#he was fine before I left for college and now he’s a fucking mess

[theamazingannie]

Me: Hey, we don’t need negative commentary right now. We need to be more encouraging.

Mom: Well, I guess I’m a terrible mother and am of no use to any of you and I guess you can be your brother’s mom now since I’m so bad at it. *storms off*

Me:

#she also said ‘I guess you don’t need my money for lunch or for me to wake you up in the morning either’ #which like…those are very basic parts of being a parent #she’s literally threatening to just stop taking care of her minor child #because me and him both find her comments about his work ethic to be discouraging #he is the poster child for learned helplessness right now #and i am working so hard to undo all of that #but It’s hard when both of my parents consider it their god given parental right to insult their children #It’s so frustrating #like i so badly wish I could leave and go no contact with them #but id be abandoning my brother too and I can’t leave him alone with them #he was fine before I left for college and now he’s a fucking mess #because he has had no One looking out for him #and It’s fuxking devestating to watch #He’s so smart and so passionate but he’s failing one class and doing terribly in most of the others #cuz he can’t focus and doesn’t see the point in homework #aka is exhibiting signs of adhd #which my parents know he has #he had an official diagnosis and a prescription #but that does nothing when the two people with the lost control over you #are constantly calling you a failure and saying you’re never gonna get anywhere in life #Im so sick of it

[bat-bestie]

god everything sucks so bad right now

#big BIG vent in the tags heed the warning #cw pet loss #i don't even know where to start actually #im just a mess right now and i haven't even been able to say or type or think too hard about. the most important thing #god this sucks #my cat bunny. the one who's really nervous around everyone but trusts me. my girl #she hasn't been acting quite right lately so my mom took her to the vet and they say she has spinal cancer #and there's nothing we can do #and it's progressing really fast #she was fine just a few days before i left for college this semester #i haven't seen her in a month. month and a half #and now im going home for the weekend as an emergency visit and it's the last time i'll get to be with her. #this week has been fucking horrible it's midterms and i haven't been able to focus or study or think #im almost grateful ive been so busy with assignments because everytime i don't have anything i Have to do i breakdown #i had to ask one of my professors for an extension because im a wreck right now and he seemed like he almost didn't believe me too #he was like 'wellllll if it's an emergencyyy 😒' #sir i put my shirt on backwards and didn't notice literally all day i cannot write a fucking midterm essay like this #and i can't really talk about any of this either bc im always aware that if i kill the vibe too much people won't want to hang out with me #and just to make things a little bit worse i keep seeing people adopting cats or posting that theirs just had kittens everywhere #im just so upset. bunny is the most important thing in the world to me #in my worst moments when ive needed something to get me through it the fact that i can't leave her alone has been at the top of the list #i don't know how im gonna be able to be home without her #i fucking hate this #sorry for doomer posting go do something uplifting #delete later

[yuujispinkhair]

How you get the girl

He knows how ironic this is. He is Sukuna, the guy who is known to always wear a smug smirk on his tattoed face and have a snide remark ready at all times. And yet, when you stand in front of him and confess your feelings to him, he is at a total loss for what to do.

Aka Sukuna is a lovesick mess who fucks things up on the first try because being open about his feelings is really not his strength but then makes up for it again.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, College AU Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: Light angst with a happy ending. Sukuna struggles with opening up about his feelings. Kissing. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

"And that's why...I mean, what I want to say is, I love you, Sukuna."

You stand in front of him, wringing your hands nervously after saying all those sweet things about him that he never knew he was, and look up at him with a hopeful look in your pretty eyes. And Sukuna feels like he has been hit by a truck as he stares at you with wide maroon eyes and his heart hammering in his chest.

He knows how ironic this is. He is Sukuna, the star player of the basketball team, the popular asshole who gets invited to every party, the guy with the bad boy reputation, who is known to always wear a smug smirk on his tattoed face and have a snide remark ready at all times. And yet, when you stand in front of him and confess your feelings to him, he is at a total loss for what to do.

There are a lot of things going through his head. A lot of things he could confess to you. Like how much he likes spending time with you. Or that he thinks about your smile all day. Or that he likes how you laugh about his jokes and always play along when he says something teasing.

He knows he should be honest and tell you how weirdly full his chest feels when he holds you and that he likes it so much how you fit so perfectly into his arms and against his tall, muscular body. That it makes him want to protect you and care for you, just like the way you care for him so lovingly. He knows he could tell you that you are always his last thought before he falls asleep and the first one when he wakes up.

But he doesn't do any of that. He is frozen somehow. This big bad guy, who is always so loud and confident, is standing there staring at you with wide maroon eyes, nervously pushing his tongue piercing against the back of his incisors while he tries to think of what to say to you.

It's too much, too intense. He is good at flirting. He is good at kissing and fucking and sweet talk. But he isn't good at this!

Sukuna opens his mouth only to close it again, unable to put this overwhelming whirlwind of feelings into words. Or maybe it's not even that. Maybe it's not that he doesn't know what to say, but rather that everything he would say right now would feel too honest, too raw, and that is something that scares him. He has always been the rough one, the one who wears a mask of arrogance and indifference that lets him hide how he really feels.

Maybe that is why all he manages to say is,

"Thank you, princess."

He sees your face fall and hears a shaky breath escape your lips. You try to mask your disappointment, lips lifting in a forced smile as you back away from him with shiny eyes.

"You're welcome... I ... I will just go then. Bye, Sukuna."

He has never felt as helpless as when he stands there with his hands balled into fists as he watches you turn around and leave hastily.

He tries to pretend this moment never happened, tries to tell himself he did nothing wrong. It's fine. His reaction was a normal one. Things will be ok. You will come up to him tomorrow and roll your eyes and tease him about how he stood there like an idiot, and he will laugh and pull you against him and tell you that your beauty left him speechless and that, of course, he feels the same!

But that doesn't happen.

He doesn't see you anywhere in the next few days. There are no texts from you either. You're avoiding him, aren't you? Your friends send death glares his way when he passes them in the hallway.

He loses track of how often he pulls his phone out of the back pocket of his skinny jeans, just for his fingers to hover over your last message to him, unable to find the courage to type something.

The new episode of your favorite show airs tonight. He watches it. Of course, he does. He always does, even though he finds it boring and thinks the actors are super bad. But he watches it because you like it, and so he can talk to you about it. But tonight, you aren't in his bed to watch with him, and you aren't texting him about it either.

So Sukuna grabs his phone and finally texts you. He sends text message after text message all through the episode, commenting on the newest scandal and on the outfits of the main characters.

He doesn't get a reply.

On the fourth day, he sits in the living room with his brother, playing video games and losing round after round because his mind is too occupied with missing you and stressing about why he did what he did. And suddenly, he can't stop himself from throwing the controller on the floor and blurting out,

"I fucked up."

Yuuji looks at him with a questioning look,

"Do you mean in the game or something else? Are you in trouble?"

And Sukuna laughs gruffly and hides his face in his hands as he shakes his head. Luckily, his brother is persistent and doesn't leave him alone. The brat bugs him until Sukuna finally spills it out,

"She told me she loves me."

He doesn't even have to say your name. Yuuji knows. Of course, he does. He blinks at Sukuna in confusion.

"And what is the problem? That is amazing news!"

"I said thank you."

The seconds tick away, and Yuuji stares at him as if waiting for him to say more. Sukuna huffs and shakes his head before he adds,

"That's all. I thanked her... and then she left."

"What do you mean you thanked her, Kuna? What the fuck!? That isn't an acceptable way to reply to a love confession!"

"As if I don't know that! I... shit, I didn't know what to say! I was overwhelmed!"

He glares at his twin, desperation turning him into a hot, angry mess. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. He should grab his gym bag and go lift some weights and hit a punching bag until he is too exhausted to think!

But Yuuji's voice stops him.

"But.. but don't you like her? You looked so happy with her."

"Of course I do! I like her a lot."

He hates how soft his voice becomes when he says the last part. He hates how weak he feels when he feels his mask slip and knows he isn't able to hide the pain in his heart.

But luckily, this is Yuuji, his twin, the brat that has been practically attached to his hip ever since he was born three minutes after Sukuna. It's ok if he sees Sukuna like that. This is the little brother who loves Sukuna no matter what shitty situation he gets himself into. The brother who is so much better at being open about his feelings. The brother who isn't scared to tell him off when Sukuna does something stupid.

"When what are you still doing here, you idiot? Get the fuck up and go to her and talk to her! I will throw you out and lock the door! I am serious, Kuna! You only come back here after you made things ok again with your girl!"

It's ridiculous that he needs his younger brother to kick his ass and tell him what to do. It's absolutely pathetic that he jogs through the rain in the middle of the night to buy a huge bouquet of red roses and then bangs on your door with his pink hair dripping wet and his soaked-through white t-shirt sticking to his abs uncomfortably.

But maybe it's good to be pathetic sometimes because you don't slam the door into his face but look at him with a hopeful expression on your face and a soft,

"Hey, Sukuna."

He doesn't give a fuck anymore at that point. He doesn't care that he is standing in a small puddle of rainwater dripping down from his wet clothes. He doesn't care that his hand trembles when he pushes the roses into your arms. He doesn't care if the whole dorm hears him when he says,

"I am sorry! I was an idiot. You said all those sweet things to me, and in my head were so many things I wanted to tell you too, but I messed up."

He runs a large hand through his wet hair and slicks it back again, looking at you with eyes that glitter suspiciously, but he can blame it on the rain sticking to his long lashes,

"I like you too. Every minute with you was the best I ever had. I see your face in my mind all the time. Last week, I started laughing in the middle of the grocery store because I remembered something funny you said to me. I messed up my last exam because I was too distracted thinking about how your hand feels in my hair. I only feel ok when you are next to me because if you are not there, I feel like there is a crucial part of me missing. I know I suck at talking about my feelings, but that doesn't mean I don't have a hundred thousand of them when it comes to you, and all of them are fucking good and intense and drive me crazy and... I just.. fuck, I love you, princess. I love you, and I am so sorry!"

He feels out of breath, maybe from running through the rainy streets or maybe from letting out all of those words that make him feel so fucking vulnerable when being vulnerable was the one thing he always tried to avoid at all costs.

But there is this happy smile on your face. The smile he missed so damn much. And he knows it was worth it that he ran through the rain and spilled his heart out in the staircase of your dorm.

It was all worth it because you take a step towards him with happy tears in your eyes and a soft,

"Oh, Kuna."

And the next thing he knows is you are in his arms again, your warm body pressing tightly against his, not caring about his wet clothes. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your fingers play with the short hair of his undercut, making him let out a soft sigh. And you get on your tiptoes to kiss him right when he wraps his tattoed arms around your waist and pulls you even closer.

He can hear loud cheers and applause coming from somewhere in the staircase, but he really doesn't give a fuck anymore who heard his love confession. The whole world can know how he feels about you. He will shout it from the rooftop and punch everyone in the face who has a problem with it, if it means he can hold you again and kiss you and feel your smile against his lips.

I made myself cry thinking about this scene and then I HAD to write it aaaaah. I am so weak when Sukuna is a mess, it just makes me want to hug him and ruffle his hair and never let him go again. I am obsessed I think.

Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it and that you are weak for this mess of a boy too ;)

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna fluff #sukuna x y/n

[l1vchuu]

resentment. part three

!! warnings: slight mentions of sh, angst, slow burn, strong language.

And Simon stood there, in silence. The slight yellow rays of the rising sun filled the now empty room- well, half empty. The walls- before filled with your favorite music artists and films, your bed- once piled with your fluffy little animals from Ikea and sheets- once warm and packed with your scent. Now everything was empty and dull- just like the way he had treated you the past few months.

His mind went blank- was he hallucinating? Were you there?

He looked around again, his gaze had sharpened. Did you request to have your own room? Where the hell were you? Why didn't you tell him?

Ghost closed the door behind him, making his way to Price's office- maybe he will tell him.

As the elevator closed its' doors behind him, he strode to the Captain's door, knocking three times before entering.

"Good morning, L.T."

"Good morning, Captain."

Price looked at the sight in front of him- a tall, masked, tired man. He knew what he was going to ask him- and he knew damn well how to answer.

Simon stood there, quite hesitant to ask the thing he had been thinking of- actually, he hadn't prepared the question at all- so the silence filled the room again until Price spoke up.

"She took a break- you will have your own room for a while."

A break? Ghost thought to himself.

"How long?"

Price took a sip from his coffee.

"A month. For now."

A month? A week or two- fine- but a month?

"Is there a particular reason-"

"No reason included."

Price turned to face him.

You and Ghost made quite the pair ever since they introduced him to you. You were always his sparring partner, and so was he. He only ate food if you were around, and so did you. You only accepted a mission only if he was there, and so did he.

After years of being friends and colleagues, you two became inseparable- which meant that absolutely everyone on the team knew that something was wrong. And only one person was to blame, right?

The Captain sighed, nodding his head slightly- a habit of his.

"You don't know, do you?"

Simon's head perked up.

"Know what?"

"She fainted yesterday. She was on the bed for a long time- and she basically looked like a corpse."

Price put his mug down.

"Look, Riley. I'm not the one to get into this mess- but I'm sure the others won't tell you, so I will. The nurse wrote that she fainted out of exhaustion- but that won't explain the cuts and bruises on her body, right? Did you even notice her change in behavior?"

Simon gulped.

"No, I didn't."

"You didn't notice anything? Nothing?"

"No."

Price massaged his temples.

"Our job is to make sure that our soldiers are in good shape and health, Riley. And she is one of our best."

Simon sighed. His mind was blank. Truly. Blank.

"I know, Captain. I've been on night shifts a lot and-"

"We all know what the real reason is, Lieutenant. Drop the excuses."

Price interrupted him, his tone was stricter now.

"Again, what I was saying was- You can't keep doing this. We can't let this team break the trust we have built for years. If one person goes down, so do the others. Understand?"

"Yes, Captain."

"I don't know what happened, and it is not my place to do so. I'm saying this as a regular person- try to fix whatever the fuck is going on."

Simon stayed still and silent. His eyes looked tired, but his gaze was strong.

Price sighed again, motioning him to the door.

"This is not a good thing, son. You have a month to figure it out."

As Simon stepped to the door, Price followed behind him.

"And you better pray she won't fucking quit in the meantime."

These were the last words Price had said before Simon left the office.

-

You arrived at the airport, a place you hadn't seen in a long time. You didn't notify anybody of your arrival because you needed to be alone- you wanted to be alone.

You took a ride to your college apartment, glad that it is still for rent. As the taxi passed through the streets, the trees danced to the wind and the sunlight flew through the air. It was about 8 am and the shops were just opening their doors to the public.

The taxi stopped in front of the apartment complex. You paid the driver and got your things to your old apartment without any worries.

You finally had time- time to think everything through and manage your feelings, time to heal.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, it was the first time you paid any attention to your appearance and you barely recognized it. Your eyes were swollen and empty, your skin was pale and dry, your arms were scratched up- a habit you had when you felt nervous, and your thighs had bandaids.

You had forgotten about it- you hoped you never remembered it. A few weeks ago you almost began an argument with Ghost, but it just ended up with you staying alone in the bathroom, your tactical knife in your hands, and a whole lot of tears and physical pain. You never resolved problems this way, never. Self-inflicted wounds are something you hadn't done to yourself ever since high- school. So you thought about it- Why did I react like that?

You cleaned and stitched up your wounds after you had showered- your skin was hot and soft from the boiling water. It was quite frankly the first time you had taken such a long shower- but it helped you calm down.

Laid in your bed, bags scattered all over the place, you looked at the ceiling and thought about the upcoming month. What were you going to do? Well, you had money from your last paycheck- so you didn't need to worry about that, you need to do something to get you out of your mind, just like the old high school times. What did you do in order to forget about everything? Oh yeah, you joined the military.

There were many other things you could do- maybe go to see a therapist. No, not a good idea. Why? What will I say to them, I don't know what I'm feeling. We'll figure that out.

Jokes aside, you genuinely didn't know how you felt. What was it that bothered you? Why did you feel like that? Absolutely. no. fucking idea.

You hated everything around you, about you, including you. You felt like crawling out of your skin and existing without being perceived as a living person. You felt like a piece of flesh, slowly rotting into the ground, hoping for the bugs to come and consume you whole. You wish to be buried deep into the earth's core, maybe the warmth will be enough to comfort you. You prayed that one day people would walk through you as if you never existed. You prayed that one day people would say your name and not have you in their minds. You didn't want to exist.

But on the other hand, you wanted people to think about you and notice you. You wanted to be taken care of, to be perceived as a human with feelings. You wanted to be held and have sweet things whispered into your ear. You wanted people to smile as you passed by, people to remember little details about you. You wanted people to think about you when you weren't around.

Everything was so confusing to you at the moment. You stared at your empty phone, looking at all of the names of people who you used to talk to before. You weren't allowed any contact with your teammates if you were away- no calls, no messages, no emails. The only way they could possibly make any contact with you is through letters. Will someone write to me? you thought to yourself. Yeah, you said to Price that you didn't want him to notify anyone of your leave- but surely someone would've noticed by now, right? Will someone notice my absence?

But you were away. You were away from the base, away from all of the oils and gunpowder, away from the ink and the papers, away from the tablets and computers, away from the stingy coffee and oatmeal, away from the ripstop and the uniforms, away from the steel and guns. Away from everything.

The first thing that you could try to fix was your eating habits. You barely ate a meal a day for a month and your body was begging for it. But it wasn't going to be easy, of course. You still couldn't bring yourself to have any type of appetite. You still felt the salty taste of your tears on your tongue, and you could feel shivers down your spine. Maybe you could go grocery shopping? Maybe that could help.

You lazily stepped out of your bed, put on casual clothes, and headed out the door with nothing in mind- you'll figure it out.

-

It was a normal day at the base. Everyone was doing their daily routines and their assigned work, training, or planning any new missions. It was the quiet season- there wasn't anything crazy going on, which meant that the atmosphere was lighter than usual. It was everybody's favorite time of the year, except Christmas or Halloween.

Simon was sitting in his shared office, his desk being next to Kyle's. It wasn't a normal day for him though, his mind wandered all around you.

Ghost has suffered through most of his life, given the fact that all of his family was murdered because of him, and he has been imprisoned and tortured by a Mexican cartel. In papers, he is often marked as dead and he constantly wears a mask in order to protect his identity and uses it to cope with his traumas. He often has nightmares and hallucinations, which you used to help him with- would it be staying all night talking or maybe distracting yourselves with movies. He has a long history of disorders, which was the reason why you and he got so close. You coped together, you brought comfort to each other. He was the first person on the team that you got comfortable enough with to share your past, and so did he. It wasn't pity that brought you guys together- it was genuine coping and the need to get better, you healed together.

And there he sat, knowing the fact that he had possibly ruined all the progress you had made.

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Heya! This part was short, for which I apologize- it's supposed to be more of a 'filler', in order to get the emotions flowing in. But don't worry, part 4 will come shortly after, with more action and sadness! (just kidding, or..?) If you liked this part, make sure to like or reblog <: See you next time, lovelies <33

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[itsonlydana]

"passenger princess" | chapter one

the hobbit | a modern!AU by itsonlydana

❱ pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader

❱ wordcount: 2,9k

❱ summary: the chaotic mess of playing monopoly drunk with your best friends

❱ warnings: alcohol

❱ an: the first chapter.. excited for you to read this! This has been heavily edited from my ao3 post soo have fun <3

general m.list + series m.list

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot - especially with longer projects <3

CHAPTER ONE: MONOPOLY

"Oh, would you look at that; you landed on my street. Again."

"What? No fucking way."

"Legolas"

"Gimli"

"Blondie, if I don't see my money in ten seconds I'm cutting your hair while you have your beauty sleep."

"No, you wouldn't dare!"

Across from Legolas, Gimli just flashed him a toothy grin, so wide and full of mischief, before leaning over the multitude of cards in front of him with a challenging tip of his head.

"Try me."

"Fine." Legolas drummed his fingers on the table, breaking the staring contest and waving it off like it had never bothered him. "Don't drag it out any further, Gimli, tell me what I owe you, and let me go my way."

For a moment Gimli pretended he had to look for them, but everyone at the table had noticed how his fingers had twitched for the green card as soon as Legolas had rolled the dice.

"You ended up on Oxford Street, which normally would've only cost you $26, but since I have not one, not two, but three houses, you now owe me a wonderful 900!"

And as in previous rounds, Legolas now quite unemotionally pulled two orange paper bills from his carefully sorted, rather tall, stack and received an already slightly worn 100 in exchange, which he accepted with a bitter grumble.

This exchange had happened so many times this evening that you now only rolled your eyes with a smile at the banter, sipping on your bottle of beer to avoid being drawn into the discussion in the first place.

The rivalry between Legolas and Gimli, playful in its purest form and with not an ounce of real bad blood, had become a permanent part of your life after you befriended the two of them.

Although it had slightly thrown you off at first how they went from harmless conversation to competition in seconds, you couldn't imagine your life without it.

In such a fast-paced modern world as this, you sometimes found it hard to hold on to friendships and avoid losing your grip in the swift whirl of time; in the case of many friendships that were strong at the time, you couldn't even remember if there had been a real goodbye, or if they had simply... disappeared - left behind or run ahead, who knew?

With Legolas and Gimli, however, it was different.

You met both of them on the first day of college, had run into both of them, literally, when you tried to get to your first class on time.

A class with a professor you'd only heard bad things about Visitor's Day. The hushed whispers of scared students, their eyes telling you more than what they actually dared to say on campus.

You were close to being punctual, wouldn't it have been for Legolas and Gimli. The duo stood in front of the closed lecture door, simply staring through the tiny window and looking like they would rather perish than actually open it.

Their looks of fear mirrored yours and it was clear that all three of you had heard the stories of students getting their heads ripped of by Professor Sauron. That man had strong feelings about tardiness– and it was only your first day.

You of course rushed to apologize, babbling that you hadn't seen Gimli, and no, it wasn't because of his size but rather due to your lack of attention, and please could they stay on your side when you go into the hell of public humiliation?

By some wonder the Professor had his back turned to the auditorium to fill the blackboard with the required reading list, as you snuck along the stairs and miraculously dropped into the last three empty seats without getting caught.

And when you had breathed a sigh of relief, the brunette who sat on your right passed you the attendance list he had kept with him a little while longer, as if he had suspected that someone else would be late.

That's how you met Aragorn. The ruggedly handsome brunette added to your trio and was conveniently organized enough to lend you and Gimli a pen for the first week.

From day one, you formed an inseparable unit, whether on campus, in the numerous bars you frequented, or in the parks where you often spent your free time - rarely were any of you seen without the others and you would never hear the others utter one single bad word about the other.

You practically did everything together, from classes, many of which you shared – often to the annoyance of professors and fellow students due to the vibrant and occasionally noisy atmosphere you created– to lunches lounging under the campus's shady trees, with Aragorn reading poems from his literature class, and you occupied with braiding Gimli's long-grown beard while Legolas dozed in the longing stares of bypassers, gossiping and flirting.

On weekdays before exams, you either barricaded yourselves in your tiny dorm room, for it was the closest to the library, quizzing each other up and down the subjects, writing flashcards, most of which you wrote, to give to Legolas and Gimli afterward, and after exams, you forced your way into bar after bar, leaving your marks in benches and stools, squeezing into cramped photo booths in brightly lit clubs.

The first trimester passed swiftly, much like the initial semesters of the second, which you were presently struggling to handle.

It was the college life that everyone probably dreamed of, that every movie romanticized, and even you sometimes couldn't believe how perfect everything was.

Certainly, not every exam resulted in a perfect score and not every day was adorned with rose-colored glasses of happiness perched on your nose.

Yet, be it a poorly performed test, a date lacking sparks, or a random low point, your boys stood steadfastly by your side, offering unwavering support.

Today was no different.

The day had started with you waking to the sun and not your alarm clock and getting your ass handed by Professor Sauron.

It continued with some pretty demotivating feedback on an essay you'd worked many late nights by your Herbology Professor Baggins.

He did offer you a pat on the back that probably meant to cheer you up but felt condescending considering the amount of red ink staining the essay you'd crumbled in sweaty hands.

Adding that to Professor Sauron's embarrassment of you in front of the entire class sank your already low spirits to the basement.

Not even Aragorn's consoling hand, which remained steadfastly by your side throughout the day, guiding you from one class to the next, mumbling soft words and trying to cheer you up with soft kisses to your forehead, could lift you out of this emotional abyss.

How you survived that day was a mystery but after eight hours of you pouring out bad energy like radioactive waves, Legolas must've had enough of your moping and the grim expressions you fired at anyone who shouldered you in the hallway.

With a determined, "We're going to my place," the blonde had put his pep talk plan consisting of a trip to the liquor section of the supermarket and an order from the delivery guy into action.

It was this very plan that had gotten you into your current situation.

Slightly drunk at the kitchen table of the House of Oropherion.

A Monopoly board in front of your nose, around it several empty beer bottles. Pizza boxes scattered on the countertops and bags of all sorts of sweet stuff that Legolas had sweepingly pushed from the shelves into the shopping cart, blowing pink bubble gum bubbles.

The guy seriously had a snack-problem and a spending habit that surely made for a good intervention.

Within a few hours, you had turned the otherwise pristine and tidy kitchen into a battlefield that looked a lot like the one in your dorm.

Whereas the one in the dorm was used by twenty young women and many of their partners, and this one just by four.

Just as in the dorm, loud laughter echoed through the entire house, accompanied by your shared playlist.

Legolas had set it playing on the expensive stereo while preparing his snack bowl.

It was a chaotic mix, Legolas pop music, Gimlis folk metal and Aragorns indie rock while you sprinkled in a few classical songs or added whatever else was missing.

Quietly, you hummed along to the hottest chart song of this summer.

Your spirits had risen by now, thanks to your best friends, even if it did look like they were about to go for each other's throats over a denied exchange of a road.

"My Lady," Aragorn interrupted the rising argument between Legolas and Gimli and held out his hand with the dice to you, "Please stop this madness and continue the round so we can finish this eventually.. hopefully today"

Grinning, you accepted the dice, "I will do my best, my lord," while Gimli muttered into his beard, "Not my fault Barbie isn't giving me what's rightfully mine."

As expected, the idiots fell silent as soon as you gave the dice a quick shake in your closed hands and then tossed them across the table with a clatter.

Of course, in the face of eventual earnings, everyone immediately calculated where you would end up and who might rip off what little money was left in front of you.

Two threes.

And everyone groaned in annoyance.

Only you grinned as you dragged your silver dog figure across the Park Lane and Mayfair field decorated with a few of Legolas hotels, right over GO and landed on your own field.

Another round where you survived on the 200 notes from pulling over GO, anxious not to land on one of the hotel fields from the others.

Because, unlike the others, greedy little hoarders who acquired your properties, swindling you with meager donations, you possessed only the two modest brown streets, yielding little profit.

With each move of yours, the others hoped you would finally end up on one of their plots and finally be eliminated, but as if fate would have it, you seemed to be avoiding it just fine.

"And she lives another round," Aragorn raised his beer bottle in your direction and winked "Any bets on how many more you'll survive?"

You snorted as you shook the dice in your hand again. "You're not getting rid of me that fast."

The dice clattered across the board, two ones and loud rumbling from the boys, you moved to the community chest square laughing.

Reaching across the board, you grabbed the top card of the cards and dramatically pulled it up to your chest.

To your left, Legolas drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, and even though Aragorn has so far stayed away from the competition between Legolas and Gimli, he too now nodded his chin questioningly at the card.

At an almost agonizingly slow pace, you turned it over, keeping eye contact with your boys for a while, though, before looking down, skimming the printed text, and laughing out loud.

"What does it say?" Legolas inquired, trying to lean toward you, dark eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Geez, tell me it's a bad card."

"You can decide that for yourself, Gimli," chuckling, you held out your card in such a way that the three of them almost bumped heads, so fast were they bending to the center.

"You've got to be kidding me," Aragorn slumped back in his chair with a moan, and Gimli slammed his hands flat on his thighs, cursing a string of words that in their pure filthy form would make anyone else blush.

You were only spurred on by them, and laughter burst out of you, loud and full of glee.

"I'd like a hundred from each of you right now, it's my birthday after all," you smirked, holding out your hand.

Aragorn was the first to put a bill on it, and even Gimli, though he stressed that he would get it back before you ran out of laughter, handed over something from his well-guarded account.

"Laaas, what am I waiting for? A birthday song?" you asked.

Legolas raised a perfect eyebrow and slid you a bill looking so bored that you almost bought it, "You can wait a long time for a song."

"For the chance to hear your voice dedicate a song to me, I'd wait a thousand years," you sang, winking with a sugary smile on your lips.

"Or I'd just watch the recordings from last night's karaoke, I'd even get a love song from you as a gift," dramatically you grabbed your chest with both hands and threw your head back

"And wouldn't that be oh so romantic?"

"Please," he scoffed, "If I'd really tried you'd be on your knees in seconds. Babe, I have charm."

For a moment you manage to pulled yourself together, looking into Legolas' eyes, holding his challenging gaze from which you didn't know to interpret if he truly believed his statements himself.

Then you heard Gimli's dirty laugh.

The redhead hands hit the table so hard that several of the hotels flew in all directions, and with them your composure.

With a rather unfeminine snort, you threw yourself backward in your chair, your head craned back and your arms folded in front of your stomach; there was no saving you from the laughter that bubbled out of you like hot water on a stove.

"Your charm?" you gasped, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes.

Unsuccessfully, because when you saw Legolas stand up indignantly and toss his blond hair over his shoulder, the tears flew unstoppably down your cheeks.

Sure, you were aware of what a charming man Legolas could be; you were teasing, not blind.

It took nothing to perceive him for what he was, and that was a flawless beauty. That angelic face, long blond-gold hair flowing over his shoulder, and eyes ever so gentle, marked him a natural beauty and unfortunately, you couldn't deny that what came out of his mouth most of the time made most men and women's hearts swell.

You were friends with him, though, and the idea of being even remotely touched by his charm made you laugh beyond control.

And you heard all the bullshit the guy yapped about when there was no one around he wanted to impress.

"What?" Legolas asked, and in his voice, a challenge that, voiced by the beer, didn't bode well, "I don't want to sound too arrogant" –snickering from the three of you– "go fuck yourselves, I'm charming! I'm sure, oh I bet, that you would fall for it!"

And before you would have objected much, he took a big swig from his bottle and slid down from his chair.

Right in front of you.

Onto his knees.

It was the look of firm conviction in his eyes, the way he reached for your hand and gently held it like it was made of cracked glass against his chest, that made your laughter turn into a silly giggle.

Legolas, even though he was swaying a bit and his words were no longer flowing too loosely from his tongue, was a sight you wouldn't any time soon. "My darling friend, whose attention I do not deserve–"

"Now that's what I call true words," grunted Gimli, who had also leaned back in the meantime and received a punishing look from Legolas before the blond turned back to you.

"–whose attention I don't deserve and that yet has me blossoming, like the first flowers reaching out to the sun, for you are the light in my life. Everything that connects us tugs at my heart, it cries out for more and I'm afraid I can no longer remain silent about my feelings"

Ironically, at that very moment, he paused, seemed lost in thought and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

Not that it helped him really.

But you waited patiently nonetheless, letting Legolas continue to play the role of the poet.

He looked back at you from the far distance in which his gaze had become playfully entangled, and you saw the twitch of his lips, the sign of a cheeky grin he tried to keep down.

It didn't matter what words made him fight the grin, though, Legolas didn't get to say them.

Thanks to the music, which had faded into the background but still sounded through the sound system, as well as your group's silly fooling around and never-ending laughter, you hadn't heard the front door unlock, or the footsteps in the hallway.

It wasn't until an amused-sounding "Oh, am I interrupting?" rang out in a very familiar voice behind you that you became aware of the new presence in the room.

Immediately, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, the deep voice rolling over your entire body like sweet honey.

You heard Aragorn laugh, a murmured, "You've lost your girl, Las," and the blonde in front of you groaned as he struggled to his feet.

"Great, wow, I was literally so close to getting her around. Thank you so much, Ada," Legolas scoffed.

You followed his gaze, eyes falling onto the man casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

And your heart jumped inside your chest.

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paint my sunset peach (1)

mechanic!eddie munson x farmgirl!reader

wc: 6.71k

warnings: reader is a little bit of a meanie, dirty sweaty eddie, hella pining, sunshine!eddie + grumpy!reader, swearing but otherwise pretty wholesome, limited use of y/n

an: i started writing this literally months ago and only finished it recently, super duper proud of it :))) this will be part one of a (probably) three part series. let me know if you want a tag in part 2 !!! i tried to tag all those who liked this post so thanks for the support - love you all <33

summary: the conveyer belt of mech-heads you dealt with on a weekly basis were nothing more than a side-show annoyance. but god, the auto-shop had never sent one with such round, wet brown eyes before.

part two

Before the auto-shop, on the corner at the intersection of Lovett and Harwood, was a Chinese restaurant.

The Red Lotus.

On Friday nights as a kid, daddy would drive into town and return with a steaming white bag of fried rice and dumplings. Sometimes, when they had in stock, he'd bring a single mooncake to share between him and you.

It was family run, the Zhou's. Three sons and a daughter.

They closed down right after you graduated, tired of the middle of nowhere-ness. The tractors rumbling loudly through town at six o' clock every morning, the shaky cell reception and the incessant knock of evening frogs on the porch.

Tired of butt-fuck nowhere Tennessee.

It stood empty for two years. Sometimes you'd pass it in your truck and remember them, other times you wouldn't even look.

But now, now it stood as a brand new garage. Or at least the tiny town's excuse for "brand new".

Daddy's friend, Mister Carl Abernathy, owned it.

He was a short stocky man, bald all over and you'd never seen him without a cold bottle of cider and the remnants of it’s sweat staining down his creased button-up.

You knew that only because he was always around: lots of things on the farm needed fixing up.

Weeds crept up into the tires of the tractors, age beat at the truck you used to move in and out of town - crates of peaches bouncing jovially over each bump.

Every time they needed a looking at, Carl would send over the bonehead of the week.

The same white pull-up would brake loudly outside the farmhouse door, always somewhere around nine: just in time to disturb your breakfast, and one of his latest recruits would hop out.

They’d lean haughtily against the large wheel of the dying blue tractor.

"Well, looks like we've got a problem on our hands here, hey little missy?"

They weren’t even worth the effort it took to roll your eyes. No shit.

The farm didn't make nearly enough from the weekend markets in bigger nearby towns, or the pennies of the townsfolk to afford new vehicles. So, you stuck it out with each caveman Carl sent your way.

And you were fine with it.

Mostly fine with it.

Sure, some of them were vulgar: they'd whistle at you or comment on your ass when you passed them working. Others could only succeed at making the vehicle worse than when they'd started, but it was your job to sort them out.

Could you have gone off with your high school friends to college? Sure.

Maybe.

But that’d leave Daddy all alone in that big house. You pushed away the thought when it surfaced to bug you.

Your mother had disappeared long before you knew her, exhausted - like the Zhou's - of being nowhere.

Maybe of being no one. Perhaps of being a no one peach farmer with the grump that was your daddy and a toddler zooming at her feet.

Either way, it didn't matter.

She had left and you remained to do the job, and that job included dealing with Carl’s mechanics.

At least it hadn't mattered, not until some morning in late summer.

The sun watched from high over the green farmhouse. It glared down, peeking over the edge of the porch.

You were fixed on the bird pecking at the already deteriorating grey window pane above the sink, overlooking the rows of colourful fields.

"You're messing, Cherry."

Cherry. Daddy had been calling you that since as far back as you could remember him talking.

You glanced at him across the table, where the spread of bread, eggs and jam had been lain, before you noticed where a long stripe of strawberry jam had run down the front of your black tank top.

"Listen now, you're gonna be fine with the tractor today?"

His voice was stern - probably too stern for such an hour of the morning, but you hardly noticed - swiping at the jam with your finger and nodding.

"No problems, alright?"

Daddy usually worked the tractor, but he was going to some meeting two towns over. He hadn't mentioned what about, but you were sure it had to do with the crippling financial state of the farm.

You nodded.

It's how you found yourself alone out in the heat of the midday sun.

The tractor rumbled beneath you, joggling over every rock and mole hill.

Every couple meters, you'd stop: climb off and pick at the peaches before tossing them into the crate. When enough crates were full, you'd load them onto the truck and move again.

You'd been at it, burning over your arms and shoulders, for what couldn’t have been more than a few hours when the tractor gave a sickening jolt.

Gripping the wheel and watching in horror over the edge of your sunglasses, your eyes followed the thick cloud of grey smoke where it began seeping out at the edges of the hood and disappearing up into the sky.

"No, no, no ..." you drew up the handbrake and leapt out the side onto the soil. The blue metal scalded the tips of your fingers where you threw the bonnet open before swallowing down mouthfuls of hot smoke.

It took five minutes of coughing against the side of the vehicle, another five kicking at the left wheel and at least another ten swearing at the sky before you dug your phone out from between the seats and dialled the number to Carl's auto shop.

It rung three times before his gruff voice carried across the line, "Abernathy Auto Repairs speakin', hello?"

"Good morning Mr Abernathy," your fingers pressed into the sides of your temple, working fruitlessly against the headache forming there. "I'm calling from the farm down Jasmine road—"

"Oh hey there, darlin'. What can I do you for?"

A squirrel rustled somewhere down the row of bushes. "Well, I'm out in the field now and the tractor has ... uh, given up on me. The ‘63. Need one of your men to come give it a start, or a look-over or—"

"Not a problem, not a problem at all. Are you far out? Whereabouts are you?"

You cupped a hand to shield up over your eyes, glancing back from whence you'd came. The house was but a speck of green in the distance.

"About two or three miles north west of the house?"

You could practically hear him nodding, a steady gulp audible against the line.

"Don't you worry about a thing, little darlin', I'll have one of my boys out there within the hour. Just hang tight."

"Alright, thank you kindly sir—"

But the line was already dead.

You glared at the phone.

Huffing loudly, you pulled yourself back up onto the truck - allowing the soft shade to gently graze over your face as you sunk back into the seat.

The warm wind rippled over the tops of the rows of greenery and you watched quietly, the irritation simmering to a low boil in your chest.

There was a quiet tranquility in being so far out from the house, shielded from the scorch.

Your boot tapped rhythmically against the console. Warm breeze brushed over your face again and you sighed, tilting your hat lower over your forehead. The lull of the quiet field allowed your lashes to fan closed over your cheeks. Before you’d taken note of the bird coming to perch on the roof, you were already asleep.

It was the loud rumble of an engine and the throbbing pain in your neck that brought you back to the world of the conscious.

You woke with a jump. Heart thumping against your ribcage in instant confusion. Your hat flew off your head and over the edge of your seat from where it had been blocking the light over your eyes.

Bringing a hand to your neck you whined loudly, the angle you’d been perched at doing nothing for the long term preservation of your muscles there.

You turned anyways, noticing the white pick-up quickly nearing from the direction of the house.

Frowning, you glanced down at time against the console. Three fifty-eight.

"Shit!"

You stuck your head out from under the shade of the tractor top to notice how low the sun has sunk in the sky. It was almost reaching the head of the hill in the distance.

The mechanic shouldn't have taken longer than an hour to find you, and subsequently, wake you. You quickly diffused yourself of blame.

Daddy was going to kill you.

Clambering off the side of the tractor, your hands found your hips before the car pulled to a wailing halt barely a few centimetres off from your knees.

Dust swept up around the truck, obscuring the view of the man that stepped out of it.

"Woah. Almost hit you there, doll."

Warm wind cleared the air and the figure of a young man stood in your field.

The words sitting on your tongue begging to be spat out were sucked straight back down your throat.

For a moment you forgot what you had planned to say at all.

The man's eyebrow cocked at you under strands of dark, curly hair falling carelessly from the skew bun atop his head.

Behind you, a crow cried in the distance. Your senses quickly returned to you.

Your fists tightened at your sides. "Where on god's green earth have you been?"

He looked taken aback.

"Well, I had some trouble finding the house," he smiled sheepishly, motioning to the farmhouse over his shoulder, "and then I had to phone Carl cause he didn't really tell me where—"

"So you're new then? Carl sent a greenie to come fix my tractor?"

Anyone who'd spent more than three days in town knew the farm down Jasmine road. Knew your farm.

A heavily ringed hand came up to his jaw, rubbing there and eyeing you in a way that made the hair on your arms stands straight up.

It was painfully unfair how handsome he was.

"New to town. Not new to fixing tractors." His voice was smooth, the curl of a grin peaking at you from the edge of his mouth.

Sucking in a deep breath - a feeble attempt at composure - you nodded once.

"Well, I've got a tractor and it's broken. And you're two hours late, so if you don't mind, I've got a job to do."

You turned violently on your heel, sure if you stood under his gaze any longer that you'd melt right against the soil.

The sound of the peaches tumbling out the crate onto the tractor split the air between you and him, and soon you were marching away from his figure - crate in hand - in pursuit of fruit further down the lane.

"I'm Eddie!"

You waved vaguely over your shoulder, electing not to bless him with an answer.

Carl was going to hear an earful from your father, you were sure of it. You plucked angrily at the fruits off the bush, tossing them a little too violently in with the rest.

It was quiet from the distance behind you, but you refused to turn to look.

Sure, you shouldn't be so surprised that one of Carl's idiots was nearly two hours late and got lost in a town that really only has two roads, but god, he'd never sent one with such round, wet brown eyes before.

The walk was long, each stop causing the crate to become heavier, and you worked hard to put the image of the mechanic’s black shirt - that he'd obviously cut the sleeves off himself - and how it clung to his chest with sweat out of your mind.

You didn't stop until a voice called from behind. At first it was soft, but it grew louder within a minute: as was the sound of footfalls.

"Hey, miss!"

He was jogging towards you, pieces of hair falling recklessly out from the grips of his hair tie to frame his red face.

Eddie only stopped when barely a few feet separated you.

"All done." He grinned, huffing around his smile. "She just overheated a bit, needed some water and a a couple valves disconnected."

You couldn't tell whether it was harder to hold his gaze or work to keep yours off of his chest.

"Right. Good." You nodded, leaning to lift the crate at your feet. "Then I'll be getting back to it."

It was heavy, almost too heavy if you hadn't lifted boxes like those from sunrise to sunset for the last eighteen or so years.

But the mechanic was clearly unconvinced, he swooped in closer to you. "Let me get that—"

"I'm fine—"

"No really." By now he was way too close, close enough that you could smell the undertones of a shower gel or maybe a cologne.

His voice softened, "Please. To make up for my tardiness."

It was hard to tell whether it was the sun making you so dizzy or his proximity, but either way, it forced you to nod slowly. "Fine."

Eddie took the crate from your hands, you ignored the rush of heat to your stomach as he grunted against the weight.

"Strong thing aren't you, doll?"

You didn't respond, eyes fixed on the giant blue tractor a couple meters from where you stood.

Silence rung, only the footfalls filling the space. You'd almost made it all the way back to the tractor without conversation before the mechanic decided to open his mouth again.

"I don't think I caught your name earlier."

You met his eyes, regretting it almost immediately when your knees threatened to buckle, "That's because I never gave it."

Stepping just close enough to take the crate from his grip, but avoid the drift of his cologne again, your hands brushed closely against his.

They were cool against your sweaty ones.

He was grinning again.

You stepped back, balancing the peaches against your hip before tilting it over the box attached to the end of the tractor allowing the round pink pieces to clatter down into its depths.

"Right. Well, what's your name then doll?"

But you were already clambering back up the side of the tractor into the worn leather seat.

"Wouldn't you like to know, pretty boy."

He was leaning against the side of the truck now, you avoided looking down at him, something told you that you'd find those eyes blinking right up into your soul again if you did.

"So you think I'm pretty?"

Hot red blush chased up the sides of your neck over your ears, you prayed it wasn't discernible under the pink sunburn.

The keys jingled loudly as you slid them into the ignition and turned them violently. The vehicle jerked to life.

"I think your job is done. Good afternoon sir."

Before he could say another word, your foot had sunk down on the accelerator and the tractor was rumbling back down between the bushes again.

In your peripheral vision you watched how the mechanic stumbled back against his pick-up, narrowly avoiding catching his foot under one of the hundred pound tires, and the sound of an echoing chuckle fading as you plodded away.

-

The drive back to the auto-garage was quick. At least quicker than the drive Eddie had taken to find the farm.

His hands tightened around the wheel, twisting over the leather as he pulled to a park in the open spot across the street.

A ring of brown soil stared up at him from where he'd pulled at the handbrake with dusty paws.

"Shit ..." he wiped his hands down the jean over his thighs.

Eddie was used to the oil and the reek of grease, as if that wasn't already enough, but not the itch of farm soil up his nostrils and behind his ears.

He twisted the metal ring around his finger, a small grin playing at his lips.

But the soil wasn't so bad, he reckons he'd swim through a pool of it it to get another chance to watch the hot-tempered farm girl's hips sway when she marched away from him, just as you'd done earlier that afternoon.

The smile didn't leave his face as he climbed out the car, locked it and crossed the street whistling.

Eddie was almost completely used to the whir of the drills echoing off the walls and barely registered the creak of the lever that was raising a car near the back of the shop.

Carl was leaning over the reception desk clinking the bottom of his cider bottle against the wood and puffing on the end of a cigarette.

He waved vaguely down at the open ledger when he noticed Eddie nearing, "See here, extra two hundred dollars on a cheap fucking knock off for that AMC Eagle. You believe that, Munson?"

"Hardly, boss."

Eddie was halfway back to where he'd abandoned the engine on a red convertible before weaving across town to find a farm when the boss' voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Hold it, hold it. Where’ve you been? Didn't I send you outta here three hours ago?" He swivelled on the bar stool against the counter to face him.

The greasy palm that had been picking it's way under car hoods all afternoon reached up to rub against the side of his neck. "I couldn't find that fucking farm, did three circles ‘round the post office before I saw the sign for Jasmine road."

Carl surveyed him with a crooked brow. "They didn't teach you to read maps down in Indiana, boy?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He was about to turn back on his way, when the picture of your face glimmered at him behind his eyes, "Listen boss, the girl there. The daughter you said, what's her name?"

By then, Carl had already turned back down to the accounts. "What's it to ya?"

Silence rung long enough that Carl peeked back up at Eddie over the rim of his glasses.

Eddie shrugged bashfully. "Pretty thing."

Carl threw his head back, laughing loudly - Eddie always thought his laugh sounded like a dog barking.

"I've seen that look." He shook his head, lifting to perch his glasses on his shining bald head. "Too many of you boys come back from that farm starry-eyed. No hope with that princess, she don't like you mech-heads. Nope, not one bit."

"Ah, come on, don't you believe in love at first sight?"

Carl let off another crumbly chuckle, "Bit your head off, didn't she?"

"Sure did." He beamed like the cat that caught the canary, "Love it when a lady talks to me sweet."

A sweaty hand shrugged him off.

"Get back to work, Munson."

But Eddie wavered. "Just a name, boss."

Carl stared at him for a couple moments, clearly bored. It took a long slug of the yellow cider and a hard sigh before he spoke again: "Y/n."

The grin crept back up his cheeks. He tested the name on his tongue, finding it to taste as sweet as he knew it would.

"Appreciate it."

"Get back to that convertible before I fire you."

-

Eddie the mechanic had been firmly put out of your mind following the ruckus out in the field.

Sure, his puppy dog face had returned to you later that night as you lay in bed, but that hardly counted.

You'd forgone mentioning his tardiness to Daddy, electing to take the mild scolding instead.

By the time the end of the week had arrived, you'd just about completely forgotten the floppy haired man that had once graced the farm.

That was until Daddy rose the topic of the auto-body shop again.

He handed you the wet plate, you took it carefully - starting to wipe it down. The water sloshed beneath his hands, scrubbing hard at the soapy pan.

Bullseye watched up at you from where she was curled up on the kitchen chair, purring loudly. Outside the sky was turning deep lilac and the crickets were clicking loudly.

"Tomorrow on your way back from Madeline's, I want you to stop by Carl's."

Madeline's was the local - and only - grocer. You dropped five cases there every Tuesday.

Your hand stilled against the plate, "For?"

"I want you to ask him to spare a man, a good one. Just a couple afternoons a week to do some work."

Your father handed the next plate over carefully.

Confusion tugged at your brow, "Work? What work?"

"You're too curious for your own good, y'know that?"

Bumping your shoulder against his, the pot lid almost slipping from his wet fingers, you laughed. "Don't be difficult, what for?"

The old man sighed.

Some nights, with the evening hue seeping in through the window against his face like it was just then, you were reminded of how old he really was.

"I want to fix up the Cobra."

In the barn around the back of the house, sitting untouched and unmoved for almost twenty years, lived a 1965 AC Cobra.

The steel lid slipped from your hands, clattering against the floor. Your father jumped.

"You're fixing the Cobra!" You grabbed him by the arm, eyes wide in delight. "Is it for me?"

He offered a half-hearted stern look at you, leaning to pick up the lid before straightening out.

"Don't get too excited, she's a real piece of work and we don't know if she can even still be revived."

You tugged at the edge of his shirt, "But ... it's for me, right?"

"Well, your twenty-first is coming up and I thought you're old enough now—"

Just about strangling him, your arms flew up over his neck.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you—!"

He sighed over your shoulder, patting your back with a wet hand. “Alright, alright. Just speak to Carl.”

-

Your drop-off at Madeline's had never gone faster.

Town was busy, as busy as it got on a Tuesday morning, and Abernathy's was no different.

You pulled into a spot down the line of other nearly identical pick-ups to your own in front of the shop.

At the front desk, where you were sure he'd grown roots into the stool behind it, sat Carl Abernathy.

When he looked up from a piece he'd been tinkering with, surprise twisted at his features.

"G'morning darlin'," he set the piece down, puffing around a lit cigarette, "What can I do you for on this fine morning?"

"Good morning sir," you set your hat on the counter, leaning beside it. "My daddy sent me, he's asking if you could spare a man for some work 'round by ours. Couple nights a week."

The little man's eyes screwed at you.

"What, may I ask, will he be expected to do?"

By then you couldn't stifle the grin any longer.

"He's gonna be fixing the Cobra."

The response seemed to delight the man as much as it did yourself, because he laughed loudly and slammed a hand down against the wooden desk.

"Your old man finally found some sense, hey?" He jeered, "I'm mighty pleased to here that, little miss, I really am."

You smiled, "It's my birthday gift. Twenty-first coming up."

"Twenty-one, hey? Well, I've got just the boy. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

Carl leaned dangerously back on the stool, you fleetingly wondered how he didn't topple over, before yelling over his shoulder into the depths of the shop.

"Munson! Get your up-to-no-good-ass over here!"

Not to say that you'd completely forgotten him, but you were still more than a little taken aback when the tall framed mechanic from a few days before emerged from under the hood of a pick-up.

"Boss—?" His eyes found you. They lit up like main street over Christmas. "Oh, what a pleasant surprise. Morning, doll."

Grease covered every inch of his arms up to his elbows which held the scrunched up ends to the black long sleeve he was wearing. He was dirtier than last you saw him and it made your stomach swoop dangerously.

"Him?" It slipped out before you had time to catch it.

But Carl didn't comment on your rudeness, instead he slapped a heavy hand over Eddie's shoulder and shook it.

"For sixty's models, this is your boy for the Cobra." The older man beamed at him, like he was telling you his son was a heart surgeon. "Hands like a magician I tell you."

The comment sent a icy chill down the back of your spine, it wasn't helped when the mechanic snapped a wink at you from under his boss' hand.

"R-Right, well, you can come by as soon as you want to start working. A couple hours a day, my daddy will pay you."

With his hair clipped back, you could make a clearer assessment of his face as he nodded to you. He had thick lips and a strong-set nose.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, doll."

The cheekiness in his grin was plucking at a nerve behind your eyebrow. "Think you'll be able to find your way this time?"

"I think I'll be fine." His hands sunk into the depths of his jean pockets, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Left at the butchery and right down the road to my heart."

You scoffed, turning back to Carl. "Thanks Mr Abernathy. I'll let my old man know."

Not even sparing Eddie another glance, you grabbed your hat off the counter and turned on your heel back to the car.

He watched your hair sway under the press of the brown hat and where your wide shoulders glistened in the light beneath the straps of your overalls.

Only when the sound of your engine had disappeared down the street, did he turn back to Carl who was digging the end of a screwdriver into a metal plate.

"You're really an old romantic aren't you, boss."

Carl grumbled, waving a dismissive hand at him.

Eddie shook his head, chuckling delightedly, "Psh, "sixty's models"! As if Jacob couldn't get that Cobra running in a couple days."

Pulling another cider noisily out from the cooler he kept at his feet, Carl guffawed. "I sure hope it's gonna take you more than a few days, lover boy, cause that little miss doesn't seem too fond 'a you I can tell you now."

But Eddie wasn't fazed, "Don't worry, she will be."

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Sure as the sun rose in the sky, two o' clock rolled around the next afternoon and a noisy white pick-up pulled into park in front of the green farmhouse.

"Cherry! The mech's here!"

You'd grumbled, reluctantly pulling yourself out from where you'd been perched under the cool shade of the back porch repainting worn pots.

Eddie was standing lost in the driveway when you found him.

He was dirty, obviously just from the shop, and you offered something short of a warm welcome, but he seemed unfazed.

"Car's in the barn 'round the back of the house."

"Well good afternoon to you too, miss." You wondered if his smirk had been permanently stitched there.

The toolbox rattled with each step he took after your pacing figure.

As promised, the barn stood nearly as tall as the house in a faded orange hue.

It was dark inside and the door creaked loudly where you'd swung it open.

There she sat in all her glory. The 1965 AC Cobra, in a fitting cherry red.

Eddie whistled lowly over your shoulder behind you.

"A damn shame hiding this beaut up in this dusty barn." He passed you, running his hand over the bonnet that glimmered even in the low light.

We can agree on one thing at least, you thought.

"I've got to go finish up," you motioned over your shoulder, "but, uh, if you need anything I'll be around. Just shout."

You'd already caught the edge of the door, halfway out, when his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"And what is it exactly that I should I shout, doll? Seeing as you still haven't told me your name."

You surmised him, considering only momentarily letting your name spill off your lips.

Hm. Not today.

"Doll works just fine, greenie."

Finishing off the pots was easy, quick. They stood lined up against the bannister drying while you busied yourself in the vegetable patch behind the house: twisting carrots and beetroots out from the dark soil as the sun sunk slowly lower in the sky.

The time had hardly occurred to you when the back door swung open, your father sticking his one foot down the step.

Keys to the pick-up dangled in his hand.

"Cherry, I'm running to Madeline's for some wood glue and another bag of nails. Need anything?"

Swiping an itch on your forehead with the back of your hand, wiping a long black stripe there, you shook your head. "Nothing."

"Right," he nodded and the door was already halfway shut when he tossed it open again. "Oh, and go make that boy a bite to eat. Damn skinny thing's been in that hot barn for hours now."

You sagged your shoulders childishly, voice coming out as a whine. "Must I really?"

"Yes, you must really."

And he was gone.

The fridge was a ghost town, spare for the never-ending supply of fruit and vegetable that lived in the bottom drawer.

Following five minutes of pursing your lips and staring into its depths, you conjured up a lettuce, cucumber tomato and sweet-chilli sandwich. It didn't take long to convince yourself into making another to satiate your own complaining stomach.

You hummed as you worked, pouring cool lemonade into two glasses, packing the food back into the fridge and rinsing off the butter knife.

The tall clock chimed jovially from the hallway when you shuffled out the back, two plates and two glasses in hand.

Your hip nudged open at the barn door and a wave of sweltering heat rushed over your face and between every tendril of hair on your head.

Blinking foggily into the dim sauna that was the barn, you were met with the only slightly browned back of one Eddie Munson.

The man was hunched over, head lost in the depths of the car's stomach and when he straightened out you just about swallowed your tongue.

His long black mane was in a messy ponytail at the base of his neck and his shirt had been abandoned somewhere by the right tire. Sweat was sliding down the side of his face like an open faucet.

"Hey," he smiled when he met your eyes, voice groggy and tired. The sound made the plates wobble under your grip.

"Hi—" you cringed internally, it was the most pleasant greeting you'd offered him so far. Why had it come out so ... awkward?

You motioned down to the plates, as if his eyes hadn't already found them. "I made you a sandwich ... didn't know if you were hungry or—"

The wrench flew from his grip down into the box where he tossed it and Eddie sighed. "Starving."

You handed him the plate, watching how his blackened fingers stained the edge of the plate and the rim of the glass.

He sat carefully down against an empty crate that had been abandoned by the wall, resting the glass by his feet and wiping his hands down the length of his thighs.

"Hot as hell in here." The mechanic mumbled before diving into the sandwich.

Letting his head fall back against his shoulders, he moaned loudly.

"This is fucking delicious." He commented around the mouthful.

You worked hard to swat away the blush reaching at your cheeks by nodding quickly. That sound would probably ring in your head all night.

"I should go—"

"You're not gonna eat here? I don't mind ..." Eddie eyed the sandwich you'd made for yourself in your hand, gaze flickering between the plate and your face.

Your mouth curled around a response, but you were beat to the chase.

"I know you probably mind," he interjected quickly, "but if you w-want company, I mean, you could eat here ..."

Pursing your lips, you surveyed him: long gangly legs spilling in every direction and rings clinking against the glass.

Would it really kill you to sit five minutes with him?

"No need to turn red, greenie." You resigned, kicking over another crate near the grate of the car before leaning down to perch against it. "I don't mind."

It was quiet for the first couple minutes. You focused on your sandwich, feeling his gaze flicker up to you every few minutes.

He'd practically inhaled the first half of the sandwich, but you noticed he was eating the second half slowly.

"So," he swallowed down a gulp of lemonade. "What were you busy with now before I forced you into sitting here with me?"

You picked at a cucumber that had fallen loose from your sandwich, teasing at the outer skin with your teeth.

"Very important work." Your lip curled at the corners, it seemed he noticed. "Fate of the farm depended on it. Guess now it'll have to crash and burn ..."

"Oh yeah? Enlighten me."

His amused look matched yours.

"Pulling carrots out the patch."

He leaned back, eyes widening theatrically. "Sounds exhilarating."

"You have no idea."

You bit into your sandwich again, finding the space suddenly more comfortable.

"Tell me," he pulled off a piece of tomato hanging dangerously off the edge of the sandwich, "How does a car this beautiful find it's way onto a farm in the middle of nowhere?"

Your chest pinched at the question.

"Y'know, just ..." you motioned vaguely towards the roof, "Aliens."

He caught how your gaze flickered from his to a loose bolt near your foot.

Okay, sensitive spot.

The bread was soft between Eddie's fingers, he set it down.

"I thought I saw some funny lights in the sky last night."

It was becoming almost impossible to keep his eyes off you, even for a couple seconds at a time.

You only nodded at his response, refusing to lift your gaze from the floor.

It was making his stomach churn, desperate for a couple more minutes to enjoy the view of your face.

There was a smudge of brown soil against your forehead where your hair fell over it, making his hands twitch in his lap, itching to reach out and swipe at your sun-kissed face.

"Just you and the old man then?" He pressed, reaching for his glass again.

You shrugged, "Couple creatures of the earth too. And the peaches, of course. Always the peaches."

"Peaches are good."

"Peaches are good."

"No boyfriend then?"

It slipped out of him before he had chance to catch it. He'd been dying to know since the second your figure had appeared to him beyond the cloud of dust out in the field.

You took your sweet time, examining him over the rim of your glass. He couldn't tell whether you intended to respond to him at all.

The weight of your gaze was making his head spin.

"'A course I have a boyfriend. Nights on a big farm like this get lonely without someone to warm the other side of the bed. Y'know?"

Eddie's heart sunk into his stomach.

The sandwich had suddenly lost it's appeal. He set the last couple bites by his feet. He nodded slowly.

"... Can imagine."

Blood was rushing past his ears loudly, he could feel it pooling around his cheeks: warming his face with embarrassment.

"He's actually around if you want to meet him?"

"Uh—" Eddie couldn't even formulate a half of a response before your head was thrown back over your right shoulder:

"Cowboy! Baby!"

Cowboy?

There was a thick confused silence where he wasn't entirely sure who or even if anyone would march through the door - he mostly hoped that you'd been lying and nobody was coming at all.

"Baby!" You called again.

Then he heard it.

The fall of footsteps. Someone was running towards the barn and getting quickly closer.

From out of the sunshine, bounding through the door, Eddie made out the shape of the largest dog he'd ever seen.

Four long gangly legs carried him across the small space, tongue swinging over the side of his jaw: he'd appeared so quickly that Eddie didn't have a moment to prepare before the hound leapt excitedly into his lap.

"Hey, boy—!"

He toppled back over the crate and the dog licked hungrily at the sauce around the edges of his mouth, he nudged Eddie's face with his giant snout before spotting the last few bites of the sandwich left abandoned and scooped it up in one long lick.

The distraction of the food offered Eddie the opportunity to sit straight up again, he could feel the hay tangling into the depths of his hair - but the thought dissolved when he picked up the sound you were making.

You were laughing.

The sound was making him drunk, he was sure of it.

It was made worse when he looked at you: head tilted to the side, leaning at the wall and calling the dog breathlessly between giggles.

Eddie could feel the tiny birds flying in circles over his head and his pupils turning to hearts.

"Cowboy, leave the man's food!"

But the sandwich was long gone and the dog had apparently lost interest in sniffing at the empty plate, returning to licking wet stripes up the side of Eddie's face.

"Sorry, he's just a pup." Your face had softened, giggles bubbling down to a sigh. "Hasn't grown into all his manners yet."

"A pup?" Eddie mumbled in disbelief, catching Cowboy behind his ears with a tickle.

Like a magic button, the dog collapsed into a puddle by his feet: panting loudly.

"Kinda looks like your boyfriend likes me more than you."

You leaned against your knees, head shaking. "I'm feeling a little betrayed that he hasn't even looked in my direction yet."

"It's my natural charm, what can I say. Attracts animals of all species."

Scoffing loudly, you shook your head. "Keep the traitor then. We'll see how long he lasts without me feeding him spoonfuls of peanut butter under the table."

Eddie briefly wondered how big of table existed in the kitchen beyond the window of the farmhouse to fit the monstrous animal at his feet.

"Aw, then who would keep you warm on cold farm nights ..." he flashed a toothy smile, "Winter is just around the corner after all."

"Well, in that case," you tilted your head back in false concentration, lifting your hand to count on your fingers: "There's Bullseye, the cat ... Rodeo, the other cat. A couple stray dogs sometimes walk in off the fields, maybe we could adopt a goat?"

Cowboy was watching you with his head in Eddie's lap, Eddie tilted his head innocently to the side. "No one else?"

"Nope ... none that come to mind."

You were smiling at him now, mischief curled into the edges of your mouth.

It was turning his insides to a molten pool of goo.

"Is that a smile I see?" He tried his luck. "Did I make you smile? Is a comet about to hit the state of Tennessee?"

You turned your head quickly, working to wipe the expression off your face, but not entirely succeeding.

Instead you stood up.

"Whatever, greenie." Leaning down to pick up your plate, Eddie was briefly exposed to the view down the front of your dungarees. He blushed again. "Don't you have work to do?"

Crossing the space quickly, you grabbed his plate from beneath one of Cowboy's pot-sized paws before clicking your tongue at the dog.

He clambered back onto his feet like a new-born deer, clearly still not entirely sure what to do with so much leg.

"I'll see you later then, doll?"

But you didn't turn back, disappearing into the light of the sun with Cowboy trotting at your heels.

"Maybe in your dreams tonight, pretty boy."

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tags: 

@jokersgrf @anicosa-ironlung @sleepy-bunnie @pricelessemotion @sweetgladiatorfesival @eggo-segual​ @m1rkw00dpr1ncess @introvertedmouse @ctrlaltdel3te @multifandom-l0ver @inarinine @sillysteveharharhar @buckystwilight @hey-lucille 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson au

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: Don’t know how this college will show up on tumblr, so let’s see. This is an old, old idea that I got one day after I drew all over my arm in eyeliner when I was in class. It was actually really pretty, and thus the idea for this was born. Due to my ADHD it’s hard to focus in class, and because of that I need some sort of stimulation to make my brain think. This was written with an attention disorder in mind for the reader.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F! Reader

Location: Marvel > Natasha Romanoff > Oneshots

Warnings: None, just a small drabble with fluff

Words: 900ish

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“We need to move in from this direction instead and then we can carry them out.” Bucky voiced from his place against the wall. 

I didn’t bother to follow the conversation, as this was the fourth time that they’ve been over editing the plan even when the first plan was perfect. 

I inwardly groaned and leaned my head back, moving my arms and stretching. Enjoying the feel of my back popping. The debate about how we were to get in was still going, and I ended up digging through my jacket pockets. Damn, I had a fidget in here this morning…

Still tuning everyone out, I found an eyeliner pen. Wait, wasn’t I looking for that yesterday?

You have got to be kidding me. I was. My habit, or rather, unconscious habit of losing things wasn’t fun. I misplaced things often enough to where I kept trackers on several items I used daily. Everyone idolizes having an attention disorder until you realize just how fucking shitty it is.

Seriously, I can’t get through the day without misplacing something. Or caffeine. Both. 

I ran a hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ears as I pulled the cap off the pen. It was one of the oil-based ones, which meant it was easy to clean off of skin. Laying my hand on the table I started sketching some bones on my fingers, then moved to my hand. Keeping tabs on the conversation, I finished my hand and moved to my arm. Instead of bones I just drew swirls, some small stars, and honestly whatever came to mind. I did the same with my other hand, albeit a bit messier because it wasn’t my dominant hand that was doing the drawing.

“We’re done with this for now. Let’s go over this tomorrow.” Steve said as he clapped his hands together, and shut off the screen. I glanced up only to meet Natasha’s eyes. As soon as she caught my gaze she smiled. I smiled back at her.

Everyone in the tower knew I had an attention disorder, and if just given my fidgets I would be fine. It turns out both of the scientists and I share that in common, and more often than not we were inventing some sort of new fidget toy. Of course, after the lighter-knife-spinner combination, we were a bit limited on our creations. Still, we got along great.

Everyone slowly got up and headed out to wherever they would be going, and I pulled out my phone and earbuds. Donning my jacket and tugging my phone in a pocket, I started my music and headed out, headless of Natasha calling after me.

I got to my floor and immediately shoved my shoes and socks off, along with my jacket and pants. I was bored enough that the thought of doodling over my legs sounded entertaining enough that I discarded my pants as well, kicking them over the back of the couch and flopping down onto it. I grabbed the remote and started from where I left off of (Favorite show) and went back to work. Eventually my feet were covered, and I moved up to my calves, then my knees, and soon enough my entire legs were covered. I drew up my arms as best I could, and fixed my hands. 

“So, this was the result?” Natasha’s voice scared the shit out of me, causing a huge streak of eyeliner to mess up my doodles on my arms. I turned towards her, mouth open in shock. She huffed a laugh and went around the couch, sitting down next to me.

She held out her hand. “May I?” She asked. I handed her the pencil and she gently took my arm, and continued my drawing up my arm and onto my shoulder, before lightly drawing them on my neck, and eventually my cheek. 

“These are really pretty...have you considered getting these tattooed?” She asked me as she switched sides and started working on my other arm. 

“I have, but I also realized that I’d want them different as soon as I saw them.” I replied. 

“That makes sense. You typically don’t like things to be permanent, they always need to be changing.” 

“Yeah, some permanent things. Such as tattoos, furniture, clothes. I change those often. But people however...they’re always changing.” 

“Ah, so in relationships you wouldn’t be deterred if someone wanted something permanent with you?” She questioned, tracing the pencil up my neck and onto my cheek, leaning closer to me. 

“No, I wouldn’t. I prefer that type of stability in my life.” I whispered as she leaned closer to me. 

“Do you want something permanent?” 

“I do.” I leaned closer and closed the gap between us.

#miscfandomwrites #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader

[nevieatiny]

Chasing Shadows in Water

Part 1

Ex!Mingi x Reader/ Reader x San

Summary: You had the hottest boyfriend in campus, handsome, captain of the swimming team, tall, but when he takes you for granted you decide to take a break from relationships, winter break helps to recover and focus on yourself again, but what happens when a new student shows up as a christmas miracle, you swore not to get distracted by a boy gain, but maybe life is giving you a new chance and things do happen for a reason.

Word count: 1,482

Genre: Angst / fluff

You knew this was gonna happen at some point, yes you still love him, and you love how competitive and goal oriented he is, that was one of the things that made you fall for him, but he was also stubborn, and maybe having laser focus could be a bad thing when you are a mess with your personal life, but still you forgive him each and every time, telling yourself he was not doing it on purpose because every time he apologized it felt sincere. but you had a limit, and you knew better than wasting your twenties and your college life with someone like that.

It's been an hour since you arrived, you've been waiting at the table with the same glass of water, thankfully you have reserved one of the booths, because yes, YOU had to make the reservation for your own anniversary at your favorite place, he would never do that for you, you doubt he would even know how to find the restaurant's phone number by himself.

That's when it hit you, why bother?, you were not happy any more, instead you were a nervous wreck every time you went out thinking "would he make it this time?" "does he remember we were supposed to meet today?" "should i text him? maybe he would think im being intense" you asked for the check, you wanted to get out of there as soon as posible.

You checked your phone once you arrived at your apartment, nothing, absolutely nothing, you thought about going to campus right now, there was only one person who would still be at the pool, but to be honest you were mentally exhausted, and tomorrow could be worst so you decided to distract yourself by cleaning your place, the kitchen and even the bathroom, maybe having a clean place would help you, or at least it wouldn't add to your stress. After feeding your cat and taking a shower you felt tired enough to go to sleep

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The next morning you woke up to a text, you saw his name and internally you hoped it was an excuse, even a lame one would be fine, something that would let you know that he was aware of what happened

💙: morning beautiful, hope you have a great day 😘

If you were still hesitating about you decision, that for sure let you know you were doing the right thing, you got ready for your only class of the day, the whole time you thought over and over about what you were about to say, your arguments, and all his possible answers if he even had the audacity to answer, your poor cat suffered the consequences of your overthinking mind, once you put him back on the couch his hair was all over the place facing different directions, he just looked at you for a few seconds before starting to clean himself, you kissed his forehead quickly to avoid loosing and eye and left the apartment.

You had trouble concentrating during class and it showed, whenever the teacher asked something he would look at you, but your mind was blank, thankfully your classmates wouldn't miss a chance to participate and get more points with the teacher, you hated how it affected you, but after today you swore he was not gonna get in you head anymore, you just had to get this over with.

As you approached the pool you felt your hands sweating, even if you were sure of what you were about to do that does not mean you'll be less worried, standing in front of the door you took a deep breath and for the first time in years you prayed everything would go well

You always hated how humid this place was, of course it would be humid, it was a fucking pool, but it was like entering a sauna at first. There were no voices in the background, only the faint noise of water splashing, it was still early, practice wouldn't be till 4, but there was only one stupidly handsome jerk who would be here at this time.

You saw his towel first waiting on the side of the pool, a Hello kitty towel you bought for him months ago claiming you could have matching towels, you were surprised when you came one day after practice and saw the towel along with those of his colleagues, after you asked him what were their reactions and if he wouldn't be embarrassed he just said "why would i be embarrassed of a gift my girlfriend gave me?, and also i'm the captain of the team, they know better that to make fun of me" stupid Song Mingi, knowing what to say all the fucking time, with his stupid handsome face and his stupid swimmer body and his stupid height.

Maybe you were spacing out way to hard looking at that towel because you didn't hear him coming out of the pool "it must be my birthday if i get to see you this early before practice" you jumped, startled for a few seconds before he bent down covering your whole face with his wet hand before kissing you "you scared me" "were you waiting for someone else then?" he towered over you, reaching for his towel right behind you, he took his swimming cap of, shaking his hair like a wet dog, splashing you in the process "ahh, Mingi you're making me wet" you covered your face in attempt to not ruin you makeup, with a frown on your face you straighten you clothes as if that would dry it off "i know i do" you hit his chest right after that, perhaps stronger than usual "ouch, someone's been working out"

With the towel over his head he sat down grabbing you by the hips, pulling you in the middle of his thighs "i've missed you" a small gentle kiss "don't run away from me okay?" another kiss "i have a special surprise for you next week" he rubbed his thumb across you lips before pulling you gently by the neck, kissing you again slowly this time "next week?" he better not be thinking what you are thinking "yes, our anniversary, don't tell me you forgot" it took all the will power in you not to slap him right there, you closed your eyes trying to compose yourself "Song mingi, our anniversary was yesterday" looking at him directly, not breaking eye contact you saw his eyebrow rise, tilting his head as a lost dog would do, after not getting a response you spoke again "i told you a month ago i had a reservation at that fancy sushi place we like" he looked so lost it actually made you feel bad, but you were not gonna get through this again.

"You're joking right?" that's all he said, maybe the frown on your face made him realize you were not a joking at all "i waited almost an hour and a half for you" "and why didn't you call me?" he can't be serious "because i'm tired, i'm so fucking tired Song Mingi, of having to be responsable for everything in this relationship, of coming up with ideas, making plans, and on top of that being responsable to make you be on time, i shouldn't need to be confirming appointments with my own fucking boyfriend as if i was visiting the doctor" don't cry, don't cry "i feel miserable, instead of being happy to see you i feel anxious all the time, wondering if you'll show up or not, and instead of thinking you feel happy to see me it feels as if you're just checking something off your to-do list. And each and every time you say you're gonna make up for it, but i don't want you to" you made a pause when you felt his grip tighten on your hips, you couldn't read his face at all "I'm sorry" that's it?, no it can't be, but after a few seconds of silence you realized that that was in fact it "I don't need you to be sorry" "but i don't know what else to say, i fucked up but i had practice" he was actually an idiot, you're convinced

"This is not about practice, it's about your poor time management skills and your lack of interest" were you being an asshole, most likely yes, but you had to pat yourself in the back for that one " i don't want you to leave the team, i'm not a jerk, i liked you because of how competitive you're, when you set your mind to it you can accomplish anything, except for our relationship. But don't worry, i'm gonna make life easier for you" "Y/n c'mon, don't do this" he finally stood up, caressing your face " I want to break up"

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez imagines #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #ateez mingi #ateez x reader #song mingi #mingi x reader

[multifandoms27-blog]

Painting your nails with the demons | Fluff

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Content: Akaza x gn!Reader, Kokushibo x gn!Reader, Douma x gn!Reader, Gyutaro x gn!Reader (all separate)

Warnings: Douma LMAO

Notes: I just painted my nails after a breakdown (I'm fine lol dw) over college and suddenly got the urge to paint their nails too. These hc's are incredibly short, I apologize <3

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❥ Akaza

Akaza had walked in on you painting your nails a (color), and looked at his own pink nails

Turning to see him after you finished the first hand, you gave him a little smile

"Wanna join me, Aka?"

He'll happily sit with you, letting your hands hold his steady while you paint the same color on him

He loves matching with you, so this just makes him excited

Absolutely demolishes Douma if he makes any kind of comment about it

But the bastard just begs for more pain. He's got the fucking "Wow...your punch really turned me on!" energy going on (please tell me SOMEBODY gets that reference...)

Whenever you take the nail polish off, he's gonna wanna be there so he can take his off too. Then will probably ask if you're going to put on another color or not

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❥ Kokushibo

His multiple eyes scare the shit out of me, but I'd rather them be freaky than not utilized at all

I still love him tho <3

Koku's nails aren't painted like some other demons, but he suppose he'll do one hand in black if it'll make you happy

He's silent and keeps a neutral expression as he sits beside you, allowing you to paint his right hand and you can paint your left, so that when you hold his hand, it seems like you're joined together

He just likes the subtle domesticity

"Well, what about my other hand?"

"Do whatever you want." Koku spoke slowly.

"And what about your other hand?"

"No."

He only wants one hand painted, slightly questioning if Muzan would disapprove of his nails being painted in the first place

But then he remembers Douma's, Akaza's and Gyutaro's nails are painted, and then he suddenly doesn't care that one of his hands are painted

Wont do anything but direct a cold, neutral look at someone if they make fun of his nails only being painted on one hand

They were done by his s/o, eat shit and die, peasant

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❥ Douma

Is ecstatic

Immediately takes off his own blue nail polish to math whatever color you're putting on

Gives you kisses as you paint his nails, sometimes making you mess up and get the polish on his skin

"Not to worry, darling! I can always take it off my skin, you just keep painting!" Douma grins, continuing to kiss you

Parades your matching nails around like it's the greatest gift ever

Brags to Akaza about how he has "such an amazing s/o" and how Akaza doesn't

Of course he gets hit, but Douma then salivates for more negative attention from Akaza

Once the polish begins to chip away, he's going to sit you down, take off the polish from both of you and then paint your nails again himself, in a different color

"We should switch turns every time!" Douma exclaims

"Oh, maybe we could even mix and match depending on the upcoming holiday! How fun! Oh, this is the best idea you've had, darling~!"

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❥ Gyutaro

Okay, Gyutaro probably needs a serious manicure (and this is coming from someone who never gets manicures, but at least has a nail filer)

Would also probably do his skin some good to have his nails filed down, cause then it can't...y'know...COME OFF

But I do think the gray color on his nails is the natural color they are now, but I also like to believe that sometimes he paints his nails black to feel better <3

When he sees you painting your nails, he immediately wants to join. Ume is probably not too far behind, so she'll probably join in before Gyutaro

If the color you're painting your nails with isn't black, then he'll paint his nails himself while watching you and Ume match your colors

If it is black, then he'll happily let you paint his nails for him (the teasing from his sister later on is so worth it, because you touched his unworthy hands!!!)

Gyu would also probably keep re-applying the nail polish whenever it got slightly chipped, believing you'd grow angry and upset at what he deemed as "decimation to your art"

Whenever he sees black nail polish he thinks of you now, so have fun with that lol

Probably keeps a shit ton of black nail polish on standby cause he keeps stealing yours

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𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 (𝕚𝕚)

PastTeacher! Alex Turner x PastStudent! Reader

(If this was a series would y’all read it? 🧍🏿)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You decide to return to your high school, just to look around when you find a familiar friend…still there.

When you finally approached the door, you looked to your left to see that the history teacher was gone, replaced with a woman wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt and jeans who ushered out the rest of the students. Finally, you peeked through the glass to see him still here. Fluffy brown hair, now freshly trimmed instead of a voluminous mess or hidden underneath an unexpected beanie or handfuls of pomade.

You couldn't help but smile widely, gazing at your favorite teacher. Adorned in a powder blue button-down and a pair of jeans, he erased the marker board in the dim, empty class. While you watched him idly, you hadn't noticed him noticing you as well, so entranced by him letting all your memories hit you. And then you saw him walking up to the door, your nerves grew.

You backed away, still gazing at him, now thinking about the last time you spoke.

"Y/N," he said, everything in you froze. He looked at you with utter surprise, urging you inside excitedly.

"It's good to see you again, Al," you smirked, sitting at one of the desks near the window.

"How have you been? You're grown." He said, a grin as big as yours plastered on his face.

"Great, I'm, um in college for psychology and Creative Writing." You spoke. You began to ooze with a sorta of pride, your shoulders back, and the grin you hated was slathered all over your face.

"Oh, Y/N, I knew you'd get into something you'd like." He said. All those smiles he gave were like drugs to you, happy that Mr. Turner was still here, but the thought still gnawed at your skull.

The classroom's theme was Farm, and from what you could tell, poems and art from students lined the paper grass-lined bulletin board. Little stalks of faux cattails hang from the corners, and you try not to giggle. He sits at the little hexagon desk beside you as you stare at the little string lights that wrap around the window seals.

“How’s Marligan treatin’ you?” you said, a grin as wide as one stretching their arms outgrew. Alexander groaned, his eyes rolling as he hurried to the desk.

“I don't get them, Y/N,” he started, bringing a hand up to his temples to soothe his oncoming headache. You nod, knowing that sometimes things never change.

“They’re kids.” you deadpanned, looking at him with a neutral face.

“I told you before. You just gotta let them fail. I know you care. That's why you're amazing.” you said. Alex exhaled loudly.

“But how would that be helping them when they applied to be here!” he exclaimed; this must’ve been driving him mad, the paradox of it all. He looked at you, eyebrows raised and face in a scowl as he called everyone you knew out. You weren't bothered by the sting you felt; why be hurt by the truth?

“Yeah, that's true…then, how come you didn't hate me?” you questioned, crossing your legs and gazing at him-longingly.

“What?” he looked at you, almost bewildered, fuck, you tensed up. Eyes did not dare to meet his while you now assumed he’d turn you to salt. However, your mouth opened again.

“Turner, you can't be fucking around. I literally met you when you were proctoring my test, and you joked how bad I was at math,” you pointed out, yet he deflected, eyes shifted as you lift your head.

“So, you had a lot of struggles…and math isn’t for everyone.” He said, which was true. You still counted on your fingers.

“Alex, you know that we both’re aware that my struggles were of my doing. And even then, I was perfectly fine in your classes. I even felt bad when others disrupted you.” you stopped to gaze into his eyes. All those times you've seen his disappointed face when he looked upon your peers, too young to know what to do next after his students just conducted a whole performance in the middle of a Socratic seminar.

“What are you gettin’ at Y/N?” he asked, his lips pursed as the two of you sat for a second. Staring at each other. You wondered if he couldn't believe himself either, you being here.

“Al…I was a failure, I was lazy, I didn't have anything goin’ for me. So how was it that we were always talking?” you asked; your eyes burned again, and the silence crept in again. Alex glanced at you, stunned. You'd call him out on his bullshit, yea, but at least you weren't vague about it. Your eyes narrowed before you spoke once more,

“What did you mean the last time we spoke?” you asked, not thinking he'd remember that long ago, but somehow he did, vividly, his face soured into a grimace.

“I, I just needed to know if it was me that drew us apart,” he said, his voice cracked. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Y/N we talked almost everyday, multiple times for almost 2 years and then during the middle of it all…you stopped, and you just didn't stop, you damn near hated me! You avoided me unless it was class,” he said. Tears began to develop in his eyes as you stayed quiet. This time that sting, stung and stung you hard. The familiar feeling of hurt filled your chest, as you sniffled loudly.

“I stopped because I felt like when I met Sofie and them, I didn't need to cling to a teacher who probably had something better to do than talk to me.” you said now chewing at your lip as you explained it to him.

“You’re not going to actually think I believe that,” he said, you pressed your lips together tightly, forming a thin line. Cheeks tingly as you fiddled with your fingers.

“It's true,” you meekly retorted, he raised a brow.

“I still don't believe you, you've sat in here before with friends before.” he pointed out.

“Al,” you groaned, looking at him with longing and sadness, the way you used to. Your hands rub against your jeans before speaking.

“I left because of Sofie and the girls, yea, I also left because of…other things.” you muttered the last part, to his intrigue.

“Other things….”

“Something…something my mom said that got to me bad. I guess I took it too seriously.”

The comment now echoed in your head as the string lights blinked on and off to an unspoken rhythm. It's yellow light gleamed against the side of his face, the two of you in the dark, tense quiet.

“Was it about dress code? I told you I really didn't feel comfortable enforcing it on you guys I'm sorry.” he said, his voice low and expression sorrowful.

“No, it was something, something else.”

“What’d she say?”

The speechlessness crept in furthermore, this time you were mustering up the courage, or idiocy to finish.

“She said,” you began. As you look into your friends’ eyes, it felt like year's ago. When you sat in his classroom picking his brain about some drama you saw online or asking him about his time off.

"She said, if it were another world or if we were closer in age, we'd go out or something like that," you brushed off the statement as if it hadn't been stuck in your head for so long. You look back up to see Alex's utterly red face, not knowing what to say next like he's just seen you take your head off and throw it at him. You press your lips together and grit your teeth.

"Y/N?" "Yea?" "…Do you agree with her still?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you gawked at him.

"Alex…" "Do you?" he implored, resting his elbow on the desk, eyebrow raised, and lips pursed. It's now your turn to be flustered. You were speechless, like when he constantly asked you 'why' when discussing, but now, nothing to leave your lips, not even an ever so hated vulgarity.

"I," you stammered, absolutely stunned by this revelation, an unexpected outcome. You sat there frozen, just staring at him.

"Y/N, do you still…like me like that?" he asked, his eyes shifting from you to the window. The way he said your name made your stomach flutter.

"Alex, please tell me I'm not oversteppin'…I'll leave if I am. I-" you stopped yourself when you heard a sniffle- Alex was crying, his eyes glassy and hands fidgeting.

"You won't believe how I've felt about you once I saw you just now," he croaked, his eyes now looking you over thoroughly for once as if he'd never seen you before.

"I, I thought you were a breath of fresh air. Students have conversed with me, and I like talking to you guys, yeah…but you, I adored talking to you… you spoke to me like we've known each other for years," he said. Your head spun.

"It felt like you didn't see me as 'Mr. Turner,'" You nodded; most of your time with him, you just didn't expect him to feel the same.

"Felt like you didn't just see some shit kid," you added without much thought. He thought about it and shrugged.

"I saw a smart, mature, witty, young woman who hated everyone in the room," he half-joked.

"Everyone but you," you said to which he laughed.

"Everyone but me, yeah." he smirked, now taking your hand in his. He was cold compared to the stiffling heat of the room. Content, the thing that gnawed at you like termites to a wood cabin now vanished.

"I missed you so Alex," your voice cracked, gripping his hand as tears that've been on edge finally rolled down your cheeks.

"I don't think I've ever missed anyone as much as I did you," you continued, the steaming tears dribbled off your chin and quickly, you reached up and patted them away with a sleeve. The two of you both glanced at each other with tear filled eyes.

"Alex, I love you, I've loved you as a friend since we first met and I loved as something more when you were there for me at my lowest."

Another pregnant pause, you stared at each other's hands and the way they intertwined. His hands were much bigger than yours, his palms were soft, but the parts where his fingers met were calloused.

"Y/N..." he whispered, squeezing your hand firmly. You looked him up and down, your eyes still burned, and your heart overflowed.

"Alex, you left a mark in my mind," you whispered.

What's up with us and silence, you thought. Looking around for once, you noticed how close you were to him, your knees grazing his, elbows knocking.

"You've done just the same thing." he said, you turned your body to him and there you were, face to face. He looked so different now, softer. Your thighs touching.

"Alex, I’m so sorry if I hurt your feelings when I ghosted you…especially for someone like Sofie.”

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The Birds and the Bees: Part 2 (Timothy Klitz X Reader) (SMUT MDNI)

Part 1

Summary: You are a bit of a failure and a hot mess. You have no social life, but you're lucky enough to be invited to your very first college party, despite being a social reject. You end up running into some guys you went to high school with, and it's extremely awkward.

Content: Friends to lovers, oral sex, P in V sex, bullshit emotional lovey dovy best friend sex, size kink, Klitz has a monster cock,

Y/N is referred to in second person as you/yours, but is referred to with feminine terminology, and is written to have AFAB genitalia.

That walk to his apartment was only a few blocks, but it felt like it would never end. It was eerily quiet, and you had no idea what to say. Whenever you’d stop at a crosswalk with him, you’d look over to see him smiling at you. He was cute, but you felt uneasy. A few times he’d ask if you were okay, and you’d respond that you were tired. You couldn’t admit that stumbling with your childhood friend to his apartment in the middle of the night felt grotesque. As you were let into his apartment it felt like you left reality. The small interior looked blurry as the warm ceiling light was flicked on. Light bounced off the white walls like a haze, and you felt

Nothing but confusion. You stood motionless as Klitz started opening up the sofa bed. He was clumsy as he tripped over several objects scattered across the floor. 

“Sorry, it’s not really comfortable,” he said as he laid out the blanket across the bed. 

“No, it’s fine. Thank you,” you answered shyly. 

“Should I leave you alone and let you sleep now or…?” 

You nervously grabbed the skirt of your dress as you said, “could you please stay?” He stared back at you before nodding. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him for you to take a seat. Your ass sunk into the overly soft mattress and hit the bottom of it. You didn’t even think before leaning your body against his, resting your head on his shoulder. At this point you were sobering up, but your tiredness contributed to how touchy you felt. Klitz’s wobbling hand went around your back, and in an unexpected move, he kissed the top of your head. You sighed, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too. I always liked you a lot, and I still do,” his other arm wrapped around you as he pulled you into a tight hug. Your head being flush against his chest, you could feel his increasing heartbeat. As your arms snaked around his back, you were quickly losing restraint. You knew you wanted to fuck him, but you didn’t want to hook up with him. Your mind and body were completely at odds, and that only made your wanting worse. Klitz could tell that something was on your mind, and asked, “you okay?”

“You wanna know something funny?” you laugh nervously. Klitz responded “hm?” before you continued. “That one time I went to your house– the only time– I got so flustered that we were alone together. I actually failed that test we were studying for, because that entire time I was thinking about fucking you.” You continued laughing but stopped when you felt Klitz suddenly gasping. You pulled away from his embrace and looked up at him, seeing his burning hot face. 

“You’re joking, right?” he said breathlessly. 

“Why would I joke about that? Fuck, why did I say that?”

“W-why did you feel that way about me?” he exhaled shakily. 

“Because I wanted to just… be your girlfriend! And do all the things boyfriends and girlfriends do!” Your head was turned to the side as you couldn’t handle this amount of bashfulness. “I’m sorry, that was weird,” you hung your head, then you felt his hand rest on yours.

“I mean… that’s what I wanted too,” he whispered. “It doesn’t bother me at all,” his thumb caressed your hand, “I just never thought you wanted the same.” You looked down at his hand on yours, feeling overwhelmed. He took a deep breath then asked, “would you want to go out with me?” His face was getting closer, and when you noticed you began leaning in as well. 

You nodded as you looked into his eyes, and his hands were reaching to the sides of your neck. He ever so gently pulled you into a kiss. The moment your lips touched, you exhaled a sigh of relief. Your tense body relaxed as it leaned against his. His hands were innocently cupping your cheeks. They almost completely enveloped your face. Your puckered lips went in and out of the kiss, each time lasting longer. You began crawling into his lap, and he made a strained whimpering noise. 

“I-I don’t think we should go too fast,” he pulled away from the kiss, but rested his hands on your waist, accidentally exciting you even more. 

“I don’t think so either but… please?” you begged. “I wanna do it so bad, but at the same time I don’t wanna just be a hookup to you.” 

“No no no, I’d never think that low of you,” he responded hastily. “You’re a beautiful girl, and I want to treat you right. I want to make it special for you, y’know, like take you on a proper date.” 

You whined in response, “aw, Klitz… that’s sweet but…” you bit your lip before you could spit it out. “I’m so horny, I can’t take it,” you whispered, “all night, all I could think about was fucking you. I’m really sorry. I feel like I’m going crazy. I just-” you couldn’t think of what more to say. 

“-I wanna do it too,” he cut you off, “whatever you want, I’ll do it. I wont think less of you. I want to make love to you,” he smiled gently. You rested your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his back. You kissed him again eagerly, and he reciprocated with the same amount of passion. His grip on your waist tightened, making you whimper. You moved up on his lap, trying to feel his dick. In hearing his moans, you began rutting your hips into him. You kissed his neck as he stuttered weakly. You were determined to leave marks on his pale skin, so you bit down and sucked, hearing his voice hitch as he whimpered. 

“You’re so cute Klitzy,” you teased as your mouth dragged along his skin. 

“Don’t call me that,” he chuckled, followed up with a whine as you continued to lick and kiss his neck. He couldn’t keep his composure around you, but especially now he was unraveling. 

“But you’re too cute not to,” you moaned as you left sloppy kisses on his cheek. You then pushed your tongue into his mouth. His dick twitched underneath you as he thrusted against you, tightly gripping your waist down against him. You cried out in pleasure. It almost seemed like he wanted this even more than you did. Your hands moved down his chest to the bottom of his shirt to pull it off. He raised his arms to let you take it off and throw it to the side. You grabbed his wrists and held them to your chest. “Take mine off too,” you whispered. You threw off your sweater, allowing his shaking hands to pull the bottom of your dress all the way up slowly, revealing your panties, then bra. He gasped quietly at the sight of your body, staring at you with adoring wide eyes. His hands were already on your hips. His fingers twitched as he swallowed thickly. “You can touch me however you want,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Klitz’s eyes were darting up and down. You’ve never seen his face so red. 

“Mhm, you’re the only one I wanna do this with…” you whispered to him, staring into his eyes dreamily. Your hand gently grabbed his hand, and guided it up your body. “Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he sighed, almost in relief. His hands moved up your sides to cup your breasts. He gripped them firmly, making you whimper before he began fondling them. “Oh my god, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly as he stared at your chest in awe, admiring the weight of your breasts in his hands. He moaned just from the feeling of touching you, before bringing his face between them and licking the skin of your breast. His dick twitched under you as he kneaded your tits against his face. You pulled down your bra to reveal your nipples, allowing him to suck on one of them before you even got the chance to fully remove it. He moaned “thank you,” against your breast as he pulled you closer. His mouth hung open as his tongue licked around your nipple, then quickly descended his lips to your areola, sucking on it. His mouth was wide open as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. His tongue moved in circles  as needily sucked your tit. He looked like he was in heaven. 

“Such a sweet boy…” you cooed at him, making him whine unexpectedly loudly in response. His cock was strained against his pants, and you could feel it. “Oh, you really like being submissive, don’t you?” You tease him. It was strange, you thought you knew everything about Klitz, but you were a little surprised at his submissiveness. He looked up at you, doe-eyed. 

“Uh- uhm, is that okay?” his body was shaking as you leaned up against him. 

“I like it a lot. I- I’ve kinda always fantasized about you being this,” you admitted while averting your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by how cute he looked. His face was bright red. 

“Like what, exactly?” he asked nervously. His hands were still feeling your chest, lightly groping your soft skin. 

“I often think about… you being all cute and submissive like this. I kinda want to dominate you,” you say in the most gentle way possible, hoping you don’t scare him away by asking for too much.

Klitz shutters at your words, almost shocked at what you’re asking for. “P-please, I want that,” he says quietly with a deep, gentle voice. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you hold his face with your hands, making him look up at you. His eyes are wide with admiration, and he leans forward with wanting. 

“Mmh, I want- I want to… eat you out… please,” he stuttered, completely embarrassed. His cheeks felt hot against your hands.

You chuckled, “I can do you one better,” you ushered him to lay on his back. He did as you told before awaiting your instruction. “You wanna sixty-nine?” your hand was caressing his chest ever so softly, as you felt it rise with him gasping at what you said. 

“Yes- yes, please,” he begged eagerly. 

“You want me to sit on your face? I wanna make a mess all over your pretty mouth,” you teased him, making him whimper sweetly. You gave him a kiss and giggled at what a flustered mess he’d become, before you slowly removed his glasses, and left them on the side table. This was the first time you had seen him without them, and his eyes looked bigger than usual. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before climbing over him, positioning your ass over his face. You rested your body on his, and he moaned when he felt your tits pressed up against his bare stomach. He was eager to pull your panties down, exposing your wet pussy and ass right in front of his face. You took them all the way off to get them out of the way, and tossed them aside. Slowly, you start undoing his belt, then pants zipper. You pulled them down, exposing his bulge in his underwear. You were taken aback, because it seemed ridiculously huge. You pulled his underwear down finally, leaving his cock to spring out, nearly slapping against his stomach. You had to hold yourself back from gasping at its size. You weren’t just thinking this to flatter him, you genuinely have never seen a penis this big before. 

“Is everything alright?” Klitz asked, able to tell you were thrown off about something. 

“Yeah, I’m just a little shocked… seeing your dick after knowing you all these years.”

“Do you not like it?” he asked sadly.

“No! That's not it. I’m just- your dick is just really huge, man,” you tell him so he won’t think you’re putting him down, but you still felt insanely awkward admitting it. 

“Oh,” he blushed deeply, “I guess it is… do you think I’ll be too big for you?” he asked in a whisper with concern. 

“I’m not sure,” it was hard for you to think while looking at his massive dick. Imagining how the ridges of it would feel rubbing against your inner walls, and the girth of his dick perfectly hitting your g-spot. “-but I still wanna try.”

“We’ll take it slow, okay? I don’t wanna hurt you, so please tell me if it’s too much,” he said so sweetly, you wanted to cry. 

“Thank you… is it bad that I feel a bit weird about us seeing each other like this? It’s not bad– it’s really good, actually–  but it feels strange that I like seeing you naked so much,” you asked somewhat awkwardly.

He blushed intensely, looking down. “I… I get what you're saying. I never thought I’d get this close with you. Now that we’re getting naked together… It feels unreal,” he said shakily.

He was right. In your current state, it was difficult to tell if all of this was even real. Even though you had sobered up, your exhaustion made you feel loopy. You wanted to convince yourself it was a dream, so you could enjoy it to the fullest without worrying about the aftermath, but deep down you truly wanted this to be real. Your hand caressed his cheek, moving his face toward you so you could look into his eyes. He squinted at you, trying to see you clearly, making you feel bad for taking off his glasses earlier. “I feel like it’s too good to be true,” you say softly, “but I’m afraid an anvil will fall soon after…” 

“I won’t let that happen. You’re not a hookup. You’re my friend. Nothing we do tonight will change that…” he reassured in a gentle tone. 

You grin in delight at what he says, and he smiles back. “You’re right, Klitz. I’m glad we feel the same… so uh… should we pick up where we left off?” You change the subject with very little grace. 

“Yes, please,” he responded immediately. You lowered yourself onto his face, allowing his lips to reach your pussy. His hands were quick to grab your ass, pulling you into the right position. He began to make out with your pussy, kissing your clit and swirling his tongue around it. He moaned against your pussy once you made contact with his cock, and you felt the vibration resonate throughout your body. While he worked on pleasuring you, you began licking the tip of his cock while you slowly stroked it.  You pushed it into your mouth, feeling overwhelmed by its size. Your head began slowly bobbing up and down on his length, but you could only fit about less than half of it until it reached the back of your throat. It was heavy on your tongue as it dragged along the shaft, tasting like sweat. He was moaning viscerally against your body as you began sucking him off fast, making you whimper. His hips were thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat. You were drooling on his cock with your eyes rolling back, letting him overstimulate all of your senses. He pulled you by your hips, making you put nearly all of your body weight on his face. His noises were guttural as he suffocated himself in your pussy and ass. He sucked on your pussy as you could feel his nose pushing against your entrance. Your squeals were muffled with his cock in your mouth. You began to ride his face, and he was nearly crying out in ecstasy. His tongue was buried in your pussy, licking around it and lapping up your fluids. He was making out with your pussy as he tightly gripped your ass. You pulled yourself off his dick to catch your breath, and he whined as your lips dragged up until they popped off. 

Klitz pulled his face away from you, gasping for air. His hands were gripping the fat of your inner thighs, spreading them so he could stare at your dripping pussy. His thumb caressed the inner folds as he noticed how swollen and red your clit had become. He finally took notice of your heavy breath and shaking legs. “Are… you okay?” he asked sweetly.

“Yeah I just feel a little overwhelmed…” you choked out, finding it difficult to say. It was good, and you wanted to like it, but you felt a lump forming in your throat. Carefully, he held you by your waist and helped you crawl off of him, and turn around to face him once again. You were shocked to see his face, which was drenched and completely flushed. His hair was a complete mess, and he pushed it back completely, exposing his entire, usually obscured face. A pit in your stomach formed as you realized your perception of him has just completely changed. 

“We can stop if you-”

“No!- no, I just need a breather,” you cut him off. You didn’t want to stop, and if your bodies permitted, you would go all night just to be with him as much as possible. 

“Take all the time you need,” he brought his arms around you, wanting to pull you in close. You let him, and laid down in the spot next to him, laying your head on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around you. You turned your body towards him so you could look at him face-to-face. He smiled gently at you with warm, loving eyes. You smiled back, causing him to grin. 

“This is nice… I like it better when I can see your face,” you whispered bashfully. Being so close to him, there was no need to speak any louder. 

“Mhm, I love seeing your pretty face,” he whispered back, and it turned you on all over again. You threw your leg over his side, and pulled yourself as close as you could. Eagerly, you grabbed his face and began making out with him again. He pushed back, making him the one kissing you, and he desperately moved in and out of the kiss as he held you tightly. “Oh my god, you’re so perfect,” he whispered gruffly against your lips before going back into the kiss, moaning as his tongue penetrated past your lips. He made out with you feverishly as he started humping you. Your hips moved in sync with him, grinding your clit against the edge of his dick. You wanted to just lay there and hump him for hours. Just let him rub his cock against you desperately until the both of you pathetically cum all over each other over and over again. You felt yourself ready to finish already, just hearing his whiny moans and knowing how desperate he was for you. It didn’t take much longer for you to be squealing against his lips as your body twitched and shook against his. You were crying out his name as your pussy throbbed against his cock. 

“Did I… did I make you cum?” he whispered breathlessly as you panted in his arms. You nodded, and you heard him gasp a little. “Oh wow…” he stared off dumbfoundedly as you began placing sweet kisses on his cheek. 

“I- I wanna make you cum too,” you whined. You felt his heart rate increase and his arms shudder as he pressed his face into your hair. 

“Please fuck me,” he begged, “I wanna be inside you.” In your desperate state, you immediately reached down to grab his dick, which was already up against your pussy. You lined it up with your entrance and tried your best to sink onto it, but you quickly realized how daunting the task was. You yelped as you felt yourself being stretched by his size, and he held you tightly in his arms as he pressed his cheek against yours. “You okay?” he asked, breathlessly. You replied with a soft ‘mhm,’ to which he responded, “just tell me if you want me to stop, okay, honey?” You squeal slightly at his sweetness, then again at his hips pressing his cock into you. He groaned into your ear as you eagerly let him in as deep as he pleased. He began thrusting shallowly, allowing you to adjust to the stretch. 

“Mmh, please, deeper,” you whimpered, aching for more of him. He grabbed your hips, pushing you deeper onto him until he hit the back of your cervix. You dug your fingernails into his back as you cried from the sensation of being so full of him. 

“Oh my god, oh my god- fuck, I won’t last, you’re squeezing so tight,” he moaned as his dick twitched inside of you. Your hips bucked onto him. You thought about the possibility of him coming inside accidentally, and deep down you wanted it to happen. Your better judgment figured it wouldn’t be a good thing. Your mind went numb when he began to pick up the pace. You wanted to cry at how overwhelmed you felt. All you could do was babble and moan against his ear as he rammed into you. 

“Ah- ah- fuck, please- don’t stop,” you cried, then being met with Klitz’s lips being shoved into yours, making you swallow his moans with his tongue tasting yours. His hands grabbed your face, keeping you in the kiss. You arched your back, pushing your chest up against his, and allowing yourself to ride him. 

“Fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna cum- you’re gonna make me cum,” he strained is voice, squeezing his eyes shut. He grabbed your hips firmly to make you stop, but you couldn’t help your pussy still throbbing and convulsing around him. You were trying to hold back your second orgasm, but ultimately failed the second he moved his hips again. You instantly clamped down on him, screaming in pleasure. He cried out, saying “shit shit shit shit,” as he pulled himself out as quickly as possible and came all over your stomach. You rode out your orgasms together, tightly embracing one another. The two of you laid silently, panting heavily together. 

“Are you- are you okay?” he stuttered, caressing the back of your head.

You giggled softly, completely exhausted, “you were sooooo good Klitzy,” you dote over him, kissing his cheek. He giggled back in response, giving you a kiss on the lips. 

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, cuddling you tightly. You felt yourself dozing off as his hand caressed your head. Any worry you had lingering in your mind earlier had disappeared, and the only thing in the world that mattered was him as you fell asleep to the feeling of his heartbeat.

-

Hours later you’re woken up by the loud, creaky apartment door swinging open. You freak out, remembering being naked, but you notice being under a blanket, with Klitz’s arm wrapped around you. Eli, who you’d forgotten about at this point, stumbled through the door before slamming it shut. He flicks the lights on, causing Klitz to wake up as well. In the light, you can now see how fucked up and terrible Eli looked. 

“Hey guys, I’m just gonna crash here, don’t mind me,” he said before throwing his body onto the end of the sofa bed, but bouncing off and falling on the floor with a loud thud. He didn’t get up, and you assumed he had passed out.

Klitz sighed, “well, looks like we can move to the main bed.” The two of you got up, and he grabbed Eli by the under arms and threw him onto the sofa, seemingly not weighing much.

Part 1

#the girl next door #timothy klitz #timothy klitz x reader #tim klitz #tim klitz x reader #klitz x reader #klitz smut #danocel #danonation #paul dano #paul dano x reader #nsft #minors do not interact #minors dni

[tf-boi]

Thredr

“What the hell happened to me!” A pair of white socks suddenly said.

“Uwaahh! Y-you woke up. . .” A young boy, approximately 20 years old with black hair and brown eyes, and a thin body, said. He was sporting a blue soccer uniform but with bare feet, he had fallen to the floor as he was shocked that his socks woke up. “You were supposed to be asleep. . .”

“What did you do Alex??” The socks said again. Although we say “said” its more so the voice was in Alex’s head. 

“Sorry Anthony. . .I couldn’t help it.” Alex said picking up Anthony.

“Explain. . .” 

“Well . . .” Alex thought the best way to explain how he turned his best friend of the same age into a pair of socks. “Guess I’ll just be blunt! I have been in love with your feet since we met! And I always wanted to wear your socks! So I turned you into a pair of your used socks so that I could wear you to today’s game!”

“. . . .” Anthony was stunned “HOW. . .?”

Alex pulled out his smartphone and showed him the app “Its called Thredr (pronounced “threader”), its where people who have clothes transformation fetishes meet and you know . . .become eachother’s clothes. . .”

“But I don’t HAVE that app. . .” Anthony said annoyed.

“Well. . .you were tired from your late night shift and so I just used your hand to unlock your phone. . . “

“That has GOT to be illegal. . . .”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it in and I read that I could just make you unconscious while I did it, so I was gonna do my thing and turn you back right after without you noticing. But I guess I pressed the wrong button and you woke up! I swear it was only gonna be once!”

“And you fused me with my socks?!” 

“Well. . .actually while you were showering, I scanned a pair of your socks so I just morphed your body to resemble that pair all the way down to the grime. . .”

“You are seriously messed up. . . Turn me back NOW!” Anthony said annoyed

“I can’t. . . the minimum transformation time is 8 hours otherwise your molecules will be messed up.” 

“So I’m stuck like this for the day. . .” 

“Yeah well. . .you can let me. . .” Alex said, pointing at his raised foot.

“No. Absolutely not!” Anthony protested.

“Pleeeease just this once!!! I’ll buy you food for the rest of the year and I’ll even use the app to wipe your memories after!” Alex begged.

“. . .fuck man. . .fine. . .” Anthony said defeated, the boy couldn’t resist free food being a starving college student, let alone for a whole year.

“Yes!” Alex said picking up Anthony and putting him on his feet.

“Unnnff a little more gentle please!” Anthony said, he just felt Alex’s feet enter him. His right sock body felt like Alex put his entire foot into Anthony’s mouth, while on the left it felt like a foot just went up his ass. “This feels. . . kinda good. . .” Anthony thought “But man his feet stink! Shower better man! And yet. . .it smells divi- no stop it Anthony you can’t be into this!”

Alex walked down the stairs to the doorway, each step was like Anthony having the best body massage of his life.  Alex then stared at his shoes, then to Anthony’s running shoes.

“You wouldn’t mind. . .?” Alex smirked.

“Go ahead. . .” Anthony said shyly 

Alex picked up Anthony’s shoes and slid them on.

“Uggh. . .is this how I smell??” Anthony said, his scent penetrating his mind “God I hope he doesn’t take me off. . .” Anthony let the thought slip.

Alex got to the field and swapped into his cleats. Before doing so, he stuffed his feet (with Anthony still on) into a pair of blue soccer knee high socks.

“Alex smells. . .so good!” Anthony thought, his mind succumbing to his role as a sock.

Alex ran in the field, jumping, skipping dodging players, kicking the ball.

“Ohhh ohhh yes daddy!” Anthony thought as he felt his body being used in the game.

Another player accidentally stepped on Alex’s foot, Anthony feeling the pressure “Ohhh yes!” he shouted. 

Alex continued the game pretending to not hear Anthony’s burst of joy “Hmm hmm glad he’s enjoying himself.” Alex giggled as he scores the winning goal.

“Good job team!” the coach said in the locker room. “Now hit the showers!” He said exiting the room.

The captain, a tall more muscular body, came up to Alex and held him up. “And heres to our MVP!” the captain cheered as everyone joined him “Now for his reward!” 

The entire teams takes off their socks as Alex strips down naked and lays on the ground, he is then showered with all their used socks as they go to the shower.

“What the?” Anthony questioned 

“Oh. . .” Alex said with a sock ontop of his mouth “They all know about my thing for used socks. . .so whenever we win this is my reward!”

“And. . .they’re okay with it??” Anthony said puzzled.

“Yeah well, I’m sure they were weirded out at first but to be fair, most of them are here on a soccer scholarship and want to be recruited. Most of the time I just support them and make them look good in front of recruiters so this is a small price for them~ I even get to pick a pair and take home with me for keeps!”

“Ohh. . .say. . .can I pick which one this time, you know, since I’m doing this favor for you. Its not like I like this by the way!” Anthony said pouting.

“Haha, sure, take your pick!”

“I don’t know who it was, but that blonde looked like he had cute feet!” Anthony said, with a bit of excitement in his voice.

“Oh Tyler? You have a good eye. . .should be this pair!” He said picking up a black pair of Nike socks.

“Can. . .you wear them on the way home!” 

“Sure!” Alex said putting on Tyler’s socks over Anthony.

“This is heaven. .  .” Anthony said “I mean GROSS!”

Alex giggled and bent down to Anthony “By the way, I saw the Thredr app on Tyler’s phone so maybe I can arrange something for the three of us~”

“Fuck off!” Anthony said, if he weren’t in his sock form you could see him blushing.

After the shower everyone said their goodbyes.

“See you later Tyler!” Alex said cheerfully “Your socks are pretty comfy!”

“B-bye Alex!” Tyler said, trying to hide his erection. 

As Alex and Anthony walk back to their dorm room Alex looks at time on his phone 

“Hmm. . .just enough time maybe. . .”

Alex enters his and Anthony’s now empty dorm room. Making his way to Anthony’s bed, removing Tyler’s socks.

“Well almost time!” Alex said

“Finally!” Anthony groaned. 

“But. . .before that can I do one more thing. . .” Alex said blushing

“What. . .?” Anthony questioned.

“Wow he actually blushes. . .” Anthony thought.

“Can I use you as a . . .meat sock?” Alex said shyly

“Uhhh. . .” Anthony said

“Nevermind I know its weird-” Alex said flustered.

“Yeah sure.” Anthony interrupted.

“Wait really?” Alex said surprised.

“Just make it quick. . .”

Alex’s heart raced as he removed his left sock from his sweaty smelly foot.

He then wrapped it around his erect penis and began to masterbait with it.

“Ohhh you feel so good Anthony!” Alex moaned.

“Uhhff unghhh” Anthony moaned, his mind going blank as he fully immersed himself into being Alex’s meat sock for the night!

Alex stroked his cock faster and harder inside Anthony’s sock body, Anthony feeling like his brains are getting fucked out as he feels what used to be his ass getting beaten by Alex’s long shaft.

Alex then took off his other sock and began smelling it.

The pair moan as they are locked into each other's bodies.

As Alex sniffed Anthony’s body he didn’t notice himself sucking on Anthony licking all the flavors he had accumulated throughout the day. 

“Faster faster!” Anthony said, as Alex turned up his speed.

He paused for a moment to grab Tyler’s sock and wrapped it around Anthony’s body.

“Yes…YES!” Anthony screamed. If he still had a body he would have came by now but he could only hold in his lust for both Alex and Tyler.

“C-crap!” Alex muttered “I’m cumming!” He said as pumps of his semen fills every thread of Anthony’s body only leaking a bit onto Tyler’s sock.

“Oh yes. . .yes. . .fuck yeah. . .” As Anthony gasped for air.

The pair lay in a puddle of Alex’s sweat and juices. 

Alex weakly reaches for his phone “Guess I gotta turn you back. . .”

“Hold up!” Anthony interrupted. “I don’t have class or work tomorrow. . .so. . .” He said with a bit of embarrassment in his voice.

“Hehe. . .I get you! One more day then!” Alex said victorious that he converted his friend.

“But!” Anthony said with a demanding voice “I have multiple double shifts the day after tomorrow so prepare yourself!”

“Oooh” Alex said curiously.

**** A few days later****

“Where do you keep the condoms?” A young man, with a huge cock clearly erect going commando in a pair of basketball shorts asked Anthony, who was now in his human form, a slightly shorter boy than Alex, with brown hair and hazel eyes. 

“This way. . .” He said gesturing the customer to follow. “God, I want him to raw dog me in the restroom. . .” Anthony thought “Thredr did go off when he walked by so maybe the boys will have some company. . . or I can call off early and have him take us home. . .” He thought, leading the man into the restroom passed the shelf of condoms.

Each step he takes is pure bliss for Alex, who has been transformed into Anthony’s grey Adidas.

“Wow. . .this is how the other side feels!” Alex whispered “I hope he cums on me later! How you doing Ty-ty?”

Tyler, who has been turned into a pair of black Adidas tube socks, moans lightly to himself “Never better Alex. . .never better. . .”

#sock transformation #sock tf #shoe tf #Clothing Transformation #clothes transformation #clothes tf

[cor-lapis-candy]

Look I reblogged a post about incel Scaramouche, and the stinky man has lived in my head since then so shout out to @albedosarmpit for going through with posting it.

It was disgusting and I love it!

So let's get some more going...

Scaramouche who had a falling out with his mother right before he left for college, yes it was her name that got him his scholarship and yes it was her... Girlfriend, he refuses to think of that woman as his step mother, that wrangled him a slot in some of the more prestigious rolls of the University he chose, and sure he may have had a few too many meltdowns in the library to be allowed back in but that's just cause the librarian was to much of a bitch to handle the truth he had to offer!

Sure his roommate is crusty and complains about how loud he yells as he games, and sure he's suuuch a Chad with his rotation of sluts that he brings home but he could stand to shut the fuck up about it, or at least not bring back such low effort partners. Childe was nothing if not a nerd in disguise, that computer if his is full of games and hentai just like his was, but just cause he kept his background something clean didn't mean he was better than him.

And fine, he could groom himself better, shower twice a day rather than twice a week! But whatever person he finally deems satisfactory to his standards will be more enticed by how he smells naturally rather than all that perfume and shit that Childe wears, it's all fake lust after all, he smells like a bitch and his little groupies must love that.

Most of the other people on this campus must have rotated through his fucking roomates bed by now, and yes okay, the one time he had someone come into his room with that kinda interest they ended up bolting while he took his hoodie off, sure he could have moved the cum towel or hidden the light novels and hentai but if a bitch couldn't handle his needs the good riddance.

Yet there was one he knew hadn't even been within breathing distance of his god awful roommates domain, you, sweet perfect you, you shared two of his classes and god you were almost his foil for scores, always chasing just after him in test results, bonus credit and he'll you took second in the same scholarship as him. You were perfect down to a tee, the cherry on top being you hadn't slept with anyone he knew and if luck was truely with him no one at all.

Sure he could overlook used goods if it came to you, he would wipe clean any remaining thoughts if whoever had taken your first and leave nothing but him in their wake, there would be a little bit of a skill gap too but that's fine in his mind you would still tremble and beg for him , even if his fingers were a little off or he was a little quick to cum, you were perfect after all and that ment you would accept it all.

Maybe tonight he could use something he stole from the last bitch Childe had over, some bra or whatever those whores left to make that mess of a ginger think of him, the last one had looked pretty close to you after all, similar height and weight, so perhaps it could hold space till he had you, use it to fuel those ideas of how he could use you.

Press the replacement cloth to his armpit and stain the material with a mix of his smell and whatever lingers of the original slut owner, make a bastardised version of what you could smell like as he looked over you, dripping his sweat and spit onto your skin, burying his teeth into the soft material as if it was your skin...

Yeah that was a good idea, a nice new light hentai and a little place holder till he could have you sounded just perfect right now.

#cw: incel behaviours #incel scaramouche #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #corposting

[mrs-hollandstan]

okay now that ik we’re doing this fr LMFAO def gonna need a labor and delivery blurb w y/n & tom i can def see it being chaotic and hilarious 😭 & then all the girls + the boys meet baby mia 🥺🥺

Missin this series 🥺 check out Make Me Love You in my bio for more of this ☺️

"Shit…" Tom stumbles, eyes still puffy from sleep, hair still a mess, and you're pretty sure the shoes he just put on are reversed but… he's ready for this baby and with the pain you're currently in, so are you. He grabs your hand and the baby bag by the door before he's heading out, unlocking the car. He takes a deep breath, 

"Can't believe we'll be bringing our baby girl home in the same car we fucked in in college." He murmurs. You groan, 

"The thought of sex right now makes me want to give you a vasectomy myself." He swallows, not responding before he's helping you into the car. It's deep breaths all the way to the hospital and you can hear Tom's phone vibrate with the texts from the group chat, following his announcement that you were in fact, in labor. 

Tom let's you squeeze his hand, coaxing you through the pain as you push. He strokes sweaty strands of hair from your face, 

"Doing so good darling. You're almost there." He tells you, kissing your cheek. And he's right. In two more pushes, a wail cuts the air, and Tom glances up to see his baby girl being laid on a towel. He's quickly handed scissors to cut her umbilical cord before she's ushered away to be cleaned and have her vitals taken. 

Soon enough, the three of you are left alone, Tom watching you drag your top down, your little girl latching to your nipple without a hitch. He worms his way behind you, resting his chin over your shoulder. He watches Mia suckle, your head coming to rest back against his shoulder, 

"You two are so beautiful." He murmurs, kissing your jaw. You hum, 

"I don't feel beautiful. I feel gross." You murmur. He chuckles, 

"You could never be gross. You'll always be beautiful. And look at this." He reached out and strokes Mia's head, "How could you feel gross when you just brought this into the world?" He poses. Glancing up at him, he stares down at her for a moment longer before his eyes meet yours,

"She is pretty perfect huh?" You pose. He nods,

"Almost as perfect as her mother."

"No, she's much more perfect than her mommy. Look at that little face." You trail a finger across her cheek. He smiles, 

"She is very beautiful darling." He mumbles. Laying your head back against his shoulder, you sigh, 

"That was… the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I am so tired." You murmur. He kisses your bare shoulder, 

"You deserve the world ya know." You hum, 

"I deserve sleep. You can have your skin to skin because I'm about to pass out." He chuckles, 

"Once she's done feeding, I'll take her." He tells you. You nod. 

It doesn't take long for her to finish and stare up at the both of you so inquisitively, it makes your heart heart. Tom takes her once he's shed his shirt and once you've snapped a few photos of the two of them, it's easy to slip into peaceful, much needed sleep.

A few days later, you're discharged, watching Tom strap your little girl into her carseat. You smile down at him, 

"Look at that Mia, mommy isn't the only girl that can crumble your daddy to his knees." He grumbles, sighing when you brush your fingers along his shoulder,

"I'm kidding love. Promise." He nods before he's standing straight, hoisting the car seat up. You coo down at your baby who stares up at you with gorgeous, sparkling, chocolate eyes. Tom slings your baby bag over his shoulder, worry flashing in his eyes at the backpack you sling over your own shoulder, 

"Tommy, it has stupid stuff in it. It's light." He swallows and nods, 

"Fine…" He takes your hand and leads you out of the room, keeping a close eye on you until Mia is strapped into the middle seat, and you're buckled in beside her. 

Of course he drives way under the speed limit, but it's fine because with Mia's fingers wrapped around one of your own and her eyes blinking in the light while she suckles her pacifier, you're lost in her. Soon enough, he's parking, taking her carseat and the duffel up the stairs to your apartment. He toes the door open, leading you inside. Once you set foot in the door, you gasp, 

"Surprise!" The group yells, Tom's smile somehow widening. You gasp, 

"Guys…" Ivey giggles before she's trotting forward, pulling you into her arms. She spots Mia, cooing as she crouches in front of Tom to see her in her little carseat. Keaton has moved to pull you into his arms, kissing your temple, 

"How are you feeling?" He asks. You nod,

"Fine. Sore but… she's worth it." You explain to him. He smiles and drapes his arm over your shoulders as Cole's hand slides across your lower back, 

"Oh my goodness… hi sweet girl. She is gorgeous guys." Ivey says. Tom smiles before he's setting her down and unclipping her from her carseat, 

"Would you like to hold her?" He asks Ivey who looks up at him, teary eyed,

"Really?" Tom nods,

"Course." Tom can tell that the hormones from being so early into her own pregnancy has her weepy. Harrison comes to stand behind her as she takes your baby girl into her arms, cradling her close, 

"Your mommy's bump was so big but you're so tiny baby girl." She tells her. Tom chuckles, watching his best friend's wife, and his wife's best friend coddle his first baby, 

"She really is. My biceps are bigger than she is." Harrison murmurs, 

"And that's why she's small." Tom tells him. He reaches out and smacks your husband, 

"Asshole." Keaton sits down on the couch with you still under his arm. Cole takes the seat next to you, gesturing to Tom, 

"How was he?" You nod, 

"Good. He was a great partner to have. Super supportive. And whenever I needed sleep, he took her." He nods,

"Good." You nod, watching Tom stroke little tufts of hair from your daughter's forehead as she rests her head over Ivey's shoulder. You smile, 

"He's gonna be an amazing dad." You murmur. Keaton nods, 

"I believe it." 

"Yeah… he's decent enough." Cole murmurs. You giggle, resting your head over his shoulder. He sighs, 

"Mom would be… so proud of you." He tells you. You smile, 

"I know." Scarlett comes to sit in Cole's lap, his arms binding around her as she leans in and hugs you, 

"You and Holland made the most beautiful little girl. She's so perfect and we're all obsessed and I wanna know when it's my turn to take her and love her." 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's a lot all at once. Don't you think the new parents should have their fill of her first? Besides… all she'll do is sleep, you wait until she's like two, fill her with sweets, and then drop that ticking time bomb back off here." You glare at your older brother who shrugs,

"Strictly to her father though. Not her mother because I'd like to keep my balls." You roll your eyes, 

"It'll always fall back on me." 

"Hey, that's not true. We're a team." Tom mumbles, nearing you. You stare up at him as he leans in and kisses you softly, 

"We're a team." He reiterates. You nod, 

"Yeah, fine." Ivey and Harrison share the chair in the corner, one of his hands pressed to her belly, the other cradling Mia's head. You smile at them,

"Speaking of great parents." Tom nods as he slides down to the floor. You run your fingers through his hair. Cole nudges your side, 

"And just like that, you're a mom." You smile,

"And just like that she's got a protective little crew." Cole nods, 

"Three step moms and four step dads." You giggle and nod, 

"The best." With everyone crowded into your living room, pawing all over your new baby girl, it's just like old times. It's just like college, add a baby girl. And it's perfect. 

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #my writing #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x oc #tom holland blurb #tom holland blurbs #mmly

[silentmoths]

I don't think u've ever written for kazuha but if u're interested, would love to read some kazuha x afab tall reader, prof/student but make it prof reader for a change 🦦, maybe mommy kink?

It's me, crawling out of my hole, hello friends!

Im slowly trying to work my way through my current asks before I open my askbox again, and I'm also looking to try out a few different...idk styles??? i guess for these.

this one was worked on over the span of a few weeks when I had the time/motivation so it's pretty stock standard moth.

Kazuha X Afab (fem pronouns) Reader.

NSFW

College/Modern AU, Teacher student, mommy kink, Age gap, mostly just foreplay lmao.

"Please...please let me..mommy-"

fuck.

How in the hell was this happening to you? Backed into your own desk, by your own student.

Kaedehara Kazuha, one of your best english students.

You'd been teaching him since his freshman year, and now here he stood at a senior, about to graduate, pushing you against your own desk and leaning forward, arms pinning you in place as you stare down at him.

"K-Kazuha you know this is- mmrph..." You attempt to stammer, but he quickly pushes up, meeting your lips with his own, this was not the first time he'd done this today, it's exactly how you'd ended up in this situation. You'd brought him here to scold him, to repremand and remind him that he was still your student.

Had your fondness for him really been this obvious?

But the moment that word dropped from his lips, it felt like your brain was short circuting, and he catches it just as quickly, using it to his advantage as he herded you back here into your spot.

Mommy.

It shouldn't have made you as horny as it had...perhaps it was the way he said it? the desperation and adoration all rolled into one? It leaves your head light and your knees weak.

Weak enough for his gentle hands to pull them upwards resting them around his waist as he snaps his hips forward and oh-

oh he was very hard.

"Please Mommy...please can I? I've been so good for so long...your favorite student..please let me..." his words are a mere whisper, reverent as his hands roam your body, tugging at your sweater so they can delve beneath to feel your skin.

gods how long had it been since you'd last been intimate? let alone with someone who was already worshipping you like a godess?

With each pleading whisper, each grind of his hips, your resolve crumbles.

"F-fine..but you...you have to be a good boy, alright? quick, and quiet, yeah?"

Immediately his eyes shine with hope and adoration, he nods and leans forward to catch your lips, deeper this time, his tongue licking it's way into your mouth and stealing the air from your lungs. Agile fingers making quick work of your pants, popping the button and pulling the zipper, only then does he pull away, long enough to de-robe you from the waist down, opting to simply push your sweater up, your bra as well as he admires your body in a way you're not sure you've felt before.

it leaves you feeling a little shy, especially when his gaze lands on the slick mess between your thighs.

You say nothing, even if you could think of any words, the look he gives you steals any air he'd left in your lungs.

Kazuha was the kind of student who made you think, made you ponder. You thought you knew him, his nuances and his quirks; but everything you thought you knew about your student? yeah, that goes flying out the window the moment he touches you properly; fingers sliding across your already aching core. He know's what he's doing, experimenting first with a single finger, then another as his thumb rolls sinfully across your clit, pulling lewd noises from you, ones quickly muffled by the back of your hand.

You feel his free hand brace you as he slowly leans you back, laying you out across your own desk.

"you're so pretty." he murmurs reverently as he pulls your legs up onto the desk with you, resting his cheek against your knee, his gaze was so soft and full of affection, it was almost disctracting enough for you not to notice the two fingers he works into you, almost.

"K-kazuha... c'mon..." it's difficult to form words when your student is busying himself pulling you undone with startling speed, perhaps it had just been that long? or perhaps he was supremely talented?

Both, it was probably both.

It becomes harder still to keep your own noises in check, opting to bite down on the collar of your sweater, still trying to keep an ear out for anyone who might suddenly barge into your office.

what were you going to do in that situation anyway? there was no way you'd be able to cover up in time.

You're brought crashing back to reality when you feel his cock grinding against your poor, abused clit, mere moments after removing his fingers, covered in an embarassing amount of your own slick, even more embarassing as he brings those fingers up to his lips and sucks them clean with a smile. It has you squirming, but unable to escape as his free hand holds your hip firmly.

You want to tell him to hurry up, to get this over with so you can go back to scolding him; but his previous minstrations had left you so wound up, so close to the edge of orgasm that all you felt was that desperate want, the depraved need to finally cum. It's enough to have you buck your hips with a pathetic whine.

"C'mon...please.. Kazuha..."

His beautiful red eyes spark with a hint of mischief as he rests his cheek on your knee again, slowly rolling his hips through the slick mess between your legs. Tilting his head with a curious stare.

"Mmh?"

This boy was going to kill you, he has you gritting your teeth. You knew of course, knew what he wanted you to say, what he wanted you to tell him...but goddamn if the words werent hard to produce.

"I...f-fuck me...please.."

For the first time ever, you see Kazuha smirk, licking his lips, and for a moment he looks near predatory.

"anything for you, mommy."

#Genshin Kazuha #Kazuha smut #Kazuha x reader #silentmothasks #silentmothwrites

[cyncerity]

ok so a long time ago i posted a list of characters that would be appearing in the Flubber AU, and there are a lot of people on that list that haven’t been talked about in this au…

until now >:)

hope you enjoy the first story for this au <3

tw: none

Quackity, for the most part, liked his job as a science teacher at a University. It gave him plenty of resources to steal borrow from work to use in his own experiments, summers and holidays off, and students that were mature and who wanted to learn what he had to teach (even if they were only a few years younger than him, given that he was fairly young to be teaching at a university). One of the only downsides, in his opinion, was dealing with parents who couldn’t understand that their kids weren’t as perfect or special as they wanted them to be.

Like the father he was dealing with right now.

“I’m telling you, they’re smart. They can handle this and I want them in your class. No exceptions.” The man at the other end of Quackity’s desk said. The man was tall, far taller than Quackity and fairly threatening. He had a permanent scowl, dark brown hair and mutton chops that made him look like a modern supervillain. If Quackity were anyone else, maybe he would’ve felt like he had to give in to the man’s demands. But he wasn’t anyone else, and he’d never been one to back down from a fight.

“And I’m telling you I’m not enrolling two teenagers into a high honors college science and robotics class. It’s not gonna happen. Mr…” “Schlatt.” The man spat, scowling further. “Mr. Schlatt.” Quackity continued. “Legally, against my own judgement, I can’t refuse their enrollment until they fail the entry quiz. But i’m telling you, don’t do this to them. I don’t care how bad they want this. I don’t care how smart you think they are. All that will happen is they’ll fail and they’ll be heartbroken. I’m sure they’re smart for their age, but I’ve had people 20+ years old fail this test a dozen times before they gave up. I’m not an easy teacher.”

“They’re free this Friday. 4 o’clock. That work for you?” The man said, apparently completely ignoring what Quackity had said. He huffed and stared down the man before sighing. “Fine. But don’t come crying to me when their spirits are broken cause of you. I’ll print a couple copies and tell the main office you’re sending them in for the test, I won’t be there myself. I doubt i’ll be seeing you again after they fail.”

For the first time in the meeting, the man smiled. “I guarantee you’ll be seeing a lot more of me, Quackity. Have a good day.” And with that, he stood up and left. Good. Quackity was looking forward to never seeing him again.

***

“Alex! Wait one second, I need to talk to you!”

Quackity paused. No one he knew called him Alex, and he’d had a rough weekend after another experiment had gone wrong and he’d had to deal with the mess, so he wasn’t in the mood to meet new people. But he did have a job he didn’t want to be fired from, so he sighed and turned around. An older woman from the office was running after him, papers in her hand falling and trailing behind her as she ran. He quickly ran back to meet her and grab some of the discarded papers. He did his best to put on his friendly customer service voice that he used with people who didn’t dislike him (yet). “Hi! What’s, uh, what’s so urgent?” “Oh nothing much, just a couple new students in your class! I figured you’d be meeting them in an hour or so, so you’d want to know a bit about them first!” She smiled, handing him the papers and swiftly walking back to her office.

Quackity opened the first folder and registered the names. “oh no fucking way…” he muttered to himself. Schlatt. Both of the boys names were Schlatt. He flipped a couple more pages. Both of them were only 16. 16! They both were privately homeschooled, but were commuting to the university specifically for his class. As he continued his increasingly frantic walk to his office, he looked through more of the papers to find what he was looking for. The tests.

The first one was in messy handwriting and a goddamn glitter pen. What the fuck. The name signed at the top was “Tubbo Schlatt,” and right next to the name was a teachers handwriting with his grade: an 83.9%. Far more than the 70% needed to get him an interview with Quackity for enrollment, and barely higher than the needed 80% to get him an automatic enrollment. That wasn’t possible. Maybe the test was flubbed, maybe the questions weren’t as hard as he remembered. He skimmed through the test, and though the writing wasn’t steady, it was legible. Every question was exactly as hard as he thought it was, and the score was correct.

He went to the next student. This one apparently chose a dark red pen (why the fuck didn’t these kids have normal pens), and thank god his handwriting was better. “Tommy Schlatt,” and right next to his name, his grade: 100%. Quackity was back at his office by the time he registered the score. He sat at his desk and read it again. Then he painstakingly went through the test with far more patience than he’d taken with the previous one and read every question and every answer. And to his astonishment, not only was every answer right, every answer was written with a level of intelligence he’d never seen if anyone that age (except maybe himself; there was a reason he was teaching at a university at only 24 years old).

Looking at the records of the test, both boys were in different rooms to take them and all electronics were stripped from them, so there couldn’t have been cheating. Tubbo took 2 hours and 45 minutes to finish his, and Tommy took just under 2 hours. Who the fuck was this kid??

“You looking at my test score?” a british voice asked, scaring the shit out of Quackity. He flipped his head up and was face to face with two teenagers, one leaning confidently against his desk and one hung back by the doorway. The one leaning on his desk was tall with striking blue eyes and curly blonde hair. He wore a smug grin and stared at Quackity with a level of authority no child should think they have. The one behind him was much shorter with a very familiar shade of dark brown hair bleached blonde near the ends and a similar smug grin. Or, well, Quackity assumed it was. He had bangs that came down well past his eyes, covering them completely. Quackity was sure that under the bangs, the latter looked exactly like his father, but the former definitely didn’t. Maybe he was adopted, but it certainly wasn’t his business to ask. Both of them were wearing the formal school uniforms, suit jackets, ties, button up shirts and slacks, but neither of them were wearing them correctly.

Blondie had his formal jacket tied around his waist and was missing his tie completely, and the brunette, while he was at least wearing his jacket, had it fully unbuttoned with the under shirt buttoned poorly and both sets of sleeves pulled up to his elbows, missing the tie as well. Both of them, if they were full time students, would get in trouble, but given that Quackity was their only teacher, it was probably up to him to correct what his superiors would call “rebellious behavior.” Good thing he didn’t give a shit.

“You find any mistakes yet?” The blonde boy continued, “Or are you gonna have to admit I’m as smart as my dad told you I’d be?” Quackity stared back. No fucking way was he about to admit defeat to a 16 year old. “We’ll see. Tommy, right?” Quackity responded, doing his best to not show how shocked he’d been upon seeing the test. The blonde boy, Tommy, nodded. Quackity continued. “That was only the entrance exam. I’ll admit you’re smart, but we’ll see if you have what it takes. Now, why exactly are you here almost an hour early?” “Well…we, uh wanted to make a good first impress-“ “We were bored as fuck and had nothing better to do than scare the shit out of you.” The bleached hair one, Tubbo, interrupted. “No!” Tommy shouted swiveling to turn to his brother, “No! That’s definitely not it!” He said glaring at the shorter boy who just shrugged. Tommy huffed and turned back to Quackity, his smug look coming back as soon as he looked his teacher in the eye, trying to look as cool as possible and failing. “We’ll be going now. Have to figure out the layout of the school and whatnot. We look forward to seeing you in class.” And with that, he turned and left, the boy behind him following and showing Quackity an L with his fingers as he left.

Quackity sighed. What weird kids.

***

“Tom, my battery’s low.” “Well, that seems like a you problem, now doesn’t it. Not my fault when you forget to charge.” “It’ll be your problem when you have to drag my sorry and dead ass back to the house.” Tubbo retorted, walking a few steps ahead of Tommy while kicking a stone down the road. Tommy sighed. “Fine, we’ll take the long way so no one sees you recharge.” He said, handing Tubbo a cordless charger. Tubbo smiled and grabbed it as they walked from the public sidewalk to a secluded path through the woods that lead to their house. Tubbo pulled his hair up, exposing his eyes, cold and lifeless. Human looking, but just barely wrong enough to trigger an uncanny valley reflex in most people. He wasn’t perfect, no android was, but he was close enough. After all, he covered his eyes pretty easily whenever he had to be around humans.

Tubbo tied his bangs back and popped out his right eye, exposing the usb port beneath it. He easily plugged the portable charger in and shoved his eye in his school pants, continuing the walk like nothing was wrong. It didn’t take long to get back to the house, the sleek matte rich asshole vibe of it greatly contrasting with the forest surrounding it. Walking through the door, they noticed Schlatt on their couch, scrolling through Twitter before he heard the door click shut behind them. “Well,” he started, getting up and coming over to them, “how was your first day of school?” “Great!” Tubbo immediately chimed in. “We totally crushed Big Q’s class, and I got permission to go to the gym during a break and use their equipment!” “Yeah, and he wasted most of his battery.” Tommy interjected, gesturing to the wire coming out of his eye socket. “Yeah, I was gonna ask about that. Wanna recharge in my room? I can grab a couple extra controllers so we can all play GTA.” Schlatt asked, both boys immediately agreeing and beginning to head towards his room.

Schlatt was a newer model, which was a bit awkward since he’d been around for less time than the boys but had to play their dad in public. But since he was programmed to act older, it never proved to be much of an issue, and was more a running gag than anything else. He was much less uncanny than Tubbo, but at the cost that his face couldn’t move as naturally, making him always appear kinda angry, but that was fine. Plenty of humans have resting bitch faces. But when they weren’t pretending to be a normal human family, Schlatt was just another friend, if not older brother figure. Tommy and Tubbo both loved his company.

But God forbid there be a moment of peace in their house.

“Tommy! Here, to my office!” They heard a call from the top of their steps. All three of them froze. Schlatt and Tubbo shot Tommy a look of concern before he sighed and shooed them off, assuring them that he’d get back when he could. So, they continued moving while Tommy went where he was called. When he got there, the office was as looming and threatening as ever. It was built like a supervillains lair, but with less torture devices and more binders full of money and stolen ideas. The man at the desk was none other than Wilbur Soot. Charismatic business man, robotics specialist, and the owner of the house and everyone in it. Tommy stepped up to the desk where Wilbur sat staring at a computer screen. “You needed something, Wil?”

“Why yes, Tommy, I did,” he said in a fake sweet, syrupy tone that he used when he didn’t want to address an issue right away. Great. Tommy wasn’t sure what he could’ve done wrong, but he knew the second that fake lilt was gone, he was gonna get it. “How was your first day of school? Anything odd happen? Anyone suspect anything?” “No, of course not.” Tommy was quick to answer, because he was right. They had all perfectly played the roles Wilbur had told them to play. “Great…then tell me why Schlatt got this email from an office worker: ‘We’d like to inform you that your child, Tommy Schlatt, had a perfect score on one of the toughest entry exams our school has to offer. We wish to meet with you to talk about potential offers with our university in the future and scholarship opportunities.’” Wil finished, the fake friendliness from his voice gone. Tommy, though proud of himself, knew that Wilbur couldn’t be happy with him.

“Wil, i swear i didn’t mean to! It’s just..the questions were easy! I knew them! How was I supposed to just-“ “You were supposed to get in, not draw unnecessary attention to yourself by being the best!” “So what if I’m the best! I-“ “For the love of God, Tommy, shut up!!” Wilbur yelled, smacking his hands on his desk. “You only have one task here: find out how to get at Alex Quackity. That’s it! That man has the means to make us millions if we can steal his ideas and you’re going to blow that opportunity before we even get it! I’m not expecting you to learn, or stay there, or have fun. You and Tubbo are there on a mission. Nothing more.” He stood from his desk and leaned closer to Tommy. “You wouldn’t be here without me. I made you everything you are today and believe me, I can take it all away. Do you want that?” Tommy stood silent like he always did when Wilbur yelled, like a switch in his brain clicked off. He shook his head. Wilbur sighed and sat back in his chair, staring down at his desk. Then, when Wilbur didn’t have anything else to say, Tommy turned to leave.

“Tommy, one more thing.” Wilbur said, and Tommy, ever obedient, stopped. “That test, your 100%; you didn’t cheat, did you?” Tommy shook his head, not even nothing to turn back to Wilbur. Wil huffed and waited a few seconds. “…I certainly got lucky with you, didn’t I.” He said, and he turned away back to his work. Tommy left.

#yeah ok this is kinda boring for the first story in this au #but characters need introducing!! #a LOT more will be explained about these 4 but please send asks or theatrics or headcanons! i love reading them!!? #<- ignore the question mark #ANYWAY #more stories soon i hope #this is the start of ✨the plot✨ #cyncerity #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #yes i know there’s technically no g/t in this chapter but #there will be later i promise #it’s a g/t au so i’m still using the tags #Flubber AU