#for that last part alone i think he needs to start paying rent

[lunajay33]

Change Part.6

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

Part.5

•Masterlist•

It had been a week since the incident with the walker, Daryl refused to let me go out alone again and I didn’t blame him I didn’t want to be alone either it was too risky, it wasn’t just my life in danger, I had a baby to worry about and I refused to leave Daryl alone in a world like this, I rolled over in bed admiring his sleeping form, his hair all crazy, I love him so much and the fact that our family was just about to begin tore something from me that I always dreamed about

“Mornin” he grumbled as I ran my hand through his hair

“Sorry did I wake you?”

“Nah I was up a while ago just waiting for ya”

“Mmmm” I didn’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones or what but my mood was at an all time low and I didn’t wanna drag Daryl down too

“What’re ya thinking about” he asked as he squeezed my hip

“Nothing”

“Angel I know ya like the back of my hand, I know when yer over thinking”

I sighed hating that he’s always been able to crack me out of my shell he shown me time and time again that I can trust him with anything, he’ll we’re having a baby together why shouldn’t I tell him

“Just been thinking where my family are now, I know I haven’t talked to them in like a year but I still wonder if they’re even alive”

“The last time you talked to them they called ya a selfish slut, ya shouldn’t worry about them, all they’ve ever done was hurt ya angel, we got our own family now, one that’ll love ya more than they ever could” Daryl wasn’t much of a big speech kinda guy but when he knew I needed comforting he pushed that side of him away to be there for me

“Yeah I guess you’re right, like usual” I said laughing as he pulled me closer so I could lay my head in his chest

I was sat in the living room curled in a blanket reading the new twilight book hearing the rain patter against the windows, the smell of a roast in the oven that Daryl had put in, right when I got to the part where Edward was leaving Bella the phone rang, Daryl at my side handed it over scoffing at the caller ID

Caller ID: Jackson L/N

“This can’t be good” I sighed clicking answer and putting it on speaker

“Hello?”

“You need to come home” not even a hi or nothing

“Why? None of you have bothered to contact me in months what is it this time?”

“Dad lost his job, mom and dad need money for rent” I could see the anger written all over Daryl’s face

“Jackson I have my own life now, I can’t be helping you guys out ever time you need money, I have bills of my own and I don’t wanna waste my money on people who don’t even care about me”

“Are you serious right now?” He asked enraged

“Why can’t you help, you’re the one that got that football scholarship, I had to work my way through university and I’m still paying off student loans, plus Daryl and I have to pay for our house and car and motorcycle”

“You know what this is done, you’re out of this family for good this time, mom and dad should’ve gotten rid of you when they had the chance you selfish slut” the phone disconnected signalling he hung up

I looked at feeling my chest tighten, I never wanted this I was never the golden child in their eyes, I only ever felt like I mattered when Daryl came into my life

“He’s lucky this was over the phone or I’d beat him into the ground” Daryl groaned rubbing my legs over the blanket

“Why am I never good enough for them?”

“Ya got that wrong Angel, they ain’t good enough for you”

As I sat outside eating breakfast Daryl and Merle got ready for the day, Merle was going to Atlanta with some people from the camp and Daryl was going out hoping to find a deer he’s been tracking for a while

“I gotta go now Angel��� Daryl said as he stung his crossbow over his shoulder

“But I don’t want you to go” I whined getting up to wrap my arms around him

“I know but I’ll be back later this evening just try and stay around the other, don’t want another problem like last week” he said placing a kiss to my cheek

“Fine just promise me you’ll be safe out there, that you’ll come back to me”

“Promise”

He picked up some extra arrows and disappeared through the tree line

“Ya got him wrapped around yer lil finger don’t ya” Merle mocked

“Come on Merle can’t you just be happy that he’s happy, I know you don’t like me much but you’re my family now and I’m yours, plus I’m carrying your niece or nephew can’t we just be cordial for once” I said exhausted from his constant bickering

“Don’t matter ta me ya got knocked up, ya made my brother soft and yer gonna see ya ruined his life” he picked up his weapons and left the camp site leaving with the Atlanta crew

“God when do I catch I break?” I sat back down in the camp chair not noticing someone sit next to me until they talked

“You okay sweetie?” It was Lori

“It’s just Merle, always a pain in my ass, just been thinking about what’s gonna happen now with the baby and everything I’m just scared” I looked at here to see if she’d give me advice but here eyes were wide

“What?” I asked confused

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, I guess we never really mentioned it”

“You know when I found out I was pregnant with Carl, I was a wreck I was young and scared and didn’t know what to do with myself, but the moment I saw him curled up in my arms so little without a care in the world, I knew what I had to do to protect him from harm, everything will be okay” she smiled patting my back

“Thanks, that’s help a bit I just wish it wasn’t in these circumstances”

“How far along are you?”

“About 4 months now, I’ve been taking my prenatals and everything”

“Well I’m always here if you have questions about the baby or changes you go through, but I have to go cut Carls hair”

Something clicked, maybe since this was a new start for Daryl and I and with the baby in this new world maybe I needed a new look, something to liven my spirits

“Umm Lori, would you be up for cutting my hair too!” I asked as I ran up next to her as she walked towards her camp

“I’d love to”

I sat next to Shane as Lori worked on Carls hair, he couldn’t stop complaining but it was adorable

“One day you’re gone wish you had her cutting your hair” Shane said laughing

“Doubt it”

“Trust me Carl, one day you’ll crave to be have these moments again with your mom, it may not seem like it but you will” I said seeing a little smile on his rosy cheeks

“Alright you’re all done” Lori said as she swiped off his extra hair on his shirt

I sat down in front of her as she wrapped a towel around my shoulders

“Alright how short do you want it?” My hair was down to my mid lower back

“How about just below my shoulder”

“That’s quit a chop”

“Well I need it”

She held my hair back and it a split second it was chopped, she straightened out some uneven pieces and it was done

“Well what do you think?”

“It’s really nice Mrs. Dixon!” Carl said with a beaming smile

“Well thank you but you can call me y/n sweetie” he was adorable I hope my child is as sweet as him

“It suits you perfect dear”

“Thank you! I should go clean some clothes done at the quarry, if you need anything I’ll be down there!”

I spent most of the evening down at the quarry cleaning and scribbling mine and daryls dirty clothes, laying them out on some rocks to let them dry, meanwhile dipping my feet in the cool water helping to sooth my ankles that have been getting a bit swollen

I looked around hoping no one was near, I haven’t been able to get a good proper bath in a while so I stripped down my clothes leaving only my bra and panties, submerging myself in the lake floating belly up watching the clouds pass by just like the time Daryl took me here

“Daryl Dixon did you drag me out here just to see me naked?” I asked smirking as he started taking off his shoes and pants

“Come on it’s nice out yer gonna love it” he said as he was stepping into the lake

I bit my lip feeling that thrill shoot through me, I stripped to just my panties and bra, I walked over taking his hand

“Aren’t you going to take your shirt off?”

“Ya sure?” I knew he was embarrassed about his scars but they weren’t his fault

“You know they don’t bother me, I love you for you, not what happen to you” I said squeezing his hand reassuringly

He lifted it over his head and threw it back over to my clothes pill

“Come on Dixon show me how great this’ll be, better not let me drown” I laughed as I dragged him in

“Still can’t believe yer my girl”

“And I’ll be your girl until you’re sick of me”

“Never”

“Well well well what do we have here?” I heard behind me as I pulled on my clothes after drying off

“What do you want Ed?” I groaned feeling that touch of fear he instilled in the women of the camp

“Showing yourself down here for the whole camp, you’re asking for it” he said stepping closer

“Leave me alone Ed”

“Ya ain’t got your man around who’s gonna stop me?”

“Don’t you touch me or you’ll be sorry”

He stepped closer squeezing my jaw now face to face

“Like I said ain’t no one gonna stop me” he said as his other hand started to wander down my arm

Before he could get any further he was ripped away Shane throwing him to the ground

“Touch her or anyone else again Ed and I’ll beat ya to death I swear, come on y/n” I gathered up all the clothes I washed and ran to Shane’s side as he lead me safely back to the camp

“Thanks, I didn’t know anyone was around”

“Ain’t your fault, Ed’s one sick man you stay away from him, stay with the group until Daryl or Merle gets back”

I sat down next to Amy folding up the laundry still to shaken up to have conversation that’s when a car alarm was ringing around the quarry, the group was back and it felt a little better knowing Merle would be here while Daryl was gone, Shane shut off the car alarm and others filtered out of a cargo truck

Lori and Carl had their moment with their “back from the dead” father and husband which was incredibly heart warming but then I realized something

“Where’s Merle?”

Please please please give me some ideas for this story going forward🩷 How should I incorporate the ballerina story line into the new world??:)

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[ya-boi-haru]

I have absolutely NO IDEA why...

But the fact that in "Unlocked" Connor admitted he couldn't actually see the wack on the tree properly due to his render being down so low (so he could have funky portal lighting) - so he's just playing along and trying his best...

Lives in my head RENT FREE-

And to make it worse, I STILL haven't even seen his POV on it, so it's truly just his word in the aftermath of it all - but I still think about it a lot-

#for that last part alone i think he needs to start paying rent #hes just a silly little guy #doing silly guy things #this is what happens when you have my brain #you see a cool effect? neat *i* see a cool effect i have to know how they did it and am trying to work it out while crying over lore #fable smp #fablesmpblr #fable smp lore #fable smp bloopers #ulysses #fable smp ulysses #connorsnothereeither #this mf i swear to god/lh/j

[mostly-imagines]

Banished

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason misses his girlfriend

warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)

Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.

Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.

Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.

He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”

Jason just grunts.

He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.

It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.

“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out.” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.

Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”

Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.

Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s gotta work.” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.

Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”

“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think.” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.

Damian pauses.

“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.

“Watch your mouth.” Jason mumbles.

“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.

Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”

It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.

Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.

He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.

Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.

He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.

And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.

And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.

Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.

But you could.

Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.

He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.

He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.

And he watches Jason.

As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.

He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.

He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.

The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.

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[eddieschains]

Dream Come True

Older!Eddie X Fem!Reader

credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the older eddie edit <3

Word Count: 2.8k

TW// 18+, age gap (reader is early 20s, Eddie is 50s), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degradation, face slapping, creampie, let me know if i missed anything!!

It was your parents 25th wedding anniversary. They liked to make a big deal out of it every 5 years, throwing a big party and inviting as many people as they could. You never understood why they couldn’t just go out to dinner alone to celebrate instead of dragging you along to hang out with their old friends. But he made it all worth it.

Eddie Munson. Your dads friend from high school. He was kind of old sure, but he was damn sexy. He had the softest looking long curly brown hair, peppered with just the right amount of grey. The perfect amount of scruff around his face, messy yet neat at the same time. And his arms and chest littered with tattoos.

He played in a metal band that your dad was a part of shortly in college, until he decided he’d rather marry your mom and start a family. Bleh. You had watched all the videos of their shows when he was younger, and while you should’ve been impressed by your dads skills as a musician, you could never take your eyes off of Eddie.

He was still in the band, constantly in LA recording or touring the world. He always made time to visit you and your parents when he was back in Hawkins though. You hadn’t seen him in about 5 years, the last time being your high school graduation, when he could barely keep his eyes off of you. You thought since you were freshly 18 he would finally take you someplace to fuck you raw, but that might’ve just been wishful thinking.

In reality, he didn’t pay much attention to you when he visited. Nothing more than the usual “how have you been” or “how’s school going?”. But, that wasn’t going to stop you from continuing to try and get his attention.

You opted for a short black dress, probably showing a little more cleavage than you usually would, some high heeled boots, and a simple silver necklace. You were in the kitchen of the beach house your parents rented, fixing yourself a drink while you waited for the guests so trickle in.

“Honey, can you greet people at the door and take their coats?” You hear your mom call from the other room. You roll your eyes before taking a sip of your wine and making your way to the door.

You spend the next 30 minutes welcoming all of your parents friends, frustratingly having to answer the same questions over and over and using your best fake laugh to laugh at all of their dad jokes. You were just about ready to leave and scream in the bathroom until you saw the black mustang pull up. Eddie.

You fix you hair and push your boobs up a little more before he makes his way to the door. “Sweetheart.” He bows his head, making his way into the house.

“Eddie.” You do the same. You ask to take his jacket and hang it with the rest. You decide your door duty is over once Eddie arrives, following him into the house. “This is nice. Didn’t know your old man bought a new place.” He says looking around, taking in all the little details.

“Oh it’s not ours, they just rented it for the party. Always need to make a big deal out of their love.” You scoff.

Eddie chuckles, “Marriage is a big deal. You’ll find that out soon enough.”

“No thanks. Marriage is just a big money grab. Why can’t I just spend the rest of my life with the person I love without the governments involvement? Plus it’s harder to get divorced than it is to get married.” You respond.

“You’re a smart girl. What are you studying again?” He asks, genuinely interested.

“Psychology. I graduate in a couple months.” You smile proudly.

“Ah you gonna tug at my brain tonight?” He laughs.

This is your chance to make a move, you think to yourself. “I could tug at something else if you’d like.” You whisper, a smirk on your face.

Eddie coughs, clearing his throat. “Uh i’m gonna go say hi to your parents.” He practically runs away. You would’ve been embarrassed by your boldness if you hadn’t noticed the way his cheeks turned red and his legs shook at your words.

You take your place back in the kitchen, avoiding conversation with the large group of people. You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see Eddie grabbing a beer from the fridge.

“Can’t stand being out there any longer without at least one beer.” You chuckle, mumbling in agreement. “When did your parents become so prissy?”

“Oh you mean they haven’t always been like this?” You laugh. “Dad got a promotion a couple years ago so I guess he feels the need to impress them.”

“You should’ve seen him in college, when he was still in the band. He was wild.” Eddie laughs, recalling the memories.

“As wild as you?” You raise an eyebrow, cocking your head to the side.

Eddie’s cheeks turn red, “I’m not wild.”

“You expect me to believe that the man who’s been rocking girls panties off for the last 30 years isn’t a wild one?” You step closer to him, hearing how his breathing changes. “I’ve seen what those hands can do.”

“Hey… stop.” You know he only says it because he should, not that he really wants you to.

You wrap your hand around his neck, pulling his ear down to your mouth. “But i’m not wearing any panties.”

Eddie lets a soft moan escape his mouth before running off. “I need to use the restroom.” You’re left in the kitchen, giggling and smirking to yourself, waiting a couple minutes before following him.

You put your head up to the bathroom door, listening to him heavy breathing and muttering curse words under his breath. You open the door, locking it behind you.

“What the fuck?!” He whisper yells. “What are you doing?”

“Oh I thought that was an invitation. You know, tell the girl you’re going to the bathroom, she follows…” You jump up on the sink, spreading your legs a little wider. “And then the guy fucks her brains out on the sink.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, trying his best not to look you in the eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But you want to, don’t you?” You jump off the sink, pulling him towards you. “Don’t think I forgot about the way you were looking at my tits at my graduation party. Or the way your eyes immediately went down to my thighs when I greeted you tonight. You’re a dirty old man, and I want to be your filthy… little… girl.” Your words send shivers down his spine.

“Fuck it.” He growls before pressing his lips against yours. His hands immediately reach for your hips, his fingers digging into them sure to leave marks tomorrow. You wrap your arms around the back of his head, pulling on his hair. He lets out a moan, and you take the opportunity to dip your tongue into his mouth.

He taste just like how you imagined. A mix of tobacco and mint, followed with a slight flavor of the beer he just drank. He removes his mouth from yours, moving down your neck, sucking on that sweet spot just behind your ear. His hands travel down to your ass, squeezing and slapping as he continues his assault on your neck.

You twirl your fingers in his hair, pushing him further into you as you feel the heat between your legs growing more and more intense. He backs you up until your back hits the sink, a whimper leaving your mouth. He lifts the bottom of your dress, exposing your naked cunt.

“Fuck. You weren’t lying.” You chuckle as he continues kissing and sucking your skin, moving further down your body. “You did this because you knew I was coming, huh? Or are you just that much of a whore?”

You moan at his words, loving the way he says it. “Oh you like that? Like when I call you a fucking whore?” You mumble an mm-hmm right as he reaches where you needed him the most. “God you have such a pretty pussy, baby. Mind if I have a little taste?”

“Please.” You whimper, and he dives right in. His tongue drags from your entrance, all the way up to your clit. “Fuck, Eddie.” You moan out as his tongue flicks back and forth.

He licks you up and down a few times before focusing on your clit. Attaching his mouth to your aching bud, and sucking it like it was his last meal. You couldn’t speak. It was like he took away your ability to form any kind of words. You’d never felt like this before, never gotten head like this before. He truly was a master, and not just when it came to music.

The filthy sounds of his tongue mixed with your own arousal was nearly enough to send you over the edge. You feel him bring his fingers up to your entrance, playing with it while gathering your wetness. He looks up at you, his mouth still on your cunt, looking for permission to keep going. You nod, and without another word he sinks two fingers into you.

“Oh my- fuck!” You scream out before bringing a hand to your mouth, not wanting to bring attention to what was happening in here. You feel him smile against your pussy, pushing his fingers in and out of you.

His fingers were thick enough, you had no idea how you were supposed to fit, what you assumed, was his even thicker cock. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, not relenting his attack on your clit. He moans into your pussy, sending even more vibrations of pleasure through you. He seemed to really enjoy eating your pussy. Maybe just as much as you were.

He starts to move his fingers faster, flicking his tongue across your clit searching for your orgasm. “Shit, Eddie- Eddie i’m gonna- fuck fuck fuck.” You can’t even make out a cognitive sentence with the pleasure you were feeling.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me. Cum on my face.” That was all you needed to hear before your legs were shaking, closing in on his head as yours was thrown back, cursing his name under your breath.

He keeps thrusting his fingers into you, softly to help you ride out your high. Once your breathing starts to regulate again, he pulls out, placing soft kisses on your thighs before moving up to your mouth. “You okay?” He asks, pecking your lips.

You nod, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Placing your hand on the crotch of his jeans, you can feel just how much he enjoyed that. You palm at his rock hard cock through his pants, while he moans above you into the kiss.

“Can I suck you off?” You ask, continuing to press into him.

“Not gonna last. I need to be inside of you.” He moans, shuffling his pants off as quickly as possible, and you realize that you didn’t have to assume his size anymore. He was big. The biggest you’ve ever seen. Thick too. If you had to picture the perfect dick, he had it.

“Jesus christ.” You mumble, earning a chuckle from him. He spits into his hand, stroking his cock to prepare himself.

“Can I see your tits?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. He pulls the straps of your dress off, nearly tearing them, and pushes the top of your dress down so that it’s sitting on your waist. “Oh my god, we’re you created by the gods or something?”

“I was created by your best friend.” You smirk, reminding him of who exactly he was about to fuck.

He groans, twisting his eyebrows up. “Don’t remind me.” He places his hands on your tits, rubbing and squeezing them in circles before catching one in his mouth.

You place your hand on the back of his head as he licks and sucks on your nipple, his hand playing with the other before switching places. Once he’s has enough, he steps back, grabbing onto his cock and sliding it up and down your folds.

“Ready?” He asks as you nod furiously. He slides just the tip in, testing the waters. You wince as he stretches you open. It hurts only for a moment, but the earlier tongue fucking definitely helped you get used to it quicker.

He pushes more of his length in, an inch at a time until his balls hit the back of your ass. “Shit you’re so fucking tight. Could bust right now.” He moans before pulling out slightly, and pushing back in.

You grab onto his biceps for leverage as he picks up the pace. You pull him closer to you, pushing his hair to one side while your lips find his neck. He groans at the feeling, grabbing the back of your neck as he rapidly begins thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh my god- that’s it, fuck. Feels so good.” You moan in his ear. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, along with each of your moans. He moves his hands down to your hips, using them to fuck you back into him.

“Who would’ve thought my best friends daughter would be such a filthy fucking whore? Sucking my cock into her pussy like this? God you feel so fucking good on my cock like this.” His words continue to egg you on. You can’t say anything other curse words followed by moans of pleasure as he fucks into you.

You start to feel your high approaching again, embarrassingly quick and he takes notice. He pulls your head into his, pressing your forehead against his. “You gonna cum for me again? Gonna drench my fat cock with your cum? Hmm, baby?” You moan in response, but it’s not enough for him. “Use your words, tell me how good i’m making you feel right now.”

You still can’t find the words, and that’s when you feel a sharp slap across your cheek. “Say. It.” He growls, his thrusts speeding up as his thumb takes place on your clit. He rubs perfect circles on your clit while awaiting a response before slapping his palm across your cheek once again. “What the fuck did I just tell you? Say it.”

“Feels so good Eddie. Love the way your cock fills my pussy, gonna make me cum- fuck!” Your body goes limp as your second orgasm crashes over you. Eddie picks you up by your ass, moving your body against the bathroom door.

“That’s right, dirty slut loves the way I feel inside of her.” His body is keeping you up against the door as he continues to fuck into you with a hurried speed, chasing his own high. “How would she feel if I filled her up with my cum?”

All you can muster is a moan, receiving another slap across the face. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yes please Eddie, fill me up. Cum in me. I wanna feel you, please please please.” The overstimulation is almost getting to be too much as you feel a tear slide down your face.

Although, it doesn’t last long as he gives you a couple more hard thrusts before you feel his seed coating your walls. “Fuuuck.” He moans out, his head falling into your neck.

He stills for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his own orgasm before lifting his head to kiss you. He wipes your tears away before slowly sliding out of you and placing you back on your feet.

“You’re something else.” He laughs, pulling his pants back up.

“So are you.” You smile, fixing your dress. “Who knew old dudes like you could fuck so good?”

He shoots you a look, making you giggle. “Don’t tell your parents about this.”

You furrow your eyebrows and scoff. “Yeah let me just go down there and let them know their best friend just fucked the shit out of their daughter.” He laughs before exiting the bathroom and returning downstairs to the party.

You wait a couple minutes to follow him, not wanting to be suspected of anything. You make your way to your dad, hoping she didn’t notice that you and Eddie went missing.

“There you are honey. Oh what happened to your dress?” You look down, noticing the tear in your strap. You look over at Eddie, seeing the biggest smirk on his face as he sips his beer.

“Must’ve torn it this morning putting it on.” You respond, avoiding eye contact.

“Well you should go out a jacket on, make yourself look a little put together please.”

You sigh, walking away. “Yes daddy.”

You walk past Eddie as he grabs you arm, whispering in your ear. “Yes daddy.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #older!eddie fic #older!eddie smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #older!eddie x reader #older!eddie x fem!reader

[discordantwritings]

Our Precious Assistant Pt. 2 (Cross Guild x Reader)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! gn afab reader, PiV sex, Crocodile and Mihawk are mean doms, sub Buggy, sub reader, bondage, inappropriate use of Crocodile’s hook, edging/ orgasm denial, aftercare and safe words are important you guys I’ll keep saying it, not beta read

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: You’re feeling great after your first night with your new partners, but then Buggy gets you tangled up into trouble with him and you see how scary Crocodile and Mihawk can get. But really, the punishment is just as wonderful as the trouble.

Note: Thank you for all the love on the first part I hope the second lives up to your expectations! There will be more parts in the future because I can’t get these men out of my brain it’s a problem they need to start paying rent

The first thing you feel when you wake up is sore. And then you feel the weight on your body. You crack your eyes open and see Buggy’s arms wrapped around your midsection and you feel his face pressed against your back. On your other side Crocodile has one arm slung over you as well and as you melt back into their warmth you’re reminded of the events of last night.

No wonder everything hurts.

You peak your head up as much as you can to try and spot Mihawk over Crocodile but he’s not in bed and a small wave of worry comes over you before you remember everyone’s schedule. You are their assistant after all so you know Mihawk gets most of his work done in the morning before everyone else comes in, preferring to work in solitude. It brings you comfort that you haven’t interrupted their habits much.

At your stirring you see Crocodile’s eyes open and he grins as his arm pulls you closer.

“How are you feeling, love?” His voice is gravely and low and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Mm… sore.” You’re honest and settle underneath his chin. “But happy.”

“Good.” You feel his words in his chest and the arm around you releases as his hand comes up and strokes through your hair. “You don’t have to come into work today, just stay in bed.”

You certainly were not going to object to that and you let yourself doze off to sleep once more.

When you wake up again you’re in the bed alone. You roll over in the giant bed to one of the side tables and are able to see it’s just past noon. Next to the clock is a glass of water, some pills, and a note. Sitting up and drinking some water you read the note.

“Here’s something for the pain and make sure to drink the water. You can stay or leave, whatever you’re comfortable with. See you soon.”

There’s no signature but you’d know Crocodile’s handwriting anywhere. You take the pills and make your way to the bathroom to freshen yourself up a bit before doing anything else. The first few steps are shaky, but you adjust to how weak your thighs are fast enough. You find your clothes neatly folded in the bathroom, but suspiciously your panties are missing. It makes you giggle trying to think about which one of them snatched them and you realize just how comfortable you are with them already.

Looking in the mirror, you looked wrecked. Bruises littered your body from where powerful hands had gripped and maneuvered you and hickeys were all along your neck and thighs. You were surprised at how much you loved seeing the marks, it was a symbol of how much you belonged to them.

When you leave the bathroom you’re greeted by Buggy walking into the bedroom as well and he lights up when he sees you.

“There’s my star!” He bounces over and takes your hands in his. “I was wondering if you had snuck off already.”

“I could only get moving a few minutes ago.” You couldn’t help but smile at his infectious energy.

“Oh yeah I know how that is. Trust me.” He drags you over to the large love seat and sits down, dragging you to sit right next to him- practically on top of him. “They can be so rough.”

You giggle as he pulls you down and you shift a bit so you’re sitting on his lap. “Well aren’t you glad now that the focus can be split? Or…” The thought only just occurred to you. “I’m not- you don’t mind me taking attention away from you, right?”

Buggy seems stunned for a second but then squeezes your hands. “Baby it’s so sweet that you were worried about me! I don’t mind sharing the spotlight as long as it’s with you.”

“Good.” You let go of one of his hands and run your fingers through his long blue hair. It’s soft and without a single tangle and you gain and appreciative hum from Buggy. The hand you released skates up to your ass and pulls you in even closer to him.

“And you were good about giving me attention last night…” His hand squeezes and you let out a small squeak in surprise.

“And how would Crocodile and Mihawk feel about you getting all handsy while they were away?” You tuck some of his hair behind his ear and grind down on his lap ever so slowly, earning a low moan from the clown.

“Oh- well- don’t think they’d like it that much.” He admits but only seems spurred on by that fact, both his hands now on your hips as he forces you down harder. You can feel his bulge though both of your pants and it makes you moan.

“Why do you get them so pissed all the time?” You lean down and press your forehead to Buggy’s, grinding your hips down to get some contact on your clit. It’s easier since someone stole your panties.

“Wanna find out?” His grin is wide and mischievous and you can’t help but be sucked into whatever stupid plan he has.

“Alright.” You giggle and Buggy surges up to kiss you.

He’s less controlled than Crocodile and Mihawk, but you weren’t expecting any different. The two of you push and pull for the dominance of the kiss, allowing the fight to be fun. All the while you’re still grinding down onto Buggy’s lap with his hands gripping your ass.

You’re not getting the contact you need to you break away from the kiss to slide back, bringing your hands down to unbutton Buggy’s pants. Agreeing with you he hurriedly pushes his pants down the second you get the unfastened and his hands are at your waistband, sliding them down for you. After some maneuvering to fully remove both of your pants you climb back onto his lap, hands skating over his toned chest before resting at his shoulders for balance as you lift your hips up.

“You never got to be inside me last night, that wasn’t fair was it?” You drop your hips down slightly to brush your folds against his length.

“Baby please.” He whines, hands gripping your hips hard.

“Impatient.” You chide, but you reach your hand down to line up his tip with your entrance, already dripping wet.

Buggy moans into your shoulder as you slowly sink down on him. Fresh arousal and adrenaline temporarily make your body forget how aching and sore it is as you focus on the thick heat entering you. Your breath shudders as you fully sit down on his lap and you pull him back in for another sloppy kiss.

You’re about to move your hips up when the sound of the bedroom door opening causes you to freeze in place. It’s silent for a few moments and you can’t help but turn and look to see what’s happening.

Crocodile and Mihawk are standing in the doorway and you can see from their faces they are not happy. Mihawk looks disappointed but Crocodile looks pissed, his mouth drawn into a snarl. Wires in your brain must be crossed because having those two look at you like that makes your cunt throb around Buggy’s dick.

“What the fuck are you doing clown?” Crocodile says evenly, and the fact he doesn’t yell almost scares you more.

There’s a long pause and your heart falls as you realize what Buggy’s about to say.

“Well I think it’s pretty clear that I’m doing our precious assistant.” He’s got a shit-eating grin on and you know he must be desperate to get in trouble.

Crocodile stalks over and ignores Buggy at first, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and wrenching back so you are forced to look up at him. “Tell me he tricked you and I’ll let you off easy.”

This is your out. You can get away punishment free if you just throw Buggy under the bus. But the ideas of what a punishment could entail is too enticing to you and you’re ready to accept the rough treatment you’re about to get.

“I wanted to see why he always pushed you guys over the edge.” You confess.

A grin comes over Crocodile’s face but you know that’s a bad sign for you. His hand releases from your hair only for him to use his hook to grab your midsection and pull you off of Buggy. You hear Buggy whine at the loss but you’re quickly thrown onto the bed where Mihawk is waiting.

“If it’s too much the safe word is Marines, do you understand?” Mihawk asks as he takes off your shirt.

“Yes.”

“Good.” And just like that any lingering gentleness left the room.

Mihawk walks away for a second and comes back with a thick dark red rope. He gets onto the bed and straddles your midsection, easily pulling both of your wrists up and over your head. With fast and skilled movements he binds your wrists to the headboard in an intricate knot. You pull at the restraints a bit to test them and you can only move an inch or two before the bindings stop you. The rope isn’t too harsh on your skin but the tight press is a constant reminder of your immobility.

Mihawk sits back and admires his work, fingers tracing the rope, then down to your wrist, skating over your arms, and landing on your throat. Last night he had just gently held them there but now he grips and forces your head up to look him in the eyes. His expert hands aren’t cutting off your oxygen, but the dominating hold still leaves you breathless. You hear Buggy stuttering out apologies somewhere to your left but you can’t turn and see him no matter how much you try.

“That clown is why you’re in this position in the first place. Clearly we were too nice with the both of you last night.” He shifts his weight to lay beside you, mouth coming to your neck. He bites down with little warning and you release a whine.

You’re about to plead with him when suddenly he retracts and Crocodile comes into view. A glance is shared between the two of them and Mihawk places one final kiss to your shoulder before rolling off the bed. You’re able to follow where he’s going and you see Buggy shackled at the wrists. Looking at the cuffs you vaugley remember a discussion about sea prism stone and realize that’s how they can keep Buggy from quite literally falling apart on them.

It’s clear Buggy has been roughed up already, bruises forming around his neck in the shape of Crocodile’s fingers. His cock is painfully red and leaking and as he sees Mihawk walking over you can make out vague pleas and apologies, bargains he would make of Mihawk just allowed him to cum. You’re not able to see what happens though as a golden hook blocks your vision and your eyes shoot back up to Crocodile.

“I really thought you would’ve wanted to be better for us sweetheart.” He chides and shame racks your body.

“I do sir, please I just thought-“

“You didn’t think.” He cuts you off and the cold metal of his hook glides to the collar of your shirt and quickly pulls down, ripping it in half. “That’s what gets Buggy in trouble, is he thinks he can do things for himself.”

The cold metal directly on your stomach makes you shiver and the feeling is almost painful.

“And he got a new stupid idea for the two of you. So you’ll have to go through the same punishment we put that brat through.” The hook travels further down until it’s ghosting over your entrance. Such a dangerous weapon near such a delicate part of you should be terrifying but you can’t help but try and buck your hips towards it, chasing any sort of contact.

“Greedy.” Crocodile sneers as he retracts the hook just enough so you can’t get what you want.

“Please sir.” You whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Oh you’re not getting out of this that easy.” Despite his words the hook comes back and gently presses at your folds. The sensation makes you gasp.

He drags the outside curve inside your folds and you fight against the restraints as it rubs against your clit. Seeing you flounder makes Crocodile grin.

“You’d really just get off on my hook wouldn’t you?” His tone is demeaning but you find yourself agreeing.

“I would please just-“ You’re not really sure what words are coming out of your mouth at this point but you’re so close as you rub yourself on his hook, chasing your pleasure.

You get so close to the edge but all of a sudden the hard metal is gone and you’re ripped away from your orgasm. A whine that turns into a yell leaves you as you try your best to get closer to any sort of sensation but are stopped by the restraints and Crocodile’s large hand on your hip.

At your writhing Crocodile laughs, bringing his hook up to inspect it. “Fucking filthy.”

Despite how condescending he was being you can see how much he was enjoying this as well as he drags a hand over his clothed bulge at your slick covering his hook.

“Sir.” His attention comes back to you. “Please.”

Crocodile tuts. “Oh you’re going to have to beg so much better than that.”

“I need you so bad sir, please, I don’t deserve it but if you could bring your hook down again please, I’ll be good, I promise, please-“ All shame has left your body as you plead with him, desperate for some sort of contact.

“Want to show me how good you can be?” Crocodile asks, already unzipping his pants and pulling out his dark and heavy cock.

Opting not to speak, instead you open your mouth and let your tongue roll out. This seems to be the right answer as Crocodile groans, moving himself so he’s close to your head.

It’s an awkward angle that you have to turn and contort to to be able to take him into your mouth while you’re in the restraints but you manage and let him guide his tip to your mouth. He drags his tip along your tongue and you taste his precum being smeared there. You’re already drooling and that helps as Crocodile, without warning, grabs the back of your head and slams his cock down your throat. You sputter and gag around him but he holds you there for a few seconds before almost completely removing himself.

Catching your breath for only a few seconds he slams back into you again, holding you down for a few moments longer than last before letting up again. He does this again and again until you’re no longer gagging and can hold him in your throat for as long as he wants. By the time he pulls away for the last time you’re covered in tears and spit and are helpless to clean it up.

In a surprisingly gentle move Crocodile brings his hand around your chin and wipes away some of the saliva with his thumb. “Wouldn’t have had to have been so harsh if you would’ve been good in the first place.”

His hand leaves your chin and he snaps. You’re confused for a second but then you hear shuffling over on the other side of the room and remember that Mihawk and Buggy are still here. Buggy gets thrown into the bed next to you and he looks how you feel. He was probably getting a very similar form of punishment from Mihawk.

“So. You two wanted to fuck so bad, so do it.” Says Crocodile, gesturing for Buggy to come over to you. You and Buggy lock eyes and you both share the same thought.

This was a trap.

But at this point neither of you had the energy left to protest and the thought of any sensation on your aching clit was so overwhelming you would take anything. Similarly frustrated, Buggy climbs on top of you at lightning speed, the sea prism cuffs still on his wrist.

You’re so wet and open that Buggy wastes no time plunging into you and you both moan loudly, finally getting what you want. Already so close you lift your hips to push him in just a little bit more and the movement spurs him on. He’s thrusting into you hard and fast and you can feel just how close both of you are just a bit more and-

Crocodile’s hand presses down on your hips while Mihawk rips Buggy off of you by his long blue hair. Both of you whine and you kick the bed, the most protest your body can do.

“You fucking bastards I’ll-“ Buggy’s loud protests are cut off when Crocodile’s hook finds it way to his neck.

“Take a few seconds, and then get back to it.” Crocodile ordered. You watch as Buggy’s cock visibly twitches from that action.

You tug at the ropes and Mihawk’s hand is at your wrist. “You know that won’t work darling.”

“Please just let me cum Mihawk.” You try your bid with the nicer of the two, but he just shakes his head.

“You have to learn somehow.” He says simply, reclining on the bed next to you and gets his own dick out, slowly pumping.

You’re brought back to Buggy as you feel him entering you again and you could almost cry. You were so sensitive, already running at a break neck speed towards your climax. Buggy seemed to be in the same boat, his head coming down to rest on your sternum as he thrust with little rhythm up into you. Just as you think you might get there this time you’re pulled away from each other again.

This repeats and repeats until you’ve lost all sense of time and place, getting so close and having it all ripped away again and again and again. Eventually you’re too overwhelmed, and Buggy is too.

“I won’t- I can’t-“ His voice is muffled by your stomach where he’s resting his head after collapsing on top of you. You’re not sure your voice even works anymore.

Looking between each other Crocodile gives a small nod and suddenly Mihawk is rolling Buggy off of you to lay on his back by your side. Crocodile switches places with the swordsman and long thin fingers are smoothing over your stomach and hips.

You look over when you hear a high pitched whine from Buggy and see Crocodile leaned over, whispering something into his ear. Crocodile’s hook is ghosting over Buggy’s leaking cock and it only takes one long drag of the cold metal for Buggy to cum, his cock twitching as he spills onto his stomach.

Mihawk’s fingers glide down to your sore and abused entrance and now you’re the one babbling.

“Mihawk, please, just-“ You’re cut off as his fingers enter you and you whine.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He asks calmly.

“Fuck- yes I have please I’ve learned-“ You’re frantic and just need one last push.

“Okay then.” His fingers curl up just as his thumb presses down onto your clit. “Cum for me.”

Your world shatters. The orgasm you had been waiting so long for finally crashes over you and you’re swept up in white hot pleasure. You don’t know how long you’re lost in it, twitching and using the last of your voice.

When you finally come to you realize Mihawk and Crocodile had moved to the foot of the bed and they were locked in a heated kiss. Crocodile’s large hand was wrapped around both of their cocks and frantically pumping. Mihawk bucked up into the tight grip and that action sent the both over the edge, spilling onto Crocodile’s hand.

If your body had anything left in it you think you would be ready to go again just at that sight. But you didn’t and all you could do was let your head fall back again in exhaustion.

It’s not long before you hear two clicks next to you and you turn to see Mihawk unlocking the sea prism cuffs around Buggy’s wrists. The second they aren’t touching his body Buggy quite literally falls apart, chunks of his body falling into the bed. Mihawk rolls his eyes but there’s a trace of a fond smile as he begins to push the various pieces back together.

Your attention is drawn upwards and you see Crocodile, his hook removed, untying your bonds with his good hand. When you’re released you let your arms flop down and relish in the way your muscles can finally relax. You vaugley pick up on Crocodile cleaning you up but you’re more focused on the praise he’s giving you.

“You took that punishment so well baby.” His hand comes up and brushes some hair out of your face. “Knew you could take it.”

He disappears for a minute or two but comes back in more comfortable clothing, sliding into bed with you. Buggy seems to have been cleaned up too as an errant hand has made its way to your midsection. You notice Mihawk is on the other side of Buggy, his slender fingers working gently through Buggy’s hair.

As Crocodile settles in and you set your head on his chest a thought passes you. “Wait… don’t you have to get back to work?”

“The work can wait.” Knowing how much of a workaholic he is those words full your stomach with butterflies and you swing an arm over him, holding yourself close.

“Y’know…” You mumble as you drift off. “Buggy is right sometimes.”

The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is the low rumble of Crocodile’s laugh.

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #crocodile x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader #sir crocodile x reader #x reader #buggy x reader #cross guild x reader #buggy the clown x reader #discordantwritings

[meetingthemastermoments]

jake x reader

Part 2

warnings: nothing yet, slow burn, eventual 18+

word count: 1.25k

summary: You move into a new apartment, with an unexpectedly attractive neighbor. (WIP)

notes: Hi friends! This is my first fic, so let me know what you think. I'm leaning towards making this a WIP, but I'm just a baby and we're gonna start slow. All my Love, MM

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Finally. You stood in your soon to be living room with your new landlord. 

“Okay, everything should be set. The guy below you is named Jake, he’s been living here for the past couple of years. He’s a pretty nice kid. Generally, he takes care of the lawn and landscaping, so you shouldn’t have to worry about that. Once you move in your spare keys will be on the mantel. I’ll text you the front door code once you pay your deposit and the first month's rent. Sound good?” 

“Sounds great Rob, I look forward to it!” You had been looking for a place of your own for a while now. Never quit finding the right fit. You had moved to your new city a couple of years ago and moved in with some girls you found looking for a roommate, and you vowed to never do that again. Thankfully, after a couple of years karma finally flipped in your favor and you were given a promotion at work, allowing you to move into a new apartment all on your own. 

The apartment you found was great. It was a second floor duplex, you had the whole floor all to yourself and an attic. When you walked in the front door and to the top of the stairs you entered the living room, complete with bay windows and a fireplace. This led to a beautiful open dining room which led into the kitchen. It was small but perfect for one. As you continued walking through you entered the hallway which led you to the master bedroom, bathroom, and spare bedroom that you had planned on turning into an office. The last section of the hallway led to two doors. One door brought you to your attic, and the second door led you to the back stairwell you shared with your neighbor and down to the basement. It was old, early 1900’s, creaked a little, had beautiful wooden floors, and tall ceilings to match. It was perfect.

…

It’d been a couple of days since you moved into your new place, and boxes still littered the dining room and living room floor, but you were home. You had just come back from a walk, grabbing your mail on the way back up to your apartment. Shuffling through new bills and some junk from the old tenant you found a little piece of paper. Curious, you opened it, finding a note from the tenant below you, Jake.

Hi, I’m your downstairs neighbor. I’m going to be away on business all week but let me know if you need anything. (xxx) xxx-xxxx

Jake

You hadn’t seen Jake yet. Only heard him come in and out of the house a couple of times. Your job didn’t start until next week, and by the time you got up he was always gone. You were planning on introducing yourself, maybe making cookies, but you had forgotten up until now. That was nice of him to check in though. You can always make him cookies or something when he gets back. 

You had never lived on your own before, so it was nice to know the person you shared your house with was at least friendly. Sure you had lived with plenty of roommates, once you graduated college, bouncing around from apartment to apartment, but finally, finally you were able to save up enough money to get a place by yourself. 

Typing in his number you send a quick text,

Y/N: Hey! I’m y/n, thank you for the note. Let me know if you need any help with the yard work! I love gardening and I’m pretty decent with a weed whip lmao. Also, please let me know if I’m being too loud! Have a good trip!

Jake: Thanks! Same to you, if you need anything lmk

With that out of the way, you set down your phone and continue on with your task of putting away your new belongings.

...

The week went by and you were finally able to start settling in. It was a little weird being alone for the first time. Being in your apartment and knowing that Jake was living his life just below you was comforting, but once he was gone on his work trip the house got a little creepy at night. Sure it was old and bound to shift and move, but that didn’t make it any less unsettling. 

You had lost track of the days, coming up with a routine. Work, home, watch tv or hang out with friends, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. As the week continued it didn’t occur to you to be on the lookout for your housemate to come home, nor did you worry about what time he would return. 

BANG!

You woke with a start! What time is it? The rolling of suitcases accompanied heavy footsteps from the floor below. You had been doing laundry and must have fallen asleep. Shit. Your wet clothes had probably been in the washer for hours. 

Without checking the time you scurried down your shared back stairs to the basement. Throwing your clothes into the drier, you didn’t bother to look up until you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You looked up and smiled at the descending man as he came into the basement with his hamper filled with clothes. 

“JESUS CHRIST” He jumped, throwing his clothes down the rest of the stairs and effectively falling on his ass. “You could have at least said something so I knew you were down here! What the hell are you doing up this late!” 

Shocked at the startled reaction of the gorgeous man in front of you, you only stared. Eyes wide in shock and awe. You looked him over as he stood there, his dark brown hair was thrown into a low bun, unkempt pieces framing his face. He wore an old long sleeve t-shirt with a circle logo on the front and sweatpants that hung just at his waist. He was breathtaking. 

You shook your head to compose yourself. “I’m so sorry! I just wasn’t expecting that reaction. I thought you knew I was down here because the light was on! Are you okay?!” You started towards the stairs to see if he needed help.

“No no! I’m fine.” He grunted as he stood back up, reaching down to start collecting his clothes. 

You hurried forward and started collecting items that had fallen at the bottom of the stairs. Throwing them back into the basket that was now resting on the step. Jake smiled at you as he leaned forward to pick up the basket.

“You must be y/n, nice to finally meet you! Even if you did scare the ever-living shit out of me. Why the hell are you still up at 3 am??” He looked down at his phone as he sat the basket on his dryer. 

“I… I fell asleep and forgot that I had clothes in the wash. Actually, you woke me up when you came home, so thanks, I guess. Otherwise I would have needed to wash them again.” You looked down sheepishly as you struggled to get your dryer balls out of their bag, throwing them into the dryer with the rest of your load. “Well, welcome back Jake. Have a goodnight!” You looked back up to smile at him before you left but found him already looking at you. 

“K, night.” He whispered, giving you a soft smile.

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka #jake gvf #gvf fanfiction #gvf x reader #greta van fleet fan fiction #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka x reader #greta van fleet fluff

[sona-verse01]

PAC

CHANNELLED LOVE QUOTES & SONGS

Take deep breath, and choose the picture/number that calls you.

Quotes from your Future spouse/partner (not your crush).

Disclaimer:

Images/quotes/songs are not mine. Found on internet.

Since, I am very bad in writing quotes, I channel messages & feelings, then search for suitable quotes on internet, that have same message.

Some quotes are a part of a song or poem. Others are written by writers.

Quotes are chosen on the basis of your FS/FP's energy, feelings & messages.

For entertainment purpose.

Don't copy/steal/translate my work.

Songs are in Indian languages, so if you don't understand that language, you can look for translation or just leave it.

Pile 1

Quotes:

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

"Hit me like a ray of sun, Burning through my darkest night. You're the only one that I want, Think I'm addicted to your light."

"If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk through my garden forever."

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

"Take me into your loving arms, Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars, Place your head on my beating heart, I'm thinking out loud, Maybe we found love right where we are."

"Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time."

"Grow old along with me; the best is yet to be."

"Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite."

"Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more."

"I like to be alone. But I would rather be alone with you."

Songs:

Pile 2

Quotes:

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height, My soul can reach."

"Cause all of me loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections."

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

"Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great."

"I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)."

'"How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet. "You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh'

"I may not be your first date, kiss or love... but I want to be your last everything."

"One day, we'll never have to say goodbye, just good night."

"When you smile at me you brighten up my day more than the sun ever could."

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Songs:

Pile 3

Quotes:

"Baby it's you. You're the one I love, You're the one I need, You're the only one I see."

"When I say I love you more, I don't mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most."

"Maybe I don't know that much but I know this much is true, I was blessed because I was loved by you."

"Love is missing someone when you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in the heart."

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."

"Love is friendship set on fire and you are my spark."

"If I know what love is, it is because of you."

"I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, How wonderful life is while you're in the world."

"Come live in my heart and pay no rent."

"Together with you is my favorite place to be."

Songs:

Pile 4

Quotes:

"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'"

"Life is a flower of which love is the honey."

"Don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby, and I don't want to miss a thing."

"Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze."

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

"Love is a friendship set to music."

"For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home."

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

"Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do."

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[unecoccinellenoire]

1. First and 2. Lonely

GabeNath, of course. 😌

The sight of Gabriel standing at the midpoint of the stairs almost makes her want to turn around, shut the door, and ring the guy she's just been on an unsucessful attempt at a date with and tell him she's changed her mind.

But she really really wants to be in her own comfortable bed right now.

And Gabriel has already seen her.

He looks down at her. "Nathalie."

"Mr Agreste." She acknowledges, and approaches the stairs hoping that he'll accept the brush off.

It's a very weak hope, but for it almost looks like it might happen as Gabriel remains silent.

Until her foot lands on the first stair and, "This isn't the most professional of behaviour."

He'd apparently only been waiting for her to get closer.

"Didn't you say we were family?"

"And you think getting drunk with random men and coming home late is a good exemple to be setting to Adrien?"

She resists the urge to shut her eyes and scream.

Instead just like she does in her professional lives she pushes that reaction aside for later and forces a mostly neutral if slightly conscending tone into her voice to say, "Alright then. I'll move out."

Gabriel freezes, his lips slightly parted, and she takes her chance to attempt to get past him.

But he grabs her wrist when she gets to his level, "Nathalie you can't be serious."

"I am. Adrien's old enough he doesn't want or need me waking him in the mornings, and frankly I might do less overtime if I had an actual home to go to, so why shouldn't I move out?"

"Rent for a start, and the commute you'd-"

"Those are my issues to deal with. And I think I can. I'm not dying anymore after all."

"And you really view," his lip curls, "dating, as more important than Adrien-"

"Don't you talk about putting Adrien first to me."

"Alright. What about me?"

"What about you? Why should I think of you? You don't pay me for anything else than my work and we're not even friends anymore so why would I put you first instead of caring for my own needs."

"Your needs? Is that what this is about?"

"Yes. My needs. Because I'm lonely Gabriel. Stuck in this house with no friends, a boss who doesn't talk to me, and a boy who I love like my own son but who spends every minute possible out of this house and I can't blame him. Maybe I want someone who'll put me first? Have you ever thought about that? Except I don't know why I'm asking because of course you haven't- sometimes I don't think even realise I'm my own person and not just some appendage of yours."

"Actually I think you made that very clear when you tried to kill me."

A phantom bruise aches on her wrist. "You'd think that would make you want me to move out. Wouldn't want me to make another attempt."

"Don't be ridiculous. I know you're not going to try to kill me again. Adrien would be horrified. And who knows what Ladybug would do."

"Not another new start I don't think. I think even she would say we're wasted our chances, and there's no more coming."

"Perhaps," Gabriel takes a step closer, his hold stopping her from stepping back and maintaining her distance. "Nathalie I don't want to waste this last chance of ours."

She looks up, it's more obvious this close that she has to slightly despite her heels.

"What does that mean?"

"I thought you didn't want me to talk to you except about work. I didn't mean to make you feel alone. Can't we...."

Just like she always does she rescues him, "try to be friends again? I suppose. That doesn't mean I shouldn't still move out."

Gabriel's eyes draw over her making her want to shiver, but all he says is, "we'll talk about it in the morning."

"Alright. Goodnight Gabriel."

"Goodnight. Nathalie." And with that he finally lets her go.

She hardly notices, distracted by the parting kiss he offers to her cheek, and as Gabriel moves away towards his own room she's the one left behind frozen in confusion.

#gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #gabenath #my fic #prompt fic

[heartsfromia]

try again — l. seokmin

pairing: non-idol! seokmin x reader

word count: 1,745

genre: fluff, minor angst

warnings: nothing

author's notes: yes i do imagine seokmin looking as fine as the pic set above in this :)

You hated reunions.

Alright, hate might a strong word, but you had an obvious distaste towards events that are just a get-together to show off how much money and assets you have obtained since the last time you had met the people you obviously didn't care about. You found reunions to be a waste of time; it wasn't necessary to have an entire event catered to some sort of "whose life is better" contest.

Don't get it wrong, you weren't a complete outcast in high school, but you had a small circle that if you wanted to meet them, you would. You didn't need a reunion to do that.

However, Mingyu didn't like the idea of you spending your Saturday night alone in your apartment with your kitten, when you could go to your high school reunion after 5 years since your graduation.

"I have better things to do, Mingyu," you tried to convince your best friend. He, however, wasn't convinced with his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at you with a questioning brow, as if to ask "what?". You rubbed at your neck, shrugging, "I planned on rewatching Game of Thrones."

"You can do that some other time, Y/N, come on, don't you miss our friends?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "More like your friends, you were always the more popular one."

Mingyu only rolled his eyes, heading over to your closet to find something representable to wear. The reunion was tomorrow, and without your permission, he already signed you up and even went as far as to pay for your entry ticket since he knew you wouldn't bother to pay for it.

You groaned, rolling onto your back as you watched Mingyu rommage through your things. "I really don't want to go, Mingyu, it's such a waste of time to meet people I don't care about, you know?"

He spun around quickly, locking eyes with you, "Even your ex? Even Seokmin?"

You sprung up from where you lied, turning to Mingyu with your eyebrows knitted together. "Seokmin?"

He nodded, turning back around to pull out a leather jacket from your closet. "Seokmin told me he was considering going—said something about our schedules being too busy, so this might be the only time we get to meet after a while." He walked over to the edge of your bed, dropping an array of clothing pieces.

"'We'?"

"Him, Minghao and I," he stated, eyes not moving from the clothing pieces. "I think red might look good on you, Y/N."

"Are you sure he's going?"

"He's considering, but who knows, his schedule is the most packed, even for weekends," Mingyu explained, before facing you to ask, "wait, do you still keep tabs on him?"

"Pfft… of course not," you lied, avoiding his sharp gaze. Of course he wasn't convinced, but he didn't need an explanation. Of course you kept tabs on the one ex you've had that wasn't a complete psycho. Despite already deactivating your main social media accounts, you used burner accounts to see how Seokmin was doing every once in a while. The midnight stalking hitting worse whenever you break off a relationship with past boyfriends that, in your opinion, were nothing like Seokmin.

He was the perfect boyfriend, after all. You were incredibly grateful to have him as your boyfriend, making your relationship with him that off the books—you were high school sweethearts.

However, much like high school sweethearts, it started in high school and ended in high school.

The terrible part about it, is that you left Seokmin in the dark about the reason why you couldn't continue the relationship. Thus, breaking up with him became your biggest regret, and you knew you had to fix it.

And the only way to do so was to show up at the stupid high school reunion with Mingyu and his annoying grin.

"Don't leave me alone," you remember telling him as the you both arrived at the venue, only for him to proceed to leave you alone as the DJ the committee had rented began. You watched from where you were sat, glaring at the six-foot nuisance as he busts out questionable dance moves on the dance floor.

"Didn't think I'd see you here."

A chill ran up your spine, spinning around to find Seokmin. Your lips stretched into a small smile, reaching your eyes as you greet him, "Hey, Seokmin."

"Did you come alone, Y/N?" You shook your head, before pointing to Mingyu who was now doing the robot. "Ahh… he really hasn't improved."

You laughed, nodding in agreement.

"Do you want to accompany me outside? It's a bit stuffy in here," he invited, and you nodded, quietly following behind him as you both walked out of the ballroom and onto the balcony outside. The committee for the reunion really leveled up with booking a hotel's ballroom on the higher floors—the balcony overlooking to the city skyline.

"So, how are you, Y/N?"

"I am getting on well," you answered, looking over at him. "How about you?"

"I'm doing well, too," he looked over at you, sending you a smile. You felt the atmosphere between the two of you shift, knowing well enough that he had more questions he wanted to ask, but was hesitant. How you both broke up wasn't the most ideal as it left more questions than answers, that you knew you couldn't give him at that moment.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out finally, breaking the silence between you two. He faced you, brows knitted in confusion but didn't say anything, allowing for you to explain.

"I'm sorry I never could tell you the real reason why I broke us up," you began, "I guess… not getting into the school I wanted hit me harder than I thought, and… and well, you… you were got accepted into the school you wanted, and I don't know, I felt like I was being left behind…"

He didn't say anything at first, only stared at the side of your face as you explained.

Seokmin remembered that day, when you decided to end your three year relationship through text. It came all of a sudden, a day after he had told you that he got accepted into his dream school and you were happy for him, even asking if the two of you could go out to celebrate for his acceptance. The break up was out of the blue.

So out of the blue, that Seokmin on that day had drove over to your house after you had stopped responding to his texts of him asking why, what had happened. He was worried.

"Y/N, Y/N, let me in," he knocked on your day, taking note of the absence of your parent's car. "Y/N, please, let's talk about this."

You opened the door, your face swollen from crying the night before. Immediately, he engulfed you into a hug, and you broke down, tears sinking into his shoulder as you let yourself cry. You needed this—a hug, but it still didn't change anything, you still ended it with him.

"So, you broke up with me because you felt like I was leaving you behind?" He asked slowly, choosing his words carefully.

"Dumb, I know," you sighed weakly.

"Yeah," Seokmin couldn't help but agree, "but I understand, Y/N, I just wished you had told me."

"I was too embarrassed, and also, I didn't want to rain on your parade, you were accepted and I wasn't… I didn't want to ruin your mood back then."

"And breaking up with me didn't do that?" he asked, his tone teasing, which only caused you to burn up in shame, turning away in embarrassment. Seokmin reached out, tugging at your arm. "I'm just teasing, Y/N."

His hand slowly ascended down where he had gently grabbed your elbow, the skin in which his had grazed upon had burned beneath his touch. The heat from him trailing up your arm to the apples of your cheek, extending towards the tips of your ears. Even after all these years, he still had the same affect on you as he did before.

"I missed you," you uttered, barely above a whisper, causing his eyes to look up to yours, the corner of his lips tilting upwards into a soft smile.

"Me, too," he replied, looking down at your hands as his fingers slipped between yours, letting the warmth from his palm radiate into yours.

"Did… did you ever move on?" This was the question you've always wanted to ask him, hoping that if he did, then you could move on from him completely. You never attempted to reach out, to confirm your assumption that your high school relationship was only ever to stay in high school, with absolutely no possibility of continuing on as you both grew up.

You were stuck in a loop as you forced yourself to move on, but your taste in men had downgraded after Seokmin, and as cruel as it sounds, no one could ever replace the void that Seokmin had occupied before.

"I never really could find myself in a relationship after you, Y/N, as cheesy as it sounds," he explained, "especially when I had no way of contacting you… finding closure was impossible, but the thing is, I don't want closure for something I never wanted to close."

Seokmin was always pure in your eyes. When the world around you felt dark and cold, no one found anywhere near you, he'd show up and with a single smile, he'd scare off everything you hated away—he was an eternal sunshine in this dark world.

"It's you, Y/N, it has always been," he concludes, encompassing your other hand with his as he pulls you closer, "no matter how hard you try to disappear, I'd always look for you."

You smiled up at him, feeling warmth drip down your cheek and Seokmin reached up, wiping away the tear that you didn't know had formed, but kept his hand against your cheek.

"Let's try again, Y/N, yeah?"

You froze in your spot, glancing between his eyes to find a hint of uncertainty, that he was just caught in the moment of meeting you after so long, but nothing. He's sincere—he means it.

"If we were to end it, then I wished we had ended it in a better way, but if I had to be honest, Y/N." The soft smile grew into a wider smile, although his eyes stayed the same; warm. "I hope we never end it."

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[chaosdisorganized]

Got some bad news today. My boyfriends workers compensation case was denied. We're requesting for an appeal and contacting lawyers to help with the case. This is all such bullshit. He did everything the BWC told him to, he turned in all the necessary paperwork and went to whatever doctor they told him to go too and it still got fucking denied. He can't file for temporary disability because this is the first job he's had in a while and he got injured there after a month so even if he got approved for temporary disability, he'd get very little out of it. He can't file for unemployment because he can't go back to work due to his injury and unemployment needs proof that you're actually looking for work in order to approve you. Half tempted to try our luck at the welfare office because what other choices do we fucking have. Only problem is me alone makes "too much" and since I'm a part of the household I'd be including in all decisions regarding any benefits he could receive. I put too much in quotations because I really don't make shit, I can't pay rent or bills or buy groceries or anything with how much I make alone but the government doesn't see it that way. I don't know what we're going to do. Rent is due on the 1st and I have nothing for it, how can I make 800$ before the 8th? I don't know. My electric and internet bills are super late and crazy high because of late fees. My old job never sent my last paycheck which was only going to be 50$ anyways but fuck that's something. I called them yesterday and nothings come of it and I'm thinking about calling a lawyer myself just to get the money I'm fucking owed.

Anyways this goes without saying that we need help and we're accepting donations. Dm us for info. I start my new job on the 3rd but I can't possibly make up the 800$ I need in 5 days. We're almost out of groceries, we're almost out of money. We need help please.

#boost #signal boost #help us #help

[silent-raven13]

My pencil on my sketchbook

Normally Miles enjoy a time of peace, being by himself drinking some sort of beverage like soda, water or tea- Heck he loves a good ice coffee. Sometimes he would add a snack and candy to keep his stomach fill while he draws or creative something out of his hands.

His hands are his power, surely it has power because of his Spider-man abilities, but the true magic is his art! His creative mind brings his characters to life.

Miles had the television on and lights for background noise in his home. While fixing himself a snack for tonight; a delicious turkey, ham, cheddar cheese sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and onions. With condiments of mayo, mustard and ketchup. He had a side of one half pickler, and BBQ chips. All with a bag of gummy bears and a cold can of Dr. Pepper. "This looks good." He said to himself with a small smile.

The sight of his perfect snack for tonight had him pump! The eighteen year old had a busy month, there was no time for him to spend these nights alone with all the criminals on the street causing a ruckus, and preparing for his mid-terms. It's his last year, and he needs to have positive scores for his grade. He finally decided to go to school in Columbia University and double major, maybe focus on science class and a couple of art classes to get him started. He does want a good high paying salary, and he enjoys science, as for what type he still needs to think about it.

The best part him and Ganke agreed to try to apply for that school, and Princeton just for fun. If they both get accepted, they can rent an apartment together instead of dorming, and start being roommates. That's if they are able to get, try their first year and get a part time job for their plans for their second year.

Yes, Miles already has his plans set in motion. He knows it's a lot of work to do, but Spider-man always has work to do. Anyway back to him going into his room with his plate of snacks with his right hand and on his left arm holding a bag of gummy bears and his can of soda. He went to turn off the living room television, and dim the light in the kitchen.

Both of his parents are working a late shift, an all nighter and he was left to watch over his baby sister, Billie. He went to her room to find her sleeping in her crib, she suckling on her pacifier, she's already six month old, yet she's so small. His cute little Boo-Boo, Miles loves to watch her sleep sometimes she does this little cute kick like she's fighting someone. She does like to go with him when he's Spider-man, he knows he shouldn't. Still she always love being swing from building to building. He gently rubs her back seeing her kicking stopped. She slept soundly by her brother's gentle touch. Gently placing a warm blanket on her.

Miles let out another small smile with his big doe eyes gleaming at his baby sister. "She's so cute, my little Billie-boo!" He quietly left the room, slowly closing the door without making a sound. He went into his room feeling a bit cold. It's still cold in the city that never sleeps, he went to put on his fuzzy socks on, he wore thick blue plaided pajama pants, and a white t-shirt. He sighs feeling his arms cold, he put on his Uncle Aaron's oversize jacket.

He kept a lot of his uncle's things, all his vinyls, his record player, some of his clothes and old photos of him and his dad's childhood. Sometimes he could smell hints of his Uncle Aaron, a certain scent of old cologne, leather and sometimes a new fresh of Timberlands shoes. Miles let out a sigh about grieving over his uncle still.

Grief is weird... there's times he knows his uncle is gone, and he knows it. Sometimes he slip up, when he get a good grade or draw a cool drawing, he quickly wants to run to his uncle's apartment and show him. Or he'll say, "I gotta tell Uncle Aaron about this!" Then, the realization would hit him like a truck, it hurts to think about. Sometimes he cries about it, sometimes he stays quiet. It's just one of those things about grief.

He sat on his rolling chair swaying side to side as he gets ready with his Me-Time. Grabbing his laptop to play a song on low volume from his Spotify playlist, he had up photos of inspiration, and went on his smart phone to look up other artists on social media to try their style. He likes to challenge himself and see how far his ability can go.

"Hmm this one looks good." He saw an artist working with soft pastels, which reminded him of Steven Universe. He decided to look up a landscape or person to use as references. Of course, he's going to add the Morales' flare. He got up to go on his book shelves to look through his art books, "Where is it?" He found the art book of Steven Universe Art and Origins, and saw he wanted to try the pilot style.

Leaving the page wide open as he set it on the table, he got out his big Mix Media sketchbook. One thing he liked about Rebecca Sugar's work is her drawings of hands, and he wanted to make drawings of Black and brown hands with different poses. "Hmm, gouache or Copics?" He was in the mood to paint, so maybe he'll do quick loose sketches of hands with markers. He had his drawing table slanted in another angle for him to work on hands, he got his art supplies all in order.

He took some gummy bears to eat and got started in drawing hands. Sometimes his tongue is curled out while he focus on drawing fingers. Why are hands so damn hard? He always likes drawing bodies instead of details on feet or hands.

His smartphone buzzed causing his Gizmo to vibrate on his wrist. Looks like one of his friends from another world wants to chat with him. He checked his smartphone to see it's his boyfriend.

Moonflower: Sunflower! You busy today?

Miles placed the rim of his Smartphone on his chin thinking about his answer. Today was his time to draw and enjoy himself, but how should he say it? He didn't realize he kept his boyfriend on read.

Moonflower: Sunflower?

Miles: Sorry bae! Well, i'm sort of busy.

Moonflower: Wat do u mean? 🧐

Miles: My parents are working night shift and I'm watching Billie.

Moonflower: Oh? 😏 So your alone is what I'm reading?

Miles: Bae! I'm serious! My dad didn't like the last time you came by and slept on my bed! 😭

Miles should tell him the truth, but what if Hobie would take it the wrong way?

Moonflower: So? 😆 I'm comin' by, luv.

Miles: Bae, I'm serious. I'm babysitting Billie!

Moonflower: Oh yea? I don't see her on yer lap.

Miles looks up at his window to find Hobie giving a wave. Oh shit, he bites his bottom lip as he got up to open his window to let his boyfriend in. "Hey, bae. I didn't expect you to be here. Were-were you watching me?"

"Once I saw yer text about yer parents not around I got excited to see you." Hobie looks around the room seeing a plate of sandwich and chips and a can of soda. He heard music, saw the room smelling freshly nice and there was a drawing table of Miles' drawings. His dark eyes saw the laptop of a photo of a very chisle black man with only a tight nude boxer posing, "Oi? Who's this bloke?" Hobie got jealous seeing this photo of a muscular male with his arms flexing and his hands together in a weird position.

Miles quickly went over to his laptop being confused, "What?"

"He's bloody naked?"

Normally Hobie never cared about nudes, he believes in freedom in expression. However, ever since he got with Miles, the punker had been known to be the jealous type. His beautiful Sunflower is his, and any other bloke or lass flirts with him, he goes full on scary.

"Hobie, I'm learning how to draw his hands. Look, they are big and strong- very figurative-" Hobie snorted with, "I can see." His eyes on the male model's crotch, there's a huge bulge.

Miles pouted, "Bae!"

"What? I'm sorry, luv- is this why you say you were busy? You were," Hobie's hand mimicking jerking off, "by yer self."

Miles face felt so weird, so embarrassed, "HOBIE!" He shrieks.

"Sunflower, I don't mind if you like to whack your little friend as long as," He grins widely, "It's me."

"Oh god!" Miles know how perverted his boyfriend is when it comes to sex. Not that he doesn't like it, but sometimes he said things out of pocket. "You find out sexting is a thing and I got so many dick pics of you!"

Hobie grins from ear to ear, his arms around his Miles' waist pulling him close, "And you kept them all, eh?"

"You're lucky I had my password on, my mom sometimes checks." Miles gave a cute pout.

"Awe, luv." Hobie leans over to kiss his lips, "Mmm, you taste sweet."

"I was eating gummy bears." His boyfriend said with his arms around Hobie's neck.

His punker stares deep into his eyes, his hand slowly went to grope Miles' rear, "Aye, bae! No, not tonight."

"Awe, why not, luv?" Hobie leans over to kiss his Sunflower's cheek to his neck, "Mm, your sister must be sleeping? 's pass her bed time, init?"

Miles pouted, he wasn't in the mood for it. He wanted to work on his drawings and be in his own little world, "Bae, stop. I wanna... mm," When Hobie's tongue lick his neck almost nibbling to leave hickeys, "Mmmhh."

"Mmm?" Hobie purrs letting the ball piercing on his tongue gently massage into his Sunflower's neck. Sometimes he can be very persuasive, with his hands firmly groping his lover's rear again, "Yer sure?"

Miles places a hand over his punker's mouth, "Nuuuhhh, bae. I'm serious." He cutely stares at him, with those pouty lips.

"Alright, luv." Hobie pulls away to rub his nose feeling an itch. Then he sniff , "So? Why did you say you were busy, luv? It seems like you don't want me around."

Miles pouts hearing his boyfriend sounding a bit hurt. "Hobie, I love having you around, it's just... I'm drawing. I was so busy with Spider-man, school, us! I finally got a chance to draw some stuff I always wanted to."

"Luv, why didn't you say so? I'll be quiet as a mouse, and watch you work." Hobie went over to grab Miles' sandwich to take a bite, "Mmm, delicious, luv."

"Yeah, don't mind if you do, heh." Miles rubs his hand that was his sandwich. Whatever, it's fine, he can make another one. Hobie wants to vibe. So he went back to drawing, and pop a few gummy bears. Then he hears his boyfriend munching on his sandwich.

"Mm, luv. Dis got red onions, nice add." Hobie let the crumbs from the bred land on him and Miles' bed.

Miles turns to look at his bed, "Hobie, your making a mess."

"Don't worry, luv. I'll clean up, go ahead and keep drawing."

Now, don't it twisted. Miles love Hobie, he loves his chaotic nature, his charming wits, and pettiness, but today, he really wanted to be by himself. He had a whole plan to draw and listen to his music.

Now, with his boyfriend in the picture- Well, let's just say he needs attention every thirty minutes. Sometimes the punker has a habit making noises, look around the room, touching things being curious only to get his attention.

Right now, he's chewing loud on purpose. Miles can block it out since he was on the zone, he added the final touches on the hands with contrasting colors to give more of a pop. He happily set this finish work aside, then went to create a character in dynamic space, he always wanted to try the fish eye mirror.

Going on his laptop, he went on his Pinterest page checking his bookmarks and click the model reference section. He likes to be organized like that. Looking through the models, he decided to have an Afro Latino male model leaning against a wall. His body practically nude, his eyes were hazel and skin dark as Umber with hair in long dreads.

"Wow, what a pretty guy!" He mutters to himself forgot that Hobie was in the room with him.

Until, he heard heavy boots shuffling towards him. Hobie resting his chin on the nape of his shoulder, "That's a pretty bloke, alright." He stares at his Sunflower to say, "But I'm better, hmm?"

Miles let out a giggle, "Bae, you know you're my boo. Hmm..."

"What?"

"Just thinking... Maybe I should do this one. He's outfit is so cool." Miles click another model this time a light skin Latino with an oversize jacket and cargo pants. "It's futuristic."

"Mmm, the first one, luv."

"You think?"

"Yeah." Hobie kisses him on the cheek, "Mmm, take a break Sunflower?"

"Hobie," Miles giggles at his nuzzling, "I just started."

"But I'm lonely."

"Bae, please. Give me ten minutes, please?"

"Alright, and I will make sure your ten minutes are up." Hobie saw the way his boyfriend looking frustrated, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Miles forces a smile before going back to his ideas in his sketchbook, he's so quick with loose sketches on body and form. Hobie always admire that ability, he decided to look at the book shelves filled with mangas, comic books, figures, and art books.

"Hmm," Hobie grab a random book being obnoxiously loud with each page turning, he set his Gizmo for ten minutes, "Nine minutes." He playfully hums.

Miles inhale sharply with his lips pressing together, this kind of stuff he didn't like. It felt like he was being timed for a test, he quickly did a sloppy sketch before using his mix media paper to make his final works. "Hmm, the World of Hirohiko Araki."

*FLIP* Miles hears the pages being flip, he felt like his boyfriend is doing this on purpose. The Hobie's dark eyes glance up with a low mutter, "seven minutes, luv."

Nope, he doesn't like this. When he lazily did the basic guidelines of his cityscape, he hears his boyfriend digging through his bookshelves making so much sounds. Then, he softly hums a tune, "Oh luv, how about some good ole' music. I'm thinking Sex Pistol's playlist, hm?" He rudely went to Miles' laptop to change the song, and he decided to look through the web. "Opps, luv... I think I lost your pics."

"Hobie..." Miles frowns to check the image he was using as reference webpage closed, he went to his history to click back to the site. Then, Hobie plays the music a bit loud, "Bae, Billie it sleeping."

"Opp, sorry, luv. Let me lower it." He headbands to the music, "Now, this is some good stuff." His hands moving to the beat of the drum that he ended slapping his lap.

"Bae, how about you finish your sandwich?" Miles asked then arched his eyebrow seeing the sandwich on the plate, "Wait, where is it?" He saw the sandwich on the nightstand. "Bae, ew! No."

"Come on, luv. It's fine. I'll clean it up." Hobie caught Miles' by the waist seeing him heading to the nightstand, "Dance with me."

"Hobie!" Miles sighs being exhausted with this, he pulls away to look at the sandwich, mayo dripping out of his night stand, "Awe, now I have to clean this up. Hobie, this is gross. You don't know if there's dust on this... eck." He grabs his plate to put the half eaten sandwich on it.

Now, he gotta clean up his boyfriend's mess. Going to get his cleaning wipes from his lower draw for when paint gets spilled, now he use it for whatever. He cleans up the nightstand, Hobie only hugs him, "Luv, relax. I said I'll clean it up." He nuzzles against him.

"It's just..." He presses his lips together, "I rather do it now." He pulls away to go back to his seat to start drawing, then Hobie's watch beeps.

"Times up, Sunflower. Come and snuggle with me." Hobie lay on his boyfriend's bed.

"That don't count, bae. I was busy cleaning up your mess." He snorted at that, "Anyway, let me finish my work."

Hobie frowns, "My mess? I told you I would clean it."

"And did you? No, I have to. I had to stop working on my painting and clean up your mess. When you have the plate right here." Miles inhale sharply trying to calm himself down.

"Whoa. Whoa! No need to snap at me, Miles." Hobie sat up, "You could've left it alone. I know, how to clean up. Don't treat me like a sprog, luv."

"Well, sometimes you act like one." Miles mutters lowly going back to his painting.

"What?" Hobie didn't hear him but he knows it was an insult. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Miles said.

The Punker didn't like this, his Sunflower is upset with him for no reason. Now, he's getting the silent treatment. Oh hell no! He went over to roughly turned the chair his Miles sitting on. This caused Miles' pen to draw across the paper making him gasp out loud.

The sketch is ruined with a huge inky line. "HOBIE! Look what you did!"

"You can always draw another one!"

Miles scowls at him, "No, this was a good sketch! I was in the zone!"

"You're blimey snapping at me! Talk to me, why are you this pissed off." Hobie asked, "This should be more important!"

"More important? Hobie, my work is important too! Ugh, it doesn't matter," He crosses his arms muttering the rest, "You don't care..."

Furrow lines forms on Hobie's eyebrows, his mouth in contempt. He looks hurt, "I don't care? I don't care!" He repeated almost shouting.

This made his boyfriend winced at his boyfriend's outburst. "Hobie, I-" Hobie snaps at him, "No, you stay quiet and I talk, Miles. You been snappy and act like I'm unwanted here. If I didn't care, I wouldn't visited you- Excuse me for bloody giving a damn after we haven't seen each other over three weeks!"

Miles stood quiet with huff. "Well? What you got to say about that, huh? I haven't seen you and thought since you were done with mid-terms, I can see you!" His voice in a stern voice.

Miles said nothing, being frustrated. "Giving me the silent treatment? For nothing? Wow. Just wow." Hobie scowls. "Look, I know when i deserve the silent treatment and this is bollocks!" His shouting was loud enough to wake up Billie.

Then the baby monitor rings with Billie's cries.

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment. I'm finding the right words, before it sounds all wrong! But fine, think like that." He crosses his arms being upset, "I'ma go check on Billie!" He huffs.

Miles cursed himself, he didn't want to get mad at his boyfriend or say rude shit. It's just- why now? When he wanted alone time? There was times when his Hobie went to concerts and miss their date night, so why is this so different?

The teenager went to check on his baby sister being wide awake in tears. "Awe, what's wrong bebé?" He cooed at her, then felt the room cold. "Ohh, it's cold in here." He swore he turned on the heater.

Billie's hands reaches out for her big brother, "WAHHHH!"

"I'm here." Miles quickly pick her up, "Ohh, you're cold, Boo-Boo!" He got the baby wrap to have her close to his warm chest. She snuggles against his warmth still sniffing, "Shh, I'm here." He went to the heater on the wall, he put the temperature high but nothing came out. "Oh shit." He panics with worried, his baby sister was freezing in her room because the heater is broken.

"Let's get you out of here, Boo-boo." He quickly got out of the room, he bites his bottom lips. Was he this selfish? He didn't noticed the heater wasn't on, he did noticed the room cold, but-but-

What if he didn't go to her room? What if she didn't cry? He only went to go to her because she cried, maybe she woke up because she heard him and Hobie arguing. If Hobie wasn't around, maybe- Oh god, he didn't want to think about that.

Tears dripped down his eyes, he ran to his boyfriend, "Hobie! Hobie!" His voice cracks filled with tears.

The punker's anger washed away when he heard panic in his Sunflower's voice. "Luv, what's wrong? Billie is alright?" He quickly went over to find his boyfriend running into his arms.

"The heater! It's-It's broke in her room- she's cold. Freezing! I'm scared. What if- What if-" He cries holding his baby sister, "I was supposed to be watching her! I didn't because-because I thought she would be fine!"

Hobie touches Billie, she cold but not freezing. "Luv, calm down. Calm down. You're frightening her." Billie started to cry again feeling her brother's panic. "Shh, calm down. She's fine. She just needs to be warm. Look lets lay on the bed and snuggle, wrap this quilt. She'll be warm soon."

"But-But- If you didn't come over, she would've froze to death and-and- I'm a horrible brother. I'm a horrible person. I'm a bad boyfriend! I suck," Miles cries out loud, "I'm so sorry, Hobie. I'm sorry. I was being selfish and-and-" Hobie hugs him, "Shh, luv. It's alright. You're not a terrible person. Get that outta yer head. Let's go to the bed."

Miles nodded still sniffing as he comforts his baby sister. Hobie wipes his tears then kiss him, "I love you, no matter what, okay?" Kissing his lips again.

"Mmhhmm," His Sunflower sniffles, "I love you, too." The two lay on the bed together, Billie snuggles against her brother quickly falling asleep. Miles stares down at his baby sister, she's so calm.

Hobie gently touch her forehead, "She's normal temp." The punker had the quilt on them after he removed his heavy boots.

Miles lay on his punker's shoulder, "I'm sorry I was such an ass, baby. I..." He bites his bottom lip.

"You know, you can talk to me about anything, luv." Hobie lift his chine up to stare in his eyes.

"I-" He gave a long exhale then softly said, "Today I was planning on just working on my artwork. I was so excited to finally work on my skills since I haven't been drawing for these few months, because of Spider-man, school... us."

Hobie nodded in silence. "I was happy being in my own little world, but you came and I was surprised. Because I wanted to be alone and draw. Maybe that's why I was such a jerk. I'm so sorry Hobie, I didn't mean to be one. I didn't even think about us not seeing each other for three weeks. I should've known you miss me. I should've known! I'm a horrib-" Hobie places his index finger on his Sunflower's pouty lips, "Shh, I get it. I should've been more considerate. You're not horrible, luv. I know, you had artist block for a while. I got too excited to be with you. It's exhausting being busy all the damn time. I like being alone from time to time." He still looks upset.

Miles moves closer, "Hobie, I love you with all my heart, your mi amor. I know I should be more vocal about this stuff but it's hard for me. I do love having you around. I shouldn't have it got to me. You didn't deserve it."

"Luv, this is not your fault. So what we argued? I know you're sorry and love me." He sighs, "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just hate the silent treatment."

"Only when you don't deserve it?"

"Now, that's an argument for another time." Hobie let his long arms wraps his beloved's waist, his lips kissing Miles' neck. "Mm, gimme me another kiss then I'll forgive you."

Miles giggles, then kisses him. Hobie being a sneaky fellow, snuck in some tongue. "Mmm, Hobie." Miles gasps.

"I didn't say what type of kiss." He playfully stick his tongue out showing off his tongue piercing.

"Oh yeah," Miles went for another kiss this time he bites down his punker's bottom lip, then slowly pulls it then licks it. "How about that?"

Hobie turns pink, he lowly said in a lustful tone, "Your lucky your sister is here or else I would've pounce on you, luv."

"Hmm, awe, too bad, pookie." Miles' sweater fell off his shoulder, which left his shirt to show a bit of his shoulder, "I probably would've let you."

"Damn, you're a cheeky one, Sunflower." He huffs, "Maybe I shouldn't forgive you."

"Nuuuuh, mi amor! You already said it so too late." Miles rested his head on his boyfriend's chest.

"Cute, luv." Hobie gave him a sincere smile, "You know, I can hold on Billie bloo and you can finish painting."

"Nahh, I'm fine being here with you, my Hobie." Miles said, feeling his sister's warm body on his chest.

"Well, you can bring your little sketchbook and I'll hold her."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, hand her here." Hobie took Billie in his arms, "I like watching you draw, Sunflower."

"Okay!" Miles happily went to get a pencil and small sketchbook, "I've been practicing on hands." He flips through his sketches. The two would snuggle together, while Billie sleep in Hobie's arms. Hobie watches his Sunflower draw hands with expressive movements.

"Beautiful work, luv." Hobie kisses Miles' revealing shoulder, "Always a wonderful artist."

"OH yeah? Are you sure you're not buttering me up so I can sleep you with?" Miles teased.

"Luv, I would never, but tomorrow I'm free and you can come by." He wiggle his eyebrows.

Miles giggles, "Okay, I'll come by." He kisses his boyfriend's feeling those soft lips, "Mmm, my Hobie." He rest his head in his Hobie's chest again feeling happy.

"My Sunflower." Hobie hums with joy.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider verse #across the spider verse #fanfic

[bronzeeditsx]

Maya fanfic part 8 🫶

-

As soon as the halftime whilst blew maya ran down the tunnel to find you.

Slowly you regained consciousness wincing at the bright light that was shining in your eyes.

The first thing you felt was a hand holding yours and you saw Maya’s face filled with worry.

“Y/n?”. She said nervously.

“Maya”, You replied, with a small smile at the sound of her voice.

Her name was then called by her teammates as the second half was about to start.

“I’ll speak to you soon”.

“Okay”, you said, sadly watching her leave the room.

- Full time -

The game ended 4-0.

Maya’s face appeared behind the door with a smile.

“How are you?”. She asked, placing a hand on your knee.

“I feel better now”. You replied with a weak smile.

The doctor then came over to you.

“These are some of the things you should do with a concussion, I read this list to every patient suffering the same injury”.

“Get plenty of sleep at night, and rest during the day.

Avoid activities such as contact or recreational sport, football in your case.

Don’t drink alcohol.

Only take prescribed drugs.

Avoid any activities that are physically demanding such as working out, housecleaning, sex.”

At the last word you and Maya both looked at each other at the same time.

Her face turned red as she was trying not to laugh, a smile formed on your face as you were trying not to laugh at her.

“Is that okay with you?”, The doctor repeated for the second time.

“Y-yes that should be fine”, You said, trying to make your face more serious.

“Good, your next check up is in a few days, you should get an email”.

“Okay thank you”, You replied, looking up at him, in the corner of your eye you could also see Maya attempting to compose herself.

“I’ll leave you two alone then, see you later”.

“Bye”.

“Bye, thank you”. Maya said.

He gave Maya a weird look as he left.

“How do you feel about that list?”. You asked.

“I think it’s pretty reasonable”, Maya replied, giggling.

“You sure?”. You laughed.

“Yes whatever’s best for you”, She said, bending down kissing your head.

“I think it’s best if you have a shower”, You joked.

“Ughh, I just played a full 90 minutes worrying about you, thank you very much”.

“Aww how sweet”.

“Forget it”, She said, jokingly walking away.

“Wait, help me up”. You replied, reaching out an arm to her.

“Fine”.

She helped you up and then brought you into a hug, her dirty shirt then rubbing against you.

“Ewww”, You joked, pulling away from her.

“I think we both need a shower”, she giggled.

- A few hours later -

You were now resting in Maya’s bed.

“Are you hungry?”, Maya asked, turning to you.

“Yes I am a bit”.

“I’ll look what we have downstairs”.

“I would help you, but my doctor says I should rest”, You said dramatically holding your forehead.

Maya laughed at you.

“Don’t worry, it will taste better without you”.

“Mean”.

She giggled as she left the room.

- Half an hour later -

Maya came upstairs with a stir fry, Mocha also following.

“You are really treating me today”. You said sitting up, as she handed you the bowl.

“It’s not like I have a choice”. She joked.

“Wow, I’ll just go back to my apartment then”. You laughed.

“No, please stay”. She said with a smile.

“Fine, but only for the food…and Mocha”.

She laughed in response.

“Would you consider staying for a little longer?”. Maya said, more nervously.

“I guess i’ll have to in my condition”.

“More than that”.

“As in move in?”.

“I know you said you can’t afford it but…I can’t stay here much longer either”. She said messing with her food.

“Why?”, You asked.

“Y’know with…but if you don’t want to or can’t afford it it’s fine”. She said, quickly.

“No I understand sorry, I would love to live with you. I basically do now but…”.

“But, you can’t afford it”, Maya said, looking down.

You nodded your head.

“What if you just pay the same rent as you do now and i’ll pay the rest?”. She asked.

“I can’t do that, you’d be paying too much”.

“I don’t care, as long as i’m with you”.

You nodded your head.

“We can talk more about it when you feel better”. She said, reassuringly.

“Okay”, You said smiling, you felt bad as you felt like you didn’t give her the answer she wanted.

- A few hours later -

“Do you want to come on a walk with me and Mocha, it could clear your head a bit?”. Maya asked.

“Yes, sounds like a good idea”.

“Ok i’ll just be downstairs, come down when you’re ready”.

“Will do”.

Sitting up fully on the side of the bed, you felt the drugs the doctor prescribed you with start to wear off, but the next dose you could take was in an hour.

You sighed, softly rubbing your head hoping the feeling would die down soon.

Attempting to stand up after a few hours of lounging in Maya’s bed you felt slightly dizzy but not enough to fall over.

You made your way out her room and then downstairs holding on to the railing.

“You okay?”. Maya asked.

“Yes”, You replied, with a slightly forced smile.

“Here’s your coat”. She said, holding it out for you and wrapping it on you as you put your arms in.

“Thanks”.

Luckily the shoes you brought were uggs so you could easily slip them on your feet.

“Hopefully they don’t get too dirty”. Maya said.

“Yes, but they keep my feet warm”.

“That’s good, i think it’s like 5 degrees now”.

“Oh wow”.

“You up for it?”.

“Yeah, it will help with my recovery”.

Maya nodded her head.

You made your way outside and the cold hit you like a ton of bricks.

“We don’t have to be out for long”.

“Okay”. You replied, placing your hands in your pockets.

When you reached the park she let Mocha off lead and walked next to you.

The headache you developed just seemed to get worse and your body was freezing at this point.

“It’s getting dark so quickly now”. Maya stated, you were now half way around the park.

“I know right”. You replied, slightly shaking.

Maya watched her feet as she walked through a pile of leaves.

“Ahh”, You said out of physical discomfort, but not loud enough for Maya to hear.

“When we get back we could watch a film, if you want”. Maya asked, looking back at you, her facial expressions then quickly changed.

“Y/n, you alright?”, She said cupping her hands on your cheeks.

“Y-yeah”, You replied, keeping eye contact for less than a second.

“Please be honest with me”.

“My medication is just wearing off and i’m very cold”, You said quickly, then looked back at her.

“You should have told me sooner”, She replied, bringing you into a hug.

“Sorry”. You said, relaxing into her hug which brought some warmth.

“It’s okay, we’re nearly home…come on Mocha”, She called out.

She put Mocha on her lead and then wrapped an arm around you.

“We’ll be okay”. She said, rubbing your back.

By the time you were down her road, the pain was constant, her arm still wrapped around you tightly.

As soon as she opened the door she let you walk in first and you took your coat off, then she followed unclipping Mocha’s lead and quickly shutting the door.

The lights of her house were so bright compared to outside where it was almost pitch black, this made your vision worse and you felt light headed.

“Maya-“. You said before losing balance.

She quickly caught you before you hit the floor.

“Hey, it’s okay”, She said, worriedly holding you. Your body was still freezing.

“I’m fine, I just need to lay down”, You said closing your eyes.

“Do you want to lay on the couch?”, She asked, keeping a strong hold of you.

“Yeah”.

“I’m going to carry you, is that ok?”.

“Mhm”.

She picked you up with ease and settled you onto the couch where the lights were dimmer.

“I’ll get you your prescription”, She said, then ran up the stairs to get it from her room.

In no time she was by your side again also holding a glass of water.

“Can you sit up?”. She asked.

“Yeh”, You said moving up slowly.

You put the pill in your mouth and washed it down with water.

“Would you like some tea to warm you up?”. She asked.

“That would be nice thanks”.

But by the time she made it and brought it to you, sleep had already taken over you.

-A few hours later-

Slowly you opened your eyes, trying to take in your surroundings.

You noticed there was a blanket now over you and your ugg’s were beside the couch.

Slightly turning your head you saw Maya sitting on a chair looking at her phone whilst biting her nails. She only does this when she’s nervous.

“Y/n”, She said softly, looking over to you.

“Hi”, You replied, slowly sitting up.

“How are you feeling?”. She asked moving to the end of the couch.

“A lot better, thanks”. You replied, with a weak smile.

“Good”. A smile was now displayed across her face.

“What time is it?”.

“10pm”.

“I slept for a while”.

“Yes, that’s good”.

You nodded your head.

-

The next few days consisted of resting in Maya’s house and some appointments helping you to recover as quickly as possible.

It was estimated you’d be able to start training again in a week. Which meant you had to watch the girls and Maya take on Leicester from the TV.

“Good luck May”. You said, before she left for the king power, meaning she’d be gone for longer as it was an away game.

“Thanks, we’ll get this win for you”, She replied, zipping up her suitcase.

“Me and Mocha will miss you”.

“I’ll miss you too, remember if you need any help just call my Mum”.

“Will do”.

She made her way out of the room carrying her suitcase and walked down the stairs, you followed behind her.

Placing her suitcase at the door she turned back towards you.

“Don’t have too much fun without me”, She chuckled.

“We won’t”.

“Come here”, She said, bringing you into a hug.

You wrapped your arms around her tightly, not wanting to let go.

Pulling away, you placed your hands on her shoulders and brought her into a kiss.

She kissed you softly, but shortly pulled away.

“Don’t start because then I won’t want to stop”, She said, smiling at you.

“One more”, You replied, placing a hand on her cheek.

“Fine”, She smiled, pulling you into a kiss.

Your tongue ‘accidentally’ slipped into her mouth.

Her smile grew bigger as she should have resisted as she was going to be late, but that was impossible.

After a bit, she had to pull away.

“I actually need to go now”, She said, now breathless.

“Fine”, You sighed, but with a smile.

She then quickly walked into the living room saying one last goodbye to Mocha.

Walking back to her front door she held her suitcase.

“I love you”. She said.

“I love you too”. You replied, smiling.

She then unlocked her door and made her way to her car, placing her belongings in the boot.

You watched her drive down the road until she was out of sight, then shut the door and locked it.

“She’ll be back soon”. You said to mocha stroking her.

-

Maya was now sat on the 2 and a half hour coach ride to Leicester and constantly texting you.

“Does y/n want to join in with this card game?, the amount you’re speaking to her she may as well be here”. Ella joked.

“Sorry…sorry”. Maya replied, picking her cards back up slightly blushing.

All Maya could think about was how you were, especially because you haven’t been apart for so long recently.

“How is she doing?, we haven’t seen her since it happened”. Ella said.

“She’s recovering well, so hopefully she’ll be back next week”. Maya replied.

“Oh good, that means we won’t have put up with you anymore”.

“Very funny”. She laughed.

-

You were sat on the couch with Mocha after just coming from a walk, and ready for the game at 3pm.

The game was quite scrappy both teams having similar chances but in the 33rd minute Nikita managed to get her goal.

It ended 1-0 not the best performance by the team but they pulled through, your absence could have made a difference.

-

‘well done on the win, can’t wait to see you later xx’ You text.

‘Thanks, missed you xx’ - Maya replied.

‘What time will you be home?’

‘Probably 8, it could be a long drive’

‘Ok, i’ll see you then’

‘How have you been?’.

‘Good thanks, about to take Mocha out again’.

‘I hope you’ve been on your best behaviour’

‘Are you talking to me or Mocha?’

‘You haha’

“Very funny May🙄’

‘love you really x’

‘love you x’

-

As soon as you were about to leave the house, you heard your phone ring.

You put Mocha’s lead down and answered, wondering who it could be.

It was her.

“Hi y/n”.

“What do you want?”, You asked her neighbour.

“I want you to stay away from Maya”.

“Not going to happen”.

“She doesn’t love you”.

“Yes, she does. leave her alone”. You replied and ended the call.

You understood why Maya wanted to leave this house.

Picking up Mocha’s lead, you put the key in the door, but your phone rang again.

Sighing you decided to just ignore it switching it on silent and walked out the house.

- 30mins later -

Walking down the road to Maya’s house you saw her in the window again but you just walked straight back into her house not even looking remotely over.

You fed Mocha and then put on a Netflix series.

- A few hours later -

Out of nowhere you heard a car speeding down the road, you thought nothing of it as it was only 7:20 and Maya wasn’t supposed to be here for another 40 minutes.

Until you heard a loud knock on your door.

You got up and paused the Tv and walked to the door. Saying you were nervous was an understatement.

Slowly you opened the door and there she was. Maya.

“Oh my God, you’re alright”. She said practically running at you and bringing you into a hug.

“Yes, why?”. You queried.

“I was trying to call you, but it just went straight to Voicemail”. She replied, sighing with relief.

Turning around you found your phone on the cabinet in the corridor where you must have accidentally left it.

10 missed calls.

“I’m so sorry May, my phone was on silent”.

“It’s okay, I was just worried something could have happened and there would be no one there to help you”.

“No i’m okay, I just didn’t hear your calls”.

“Why was your phone on silent?”. She asked, to be fair it never usually is.

“Oh um, I just kept on getting calls”, You said, avoiding eye contact.

“Who from?”.

You didn’t say anything.

“Who from?”. She repeated.

“Your neighbour”. You said quietly.

Anger was then all over her face.

Turning around she quickly walked towards the door breathing out a deep sigh.

“Maya don’t”, You said, trying to stop her.

But she was too strong for you.

You tried another attempt at holding her back on the course to her neighbours house, but this time she resisted and pushed you away more harshly due to the built up anger and frustration.

However she soon realised what she had done.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to-“.

“Doesn’t matter”, You replied shaking your head, walking back inside Maya’s house.

Maya stood still and placed her hands on her knees, taking a deep breath trying to weigh up who to go after.

#maya le tissier #muwfc imagine #maya le tissier x reader

[neptoons1998]

Babysitting

Summary: Okoye had to go to work. Attuma likes kids. Riri is forced to put up with him.

A/N: I want more fics about Okoye &Riri having a sisterly bond. They would roast the fuck out of each other lol

Okoye has always tried her best. As her late father would say you won’t know until you tried. That’s what Okoye was doing with her life, trying to keep her head above water. After the unfortunate accident that leads to her family’s death. Okoye quickly gained custody of her kid sister, Riri. The child protective service tried to take her sister away from her. Okoye had to go to multiple court hearings to pled her case that she was the perfect fit to be guardian for Riri. Okoye would be damn if she let the government lose her sister. So like all things Okoye worked hard. 

Sure she had to work two jobs, take night classes, and parent her kid sister. But she can handle it. That was until tonight. Her boss from her second job, request for her to help with the third shift tonight. Normally Okoye would say no, Riri was always her priority. 

That extra pay would help with the increasing rent her shitty landlord decided to rise last minute. Of course, the night of all nights had to be on a school night. Okoye knew she couldn’t call Ayo and Aneka they deserve time to enjoy motherhood with their newborn. Okoye could only think of one person who could help her. 

Riri gave her a pout as she glared at Okoye’s giant boyfriend, “Why are you leaving me with him? He’s your boyfriend.”

The older sister knew Riri actually liked Attuma, she just had a funny way of showing it. Attuma for the most part liked the young girl enough, the man loved children in general. With the late passing of their parents, the girl didn’t want to be close to anyone except her sister. Okoye sighed she knows it takes a minute for things to get better, the older woman did miss her young carefree sister. 

Okoye decided against playing into her sister’s mind games. She was running late after all. Okoye rolled her eyes, “Because I’m still working  and you're underage to leave  you alone.”

Riri crossed her arms in annoyance, “I’m not five, I’m eleven.”

“And still underage,” Okoye retorted back. Before she softly kissed her sister’s forehead, “Play nice.”

Before she left she looked at Attuma mouthing out a quick thank you to him before she left. 

“So,” Attuma started as Riri unflinching gazed looked at him. “What would you like to do?”

Riri rolled her eyes, her sister’s boyfriend was stupid, “Nothing. Leave me alone.”

And with that, the young girl left the living room going to her room.  Riri couldn’t believe her sister thought she was some baby that needed to watch. She was in the double digits and she knew how to make grilled cheese by herself. Attuma was a bad guy or anything. Riri just liked it when it was Okoye and Riri against the world. Now it’s more people, Riri didn’t want her sister to forget about her.  As Riri stewed in her anger she heard a knock on her door. 

“What is it?” Riri peeked out her door to look at Attuma. Attuma gave a warm smile, “I made some mac and cheese. I was wondering if you're hungry.”

Riri nodded her head as she closed her door behind her. Her sister talked too much about her, and now the man knows about her love of cheesy noodles. 

Attuma placed the bowl in front of the girl. Riri gave a quiet thank you before digging into noodles. 

“Y’know your sister is worried about you,” Attuma said. Riri wiped her face with a napkin. One thing she liked about Attuma, he was blunt. There was no way his words could be misinterpreted. That didn’t mean Riri was allowed to feel unsettled by his bluntness, she thought about what to say next.

“I know,” Riri sighed. “I just wished she would stop worrying.”

You’re so much like your sister. Worrying about other people before yourselves, Attuma thought, “That’s what big sisters are supposed to do.”

Riri twisted the metal fork around her hand, “I guess. I know I’m holding her back.”

“Holding her back how?” Attuma’s eyebrows pinched together. Riri screwed her lips together as she bite into a lemon. I said too much, Riri thought. Attuma placed his hand on Riri’s wrist, “You should know that your sister would never see you as a burden.” Attuma hoped the statement would help ease the girl’s mind. He knew he would have to tell his girlfriend about this, so the sisters could communicate about this heavy subject. Riri placed her fork down before looking at him.

“Well, you should know. That Okoye thinks you’re butt looks great,” Riri confessed. It was nice to hear that she wasn’t a burden to her sister. Maybe one day Riri would believe in it, but until then she will make jokes at her sister’s expense.  

Attuma felt his face a little warm.“H-how would you know?” Attuma asked. He would plead and beg to know the answer to this question. Riri could only smile, “Because I read her diary.”

“Oh really?” Attuma said  before looking around the kitchen as if Okoye would pop out of nowhere, “What else did she write?”

“It depends,” Riri said as open one of her palms, “How much you got?”

#attuma x okoye #attuma x okoye fanfiction #riri is the little sister #riri doesn't like the idea of her sister having a man in her life #okoye is a big sister #fanfiction #writing #riri williams

[emilycollins00]

Act 1 re-read! The show must go on!

. To be honest the show being next month is really insane given that they at this point didn’t even have a script

. And oh wow I didn’t expect that shout from Sakyo, it spooked me a bit

. 10 million yens I had to make the change and it’s like 63,602 euros holy molly no wonder Tsuzuru’s like fuck and Izumi like double fuck

. Question nº1 Why did Sakyo act like bad guy? Do we know what response he hoped to get? Trying to scare Izumi? 

. Enjoyed the slap. That was stepping WAY over the line with the tricks.

. Also this game might have been just a tiny bit funnier funny had they been allowed to swear ksdhk

. Last condition being Izumi as the director now I’m like ok but what if she you know, had a job?? Did Sakyo expect her to leave it?

. Izumi is too good for Yukio there I said it

. Sakuya’s situation again tho oof, the fact he didn’t even tell their relatives?? And the FACT that he was already 2 days in right? My heart. The "thank you for calling for me” felt devastating. Feels like Sakuya reeeally didn’t want to even try to take any chances with them (ALSO crashing with friends?!! DIDN’T REMEMBER THAT!! Oh that’s a lot to take in)

. First time having his own room, I might really cry

. Masumi mentioning dating at this point wow, his vision is so… narrow I really feel conflicted, how lonely must you be to reach this point with someone you met on the same day

. In another universe where Masumi got paper kdhkfh  Tsuzuru and Citron roomies waaah, I think it’d have worked but yeah, who better than to learn to take care of others for masu than tsuzuru

. LEGEND OF CURRY. Gotta love Izumi’s “what can I possibly with these leftover….?? Mmm I don’k know… oh wait?? CURRY!” <- has if that wasn’t your only option ma’am/j

. Can I just mention that this might have possibly been the first dinner both Masumi and Sakuya might have spent with others feeling this content? I cry

. “Our scriptwriter-“ misumi grandpa right? I love already knowing stuff

. “Paying my own rent on (place) is just scary” aint that true when you first begin to live alone

. MASUMI AGAIN BEING A SAVAGE NO HE DID NOT CALL TSUZURU HOMELESS

. IZUMI KEEPING AT IT AS WELL

. “With all due respect, are you nut” kissing location again

. Honestly they were lucky Citron and Itaru where there on their 1st day

. Tsuzuru my BELOVED, still I’d be with Izumi here, they took their chances but that was better than nothing. Making a 2-hour-play is A LOT in week what the- He’s so amazing pls

. ACTOR WHO WAS EXCELLENT WITH FEMALE ROLESGHJ KAZUMI (I still have to read about the story but-) I LOVE U

. Itaru felt scary talking so… like that and unlike him now that we know him more. I would have run away sdnk poor izumi

. “Tsuzu became one with his pc” help I can’t imagine the pressureee. Question nº2 I can’t help but think if he had done stuff like this before?? Or was this the start of him overworking himself?

. The script is done awwwiieee!! A LOVED hearing him so happy!! His VA did such a good job seeming so relieved/happy for real

. This part was SO scary, somehow, his way of talking as well

. Did itaru just try to (I don’t know if I’m using the word correctly) gaslight izumi??

. Masumi was reaaally not having it with Sakuya, again you can see somehow the only-child/big bro in a huge family differences

. Sakuya knowing all that from Masumi it’s wow. He truly remembers stuff

. I’m curious that for all that Itaru seemed to be hiding, he didn’t seem that surprised when the rest found out he was a gamer. Or maybe he didn’t really hide but just, went on his business?

. Someone let Sakuya in the manzai duo, these 3 are hilarious (I had absolutely forgot that Yuzo was from the spring troupe?? Oh WOW that was something. Also he really went hard, it was needed tho)

. SLEEPOVER AWW

. FIRST PICTURE AWWWWWW!

. That situation felt like an asmr with little snoring noises ghjkl

. That the first thing Yuki does when he appears is to give each of them a nickname while taking note for the costumes is sending me

. OH citron, and this scene. Him being honest with his feelings about him probably not being the best choice broke me a bit.. and Izumi being like, “then ill protect you” SOB, first breathing moment for citron maybe in that aspect since he came to japan. I love their friendship so freaking much

. “When did this goofball start acting like a prince?” MMMM I don’t think he’s acting Izumi

. OH again bc the drama when Itaru says he’s leaving was skdjn. Izumi “WHAT, WHY??” (also me in my room knowing it was gonna happen: WHAT, WHY??”)

. Question nº 3 Itaru says something along the lines of wanting to say it now so they had plenty of time to change it before it was late but like, how far could they be? They had 1 month so 4 weeks, 1st week was for the script, let’s say this is somewhat by the end of the 2nd is when Yuzo comes and they sleep in the stage, in less than 2 weeks you want someone to change? A bit all over the place for my taste

. But also he’s just over the place himself look at him? And then the iconic family play kauhsdkjk this was the beginning. (I COULD STAND TRUSTING SOMEONE AGAIN I CRY)

. Related to Q3 I’m still so confused with chapter 20 bc they say they only have five weeks to go?? I need help understanding

. I have to say, have we ever seen Sakuya speaking like this later on? I feel there was so much at risk here too so maybe its bc of that but wow Sakuya so… raw, hit me more than I expected

. Chap 23 broke my heart, fav out of the episode so far I think. Sakuya is SO strong as a character. ALSO feeling the need to be loved in a place? Masumi can relate this time and citron as well with the family stuff

. SDFGHJK their fight with godza I was like, “Just u wait just u wait just u waiiiit”

. Tsuzuru is so freaking relatable, not just bc we all have our circumstances that sometime stop us from doing things but like, time passes by so so fast and I was told so many time as I grew up but like, it’s so true. More true than I think I understood. Each year passes by even faster and I blink and we are already in August oof

. KAZUNARI APPEARS AWW I loved his enthusiasm since the beginning (“He’s annoying” “Masumi I know. Quiet” FGHJKL)

. No but I have to say Kazunari saved half the spring play somehow. Aside from Itaru talking in his gameplays, because the fact that he informed this many people, helped with the TV… I love him

. I also loved Yuki buying one, he definitely saw how much the spring troupe put themselves out there

. I don’t really get what brought Masumi to suddenly act like that after hearing “don’t act for me” from Izumi… I mean I kinda do but mmm felt forced to bring up his situation?

. The fanclub always felt all over the place and toxic honestly

. Anyway I loved how they all gave their opinion on how they react with love to make Masumi see it’s not the end of the world.

. Ok I really, really liked how Masumi told her that it didn’t matter if her acting wasn’t good. It was about putting yourself out there and how much passion and work you gave. Good boy Masumi (also good for Izumi for mentioning a later talk about boundaries)

. First play IM SO EXCITED!! I also love that the main thing despite what’s at risk that Izumi wants them to have a good first experience above everything. I love her so so much for real. (Also Matsukawa sounds so pro on the intercom!) this is it

. “we can ditch this town and travel the world!” we’ve heard this 93849 times and I don’t say this in a bad way bc VA did an amazing job, you can truly see the differences up until the finale oof/pos

. Oh my GOD they did it oh my god im so freaking proud, I swear im so happy I got to experience this again they worked so freaking hard good job everyone!! (I forgot Masumi being speechless and it made me even more emotional if that’s possible bc I already sobbed when they thanked the audience)

. More asmr <3

. WE SOLD OUT LADIES GENTS AND NONBINARY FOLKS I'M SO HAPPY I LOVED THEM HUGGING ONE ANOTHER

. Now I forgot Itaru was hurt what a reality check. For someone who wanted to leave, hiding an injury to keep going is a lot. Also I adored Citron intervention and his tone of voice. He can see the change in Itaru but doesn’t want him to overdo it, I love him <3

. Sakyo you tsundereee

. Man chapter 34 is a sea of tears in here I don’t have the strength to talk about it.

. Sakyo yakuza with a heart of gold indeed!! And Muku and Tenma (snott-looking boy ajshkhdk) aw

This was a perfect 1sr episode!!💕💕💕

#a3! reading club #em speaks

[obsessedwithallthingsbookrelated]

So I did something with the prompt of Nesta getting a job and apartment of her own in Velaris. As much as I love nessian, I just feel like Cassian needed to suffer just a teeny tiny bit

Part 1 (maybe)-

As usual, Mochas was packed out with its regulars. It was a small, modest cafe right in the centre of Velaris which meant it got plenty of trade, especially in the mornings when everyone was making their way to work.

Nestas shift had started earlier that morning and she wasn’t due to finish till late evening, but she didn’t mind. She had rent to pay and it felt good to be doing something and much to her own surprise she actually enjoyed it. She had been working here for about six months now, at first she had hated it with a passion, resentment had burned in her. For Velaris, the cafe, the girls, the customers. Her life.

But she would have hated being stuck in that house with him even more. On their orders.

So as soon as they were finished with their little ‘intervention’ she had demanded to speak to her sister alone and although it had shattered her pride and her cheeks burned with humiliation she had begged for another chance. She remembered the anger draining out of Feyre in that moment, her eyes had softened and she only said ‘I just want you to be happy Nesta. And safe.’

‘If you truly want me to be happy, you won’t make me live alone in that house with him. Please.’ Nesta said, voice hollow. She knew they could hear her, Rhys, Amren and him. The high lord had made it clear he wouldn’t be far from his mate. And she hoped this hurt him. He had just sat there as they tore into her, had actually dragged her here so that they could. What he’d just done had just shattered the last piece of her cold heart. The piece that beat for him.

She vowed to herself, there and then that she would beg her sister if she had to, would move to a better part of Velaris, never take another penny from them, get a job and become an active member of their society, DO whatever they wanted but she would never forgive him. Ever.

So she did. As soon as she left the townhouse she went straight to the city centre, had asked in multiple establishments if they were looking for a worker and eventually she came across a small cafe with a vacancy sign in the window.

She had started the next day. Worked for the next two weeks straight in order to save enough to put a deposit down on a small apartment a couple of streets over. It was tiny, the bedroom and kitchen practically in the same room, and a bathing room a quarter of the size of the one in her old apartment. It was embarrassingly small, but it was cheap and it was hers. She had stopped bedding males, not because it was what they wanted but because it was not what she wanted anymore. It was exhausting and it was hard to do without the constant haze of alcohol dulling her senses. It was her choice. Her first real choice.

In the beggining it was a struggle without the alcohol, she allowed herself two glasses of wine every night after work, then one and now one glass a week. It was slow progress, but to her it was progress.

The bad thoughts surrounding her anxiety and depression were still present, she would be a fool to think they would just disappear over night. But it helped to get out of the house, to have a place to go everyday. She had grown close to two of the females she worked with, Gwyn and Emerie. It had started when Emerie had spotted her reading a smutty novel on her tea break and things had just grown from there.

They had all bonded over the mutual love for their own space and books. And Nesta had started to look forward to seeing them.. most days. Some days were harder, were she was withdrawn and prefared to not engage as much in conversation. They never pushed her. Only smiled, said hello and got on with their work for the day.

Only two females were on shift today, Gwyn and Loren, so they had all been run off their feet during the morning rush. It had quieted a bit since. She felt him before she saw him. She always did.

He had come in everyday, since she started working here. Probably to supply his high lord and lady an update on the family leech. He ordered the same thing every time. Black coffee and a slice of banana pie. She never served or spoke to him, not once, no matter how many times she caught him staring at her with that strange look in his eyes. One would almost think it was longing. Or guilt.

He would stay for an hour, sipping his coffee and pretending not to look at her. He would always leave a massive tip. And then slowly he would get up, eyes sad, those huge wings dropping ever so slightly, and always with one more glance in her direction he would head for the door.

She refused to feel the guilt festering in her stomach, fought down the urge to go over and speak to him. She missed him, but he had brought this on himself. He had chosen them too many times.

So she took a deep breath and with a little but not quite there smile she went off with a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin to join her friend Gwyn on her break.

#ACOSF #acofas #acotar #pro nesta #nesta archeron #cassian #anti ic #nessian #fanfic #sara j maas #nessian fanfiction #nesta and cassian

[foster-the-world]

And we are off

My husband has the kids at a state nature preserve while I packed and cleaned up the house. All done and enjoying twenty glorious minutes alone on the couch. My Aunt/Uncle, cousin and their two friends are staying while we are gone. NYC rent is too expensive to leave this place empty. My Aunt is so excited. She's had a rough year so I'm glad she'll will get some fun in.

I cannot wait to be swimming at the hotel pool tmrw. For some reason I'm feeling confident about baby boy flying. The flight to California was a true disaster but I think we've figured it out now. Fingers crossed I'm not in denial.

My husband's boss is leaving. They immediately offered him the position. He doesn't really want to take it. Its a big pay raise but will be longer hours at work. He would still be able to leave the office at 5pm but would be up after the kids go to bed working. There is no part of me that feels like either of us have more hours to spare. Baby boy is really draining all of our energy and its still very unclear what supports he will need in the future. At the same time, it will be hard to turn down the extra pay. He is very lucky to get a full pension based on his three highest years pay (thank you govt work in a liberal state). He can retire at 57 - so its not money just for the next few years but for the next 30 + years. I mean this most likely won't be his last promotion but every step upward counts. If he passes away the pension passes to me. Current employees don't get these benefits - he got in right before they changed the rules. He's been there 20 years now. He/we will have the entire vacation to think about it. Nice either way that they offered it to him. He's also had this amazing boss forever. I'm warning him how miserable his life can get if he gets a bad boss.

Baby boys been behaving very well for the past two days. Maybe he's maturing?? Maybe he just has good and bad days?? He is so damn cute. Last night I told him I was taking the girls somewhere. He goes "Oh, okay. You go Japan???" HA! HA! No kid. The next trip to Japan you are coming.

The girls begged to have a pedicure before vacation. I took them last night. Said it was a treat for doing so well in school. Very cute/fun. Bee is so much more girly then I am.

Foster agency is sticking to making us be re-certified. I can't think about it until we are back. Of course, no one has given us an adoption date so no idea when we need to get the trainings over with. Such a massive waste of time.

Baby boys therapies need to be switched from Department of Health to Dept of Education now that he turned three. After a month of pestering, they sent me a list of over 200 evaluation places throughout the city. I called over 20. None have evaluation appts before October. I put us on all of the waiting lists. Will probably try to pay out of pocket for OT, PT, etc until he is adopted and he can go on our private insurance. Its unGodly expensive. Need to figure out what services will help him. A little lost honestly. Weight vests, weighted blankets, crash pads, sensory toys, brush techniques? Will these things help him?? Do we have room for those things (=No). Need to start videoing when he's really unregulated. One-on-one in an OT office is not going to show what we are talking about. Of course, the foster agency doesn't bother responding to my emails related to any of these services. The medical lady used to be the one consistently competent person at the agency. She moved on and of course the new person is useless.