer!: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*

“Not celebrating Christmas?,” your mother asks with arms crossed and a raised perfectly arched brow. Clearly not pleased with the words that just slipped past your lips.

“I didn’t say that. I just said we’re not gonna make it to the party this year. We wanna stay in and be with ourselves instead you know? We’ll still come Christmas Day.”

“Which is perfectly fine,” your father interjects before your mother could say anything more. “Right Tori?”

You knew this would happen. It’s exactly why you planned to call her the night before with your fool proof excuse of having caught a stomach bug and needing to stay in. No one would get hurt and you could freely spend that evening with Ari. Plus you wouldn’t have to dance around the actual reason you were skipping your family’s annual Christmas soirée.

However, your mother’s perfect timing and knack for pop up visits sent that down the river in a fiery pile of ashes.

“Well, could’ve fooled me with all the Hanukkah decorations and lack of Christmas tree,” she retorts waving her hand back and forth emphasizing the decorations you already set.

“I still have to put it up,” you answer focused on making sure the menorah was properly centered on the island. Or maybe it’d look better on the other table? “And, as I’ve told you before, Ari is Jewish. So these decorations are for him, and to make it feel like his place just as much as it is mine.”

“Mm..and where is Mr. Ari so he can help?”

“He’s still sleeping-,”

“And leaving you with all the work.” A humorless “tuh” huffs from Tori’s lungs as she turns towards your father. “Some boyfriend huh Howard?”

“He was up late studying,” you state finally facing your parents standing in your living room. Your facial muscles working overtime trying to keep your annoyance and anger hidden.

Unknown to you, Ari was wide awake on the other side of the wall in your bedroom hearing every word since your parents stepped over the threshold. Heartbeat already elevated on where this conversation would go.

“Look, I know you’re in love with him-,”

“Tori,” your father tries to warn, but you both knew nothing was stopping her.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to do everything together. Couples can have separate lives sweet girl.”

“I know, and we do-,”

“So it’s settled then! You’ll rightly be with us, you’re family, for Christmas as usual and he’ll be with his,” she smiles. “Which then leaves New Years for you two spending time together.”

Ari didn’t have to be out there to know you were growing frustrated. He could already see your jaw tick and nostrils slightly flare. Feel the heat radiate from your skin to the surrounding air.

“Ari’s my family too.”

“Yea you’re close, but-,”

“No, because he’s my husband,” you reveal in a flurry of words; exasperated with the idea of this conversation continuing.

“That’s sweet of you to claim him for your future-,”

“I’m not talking about the future mom, I mean now! We..we got married in July. At the courthouse.”

Unsurprisingly, there’s a long silence as your parents stand blinking at you. Their expressions unreadable and solely trained on you even when Ari quietly strides by your side in his college tee and sweats.

Your mother’s eyes eventually drift to your hand where your ring prettily sat on your finger. It was simple with just a single diamond that some would consider small, but it was all you needed. And you loved that ring because of the man that gave it to you.

“So that’s not a promise ring like you said,” she calmly states. Everyone around could feel her rising anger though.

“Well technically it is. Just for a..legally binding promise,” you nervously smile. It quickly falls at the sight of their disappointment. “This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you.”

“After five months it seems like you weren’t planning to tell us at all Y/N!”

Ari desperately wanted to come to your rescue and try to calm everyone, but what could he really say to help? He’s tried before when he felt your mother was being too tough on you while in school scolding you on what you should be doing and when. How you needed to be putting yourself out there in as many clubs and organizations as you could to network and possibly get an internship. Maybe even a job right out of college.

“She’s doing really well and always trying her best Mrs. Y/L/N,” he states standing across your mother on the opposite side of the kitchen island. However, she’s more concerned with perfecting the cake batter in front of her than to look him in the eyes. “I-I get you want the best for her-,”

“Exactly, I want the best for my daughter as any parent does their child,” she calmly replies - scarily calm in fact - lifting her head to finally meet his nervous blues. “Something I know you wouldn’t fully understand seeing as though you have no children. Correct?”

“Right..”

“So until that day comes- actually no, even if that day comes, I suggest you refrain from trying to suggest how I parent my daughter. Understood Ari?”

Nervously shifting from one foot to the other, he agrees with a quiet, “Understood,” and a slight tip of his head before his presence is ignored once again by your now sweetly humming mother.

Since then, he’s kept his interactions with her short - and she’s pretty much done the same on her end.

“I’ll be in the car,” she says after the most tense moment of silence any of them had ever experienced.

“Mom I’m sorry.” Your apology falls on deaf ears as she continues forward striding through the door and letting it slam with a loud thud that rattled the wall. “She hates me.”

“No she doesn’t,” your father sighs stepping close enough to give your shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. “Neither of us could ever hate you. We’re just hurt.”

A lone tear falls as he places a kiss to your temple and you feel your heart ache. You knew the consequences of your actions all those months ago as you stood hand in hand with Ari in front of the judge. Nothing could have prepared you for actually having to endure those consequences though.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of mom sweet pea. We’ll see you guys on Christmas,” he painfully smiles before making his way out the door as well.

But not without Ari close on his heels catching him halfway down the wooden steps outside your door.

“Mr. Y/L/N it’s my fault. I’m the one who brought up the idea of getting married,” Ari admits with guilt etched into his strong features. “Be more upset with me than you are with her.”

Your father can’t help the small smile that forms on his lips at your husband’s attempt to make things right. Since their first meeting, he could see how he’d gladly do whatever was needed to make you happy. How protective he was and completely enamored by everything that was you. It warmed his heart that you found someone who loved you possibly just as much as he did.

He realized then his prayer for you to be taken care of by a good man had been answered.

“Ari this is no one’s fault, alright? You both are grown, so if you want to get married you have every right. As far as us though, that’s our little girl who we dreamed of walking down the aisle and giving away. Gifting her with a big wedding where we could all celebrate that next stage of life with her and her husband. To not even be invited or told beforehand what was gonna happen it’s..,” he sighs briefly letting his eyes wander trying to find the right words, “it’s as if someone slapped us right across the face before the punch to the gut.”

Ari’s face falls in shame putting himself in the older man’s shoes. Of course he didn’t regret marrying you, but looking back he should’ve pushed more for you to be open with your parents. To not be afraid of their reaction and firm in that this was your decision.

Instead, he went along with your promise of telling them later so clouded by the joy and excitement of being wed to the love of his life.

“It might sound dramatic, but if you decide to have children you’ll understand.”

“No, I-I get it..and I’m sorry.”

Your father nods appreciatively, “Just give us some time son. We’ll be okay.”

Son. That was a good sign right?

“Happy Hanukkah Ari. And take care of my baby girl.”

“Of course sir,” he smiles. “Thank you.”

With a final wave goodbye, he watches your father descend the steps joining your mother in the running car; definitely still upset from the scowl twisting her face as she gazed out the passenger window.

He can hear your sniffles as he re-enters the linen scented space quickening his feet until he can sit next to you on the couch rubbing circles in your back and kissing your forehead.

“That’s definitely not what I wanted you to wake up to,” you half heartedly chuckle wiping your watery eyes.

“Hey don’t worry about that. I’m just sorry I even put you in the situation in the first place when I brought up getting married at the courthouse.”

Your fingers find his jaw softly scratching the bit of scruff lining it as you carefully shift to sit in his lap. “It was still my decision though. And yes I should’ve told them sooner..but I wouldn’t change how and when we got married,” you smile leaving two kisses, sweet as honey, on his lips. A beat of comfortable silence falls over the two of you while he holds you close to his chest gently rocking back and forth. Both of you taking in the sounds of birds and children outside for a few minutes as he occasionally pecks your temple and your heartbeats mold into a similar rhythm.

“Now,” you begin, sitting up to clear your face of any remaining streaks and tears, “I distinctly remember you promising to teach me all about Hanukkah. And cook me every dish until my stomach feels like it’s gonna pop.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay you don’t-,”

“A promise is a promise Ari!,” you dramatically state with a poke to his well built chest making his lips curl in a light chuckle. “Plus I want to. Like I said you’re my family too, and I wanna learn and explore everything about you.”

When he thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did, there you were adorably making him fall even harder.

“Okay…so there was once a king named Antiochus, who ruled over Syria and lived outside of Israel. Now this king was horrible and so absorbed with himself, he ordered everyone in the countries he conquered to worship the Gods he did and abandon their usual practices. Eventually, he made his way to Israel where he enforced that order on the Jews and even went as far as commanding his soldiers to destroy our temples if the people weren’t willing to convert them. Unfortunately, this included the most beautiful of them that was in Jerusalem.”

Your attention stayed glued on the man with his arms around you, looking up with an adoring smile to see his eyes sparkle and how his lips moved filling your living room with a deep voice full of passion and animation. You didn’t have to ask to know he was the favorite among his little cousins for storytelling.

“Some followed the king’s orders to avoid trouble, but there were others, like Judah Maccabee, who stood up to him. He and his brothers formed an army to go against Antiochus and the Syrian army to take back their home and free his people from the king’s rule. They were outnumbered, I’m talking like middle schoolers up against a professional team, but they won! They reclaimed Jerusalem and everyone was thrilled, however when they entered the temple in Jerusalem, everything was ruined. The floor was cracked, gold pitchers tarnished, and most importantly, there was no oil to light the menorah. They found a little while cleaning up, but knew it’d only last through the night. Instead though, they were surprised to watch it stay lit for eight days and nights, which they took as a sign that God was with them. So in remembrance of that miracle and our own reminder of how God is always with us, we light a candle on the menorah each night for eight total nights. Plus we spend time with family, eat food, and play games as part of our complete Hanukkah celebration,” Ari smiles brushing a loose curl behind your ear. “Didn’t bore you too much did I?”

“Of course not. I loved it honey.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you peck his lips before nuzzling your face against his warm skin taking in his wood and sage cologne. “I can’t wait until you get to tell it to our kids.”

“Me either, but we still got a good while for that beautiful.”

“Or..it might come sooner than you think..”

“Maybe,” he shrugs.

“Like this summer,” you add being met with silence as you felt his head tilt. Something he tended to do when in thought or confused.

Gently lifting you from his chest, the sight of you nervously biting your lip is all the answer he needs as his expression morphs from confused to disbelief and finally shock. “B-But wait..how- when-?”

“Halloween and our um after party when we left your cousin’s. I’m nearly two months so I just did the math in my head and figured.” Thinking back, he remembers how both of you seemed to be unable to keep your hands off the other as soon as you walked through your apartment door. Him being in some type of hypnotic, aroused trance after watching you play with his toddler cousins and you after just seeing him with his family period. How you couldn’t wait to give him one of his own.

“I-I know it’s not part of our plan right now, especially with you in grad school and me figuring out my stuff-,”

“But it’s okay. We got this.” You hadn’t realized you were crying until you feel his thumb brush along your cheeks. Having kept your stress hidden for all this time, and what happened with your parents earlier, it was probably time to get your emotions out whether you wanted to or not.

“I just hope I live long enough to meet little bug,” he chuckles pressing his nose to your cheek before resting his forehead on yours. “You know your parents are definitely gonna kill me when they find out.”

“They won’t, but if they try I’ll just stand in front of you. They wouldn’t hurt the pregnant lady carrying their grandchild.”

“We might need to be handcuffed together for the rest of your pregnancy then.”

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[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

No Hellsing because I sadly don't know her but Nikolina + 9 for the 50 tropes thing? ✨

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

AFDHFFHJD so… answering this nearly a full year later. I had this like 90% done in my drafts for ages and forgot to actually post it. I only remembered because I was scrolling through my inbox for any fun prompts I might do and saw the ask.

Anyway, ambiguously set at some point during R&R after the gang escape the white cathedral and meet up with Nikolai again. Let’s pretend Nikolina got separated from the rest somehow lmao

Featuring a Darkling tether cameo bc I am who I am as a person, I guess!

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Alina didn’t mind sharing a room— it was more cost efficient, and likely safer if they had to leave in a hurry. Sharing a bed was a little more uncomfortable though.

“I think the innkeeper may have misunderstood,” Nikolai said slowly.

“It’s fine,” she grumbled, too exhausted to care very much. She sank heavily onto the one bed, unraveling the shawl around her neck that hid the collar. “It’s only one night.”

“I could try to get another room?”

She shook her head. That would just draw more attention to them, the last thing they needed was to be memorable.

They had been mostly camping out in the woods at night, trying to steer clear of populated areas as best they could. They wouldn’t have been staying at the inn at all if Sturmhond didn’t have contacts they were intending to meet in the morning. Contacts that might even help lead them to the rest of the group. Alina hoped they were safe.

Nikolai sat down beside her. “I’ll have you know, I snore horribly.”

“Wonderful.”

He gave the bed an exaggerated pat. “It doesn’t seem like a very good bed, to be honest. I don’t think it even has fleas. I could just take the floor.”

She snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s no use if you’re stiff as a board in the morning. What if you have to run away because you bad mouthed someone?”

“That would be unfortunate.”

“You just stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine.” And truthfully she was too exhausted to care much about propriety at the moment. And sleeping on an actual bed was a very enticing prospect. She suspected Nikolai was probably feeling the same way.

“I can’t wait to tell Oretsev you insisted on sharing a bed.”

She turned to glare at him. “I could still change my mind. No gloating.”

He held up his hands placatingly, but his grin didn’t slip. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave that part out of the tales of our daring exploits.”

“I just hope we’ll get a chance to recount tales at all,” she replied.

And that was that for the moment. They busied themselves the rest of the evening taking the opportunity to replenish their supplies, and prepare for the travel yet ahead of them. It was a careful thing, they both had recognizable faces. And the last thing they wanted was to be caught before the rendezvous in the morning.

Alina took her turn washing while Nikolai ventured out again to get food.

She’d quickly dressed again and was brushing out her wet hair when she heard it, smooth as silk, almost a whisper. “Where are you, Alina?”

Somehow, she didn’t jump. Though she felt the Darkling’s cool gaze on her. Though her stomach twisted with sudden dread. “I think telling you defeats the point of being in hiding.”

“Why run, Alina? You know I’ll find you eventually. The longer you take the less inclined I am to show you mercy.”

“I’ve seen what you call mercy. I don’t want it,” she bit out, just as the door opened.

“Suit yourself,” he replied, calmly, and with that the apparition dispersed.

Nikolai walked in some time later, carrying a tray of food from the kitchen downstairs. Slim pickings, but that had been the case for awhile now, with the drawn out civil war. And frankly she didn’t have much of an appetite after the Darkling’s brief visit. But she forced herself to choke down what she could.

To his credit, Nikolai seemed to sense that her mood had turned since earlier, if not the reason why, and so he didn’t make many attempts at conversation. She was grateful for it.

Then there was the business of sleeping. It was less awkward than she was expecting. She told herself she was too exhausted and in her own head to care very much.

So she extinguished the lamp, and lay down on her own side of the bed, carefully turned away while Nikolai changed. It was likely testament to his own weariness that he hadn’t made any quips or half hearted attempts to flirt with her.

She listened to the rustle of clothes and then the soft footfalls as he approached. The listing of the mattress. Despite everything she was very aware of how close he was, even when carefully keeping to his own side. The already cramped room just seemed smaller in the dark.

“This is preferable to sleeping on the floor,” he admitted, finally.

“Much easier on your delicate, princely sensibilities, right?” she replied without turning around. She was almost a little afraid to.

He only laughed.

Still, it didn’t take very long for Alina to fall asleep.

She woke some time before dawn, disoriented. Not quite sure where she was or how, except that it was more comfortable than she was used to.

Her memory caught up to her about a minute later. And the realization that she was very much not on her own side of the bed. Just who she was clinging to, and whose shoulder she’d buried her face in. From the steady rise and fall of his breath, Nikolai appeared to still be asleep. Fortunate, he’d never let her live this down.

Gingerly, she tried to disentangle herself without disturbing him. With any luck, they simply wouldn’t talk about this in the morning.

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[sims3tutorialhub]

Hi! I don't know if this has been asked before. I just got notified that this Tumblr existed. Basically I have this super powered laptop and I was so exited to play sims 3 on it because in my PC it runs laggy even with all the not lag tutorials and tricks out there ( I have to admit I use mods and tons of CC, the surprise thing is that the still PC manages to actually run it not that bad) THE THING IS, in this laptop the game runs like heaven and without any lag at all with LITERALLY the same amount of mods sad CC. The problem here is that for some reason the game just closes. It closes, without the famous message "sims 3 has stopped working". Just like that, and depending on the save file I'm on, it closes maybe later maybe earlier. And earlier easily means not even 1 minute into the actual game. It's so frustrating to have to be playing on a PC that runs the game way slower than the super laptop standing right beside it and that actually runs the game so quick. BUT, it closes. Of course there's gotta be a reason but it feels like it doesn't, that it just closes without any explanation. I've been looking for a solution since I got the laptop, September's last year and I found some things but didn't work.

Needless to say, the laptop has and exceeds all the Sims 3 game requirements. Up until this point I've always found how to fix the game problems but this one slips out of my hands, and I mean, maybe yours too. I'm not expecting you to magically have the answer after all this time, but maybe you do. I still have my little hopes. Anyways, this is extremely long already. Thank you so much in advance. I'll be hoping in the mean time 🥺💖✨

Hi!

This sounds kind of like a memory issue! I would track what it uses in memory just before the crash. There is a tutorial here:

https://sims3tutorialhub.tumblr.com/post/163980412531/tutorial-black-screen-and-memory-crashes

The game will die around 3.3GB memory used and as it is 32bit game, there is nothing that can fix this.

Here are some recommendations on how to use less memory:

https://sims3tutorialhub.tumblr.com/post/614180701125951488/the-sims-3-game-and-memory-what-to-do-and-what/amp

If that is not the issue then we all know sims is crazy, so I would try with a new The Sims 3 folder and add original folders in one at a time and test. Sadly no really accurate faster ways!

[letssimptogether]

✨(Request)Car Sex in the Rain w/ Michael✨

A/N: Hey, everyone! Sorry this took so long; I got caught up with y first tests for college and some slight writer's block since this is the first smut I wrote in years, but I finally feel confident enough to put this out!💕 This is a Michael Myers x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: 18+ please! this is not intended for anyone younger!!

Summary: It was just barely hitting nighttime, and the rain from earlier on in the day had started to pick up. The two of you decided to have a horror movie marathon. While you were getting everything ready, you noticed the lack of snacks in the house. You asked Michael if he wanted to come with you for the drive to go get some snacks from the local convenience store; much to your surprise he said yes. Which is how you ended up on top of him in your car, in a heated makeout session.

The two of you rushed back to your car, and the second the two of you pulled up, you and Michael hurriedly piled the groceries in the trunk. You recalled a few moments ago when you and Michael were in the store; he had been teasing you the entire time the two of you were in there, from the way he pushed his pelvis tightly against your ass as you asked him to reach for something, to how his hands gripped your waist tightly, slightly trailing lower. You couldn’t wait to get home, to say the least.

As soon as you were done putting the groceries in the trunk, he opened the back door to your car and pushed you onto the back seat, his hand made its way to your throat, squeezing lightly at first as his other hand rubbed against your core, rubbing circles against your sensitive area slowly, before applying a little more pressure on your throat, his lips catching your own in a sloppy, heated, kiss.

“Michael,” you begged, looking him in his eyes, searching for any sign of what he might do next.

He groaned in return, spreading your thighs and pressed himself flush between them, grinding slightly against you in the process, causing a slight sting of pleasure to erupt through you making you moan lowly. He slipped his hand through your pants, pressing a finger against your clothed damp slit before moving your underwear aside and completely dipping into you. You weren’t sure how audible you were being inside your car, but you didn’t really care; the way Michael’s fingers were pounding and curling into you, it was impossible to focus on people walking past the car, or anything for that matter, especially when he sped up the pace; you felt a warm feeling spread from your core; your orgasm was starting to make its approach, only for it to be disrupted as Michael removed his fingers. He quickly discarded your pants and fumbled with his own before releasing his long, thick cock from his boxers.

“Please, Michael,” You moaned, “please fuck me.”

With those pleas being put out into the air, he gave his cock a few pumps before lowering himself into you, thrusting slowly as the two of you adjust to the small size of the car's back seats, and you on his thick cock. Once the two of you got comfortable, he began thrusting slowly, testing how much you could take. His hand cupped your chin and forced you to look up at him as he sped up his pace, grunting softly from the pleasure. It’s obvious he’s holding back, but right now you wanted, no, you needed more.

“Fuck,” You breathed out, “Michael.”

He looked at you, almost as if waiting for you to continue to speak. You swear you could make out a smirk on his features as he pounded into you, soft grunts escaping his parted lips.

“Harder, Michael,” you begged, “Please.”

It didn’t take long for his speed to pick up to where he’s fucking you at an animalistic pace, dragging his long cock out slowly before slamming back into you. Michael's hand curled to the back of your neck, trailing up to grip your hair, tugging harsh enough for your eyes to meet as he’s tearing your insides apart.

You felt your organs approaching with such ferocity, you ground against Michael for more friction, trailing your hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing small fast circles.

“God,” You wailed, pleasure over washing you, “I’m gonna cum, Michael, I’m gonna-fuck!”

Michael’s speed never slowed as you rode out your high on his cock. His hand cupped your face, and with only a few more thrusts, he came inside you. The two of you just lay there, catching your breath and looking into each other’s eyes, and you swear you can see a faint smile paint his features.

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[blueeyedheizer]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!✨✨✨🎊🎊🎊🎉🎉 for your prompt event would you be willing to do #12 or/and #6 with Michael Gray?

#12 "My water just broke."

I went with the pregnancy prompt ☺️

You were not expecting your water to break so soon.

It happened during Michael's 28th birthday party; the whole family was gathered in the living room drinking and celebrating, the youngest Shelby boys drunkenly singing at the top of their lungs keeping everyone entertained. Meanwhile, you were dancing with your five year old daughter in the kitchen, seeking some peace and quiet before returning to the chaos outside. Anna's cheerful laughter filled the room as you spun her around and danced with her to the rhythm of the music.

Despite being heavily pregnant, you never said no to your daughter when she was in need of some alone time with her mother. She knew you would be busy with her little sister once you give birth and therefore moments like these would become less and less frequent; she wanted to enjoy her time with you to the fullest. She was a very smart girl for her age, and you were so incredibly grateful to have her and Michael by your side.

Not too far away, the latter was observing the three most important women in his life with a fond look. His cousins often teased him about how sickeningly in love he was with you and how soft you made him. And they were right. The mere sight of you was enough to calm him down in any situation; you were his anchor during harsh times, the only person that had been here for him through thick and thin and had helped him overcome his addictions.

"Be careful, princess." Michael spoke, catching the little girl's attention as it was her turn to spin you around. "You know mummy gets easily dizzy at this stage of the pregnancy." It was true, you were already becoming dizzy from all the dancing and moving around but then again, times like those with your daughter were so precious you didn't want to miss out on anything. She was growing up so fast, who knows if she'd want to dance with you like this again when she's older.

Anna nodded and kissed your belly. You ran a hand through her hair, smiling fondly as she apologized.

"Sorry mummy. I won't do it again."

"It's okay baby."

A couple minutes passed and Michael walked up to you, pressing a kiss to your temple and letting you know he needed to discuss something with Tommy. You nodded and kissed him sweetly, watching as he exited the kitchen leaving you and Anna to your little dance contest.

You were so preoccupied laughing and dancing with your daughter that you hadn't noticed the water dripping down your legs until she pointed it out to you.

"Mommy!" Anna gasped, suddenly letting go of your hands to place hers over her mouth. "What's going on? Is it my fault?" she questioned, panicking. Tears were already welling in her eyes so you intervened.

"No, no, no, it's okay baby, it's okay. You did nothing." you tried to reassure her all while trying to keep your calm. "Your sister's coming a bit earlier than we expected, that's all. Will you go get daddy for me?" the little girl nodded and quickly rushed out of the kitchen in direction of her dad.

You held your swollen stomach as you took a sit on the nearest chair, taking deep breaths in and out. You weren't feeling any pain, but the break was so sudden you couldn't help but panic a little.

Within a minute Michael was by your side, one hand holding onto yours while the other rested on your cheek.

"What's wrong, are you okay? Anna said something bad happened." you chuckled at your daughter's choice of words, your reaction easing Michael's nerves.

"My water just broke." you lifted your dress just enough so he could see the liquid dripping down your ankles.

"Fuck—" he breathed out, his grin widening as realisation hit him. "I thought she wasn't supposed to come out until another two weeks?"

"I guess she decided otherwise." you couldn't help but let a few tears slip, feeling a sudden outburst of joy. Michael wiped your tears with his thumbs and leaned in for a kiss.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. I don't think she'll be here until another few hours. I'll go grab some stuff for the night and then you can drive me to the hospital."

"Alright. I'll let mum and Ada know."

"Michael wait," you reached for his arm as he got up and you stole another kiss from him, your free hand caressing his cheek. "Happy birthday my love."

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[captaincryolicious]

A game of Pirate

➳ Kazuha x gn!reader

➳ Oneshot ; 3.5k

➳ Fluff ; No warnings

You and Kazuha run into your three young friends at the harbor and join them for a game of pirate. [14.O7.2O21]

Zep's Note ; Yep, shamelessly inspired by the daily commission ✨

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It was one of those blissful moments of the year where the main flagship of The Crux had moored in Liyue Harbor, taking a break from the vast outstretched oceans for thorough maintenance and the necessary restocking. Not just that, it was also a given opportunity for the crew members to reunite and spend time with their loved ones on the mainland, and to be out of reach of the perpetually simmering dangers that lay dormant underneath the glistening yet treacherous surface of the sea. A little summer vacation, one might jokingly call it.

The often seaborne ship would stay for at least a couple of days – maybe even a couple of weeks, depending on whether or not Beidou would feel comfortable enough to stay on dry land a little longer. That was a matter for later, though. For now it was tied securely to multiple bollards on the dock, not going anywhere anytime soon. 

You loved it; glancing over at the wharf and seeing the mighty ship you grew to love so much so nearby instead of far out of reach, gone for so long that even the details of its exterior would slip from your mind slowly. With the absence of Beidou's ship also came the absence of the crew members, and one in particular had your heart and being separated from him for so long was hard. But he too came to the mainland of Liyue, and you were happily reunited.

You had him right next to you, one of his hands securely in yours and the other holding a chicken-mushroom skewer he had bought from a street vendor moments earlier. 

Kazuha was taking in his surroundings with a gleeful smile, clearly happy to finally be able to spend some leisure time on the mainland again, together with you. 

It had been quite some time since you last saw each other, so you naturally refused to leave each other's side ever since the ship had arrived in Liyue Harbor and you had almost knocked him off the gangway when you flung your arms around him. But that was yesterday, and after finally having spent a night falling asleep in his arms, you two had set out early this morning to roam around the streets of the lively harbor city. 

There were so many things you wanted to do now that he was there. Take him to your favorite spots, go on countless little dates, enjoy the various beautiful sceneries the mainland had to offer you, and maybe even introduce the samurai to the ones close to you so they could finally meet the boy you literally refused to shut up about. 

For now, however, you seemed to have naturally gravitated towards the docks again. Was it the horizon that pulled him there? The idea of having the wide ocean close to him? You wouldn't be surprised, since the vast water was where the samurai spent most of his days. Even now, with the bustling city decor around him, his gaze still wandered to the sea every now and then. 

     "How does it feel to see the horizon from this perspective for once?" you asked, following Kazuha's line of sight – which was again solely focused on the ocean. 

     "You make it sound like I have never been on dry land before," he remarked, an amused twinkle in his eyes as he turned to look at you. 

The thought of the male feeling ill at ease had briefly set your mind to worry a little, but you could clearly see that his mood was elated and the concern quickly slipped away.

     "It sure does feel like it," you pouted, perfectly able to recall the feeling of emptiness you experienced as you waited for Kazuha for what felt like multiple centuries. "I can hardly comprehend the fact that you're truly here." 

     "Don't worry, I'll keep reminding you that I'm right here next to you in Liyue Harbor as long as it takes for you to believe me," the ronin grinned, pulling you towards him with a gentle tug on your connected hands to place a quick kiss on your lips. 

     "See?" he said when he pulled back, eyes wrinkling in joy as he smiled at you. "Almost as close as you as I can get." 

You couldn't help the slight blush that climbed your cheeks. The time spent together aboard the Alcor where you were surrounded by crewmembers who went wild with teasing remarks and cat calls every time you and Kazuha did as much as looking at each other definitely taught him to grow a bit bolder, and you had yet to get used to it. 

     "I don't believe it," you shook your head playfully. "Are you really here, Kazu, or am I living a dream?" 

He grasped your intentions – you could tell from the look he gave you– but he chose not to give in and merely squeezed your hand instead.

     "If your dream is having me by your side, you are very much living a dream that came true," he gently told you. 

Before you can even do as much as formulate an answer that describes the warmth that swelled in your chest, a small gasp from behind you prevented you from speaking up anyway.

     "Ooh, are they married?" a hushed voice spoke, followed by a quiet giggle.

     "Maybe," another voice replied softly, before they raised their voice. "Y/N, Y/N! Are you married?" 

Eyes wide, you whirled around, only to find three children staring at you –either excited or smugly. You instantly recognized the trio. After all, you got to know them quite well over time. 

Lulu, Fei, and Meng;  three kids that hung out around the docks to play as often as you were there to look out over the sea. After the children saw you aimlessly wandering around the wharf for the nth time, curiosity got the best of them and they had asked you who you were and what it was that always brought you to the docks. 

You had told them you were waiting for your lover. 

Apparently that was a valid reason for them to pull you into their little club, and suddenly you were surrounded by three young children wanting to play games with you every time you visited the docks. It wasn't all that bad, and you found yourself having fun more and more often.

But now they were looking at you like that. Who even taught these kids how to grin so smugly? 

     "Married?" Kazuha repeated, quite confused as he looked at you. He had no idea who these kids were, nor did he know you befriended a few kids in Liyue Harbor during his absence, so he couldn't make the connection. 

     "Yep!" Lulu said, smiling knowingly. "Y/N always moped about missing their lover, and now you are here and they are smiling. You must be their lover." 

     "And lovers get married," Meng added, nodding wisely. 

     "We're not married," the samurai explained, the warm smile on his face giving away that the childrens' words had touched him. Then he glanced at you, and added, "but who knows what life has in store for us when I abandon the wide oceans and settle on the mainland?" 

Oh.

     "Are you a pirate?" Fei asked, finally speaking up after being quiet during the talk about love and marriage. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked at Kazuha. 

     "Not really," the male replied. "I sail the seas with Beidou and her crew, but I'm not sure if I deem myself or anyone there a pirate." 

     "Beidou says she's a pirate," Lulu stated matter-of-factly. 

     "Yeah, so you must be a pirate as well," Meng agreed. 

These kids truly had a fascination regarding pirates, and you hoped it wouldn't make Kazuha uncomfortable to be called one, or even offended. After all, pirates had the reputation of being naught but seaborne criminals, so these kids just called your boyfriend a bad guy, basically. 

     "Ah, if Captain Beidou claims she's a pirate, then I can do nothing but to accept that I am one too, hm?" Kazuha gave in, patiently playing along with the kids. 

     "Okay!" Fei grinned, obviously satisfied. 

     "Guys, we can play Pirates with a real pirate now," Lulu marvelled, clapping her hands excitedly. "Y/N, please play with us? And mr. Pirate too?" 

     "You can call me Kazuha," your lover grinned. "And if Y/N wants to play, I will gladly join as well." 

You hadn't been sure what he thought of this sudden intervention, but he seemed all but opposed to the idea of playing a game with your young friends. 

     "Sure," you nodded. After all, it's been a good while since you last played a game of pirates with the trio, and you were sure it would be fun now that Kazuha would join. On top of that, the children seemed elated, and who were you to refuse their offer and dampen their mood? 

     "Yay!" Lulu cheered. "This is gonna be fun!" 

     "Kazuha, Y/N, follow me!" Meng said, before he ran off towards one of the boats that was moored to the docks and had become their favorite playground. 

     "Friends of yours?" Kazuha asked, still smiling.

     "Yep, I guess you can say that," you nodded. "It's quite a long story, I'll tell you later." 

The two of you approached the boat to meet the children there, and they were already busy discussing the roles everyone would take while they were seated on the deck. 

     "Kazuha is a pirate," Fei reasoned earnestly. "So I think he should be a pirate." 

You sat down on the boardwalk floor of the deck too, joining their little discussion circle. The ronin sat down next to you, and you could tell he was enjoying this from the everlasting smile on his lips. 

     "Then, Y/N should be a good person," Meng suggested, but Lulu shook her head agitatedly.

     "No, no," she protested, folding her arms. "Y/N is gonna be a pirate too. Don't separate them. Mommy says she always misses Daddy when he's out on the sea and she doesn't want to get separated when he comes back." 

She shot you and Kazuha a smile, as if she wanted to say, I got you! It was adorable, and you felt a wave of appreciation towards the thoughtful little girl. Somehow, you always ended up being the pirate in their little game, but now you got to be a pirate with your lover so it was a bit more special.

     "I want to be a crew member so I can protect the good guy ship," Fei decided, his hands balled into fists determinedly. "We have two pirates now, so we need a strong man to defend our ship!" 

Meng snorted at that, and Fei shot him a glare. 

     "You're pirate bait, Meng," he snapped. 

     "Then I'll be the captain!" Lulu declared, taking her chance before anyone else could. 

     "H-Hey, I don't wanna–" Meng protested, but the young girl bounced up and down and cheered before anyone could take her role away from her.

     "Let's start!" she gushed, until a sudden thought struck her mind and she spun around to grin at Kazuha. She dug her hand in the pocket of her dress and took out a familiar eyepatch. "Beidou gave this to me when I told her I wanted to be as cool as her when I'm a big girl," she explained, offering the eyepatch to the male. "You should wear it." 

     "Thank you," Kazuha spoke sweetly as he took the item from the young girl. He carefully pulled the string over his head and adjusted the patch so it covered his left eye, and glanced over at you for your opinion. 

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from your throat as you gave him a thumbs-up. Not to mock him, but because the situation you were in genuinely brought you joy. He was here with you, adorably playing along with your little friends. It was just so wholesome. 

     "You would make a handsome pirate, Kazu," you complimented him, and he accepted your words with a smile. 

     "Guys, look!" Fei announced, proudly presenting you two little bamboo swords he had just taken out from a small bag. "Pirates need swords." 

     "They're so cool," you smiled at the little boy, taking one and swinging it around. "Where'd you get them? They're new, right? I haven't seen them before." 

     "Master Zhang made them for us when we asked for pirate swords," Meng explained, still pouting because he wasn't happy with his role at all. 

     "That's really nice of him," Kazuha smiled, inspecting the wooden sword closely. It was literally half the size of the sword he usually wielded, and you chuckled softly at the sight. 

    "Are we settled?" Lulu asked, and she grinned cheerfully when everyone nodded. "Let's play!" 

     "Ahoy, we be here to steal yer loot!" you announced, pointing your bamboo kiddy sword at Meng, who stood in the middle of the deck of the small ship you were on.

     "Eeee, pirates!" Lulu cried out, hiding behind the young guy – who instantly took a protective stance. 

     "W-We have no loot for you, bad pirates," he uttered out, glaring at the other pirate who popped up next to you. "It would be best to leave our ship, we have a very dangerous crew member! Right, captain Lulu?" 

     "Yes!" the young girl nodded eagerly. "Pirates are no match for him!" 

     "Seein' be believin'," Kazuha spoke, one corner of his mouth curled up in a lopsided smirk as he twirled his sword. "Bring out yer warrior, we shall fight 'em." 

You fought a smile, trying your best not to fall out of character for the sake of the game, but it was endearing and funny to see Kazuha so immersed in his role, obviously enjoying the play he put on. Not only that, he was pretty good at it too. 

     "You called?" Fei asked, lowering his voice as he entered the soon-to-be battlefield, the tip of his sword dragging over the wooden floor of the deck. "What do I have to fight?" 

     "Pirates," Meng replied, pointing at where you and Kazuha were standing. "Fend them off, I'll bring our captain to safety." 

He grabbed Lulu's hand and dragged her to the other side of the ship, where they sat down. Their legs wiggled excitedly as they anticipated the upcoming 'fight'. 

     "Leave our ship or face the consequences!" Fei commanded, pointing the bamboo sword at you threateningly. "I have no mercy." 

     "Show me wha' ye got," you grinned, and the playful fight begun. 

It was a harmless brawl, with jabs that weren't meant to hit, wooden swords clashing against each other gently, and even an occasional laugh slipping past someone's lips. It was a game of chase, and no one was particularly on the winning hand, until Kazuha stumbled after dodging a soft jab from Fei's bamboo sword and lost his balance. 

     "Ha! Pirate down!" Lulu cheered from her position on the quarterdeck, and the ronin took that as his cue that this meant defeat in their little game. He remained on the floor, silently regarding the ongoing battle with a smile. 

     "You're on your own now, pirate," Fei spoke smugly. "Time for you to surrender! No one attacks my crew." 

     "Surrender be no option," you declared, but you still allowed the young boy to force you backwards with small steps, until your back hit the mast in the center of the boat. 

 

     "Meng!" Fei called, and the other boy came running.

You let it happen, silently enjoying the gleeful smiles of victory that washed over the childrens' faces as you were tied to the mast with an imaginary rope. It always ended like this, but you couldn't find it in you not to let the kids have their win. 

     "I fair winds 't ye tied down me comrade," a voice spoke from behind the dancing children, and you watched how Kazuha got to his feet and picked up his kiddy sword. "But ye forgot about me."

     "Oh no!" Fei shouted. "Lulu, run!" 

     "I can fight too!" the girl protested, grabbing the sword you had dropped while you were being tied down. "Look!" 

Together, the kids attacked Kazuha, Fei and Lulu using their swords while Meng aimlessly bounced around without a weapon, energetically encouraging his friends instead. 

But your lover wasn't planning to be defeated again, and you swore he almost sounded like a real pirate when he laughed upon dodging the kids' attacks. Then he took his turn to 'attack', gently poking Fei's shoulder with the tip of his wooden sword. The young boy clutched his shoulder dramatically, slowly sinking to his knees. 

     "Nooo!" Lulu cried out, but she still stuck out her tongue at her defeated friend before she turned her attention to the samurai again. "You'll regret that, pirate!" 

It was the most fun you've had in a while, and you smiled fondly as you watched the playful sparring between Kazuha and the two children. The game remained gentle, swords not touching anyone except for when your lover softly poked Meng's tummy, defeating him too. Only Lulu remained, and she wore a determined face as she fought Kazuha with all she had, all without actually touching him. 

But the samurai had his mind set on winning, and it wasn't long before Lulu too sat on the ground with a small pout. 

     "I believe ye stole me treasure, dear sailors," the winning pirate stated calmly. "I plan on takin' it back." 

Lowering his bamboo sword, Kazuha turned to face you in all his pirateous glory, complete with the lopsided grin and Beidou's eyepatch. But it merged into a smile as soft as ever as he approached the mast, crouching down in front of you.

     "Nooo, he's freeing the other pirate!" Fei yelled. 

Still playing along, Kazuha pretended to untie the imaginary rope that bound you to the mast and he pulled you to your feet swiftly.

     "But pirates always find their way back to their treasure, hm?" he whispered as he caught you in his arms, enjoying the blush that found its way to your cheeks as you smiled at him. 

Then he turned around, one arm around you as he held you close, and the other pointing his swords at the kids.

     "Strike yer colors, victory be ours!" 

That was the call of the end of the game, and the kids got to their feet with a mixture of excitement and disappointment on their faces. 

     "Aww man, you're good at this," Fei admitted. 

     "I can't believe the pirates won," Meng sighed, picking up one of the dropped swords. "That never happened before." 

     "But it was fun," Lulu concluded, giving Meng a light shove as if to scold him. "That is what it's all about, isn't it?" 

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the young girl scurried off to collect the fallen swords. Still with one arm around your waist, Kazuha pulled the eyepatch off of his face, handing the item back to Lulu and fixing his hair a bit. 

     "Can we play again sometimes?" Fei asked eagerly. 

     "But then we get to be pirates," Meng quickly decided. 

You glanced over at Kazuha to see his thoughts on the offer, and the male smiled to let you know that he was fine with it. 

     "Sure, let's play again," you nodded, smiling at the kids in front of you. "And then you can be the pirates, it's a deal." 

     "Ahoy! I be lookin' forward to it!" Fei cheered, pumping his fist in the air excitedly, causing the other kids to laugh. 

And with that, you exited the boat and separated ways from the kids. The smile on your face didn't falter, for you had genuinely enjoyed the time you spent playing a game of pirate. It was quite an unexpected turn of the day you were meant to spend together, but you were happy it happened. 

     "Kazuha, you are adorable with kids, you know that?" you told him as soon as you were further away from the docks, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

     "Hm? Really?" he asked, with mild surprise in his eyes as he looked at you. "I… I never really interacted with kids before, but it was fun to do." 

     "You're a natural, then. They immediately liked you," you told him, and after a moment of silence you added, "but then again, it's pretty impossible to not like you." 

Your words made him smile, almost bashfully so, and now it was his turn for his cheeks to flush a subtle pink. It made you feel all warm and happy on the inside; today had been so wholesome so far, and it was still early on his first day on the mainland. Having Kazuha with you was great in so many ways, and you thought back to the words he had spoken earlier.

What did the future have in store for you? 

You couldn't wait to find out. 

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[nobodycallsmerae]

✨Today, I proudly present to you, my OCs, Daughter and Son of Gar Logan and Raven Roth, Maya and Mark Logan!!!✨

They made their first (and only; yet) appearance in my fic, "Stuck On You"

An excerpt from the fic, describing my precious babies:

Though 17-year-old Mark and 16-year-old Maya Logan had an age gap of only one year, they hardly looked the same.

Mark had dark blonde hair and fair skin, with stunning dark eyes. And Maya had short violet hair and tanned skin, with green eyes much like her fathers'.

Quite surprisingly, Gar's DNA didn't fiddle much with theirs and they looked pretty... normal. But that didn't mean they were normal, God, no.

At first, both of them developed freakishly sensitive super senses, but it didn't only stop at that.

The teenagers were just like their parents, quiet but popular Mark could transform into other animals, fly (without shapeshifting), hypnotize people, read minds and manifest his soul to do crazy, scary shit.

And to contrast, witty and laid-back Maya could move things with her minds, feel the emotions of those around her, form a force field, levitate and communicate with animals.

They were literally like the younger counterparts of their parents.

Some backstory on them and their names:

17 year old Mark Logan is an ambivert, and has that "Looks hot and adorable at the same time" thing that girls go nuts over.

He's into music, and after getting some encouragement from his family, he started his own band and they're kind of a big thing in his high school, always going on gigs in different places. (The band consists of him and all of the other members of the new Teen Titans and their closest friends. Even though all of them do take the band seriously, sometimes they use band practice as an excuse for slipping out for superhero-ing.)

Mark was actually the name of Gar's biological father, and the person to suggest naming their first son "Mark" was actually Raven; and Gar actually teared up after hearing her say that and bawled to her how much it meant to him.

16 year old Maya Logan isn't really all that extroverted, but she is one of those people who's friends with everyone. Even though she has a lot of acquaintances, she has only a few close friends that she trusts and is herself around them.

She's really into arts and craft, and is an amazing artist as well as writer. People often say she has "magical hands" as she does every creative activity with almost perfection, and every time someone says that, she just awkwardly exchanges glances with her brother/friend/parent/family and hopes people don't think too much about it in the literal sense.

As I share a headcanon with some people that Raven is half South-Asian, in Hindi, the word "Maya" losely translates to 'temptress, spell, magic and illusion', so the name is a nod to Raven and her (headcanoned) roots.

A fun fact about them: Mark actually has green colored hair, and he in fact dyes his hair dark blonde. He didn't inherit his father's green skin or more prominent animalistic features, but even Docs have no idea how he happens to have green hair. It's the same with Maya, instead with light violet hair, but she keeps it that way as she likes it.

(Mark would've also kept his hair as it is, but as, unlike their parents, they live undercover civilian lives, he felt a mop of green hair wouldn't really fit with his personality.)

also hoodies are a thing in the Logan household and no one can tell me other wise

Another thing, I recent noticed I surpassed 200 followers!! How crazy is that?? 🤧🤧

I want to thank each and every single one of you for making this shitty year have a bright spot for me 🙏🏻💖😭

I remember I made this blog earlier this year just to share a single thought I had about the teen titans graphic novels, but it feels great to see how many amazing and talented friends I've made over here. Seriously guys, thank you so much,, y'all are the best 🌻💖

#I would rather you focus more on the text than the pic as my art is not that good 😭💀 #You have no idea of the turmoil I faced of whether I should upload this in my art blog or this one lol #mimi-does-art #Maya Logan #Mark Logan #My fic #Original characters #oc bbrae kids #oc #bbrae kids #bbrae #teen titans #raven #titans #beast boy #my art #dc #rachel roth #raven roth #garchel #gar logan #Garfield logan #rachel Roth #Artists on Tumblr #My art #dc comics

[buckhelped-archive]

feel-good, tropey buddie fic rec

a couple weeks ago i asked for some sweet trope-heavy buddie fics to take my mind off 5x10, and y'all did not disappoint (thank you SO MUCH to everyone who sent me recs <3)!! i had every intention of making this post shortly thereafter but got wrapped up in holiday stuff, as you do. so it's a bit late but i still wanted to put together a list for anyone who might be after the same thing, especially considering the time of year!

i've not had a chance to read everything here yet so i've just posted the authors' summaries, but have included the tropes involved as well since that's what i was after. the ones with ✨ are ones i have read though, and ⛄ denotes a holiday/winter setting!

feel free to reblog and add more as this list is nowhere near exhaustive, and self-promos are welcome and encouraged!! just please try and keep everything on-theme :) i'll also be editing this as i come across new ones as well. list starts under the cut, sorted by word count. enjoy!!

<5k

✨ pin all of my hopes to your handlebars by spiritsontheroof - pining!eddie, 5+1-esque - 4k - The top of the fire truck is as good of a place as any, really.

He can climb up, lay on top of the hoses, and be left alone. No one follows him up here, or comes looking for him, and no one who walks by in the truck bay can see him. It’s peaceful and it’s quiet and sometimes it’s the only place Eddie can get one moment’s peace in this place.

He does it for about six months after the tsunami before anyone finds him.

And the person who figures it out, of course, is Buck.

✨ as ordinary things often do by hattalove - didn't know they were dating, meddling firefam - 4k - “Uh, Chim,” he says, “why would we be kissing each other in the first place?”

“Oh, no reason,” Chimney shrugs. “That’s why I figured you’d be on board. Just don’t kiss each other for a week, which you already do. Easy money.”

spoiler: it's not easy money.

seamless shifts by tkreyesevandiaz - clothes sharing, accidental confessions - 4.2k - Eddie lets a confession slip while stuck in the dregs of sleep, and Buck panics about it.

Or, the soft clothes sharing fic that turned a little angsty because these boys are idiots

you know we could have it all by neoncrayolas - fake relationship - 4.5k - Eddie's parents want him to move back to Texas. Eddie tells them he's dating someone.

When they arrive in California to visit, they think that someone is Buck.

5-10k

Drowning in Dreams (You're My Raft) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - bed-sharing, co-parenting - 5.4k - In which Buck sleeps his way into a relationship with Eddie, but not in the way you'd think.

The Castle Operation by on_mars - christopher does some parent-trapping, didn't know they were dating, everyone can see it - 5.5k - “But you know he’s not far, right?”

“I know.” Christopher whispers. “But he used to be around all the time. He used to be around all the time and now he’s gone.” Christopher adds, taking the pen to scribble on his notebook. “I don’t understand why Dad didn’t ask him to stay.”

“Did you want him to stay?” Carla asks, smiling.

“Of course I did.” Christopher frowns. “I want him to stay forever.”

[OR Christopher has a plan to make his dad realize he's in love with Buck]

✨ shout if you want my heart by hattalove - didn't know they were dating, buck takes care of eddie - 5.9k - “I’m not even in the neighborhood of mad,” he says, instead of vomiting any of the thousand feelings warring inside him. “But Buck. This would’ve—this took you hours.”

“I’m good at multitasking,” Buck says, and Eddie can practically hear him shrugging over the phone. “I did all the cooking after I put Chris to bed, and then I got up a little earlier to get the cleaning and laundry done. It was nothing.”

Eddie’s starting to suspect he’ll have to wait for Buck to come back to make him understand that, actually, it kind of was everything.

or, eddie has a tupperware-induced emotional crisis.

✨ call you home by ashavahishta - married!buddie, different first meeting, love at first sight - 6k - "He’s like, so pretty sometimes I can’t believe he’s real?” He’d rambled once, so tired at the end of shift he was basically drunk with it.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Hen had said patiently, and patted him on the shoulder. “I like girls, remember?”

“He’s built like a Greek god with the face of an angel,” Eddie had argued, a stubborn set to his mouth like he was determined for Hen to believe just how gorgeous his husband was. “Even you couldn’t resist that.”

Or: "Eddie Diaz drinks his 'I fucking love my husband' juice for 6,000 words." OR "5 Times Eddie Told The Firefam About Buck and 1 Time They Actually Met Him".

✨ he's asking you to go home, i have my own key. we are not the same. by coup_de_foudre - outsider pov, 5+1 - 8.1k - She’s been sat at home all day, alternating between flicking through the regular trashy daytime television, and baking an absurd amount of cakes. She’s already boxed an entire ginger cake for her mother. But, for now, it’s a Friday afternoon and she’s finally hit her breaking point of boredom.

Which led her here. Standing outside of Eddie’s house.

Only, Eddie isn’t the one who’s opened the door. It’s not Eddie standing there, mild surprise on his face as a towel hangs dangerously loose over his hips, water dripping down onto his bare chest.

Or, the one in which Ana's boyfriend is almost definitely in love with his best friend only....he doesn't know.

Carnations by red_to_black - pining!eddie, secret admirer - 10k - Evan Buckley has never once been given flowers in his life.

That is, until he mentions it in a fit of self-pity at the firehouse. Then they're everywhere. What he can't work out is where they're coming from.

(or: Buck mentions never getting flowers before, and a certain someone decides to remedy that.)

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania - fake relationship, different first meeting - 10.6k - After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid (like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.

OR

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

11-25k

Facing Fears by elizabethbri - co-parenting, didn't know they were dating - 11.4k - "Prompt: Christopher has an end of year class trip to an amusement park and he asks Eddie if Buck can chaperone. Turns out Christopher heard some of his classmates talking about the wave pool in the water part of the park and he wants Buck with him cuz Buck saved him from the tsunami last time."

Includes Eddie and Buck being adorable dads, jealous (and swooning) moms, and all three boys facing their fears together.

⛄ Goodwill is Sent in Snapshots (You Only Get the Full Picture on Return) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - romcom antics - 14.0k - When both Evan Buckley and Chimney Han are dumped at the start of December, they decide to swap houses - with each other. A nice two weeks in a different location will be a great unconventional Christmas. Certainly not anything life changing.

Then Buck meets Chim's next-door-neighbor, and Chim meets Buck's apartment-crashing sister.

Buy Back The Secrets by allyasavedtheday - amnesia, hurt/comfort - 18.8k - He casts his gaze to the right, to the voice he’d heard a minute ago and the hand still on his shoulder.

And, well. Okay. So Buck may have just been unconscious for an indeterminable length of time but he doesn’t think he’s exaggerating when he says the guy leaning over his bedside is one of the most attractive people he’s seen in a long time. Especially when his face splits into a smile that rivals the brightness of the hospital lights that almost just fucking blinded Buck a second ago.

“Welcome back, hotshot,” the guy says and it sounds fond – familiar – and Buck honestly has no idea who this guy is.

His brown hair is dishevelled on top of his head and his eyes look tired but then Buck notices the LAFD t-shirt so- alright. Someone from the firehouse, maybe? But he’s pretty sure he’d remember a face like that.

*

After getting hurt on a call, Buck wakes up thinking it's 2018. AKA Buck can't remember who Eddie is but he's pretty sure everyone's lying when they say they're "just friends."

✨⛄ baby, won't you take me home for christmas by wafflesofdoom - fake relationship, bed-sharing - 18.9k - eddie didn't think lying to his parents about still dating ana would backfire so badly - but suddenly, it was christmas, and his parents were begging him to bring his girlfriend home. so, eddie did what any logical person would do - he pretended he was dating his best friend, buck. buck, who he might be secretly in love with. buck, who agrees to come to texas for a week and fake a relationship with eddie.

what could go wrong, right?

(lots, apparently.)

⛄ Coupled Up For Christmas by cherishingstydia - fake relationship, bed-sharing - 19k - Eddies mother mistakenly thinks Buck and Eddie are dating, and insists Buck comes back to El Paso with him and Chris. Eddie is so shocked by her being ok with that he can’t even correct her before the call ends, so Buck says they can pretend…only problem it won't be pretend for Eddie he’s already madly in love with Buck.

life sure can try to put love through it by wafflesofdoom - married!buddie, amnesia, hurt/comfort - 20k - Listen - the panic attack Buck had, it was fully justified. As far as he knew, it was 2021 - and Eddie was standing next to him, telling him that he’d forgotten the last three years of his life. He felt he deserved a moment to have a panic attack, thank you very much.

or - after an accident at work, Buck forgets the last three years of his life. Mentally, he's back in 2021 and in the midst of a failing relationship with Taylor - but actually, its 2024 and he's married to his best friend, Eddie. Navigating amnesia is pretty heavy work, as it turns out.

26-50k

✨ the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies - didn't know they were dating (well, one of them didn't know), pining!eddie, miscommunication - “Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him.

“That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him.

-

or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

⛄ Hiding in a Living Dream by Spinteresting - fake relationship, bed-sharing, co-parenting - 31k - Where does your mom want you to invite me?” Buck asks.

“Uh….to El Paso….for Christmas.”

“What? Why would they want me there? I’m not family.”

“First of all, you are family Buck. But, um, also I might have accidentally given them the impression that we’re dating.”

Buck laughs, “Wait…how did you accidentally make them think we’re dating?”

Or: Buck and Eddie fake a relationship, spend Christmas in El Paso, and realize it might all be real after all.

Playing House by mansikka - roommates, hurt/comfort - 36.2k - When Buck ends things with Abby, he no longer has a home. He doesn't want to house share like he did before, and he doesn't want to sleep on Maddie's couch. Could a new friend with a spare room be the answer to all his problems?

Also known as: What if Buck moved in with Eddie instead of Chim after ending things with Abby?

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels - fake relationship, bed-sharing, co-parenting, marriage of convenience - 44.2k - After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak:

Marry Buck.

#hi i'm still alive just been super busy #more hashtag content coming soon i prommy #oh! and if i have your fic on here and you'd like me to link to your blog i'm happy to #in the interest of time i just copy-pasted everything from ao3 #buddie #911 #fic #fic rec #bon.txt

[passerine-writes]

Minecraft Neighbors - Level 5

Warnings: None :) Word Count: 3626

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I woke up the next morning not feeling the anxiety I did twenty four hours again. I let out a breath of relief and got ready for the day. I'm sure the guys are going to be working a lot harder to improve more before the training camp, even though that's what that camp is for. When I woke up my brother was already downstairs and putting my bread in the toaster for me.

"Got some extra sleep kiddo?"

"A bit, definitely need to try and get on a different sleep schedule before the training camp."

"Good idea." He stated swiftly before handing me my toast and some butter. "Okay well, we're having a bit of an earlier practice today so I'm heading out. I'll see you at practice later."

"Hold up! Let me butter my toast and I'll leave with you. I told Kiyoko I would start helping with morning practices more." I rushed out as I haphazardly slapped butter on the toast in front of me. I held one piece in my mouth as I slipped my shoes on, my brother just laughing at my urgency.

"Wow, I've never seen you this excited for morning practice." His laughter evident in his words.

"Yeah, yeah. I actually got sleep last night so I'm feeling better than yesterday." We locked the door behind us and started our walk.

"Well I'm glad to hear that." I smiled at him as I stuffed my cheeks like a chipmunk. My phone buzzed, making my smile grow wider.

From Kodzuken: Good morning.

To Kodzuken: Good morning :)

From Kodzuken: How are you? Parents letting you stay home again today?

To Kodzuken: Nope, yesterday was odd but I don't think they're gonna let me just have an off day again anytime soon.

To Kodzuken: How are you?

I tucked my phone away as I realized I would be at school soon.

"Daichi! I'm gonna run ahead and grab my milk before practice!" He nodded and I booked it, speed walking (✨ gay walking ✨) to the vending machines past the gym, my feet stuttering when I saw Asahi standing outside the doors. "Asahi?" I whispered, letting him become aware my brother wasn't far behind me.

"Sweet! Those cats won't stand a chance against our quickly attacks!" The older mans jaw going slack when we heard Hinata's proclamation.

"We've got ourselves a practice game." Asahi and I both jumped a bit when we heard my brothers voice behind me. "It's the last day of camp." Asahi sweat dropped while Daichi kept talking. The taller man turning and booking it, I walked up and kept the gap between the two third years. "Hey,  what's your problem! Don't run away from me!" I giggled a bit as Asahi tried climbing over the half wall instead of using the entrance right next to it.

"I-I'm gettin’ out of here, you scare me when you get mad!"

"Well it's not like I'm mad all the time!" Daichi barked in response. I sighed loudly and made some more space between the two.

"Daichi, yelling isn't gonna help him. Asahi, get your butt down, there's a walkway right there." I grabbed the gentle giants hand in my own and slowly tugged him back. "I'll keep him at bay." The man with a brown bun gulped but nodded slowly, dropping my hand at my side. I stepped back and let the two talk face to face, without a five foot five stick figure standing in the way.

"We weren't expecting this. We know nothing about them and the rivalry feels like an old folktale. I mean, it was the generation before us, so it was never really relevant to us. But now, it's time to face off. Crows versus Cats. It's so strange to think we're about to have our first rematch with Nekoma in years. I gotta say, I'm pretty psyched about it." Asahi's face scrunched together, contorting in ambivalence.

"It's just," my head shot up, my interest officially piqued, "Suga, and well, of course Nishinoya too, I can't face them." His anxiety made headway as he explained himself. My brother let out a deep sigh, I feel like I'm a counselor right now.

"Y’know what Asahi? You really are timid, especially for such a big guy." He placed a hand on Asahi's shoulder. A loud sigh escaped me as I harshly facepalmed. "And Nishinoya's the opposite of that." The giants shoulders dropped along with his mood.

"And you could stand to be a lot less blunt." I hit my brother in the side at Asahi's clearly diminished outlook of things. The older boy flinching a bit at my weak back hand to the ribs.

"Anyway, it'll be fine. Nobody else on the team has a problem with it. Unlike you, they're pretty open minded." I groaned out of annoyance, insults won't get him anywhere.

"Uh, Daichi? I-I thought I remembered you being nicer." My brother turned on his heel, his attitude pissing me off as everything he said struck a cord with me.

"I'll be nicer when you stop being such a wuss." The gentle giants shoulders sagged once more. "I don't care so much about you skipping out on club activities for a month and then feeling awkward about finally coming back. Because if you still love volleyball, that's reason enough to play. Not just that, but we got this new kid who's dream is to be the ace." Azumane's mind clearly was torn with his heart. My brother went to punch him in the arm so as he made contact I sent a lunch to my brothers arm. Both yelled 'Hey!' in sync of impact. Once Daichi and I went into the gym, we found Kageyama and Hinata sweating from practice alone.

"Kageyama, milk time?" The ravenette let out the smallest smile and followed me out to the machines. It was an unspoken rule that we got our milk together now and I was happy about that. I fed my coins to the machine and it spit out a chocolate milk carton, a small but notable smile on my face as I waited for Kags to get his. The two of us walked back slowly and in silence, simply just enjoying each other's company.

From Kodzuken: I'm alright, you never answered my first question though. How are you?

I sat in my lunch block and debated on how to answer the question.

To Kodzuken: I'm okay, super tired but okay.

I slipped my phone in my pocket and carried on with my day. Meeting my fellow second years at the end of the day for practice.

Noya and I started our warm ups together, the soles of our feet locking together as we took turns leaning forward to stretch our backs, hamstrings, thighs, etcetera. The bald boy came over, looking mildly concerned when he saw Nishinoya's bruised body. I was too but remembered, this kid has always been go big or go home. Tanaka bursted into tears at Noya's little spurt about block ball retrieval. I gotta admit, I was impressed too and gave him a pat on the back before standing up as well.

"Uh, excuse me!" Takeda slammed the door open, a man with bleached hair pushed backwards standing behind him.

"Alright, come over here guys!" I jogged over to my brother and silently asked him what was happening. The man simply cocked and eyebrow and didn't answer.

"This is Ukai." My eyes bugged a bit hearing the name as Takeda introduced him. "As of today, he'll be your coach. Say hello everyone!" Most of us made sounds of confusion, aside from the first years who didn't know much.

"Woah, are you serious?" My brother walked up in bewilderment. "We have a new coach?"

"Just until after the Nekoma game." I shrugged my shoulders and started walking off to the side to Kiyoko.

"Hey wait! Isn't that the grumpy guy who runs the Sakanoshita store? He's coaching us?" My brain deflated as Tanaka made me realized where I knew him from.

"He actually used to go to this school, he's the old Coach Ukai's grandson." I cocked an eyebrow as everyone gawked into amazement.

"But your stores called Sakanoshita, right?" The ball of sunshine asked inquisitively, stepping up in front of him. "You shoulda called it Ukai dude, I mean sir." I snickered a bit at his correction.

"It's named from my moms side of the family." The new coach placed his hands on his hips, trying to get into character or something. "Anyway, let's not waste anymore time. I set you up a game for six thirty. So come on! Let's see whatcha got! They're gonna be here soon! And you! Shortstack! No, not you ginger or blond bit, you on the side!" My head popped up. "Yeah you! You're not slacking so come on, aren't you on the team!" Kiyoko and I laughed a little under our breaths.

"Nah, I don't play. Kiyoko and I are managers, I step in when needed. So if we're short someone for a three on three or four on four, if we need an extra setter or person for receiving during line up practices, I'm there. I'm the more hands on manager for visual learners, Kiyoko does the rest." He nodded and rubbed his chin.

"Who will be here soon?" My brother asked, a sigh of relief leaving me.

"Our friendly Neighborhood Association Team." The coach smirked a bit at the end, making me uncomfortable.

Dammit, another person to come out to.

Yams missed on a receive, bumping it to the side only for some random guy with black hair and a middle part to pick it up. I grabbed the ball, rather than setting it and stood near my brother. The whole group of guys reminisced for a moment as more walked in. I shuffled awkwardly and glanced at my brother.

"Uh, hi." Yamaguchi rushed out.

"We're the neighborhood club team." The first guy stated.

"Let's do this." They all stated in sync while crossing their arms at the same time.

"Hey! Thanks for coming out at the last minute!" Our new coach walked over, greeting them. "Alright! You boys ready to play or what!" All of the boys announced their excitement at once while I stood their still confused as ever. Kiyoko and I made our way over to the coach as the official managers. Nishinoya stood there spaced out. "What's with you? You sick?" The libero snapped out of it for a moment.

"Oh, sorry, he's not ready to play yet." My brother stepped up.

"Why not, is he injured or something? What's wrong?"

"No, it's not really as straight forward as all that."

"So he's not gonna participate then? Well, whatever it is, you can play with us if you want to. Our libero’s been pretty tied up with a bunch of work stuff."

"Dooo you want to?" The shortest started strutting off to the other side.

"There's Asahi! Look!" Hinata announced, everyone except the underclass men turned to excitement. I raced over to the door and saw the gentle giant himself walking up. The tangerine scaring him a bit. "Asahi! Hey!"

"Uh, it's the short guy again. Hey listen- I was just um uh-" I moved aside as Ukai came and stood aggressively crouched at the door.

"You gotta be kidding!" Way to scare the kid. "Late on the coach's first day? What position do you play!?" I stepped outside, protecting Asahi a bit as Hinata and Tanaka stood and hung from the barred windows. Asahi tried mumbling out 'wing spiker' before getting cut off by the coach. "What ever, I don't care. We need some more players! Get your ass in there and warm up! CHOP CHOP MAN BUN!" I glanced between the two, the giant shrinking back a bit. Finally Ukai receded to the gym again, I sent a pointed look at Tanaka and Hinata, the two over them slowly shrinking below the window with wide eyes.

"It's good to see you Asahi. I'm glad you made it." I gave him a lopsided smile with a small tilt of my head before grappling him in a hug.

"I'm glad to be back, hopefully the team even lets me stay after this." I pulled away from the hug and sent a sharp look in his direction.

"They need their ace. so let's go." I walked into the gym and over to Kiyoko. A moment later, Asahi slowly made his way into the gym. The little rays of sunshine nearly bouncing in excitement at his grand entrance. Nishinoya stood there staring at Asahi, the taller ones eyes casted downwards.

"So we just need a setter." The faux blond rubbed his chin in thought. "I would do it myself but I really should watch the game. Hey," he turned to Kags and Suga, "do me a favor and let me borrow one of your setters would ya?" Suga stepped forward solemnly, knowing he wouldn't get much court time and needed this.

"Uh, Sugawara! Listen, you're not doing this for me, are you?" Kageyama stopped the third year in his tracks as I saw a determined look on his face. "Because if the only way I can rise up the ranks is at your expense, I'm not doing it." I nearly did a spit take as I sipped on my water.

Is this the same Kageyama?

"Y’know what? Whenever you joined the club, I knew I'd have to fight you for the setter spot. It was kinda- it was a relief. Setters the attack axis for the whole team, a setter has to be composed and steadfast. And I- I was too nervous to get the ball in the right spot. After what happened to Asahi, I was so afraid that my tosses would cause another spiker to get blocked. So I was content to just hide in Kageyama's shadow." I soon realized he started talking to Asahi, who only stood a mere six or so feet away from him. "It was- easier." He leaned forward more and I realized he was trying not to cry. "Just the thought of a spike getting shut down like that terrifies me. But, please let me set for you one more time." He looked up, staring directly at the Ace. "Okay?!" Asahi looked taken aback, clearly not expecting this type of welcome. "I'm playing on their side. Oh, and!" He turned to Kags. "I am not losing." I smiled in a paternal way, watching them all come to a great conclusion. Hinata walked up behind Kags, on the other side of the net with the same smile on his face.

"And me neither." His stoic face remained with his response. Suga turned to Noya with a bright smile on his face.

"And give me some of your famous receives, okay?"

"Oh you know it." The libero kept a straight face, his love for the game setting in.

The game started, Kiyoko and I keeping score. The look on the coaches face priceless once Hinata and Kageyama landed their first point together. Between the speed, height, power and accuracy along with the fact his eyes were shut, left the man standing in shock with Takeda excitedly bouncing around. Asahi's first spike got blocked but Noya got it up, Tanaka praising him to no end from the conversation earlier.

"YOU HAVE TO ASK THE SETTER FOR ANOTHER CHANCE ASAHI! YOURE THE ACE!" Noya shouted and something changed in Asahi's play.

"SUGAWARA KEEP THROWING IT TO HIM UNTIL HE SCORES!" Kageyama encouraged the older setter.

"SUGAAAAAAAA!" Asahi did it. He called for the ball. "Over here!" He waved one of his arms. Everyone's mood visibility lifted. Suga set it to Asahi perfectly, Tanaka crying, the Ace going for the kill and plowing throw the blockers.

"YEAH ASAHI! YOU DID IT!" I cheered from the sidelines.

He really did it.

The first set went to the Neighborhood Association. At the start of the second set, Hinata went flying back on his ass about six feet from spacing out and taking one of Asahi's spikes to the face. I rushed over and knelt down next to him.

"I swear I’m okay! Don't worry about me! I just didn't move out of the way fast enough, that's all! I get hit in the face a lot." I sighed in defeat, that shouldn't be normal.

"Uhh, that's not good." Leave it to the mom of the group. Hinata nervously chuckled until he saw Kageyama.

"It's the middle of the game, what could you possibly be spacing out about?" The ginger haired boy jumped up and took multiple steps back. Leaving me to jump in the middle of the two. My brother looked at me as if I was clinically insane. Kageyama tried to walk forward but I stopped him. As terrifying as his gaze was I didn't want to risk anything happening to this poor boy. "Move." He grumbled.

"No." He glared at me and tried to side step but I blocked him again. I pointed a harsh finger into his chest and stared up at him. "One more step in this direction, and no more milk for the rest of the week." His eyes went wide as he paused. He clearly wasn't expecting my mood shift let alone his prized drink to be at stake. "Don’t push it. Now move." He grumbled under his breath but turned around.

"Wow, Y/N. That was something." Suga said to me, along with checking to see I was okay. I dropped my head with a sigh.

"Children." Suga chuckled at my choice of word before everyone fully stood up. "Hinata, do I need to sub in for you or are you good to play?" Hinata nodded with a spring in his step but something was clearly clouding his thoughts. Something told me it was about not being the ace. Takeda started talking to someone at the door so I took the distraction to pull Hinata aside. "Hey, you okay?" He nodded but his eyes stayed trained to the floor. I ruffled his hair a bit and tried to ignore the disgusting coat of sweat. "I get it, it's not easy wanting to play a major position when you're short. I settled, between the years I was swapped out for libero and setter mostly for my height. I had the serving power and not the jump or height. Don't let your jealousy cloud you. Especially during a game. Let it push you harder, to jump higher and spike harder." He looked up at me with wide watery eyes before crushing me in a hug.

"I will! Thank you!" He bowed before getting into position. Daichi shot me a harsh glare as I rubbed my ribs, the pain being brought to my attention from his hug.

Kageyama went on a spiel about how with him around, Hinata can get through anyone. Hinata ran from one side of the court to the other side in mere seconds.

Near the end on the second set, one of the people on the other team pulled out a jump float serve. Four points in a row. The second set ultimately went to the Neighborhood Association.

"Receiving. That's seems to be the biggest issue right now. So we'll be working on that tomorrow." I sighed as everyone agreed.

Great now I'm actually going to have to help.

I went with everyone else to stretch out, making sure that everyone was doing it since Tsukishima likes to skimp out.

On our walk home, Asahi, Suga, Daichi and I continued our paths like normal. The mood was relaxing and welcoming, not tense or awkward. It felt good to have everyone back together. I pulled out my phone and saw I had a notification from Kodzuken.

From Kodzuken: If you're not too tired would you want to play on our server? Work on our houses?

A small smile flittered across my face that didn't go unnoticed by Sugawara.

To Kodzuken: Sure, I'll join when I get home.

"So, Y/N. Who has you so happy?" My face flushed deeply at his comment and I'm glad it was dark, the other two turning towards me in questioning.

"Just a friend. We're going to play some Minecraft together when I get home. Since school started we don't talk as much. That's all." None of them looked convinced but dropped it. The walk home went by faster than expected and once I had my binder off and was in my pajamas I hopped onto our world and saw Kenken working on his house with five cats in their own area.

"Hey Kenken."

"Hey." A small smile worked it's way to my face from his voice.

Cut it out.

"How was your day?"

"It was good, sorry if I'm keeping you up." My eyebrows furrowed even if he couldn't see it.

"I would've been up anyways, plus I'm always tired so it's nothing new." I tried my best to reassure him.

"Okay. How was your day?" I smiled widely at the fact he was making conversation. I know he's not the most social so I'm okay with that.

"It was alright. We got a new coach so that was interesting. Another person I have to come out to so that's fun, plus tomorrow we're all working on receives and since I'm a manager I actually have to help out so that's gonna be agh. Y’know?" I bit my lip as I realized I started rambling and worked to cut myself short.

"Yeah. Receiving sucks. Anything else happen?" He silently opened the door for me to talk. For me to ramble. It felt, nice.

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