#nah but seriously happy holidays

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Happy Feast of the Winter Star!!! I got my gorgeous, wonderful husband Elliott this year, so of course I'm going to give him some delicious crab cakes that I baked him because they're his favorite thing! Goodness, I wonder who my gifter is! I hope it's Granny Evelyn with an elusive tea set i've been eyeing-

Oh, hi Vincent. Fancy seeing you here. You're giving me my gift? Well thank you... I wonder what it could be... It-It's a hunk of clay....thaaaanks....

#nah but seriously happy holidays #stardew valley #stardew elliott #feast of the winter star #stardew vincent #stardew farmer #sdv #vincent is a little piece of trash #i'm not sorry

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Teacher - Chapter III

Frank Castle x Inexperienced F!Reader

Summary: Frank invites you to hang out with him at a bar on the outskirts of town. After some good food, and lots of teasing, you get invited back to his place to take care of the problem you caused him.

Warnings: age gap (reader is in her early 20s), mentions of drinking and smoking, cursing, grinding, detailed handjob sorry, slight praise kink

Author's Note: I am so incredibly sorry for how long it took for this chapter to come out!! I had a lot of life issues that delayed this, but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out so please accept this super long chapter as my apology/holiday gift!! And if you want to be added to the tag list just let me know. As always, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated :) Leave a comment or shoot me an ask!! I'd love to hear what you think!

Word Count: 9k

Previous Chapters: I, II

“So I was thinkin’… Said you didn’t get many experiences even after high school, right?” Frank asks. His voice slightly muffled through the phone, which is wedged between your ear and your shoulder as you drag the spatula over the food you’re cooking on the stove. He had randomly rang you out of the blue and, after attempting to control your breathing, you answered the call. This was what he chose to greet you with and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t confused by the topic of conversation.

“Good morning to you too,” you tease, the food sizzling as you flip it in the pan. “But no, I haven’t. Why? What’s up?” you question.

“There’s this bar on the edge of town,” he begins his offer. “Little bit of a drive but they got good food,” he explains. 

“Tempting…” you trail off, trying not to immediately agree just because it’s Frank. “Who all is coming?”

“Just me,” he replies. “That alright?”

“Yeah!” Your answer is too loud and far too fast to be playing it cool. After cursing yourself mentally, you try again. “Yeah, I was just wondering if it was a whole… get-together thing.” Your voice grows quiet at the end, not wanting to plant the idea in his head that you’d prefer it if there were more people.

Honestly, you were surprised he was reaching out this soon after the bonfire. It was one of the best nights of your life. Whenever you think about it, there’s this warmth that rushes through you; you’re not sure if the heat was from the big flames or his strong chest you laid against all night.

“Nah, just me. Just thought it would be somethin’ you might like,” you push the spatula around in the teflon pan as he speaks. “Plus it’s another thing off the list, right?”

“Yeah, it is! Thanks, Frank,” you say cheerily as you turn the burner off and open the cupboards to grab two plates.

“No problem, kid. Just thought about you, y’know?” You sink your teeth in your lower lip to calm yourself down before another thought comes to mind.

“Oh! When are we going?”

“Tonight,” he answers nonchalantly and your eyes grow wide. “If you’re free.”

You seriously weren’t expecting him to want to see you only two days since you two were last together. In your head, Frank is so calm and collected and you’re practically certain that this… thing you two have going on isn’t as big of a deal to him as it is to you. Still, you try not to question too much why he actually seems to enjoy having you around. Instead, you decide to just take the good as it comes.

“I am, I can do tonight. But I’m not sure I have something to wear. Is it like a club? Should I dress up or is it more jeans and—?” You don’t even realize when your voice picks up in speed and the questions fly out faster than you intend for them to, but Frank is quick to center you out of the beginning of your spiral.

“Just wear somethin’ cute, alright? I’ve seen some of your outfits, sweetheart, you’ll be fine.” You bite the inside of your cheek at his comment and inhale deeply before sighing. “I’ll pick you up at six, okay?” You hum an agreement as he confirms the time and say a goodbye before hanging up.

As you pull the phone away from your ear, you see an incoming text from your best friend drop down from the top of the screen.

“I’m two minutes away! I can’t wait to hear everything.”

That night when you got home from the bonfire, she had sent many texts in hopes of finding out the reasoning behind the newfound closeness between you and Frank. In your exhausted and slightly inebriated state, you told her that you would have her over Saturday morning to explain it all to her. You were much too tired to string the words together and you also know how she can tend to put her own emotions onto words; the last thing you needed was for her to hear the little arrangement you and Frank have and blow it out of proportion.

You set the table as you wait for her, making sure to leave a mug beside her plate for her tea that tends to be the staple of her breakfast. By the time the food is divvied up for each of you, there’s an impatient knock at the door. You shake your head with a smile as you open the door and she’s pushing past you as the questions immediately begin to roll off her tongue.

After guiding her to the small dining table in the kitchen, you watch her sit down and her eyes never stray from you. Her voice continues to fill the air as she talks over herself; there’s no distinct end to one sentence and the beginning of the next. By the time you’re sitting beside her and about to dig into your meal she finally covers her mouth, stopping all the enthusiastic queries she desperately wants to know.

“I’m gonna let you talk,” she mumbles behind her palms. You laugh at her attempts to force herself to be quiet and pick up a forkful of your food.

“I promise you it’s not as exciting as you think it is,” you warn her before popping the food in your mouth.

You start at the beginning—trying to skim over the details of your not-so-controlled crush on Frank as well as the more heated parts of the things you two have done together. Excited gasps fill the space surrounding the dining table and you watch as her eyes go wide when you mention it was his idea. Her mouth gets the better of her though and she begins to ask more questions while you speak. You make sure to answer all of them in time, save for a few chuckles here and there, before finishing your last bite.

“I actually have a question for you now,” you start again, watching as confusion washes over her features. “Frank called me this morning and he wants to take me out to this bar he likes. I just don’t know what to wear and I was hoping… you could help me?” You hesitantly look up to face her and you’re met with a beaming grin.

“Is this a date?! Is this the first one? Are you going back to his place after?” You shake your head once again as the sudden influx of questions fill the air.

“No, it’s not a date. I mean… I don’t think it is?” you let your thought process be shown aloud and watch as her giddy expression comes back to the surface. “It’s not! We’re just friends and he’s doing me a favor. I’m sure of it.” You decide then and there that you can’t afford to hold out hope and expect more than what he’s given you—which is already so much.

She raises her eyebrows up from behind the rim of her mug and you scoff at her knowing look. You brush your hand through your hair and try your hardest to not let your anxiety creep in about the idea of being on a proper date with Frank Castle.

And so together the two of you spend the afternoon diving through your closet together for something that could fit. It felt similar to a movie montage where the teenage girls toss different colorful fabrics through the air. With a growing pile on the floor of your bedroom, she gasps once you stand in the completed outfit.

“That’s the one!” she says excitedly before tugging you towards the bathroom. “Time for makeup!” She eagerly pats for you to sit on the counter while searching through your, admittedly limited, makeup bag. Doing the best with what she’s got, she gets to work on the eyeshadows and blush, finishing up with a curl of your eyelashes and combing mascara through them. You always loved how focused she got when it was time for something special; her tongue pokes past her lips as she concentrates, her eyes squinting to get the very last detail to sit right.

Once she’s satisfied, she spins you around to see yourself in the mirror and you’re actually surprised at how nice it all came together. You’re wearing an oversized, comfy jumper, tights that line your legs, and a black skirt that accentuates your frame. It’s not too fancy, but the black tights make your outfit more sleek and you silently hope that Frank will like it. As you fluff your hair up to give it some more volume, you thank her behind a wide smile.

A buzz of excitement rushes through you as you wait by the front door and hear the heavy revving from the engine of Frank’s van. You physically shake your arms in an attempt to let go of some of the nerves that built up and your friend gives you a quick hug.

“You got it, baby!” she encourages sweetly. “Have fun!” she calls out as you slip past the door. Making your way down your porch steps, you hear her shout something else from behind you. “Don’t do anything stupid!”

You chuckle at her warnings and make your way to the big, black van. You open the door and find Frank sitting with his elbow on his armrest and his head in his palm as he turns to face you. You stand there for a moment and await his initial reaction to your outfit. His eyes widen slightly before they rake over your boy, his lips parting as he takes it all in.

He brushes his thumb along the defined line of his jaw before sinking his teeth into his lower lip. His eyes settle on the small slit of the skirt that rests high on your thigh. There’s a pause for a moment before he finally speaks up.

“Told you you’d find somethin’ cute.” He fixes his posture and gives you a smile as you roll your eyes and sit in the passenger seat. Being with him felt easy now—of course there’s still the butterflies, which you’re expecting to make a permanent home in your stomach any day now, but it’s mostly when you’re about to see him. When you’re actually in his presence, it all fades away and you love how comfortable he makes you feel.

If you had told yourself a few weeks ago that you’d be on a half hour car ride with Frank Castle to the outskirts of town, she probably would’ve brushed it off as some sick joke. But here you are, sitting beside him and watching as he flips through radio stations until he settles on a classic rock song. You enjoyed getting to discover little pieces of him the more time you spent with him.

As he drives under the lamp posts longing the winding roads, you watch as the passing lights illuminate his face before it’s cloaked in shadows of the night once again. Each time you move underneath them, light showcases his features in a warm glow for mere moments at a time. You think your new favorite thing might be when the gleam seeps into the small dip in the bridge of his nose. That small highlight makes you smile and he catches it as he turns to look at you once you’re stopped at a red light.

“What is it?” he questions, his eyes squinting slightly as he looks at you. With a shake of your head, you face back to the light strung up in the air. His gaze doesn’t leave the side of your face though, and you know he’ll want an answer.

“This is just nice,” you shrug your shoulders. “Thank you for thinking of me,” you add. You want to make sure he knew how happy you were to be doing this, despite your quiet nature due to your fear of somehow screwing this up with your words.

“Haven’t even done anything,” he laughs softly.

“Well, I’m still enjoying myself,” you reply in a gentle tone. Frank doesn’t say anything more as he continues to look at you. The light changes and a green glow washes over your face, queuing him to face the open road once again. You glance down as his hand moves to the gear shift, trying not to focus too long on how the veins in his hand are accentuated as he curls his fingers around the knob.

Frank speaks up again after a moment and you quickly recenter your attention. He engages you in some light conversation and pretty soon you’re laughing along to his comedic storytelling. You don’t even realize you’ve arrived until he’s put the car in park and turns the key off in the ignition. Looking out from behind the glass in front of you, you see the neon lights surrounding the big, bold letters of the name of the bar. It shines brightly in the night sky and acts as a small beacon in the dark parking lot.

You look up at the sound of the driver side door closing and realize Frank has left the car. You reach for your bag that’s resting on the floor between your feet and by the time you move for the handle, he’s opening your door for you. It’s the first time you’re able to truly take him in. He’s wearing a pair of nicely fitting blue jeans and a grey jacket, complete with the black boots you’ve never seen him without. You can’t tell what he’s wearing under the thick material that conceals his chest though, and you find yourself hoping it’s something tighter and hugs his torso.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod in response. “Alright, watch your step,” he warns and you feel his hand bracing your upper arm as you hop out from the slightly lifted van. Once you’re secure on the ground, the two of you begin making your way towards the entrance. As you pass by the cars parked in organized rows under dim lamplights, you begin to make out the few scattered people smoking and even spot a couple sharing a cigarette just outside the main doors.

Once inside the building, he shrugs off the jacket and you can finally piece together his outfit. Frank’s broad shoulders stretch the fabric of the dark blue button up shirt. It’s tucked into his denim pants and secured with a black belt. He fits the attire of everyone else here in the bar, but still stands over a head taller than the rest—not to mention infinitely more attractive. You try desperately to rip your eyes away from him, and in doing so, take in the scenery of the pub.

The bar is crowded but not so occupied that you can’t move. The loud, overlapping voices meld to create a soft droning that accompanies the background. It doesn’t stand a chance to the band though, whose loud amplifiers cause a shake in your chest with each note they strum. Polished wood lines the walls and there’s photographs of smiling people decorating them, forever cherished behind glass frames. It feels oddly homey, admittedly impressive for a place you’ve never stepped foot into before tonight.

You accidentally bump into Frank and he steadies you with his large hands on your waist. He’s staring down at you with a subtle smile on his face. He begins to talk but you don’t have the slightest clue what he’s saying; the song that’s playing is far too loud to hear the lower tone of his voice. Shaking your head with a frown, you let him know you can’t understand him and his smile grows wider. He then leans down, his fingers brushing your hair away from your ear before he speaks.

“Asked if you wanted to eat,” he starts, his breath immediately warming the side of your neck. With just those few words, it feels like all the other noise falls away. All you can focus on is the rumble in his voice and how the words feel as if they dance down your spine. “I’m starving,” he adds, and you’re certain your new headspace gave his words a different context than he intended.

He pulls away for your response and all you can muster up is a slow blink and a delayed nod. There’s no cocky smirk at your expression and you wonder if maybe he decided to spare you the embarrassment this time. He promptly turns and you fall in line beside him, letting him guide you around the crowd. His palm finds its way to your lower back as he leads you and just like that, your heart picks up in pace once more.

You’ve only seen the same small movement depicted in movies and you can now safely say that experiencing it is so much more exhilarating. Part of you is frustrated that such an insignificant touch can make you this excited, but Frank’s charm has a tremendous effect on you. Still, you tell yourself it’s the anticipation of his hand being elsewhere on your body that riles you up.

His hand stays put until the two of you reach a booth lining the back wall. There’s a small lamp that bathes the whole table in a warm glow and you and Frank place your things down before sliding into the long seats. As you stare at him from across the table, you watch as his eyes scan the crowd and then the main stage as he focuses on the band. They’re currently playing a cover of a classic rock song and Frank smiles as he nods his head to the music.

“This place is nice,” you raise your voice slightly to be heard over the music. He turns to face you and his smile grows wider.

“Yeah? You like it?” His question is accompanied by your own nod and he continues. “I’m sure there’s fancier ones close to town, but I’ve been coming here for years and they’ve always been good.”

He raises his hand in the air, tilting his head up and leaning to the side as if to catch someone’s attention. You follow his line of sight and look over your shoulder to see a woman with a black apron tied around her waist. She looks slightly past you as a grin covers her face and walks over to your table quicker than you expected.

“Frank?! What are you doing here?” Her voice is already grating and she’s only said a handful of words. Her tone is drawn out, almost flirtatiously, and she stands closer to him than you would’ve liked.

“Just showing her around,” he answers simply. He looks at you and when the waitress does the same, her face falls. You muster up an awkward smile and try to shake off the weird look she gives you. “She’s never been here before, you think we could get some menus?”

“Sure thing,” she mumbles, stepping away only to return a moment later with two long, laminated sheets of paper. She drops them to the table and you spare yourself the trouble of looking at her again.

“She sure seems to like you,” you speak up once she’s left. Frank scoffs before grabbing a menu and shaking his head. “Did you see the way she looked at me? What did I do?” You ask with a frown, wondering if you did something unintentionally.

“She’s probably just pissed cause you’re sitting with me and she’s not,” he answers with a sigh. He flips the paper around and you notice the way his eyes dart around the page. His answer wasn’t very reassuring though, and you still feel the tension in your body. As you scan the small print of the menu in your hands, you can feel his gaze on you. You try to shake the disappointment and to make it less obvious that what she said affected you, but you’re not certain how good of an actress you are.

“Y’know what?” he speaks up after a few seconds. You raise your face to him as he continues, “I know this place a couple of blocks down? Best god damn beer I’ve had.” His hand disappears under the table and a moment later you see his fingers curled around his jacket. “It’s German! You haven’t tried that one before.” He leans across the table before whispering, “You’re gonna hate it.”

His attempts at distracting you work well and you can’t help the laughter escaping you at the final thing he said. Frank’s own crooked smile returns at your reaction and a softness settles into his brown eyes.

“There she is,” he mumbles once he sees your regular self bubble back up to the surface. You bring in a deep breath and choose to shake off any residual awkwardness you felt from before.

“No, no it’s okay. We can stay here.” You finish your sentence and look back towards the music before facing him. His hands are empty now as he continues to stare at you and you feel confident in your choice to stay.

After looking over the endless list of drinks, burgers, and other appetizers, you read a description of a sandwich that makes your stomach rumble to life. You immediately decide on it without a second thought and smile up at Frank, watching him run his finger across the page between two options and looking quite indecisive.

Before long, the ill behaved waitress is back to take down your order. You pick your sandwich, remembering to take off the toppings you aren’t too fond of, add in an order of fries, and your usual favorite drink to top it off. With a hesitant glance up, you see her scribbling down your order on the small notepad in her hand. Her expression is twisted up as if she smelled something foul and you feel that uneasy feeling settling in once more.

“I’ll have the same as my date here,” Frank answers before she can ask about his meal. He gently taps the two menus on the tabletop before handing them over to her. His lips part as his eyes drag over your features and you notice the way they stop for a little longer than they should when they reach your mouth.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You weren’t sure if he said it just to get under her skin or not but part of you didn’t really care. He said it regardless and that made a smile carve its way onto your face. An annoyed scoff is heard from above and you see a hand come into view to snatch the menus away from Frank. He never looked away from you once.

The moment the food arrives, you’re excitedly grabbing your sandwich and lifting it to your mouth. As your teeth sink into the toasted bread, the flavor hits your tongue and a satisfied moan escapes you. Frank is quick to lift his eyes at the sound, his eyebrows raising as he takes in the scene in front of him. You raise your hand to your mouth and begin to grow bashful at the look on his face.

“Sorry!” You apologize, your voice muffled behind your palm. “It was just really good,” you explain once you swallow your food down.

“Don’t gotta apologize for that, kid,” he replies through his own raspy chuckle. You bite your lip and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before reaching for the fries in your basket next.

The two of you dig into your identical meals and make some easy conversation in between bites here and there. You’re honestly impressed with how good the sandwich is and you’re glad you picked it out of the infinite number of items on the menu. Frank wasn’t lying when he said he loved this place. You watch him look up from his meal every now and then with a big smile on his face as he moves his head to the beat of the music. His energy was infectious and you found yourself tapping your toes along too. 

“Y’know,” he speaks up after finishing the last bite of his sandwich. At the sound of his voice, you begin to look up to his face, but your eyes latch on to something else. Frank sucks his fingers clean of the salt from his fries, his lips pursing as his cheeks hollow, and you immediately lose any grip you had on controlling your thoughts around him.

“When we ordered I saw your beer on the menu.” You hear his words but they have absolutely no meaning, no way of stringing them together to make a continuous thought as you watch him suck the seasonings from his thumb. You begin to feel a sense of injustice at the fact that those fingers weren’t where you desperately wanted them to be. With a pout, you look back to his gaze and see the confusion clear in his eyes.

“What?” you blurt out, finally remembering he had spoken and that you hadn’t processed anything he had said. He scoffs before shaking his head, his smirk spreading wide across his face before he speaks again.

“Said they have the beer you like here,” he repeats himself, his cocky grin a clear indicator that he saw how you froze up at sight just moments ago.

“I’m actually good tonight,” you say confidently. Reaching for your glass, you take a sip of your drink and hold his gaze as you stare at him from under your eyelashes. He sits back against the cushion of the booth and his eyebrows pull together as he thinks about what you said.

“Yeah?” he asks, squinting his eyes at you.

“Mhm, not letting a few beers stop me from what I wanna do after this,” you explain. You’ve never felt more frustrated than when he stopped you from kissing on his neck. You understood why he did it, and are actually very thankful he didn’t want it to go further, but the disappointment coursed through you all the same.

“Hmm? And what exactly is that?” he questions as the band finishes up the song they had been playing. Your eyes follow the noise as the crowd erupts into whistles and claps, applauding the musicians. When you finally look back over, Frank’s in the same position. It’s like he never looked away from you—hell, you’re not sure if he even blinked.

You don’t answer him though and make up your mind to keep him on the edge of his seat. Instead, you smile sweetly before picking up a fry from your basket and popping it past your lips. 

He gives you a knowing look, but doesn’t pry. Perhaps he was looking forward to the surprise of it all. You only hope you can remain as confident as you feel now so you can properly act out your plan. Before long, he swallows down his last french fry and Frank speaks up with a question.

“You wanna go dance?” Your whole body freezes at the mere thought of attempting to dance, not to mention the added nerves of doing it in a crowded room with Frank Castle standing witness. But as you look out onto the dance floor full of moving bodies, you realize most of them are probably far too intoxicated to really pay attention to you. Deciding to push past the initial fear, and wanting to be fully present with him and have fun, you nod and scoot out of the booth.

Frank stands in front of you and his hand soon comes into view of your eyeline. You place your hand in his and feel his fingers curl around your palm as you brace your weight on him and rise to your feet. You stand on your toes and motion for him to come closer so you can speak into his ear.

“Just so you know, I’m a terrible dancer,” you say after he’s tilted his head towards you.

“What part of me screams that I’m a good one?” he asks, and you chuckle at his joke. He smiles down at your laughter and nods his head behind him, letting you know he’s going to the dancefloor.

Frank keeps a hold of your hand as he leads you through the crowd. His broad body splits the sea of bodies as he walks and you follow close enough behind him to squeeze past them as well. There’s blue hues from the dim lights that shine over the people, but other than that you can’t see much beside their moving feet. He must’ve gotten to a clearing where there’s not as many people bumping into one another, because he stops walking and turns to you.

You’re sort of frozen still for a moment as the reality of it is beginning to creep in. But then Frank starts to shimmy his shoulders and you can’t help but break into a wide grin. Just like that, you’re thawed. The awkwardness you felt is starting to leave you as you begin to loosen up in front of him.

The band plays a fun, upbeat song that you don’t recognize, but he seems to be making the moves up as he goes along. You follow his direction, copying him but still keep some distance, trying to slowly shake off those nerves that are still lingering around. Suddenly, Frank does a move that you can’t even begin to describe with words alone and you burst into laughter as you watch him. Holding your stomach, you shake your head at him and he begins to laugh too. 

The band then retires from the stage, saying their farewells as the crowd applauds and whistles. Frank claps along with the rest of them and you cup your hands around your mouth to give a small cheer. You really enjoyed their set and wouldn’t mind coming back here again to watch them play once more.

Once the stage is clear, music begins to play over the speakers and Frank’s face lights up. His excitement is clear after just the first few notes.

“God, this takes me back,” his wide grin causes his eyes to squint up. You smile up at him, happy at his enjoyment, but you can’t help your head from tilting to the side confusedly.

“You haven’t heard this before?” he asks incredulously and you shake your head. “It’s literally my favorite song, how do you not know this?”

“When did it come out?” you ask, and watch him look up as he starts to think.

“Must’ve been… right after graduation, I think?” He does the math for a moment longer before answering with the year it was released. The answer has you fighting back a giggle as you stare at him awkwardly.

“Frank, I wasn’t born until two years later,” you answer honestly, and the look on his face is priceless.

“Jesus Christ…” he replies, dragging his hand down his face. You begin to worry now, wondering if you shouldn’t have brought up that point. He must’ve caught a glance at your anxious frown because he’s quick to explain himself.

“You’re fine just… my back hurt when you said that.” His hand comes to the back of his neck to emphasize his point and your smile finds its way back to your lips.

Despite the initial embarrassment you ran into after being reminded again of the gap in age between you and Frank, you found yourself really enjoying the song. He was honest when he said it was one of his favorites. You’ve never seen him this lively before and you love being able to soak up every minute of it. He’s so animated as he dances, holding you close to him with his hand secured at your back. The lines to the song fall past his lips like muscle memory as his forehead presses to yours.

You can’t stand being this close to him. Your whole body feels like it’s been shot with a current of electricity and you’re desperately wanting him to stop singing and put his mouth to yours. He might have a sixth sense—or simply just picked up on the timing—because his lips are on yours a second later. He kisses you deeply, his tongue brushing your lower lip for a moment before you eagerly let him in. Your head tilts to the side as you kiss him back and your arm wraps around his wide shoulders to ensure you’ll have your fill.

All too soon he’s breaking the kiss and you immediately suck your bottom lip behind your teeth to savor the feeling of him. He suddenly lifts his arm into the air and cues you to spin. You twirl under his hand with a huge grin and then he yanks you in for the finish, timing it so that your back is to his chest when you land against him. His same palm immediately finds your hip and tightens to keep you flush to him. His opposite hand travels down the length of your torso, his index finger tracing your side as he moves.

He begins to whisper the lyrics against your ear and you can’t bring yourself to focus on their meaning. He’s all over you and it’s making you feel dizzy, as if you’re drunk on his scent alone. Each pass of his finger along your ribs alights a fire at your side and you try to keep up as he begins rocking you from side to side to the rhythm of the song. His breath warms the entire side of your face and neck with each word he whispers. You fall under his spell and roll your head to the side at the feeling of his warmth all over.

When the song starts to fade and a new one begins overlapping it, you’re left with a bittersweet feeling; part of you never wanted to leave that moment and would gladly listen to that song on loop for the rest of your life, but the other half of you was almost frightened at how easily you turned to putty in his hands. You felt the need to have a better grasp on yourself, especially if you wanted to stay courageous for what you had planned for tonight.

The mix of two songs smoothen down into one and you instantly recognize the slow, sexy bassline that’s pumping through the speakers overhead. You’re not sure what came over you. Perhaps you wanted to prove to someone that you’re not that same timid, little girl. Whatever it was that coursed through your veins, you’re thankful that it gave you the strength to grab his large palm and put it back into place at your hip. You use the extra support to push your ass back into him, making sure to press hard enough until you feel the bulge in his jeans.

Frank doesn’t show any reaction except for his fingers tightening into your skin as if you were a lifeline. You smile as you continue to grind into him, your hips following the similar movements he taught you just a few days prior. Facing away from him gives you the extra boost of confidence needed to perform this act, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t kill to see the look on his face right now.

With each push of your ass against the denim fabric, you feel the heat of his bulge so close to where your own warmth had started to pool. This felt good and you felt pride surging through your chest once you realized exactly what you were doing.

And then his arm crosses your chest and pulls you flat against him once more. His forearm is pressed against your collarbones and you feel your breath hitch at the hold he has you in. With a shaky inhale, you swallow down the lump in your throat and wait for him to speak.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” the tip of his nose brushes the curve of your ear and you try your damndest to not let your body double over. “Someone’s getting confident, huh?” His arm begins to slowly drop from across your chest, and instead reaches your lower stomach. From there, he applies pressure until you’re as close as you could be to him.

“You feel that? Hmm?” There’s an undeniable hardness under the thick layers of fabric. It doesn't feel as big as the last time he got turned on from you, but it’s still noticeable. “That’s all you,” he finishes with a lower tone of voice before taking half a step back and leaving you to sit with his words.

It takes you a moment to wrap your head around this entire situation. It’s abundantly clear that the mood has changed from light laughter and awful dance moves to something more sultry. You can feel the warmth slowly spreading between your legs and it leaves you with a buzz that makes you feel like your movements are slowed. When you turn around to finally face him, he’s already staring down at you expectedly.

“Why don’t we get outta here?” he asks, deep voice blending in with the booming bass. You nod at him and it feels like you’re moving in molasses. The dull, blue light from above catches his face for a moment. There’s something deeper to his unreadable expression; his jaw is clenched as if he’s trying to hold something back.

Once the two of you make it back to the table, Frank reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. He thumbs through the notes before tossing a few bills onto the table. He reaches into the booth seat for his jacket and shakes it out before draping it over your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you mumble in a quiet voice.

“Don’t gotta thank me for that, sweetheart,” he shakes his head, insisting that your gratitude isn’t needed. He begins to walk towards the door with his hand in its designated spot at your lower back to help guide you once again. The chill of the night air hits you the second you step out of the building and you find yourself curling his jacket snugger around your body. His scent is stuck to the collar and it helps lessen your shivering from the cold breeze.

He walks you to your side of the van and opens the door for you to climb in. Even after he gets in and begins driving down the same winding roads, there’s not much conversation between the two of you. The tension in the car is thick and incredibly palpable. You’re indecisive about whether to break the silence or leave it untouched so as to not make it worse.

Eventually Frank pulls into his parking spot that faces the front door of his apartment. After putting the van in park and walking around to open your door once more, you take his hand and carefully step down. He unlocks the door and gets you inside quickly, trying to shield you from the chilly air. Once he flicks the lights on, you’re greeted by the familiar sight of his living room and feel that desire to touch him creep back in. Your name falls from his lips and you turn your head at the sound.

“I’m sorry if I went too far back there. I shouldn’t have—,” he begins to apologize, but you’re quick to interrupt by pressing your lips to his. A surprised grunt comes from him and you smirk into the kiss, pleased to have caught him off guard. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and begins leading you towards the couch. When you feel the back of your knees hit the curve of the cushion, you angle yourself in front of Frank and push him into the sofa below.

He looks up at you with his lips parted and his chest is noticeably bringing in deeper breaths each time he inhales. His usually soft, brown eyes have a darkened glint to them and you’re certain you’ve never seen this emotion on him before. Your pulse is racing through your own body and you swiftly straddle him with your knees on either side of his hips.

His impatient fingers grab hold of you in a way no one ever has before. The action causes a surprised gasp to fall past your lips, but it’s swallowed down by Frank who can’t seem to keep his mouth off of yours. The light stubble decorating his jaw scratches at your skin and the rough feeling does nothing but spur you on further. You begin to roll your hips into his as you fall into a familiar pattern and he uses his hold to help guide you into moving faster.

His movements are rushed and needy and it makes you feel reassured that he wants this—he wants you. That little boost to your ego has your hands tracing down his body, your palms rubbing down his strong chest, before finally reaching his belt. Your fingers search blindly for the leather and the sound of the buckle clinking sounds out in between the wet noises of your kisses.

“Woah, easy,” Frank breaks the kiss the second the sound reaches his ears. “Let’s just, uh…” he trails off and you feel his fingers gently prying yours away. “Let’s take it slow, alright?” His tone is so soft and the concern is written clearly across his features.

“Frank, please,” you try to reason with him. “I didn’t even drink tonight! And I just… last time I was all worked up and I really want to do this.” You finish with a pout as you glance up at him with pleading eyes. He swallows hard as he stares at you for a moment, probably battling something internally.

“What do you wanna do?” he asks slowly, trying to make his words clear. The question is so simple but admitting it to him makes you feel small again.

“I… I want to touch you,” you mumble, silently hoping he doesn’t ask you to be more explicit than that.

“You sure you want this?” His eyes never leave yours as he confirms your consent.

“I really do,” you reply, bringing your hand up and cupping his cheek. You brush your thumb over his skin and watch as he begins to shut his eyes and breathe deeply. “Please?”

You’re not sure if it’s the quiet plea, his own craving that’s swaying his decision, or some combination of the two, but he slowly uncurls his fingers from your wrist. You beam brightly at him and whisper a thanks as you peck him on the cheek.

“You’re still gonna have to walk me through it, Frank,” you say through a small chuckle.

He nods with an equally quiet, “I know.”

From there, he doesn’t try to deter your movements any longer. He lets you continue as you slide his belt past the metal buckle. You look up at him for reassurance and he nods his head with a smile. He takes your hand in his and pulls it to his bulge, letting you feel it properly for the first time. Excitement races through you and settles in your lower stomach as you watch your hand touch him over the denim.

“Can I take your jeans off?” Your question is met with another nod as he lets go of you. Slipping the button past the slit, you then lower the zipper past the teeth and the sound feels so loud in the otherwise silent room. You move to sit beside him and Frank helps you tug his pants down, raising his hips to lower them some more until they fall past his knees. He’s wearing a pair of dark grey boxer briefs and your eyes linger far too long on how they hug his thighs.

The thick outline stretching the fabric is enough to recenter your attention though. You start to feel the nerves coming back once you register just how big he is as he lies against his hip. You always had a feeling, given the sheer size of the man, but seeing it is a whole other experience. Thankfully, Frank doesn’t rush you as he lets you take this all in. You hesitantly move your hand over the length of him, brushing your fingers over the defined line underneath the head of his cock.

The next thing you reach for is the waistband of his boxers. You curl your fingers over the edge and tug them down, watching as more and more of his happy trail becomes exposed. He once again helps you pull them past his legs and now that he’s bare in front of you, you can’t help your eyes from widening. You had thought the bulge was big, but it was misleading; Frank is actually much larger than you had anticipated.

“What? You’ve never seen—?” He starts but you’re quick to cut him off.

“I have. I’ve seen, like, porn before but…” you find your voice leaving you as you stare between his legs. “It’s just bigger in person.” His chuckle sounds out and you raise your head to the noise only to be met by an amused smirk at your confession.

“S’not just cause it’s in person, kid,” he laughs through his words and you roll your eyes at his cockiness. You like that you can still crack jokes during a time like this and you find yourself thankful that you get to have Frank as your first introduction to sex. Feeling more relaxed, you reach forward and gently curl your fingers around his thick base.

“You can hold it tighter than that,” he speaks up after a second.

“I know,” you respond, tightening your hold on him a little more. He snorts lightly at the, apparently, subtle increase in pressure and you feel his larger hand curling around your own. His long fingers squeeze over yours, adjusting your grip on his length as he begins to move your hand up and down. He’s warm and heavy in your hand, two things you hadn’t given much thought of before now. Frank lifts your hand once more and a satisfied sigh leaves him.

The sound stirs something in your stomach and you try to swallow down your own growing arousal at the noise he’s making. He loosens his hold on you and you watch as his hands find the hem of his shirt before bunching it up and exposing the lower half of his stomach. There’s so much to look at and it’s pulling your attention in too many ways. You try to focus on him in your hand though and begin speeding up your movements.

“You can spit on it,” he speaks up after a few seconds. You turn to face him and feel your eyebrows pull together at his words.

“Like just… spit on it?” The confusion is more than likely obvious in your tone but you want to ensure that you don’t embarrass yourself with him. Not now when you’ve made it this far.

“Yeah, go for it,” he encourages gently. With one last glance at him, you lean forward and lower your head over his length. You purse your lips and part them as you let the split slowly drip until it’s sliding over his head. You watch as it runs down past the tip and Frank clears his throat.

“Shit, yeah that…” he trails off as he raises his hips slightly. “That works too.” You smile at his words and wonder if his movement was an instinctual reaction to the warmth running along the smooth skin of his cock.

With the help of the extra slick added to his length, you begin to work your hand faster on him. You know from what you’ve heard that the tip is more sensitive, so you raise your hand right underneath his head and tighten your grip. A grunt immediately falls from him and you impulsively let go of him. You face him with a worried expression and watch as he brings in a deep breath before swallowing thickly.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Just felt real damn good.” The praise in his words immediately rushes to your heart and you feel yourself swell with pride. You can’t believe you made him feel that good, but now you’re determined to see what other sounds you can pull from his pretty lips. As you focus your attention back to his cock, you see a few beads of precum beginning to bubble up at his swollen tip. You rub your thumb in circles over the slit, spreading around the proof of his pleasure, and you feel him twitch in your hold.

“Shiiiiiit,” the drawn out curse sounds raspy and you don’t stop your movements as you check once again to see his reaction. Frank’s head is tilted back slightly against the couch cushion, his mouth is parted, and his eyes are scrunched up slightly. You try your hardest to memorize this version of him. You wish you could ingrain this memory so you’ll never forget how good he looks when he’s succumbing to his pleasure.

Twisting your hand as you move it over his length, you notice the way his adam's apple bobs as he swallows down presumably another groan. You can’t resist the urge to feel even more of him, and press your lips against his neck. Lazy kisses are littered across his skin while you work your hand faster, intermittently tightening your hold on his thickness. His throat tightens as he feels the wet marks of your affection, and the next thing you feel is his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulls gently as he tugs your head up to his and he kisses down your surprised gasp, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

You’re having trouble keeping up with his movements and you realize this must be what it’s like to be kissed breathlessly. Any moment you get, you’re greedily gulping down air before he continues his ravenous attack on your lips. You never slow the speed of your hand and press yourself against his side, trying to feel more of him to satiate your need. Frank tries to break the kiss but you push against him harder, not wanting to let go for a second. But he tries again, grabbing your wrist gently and you immediately pull away with a frown.

“What did I do?” you ask in a worried tone. He’s quick to lock his eyes with yours and speaks clearly.

“You’re okay. You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he starts, and then nods down towards his lap. “I’m almost there, kid. Just wanted to warn you before it happens.” And just like that, a wide grin splits across your face. I’m making him feel that good?!

“I really wanna make you come, Frank,” you tell him honestly and you notice his cock twitch slightly as he registers your words.

“You keep talking like that and you will,” he grumbles in a low voice. His tone almost seems as if it was meant as a warning, but all it does is add to the fire in the pit of your stomach. You’re quick to reach for him again and fall back into the rhythm you established just seconds ago. With each pass of your hand you feel the veins protruding slightly through his skin and make sure to add slightly more pressure to the ring underneath his tip—he seemed to like that in particular.

“Just like that—fuck, attagirl,” he breathes through gritted teeth while he stares down at your smaller fingers wrapped snugly around him. The praise courses through you and you hide your face in his neck. You place sloppy kisses under his jaw and listen as more grunts start to fall from his parted lips. They slowly twist into a new sound and it takes you a second to realize it’s your name that’s coming out in a twisted groan. You glance down and watch as he raises his hips for a moment to chase after the feeling of you, his orgasm following soon after.

One long moan falls from him as warmth spills over your hands. You make sure not to miss a single second and don’t dare slow down or pull away. You want Frank to feel as good as possible and so you’ll drag this out for as long as you can. White begins to coat his head and the rest of his length as you continue moving over him. It isn’t until he reaches for your wrist that you take notice of the way his thigh is tense and you let go to give him some relief.

“T…That’s enough,” he pants as he speaks through uneven breathing. You mumble an apology as you snuggle into his side again, leaving the remainder of your kisses on his collarbone. His hand rubs at your back while he regains his breath and you feel him press his lips to your forehead. 

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, and you follow his gaze to the mess in his lap. His cock lies on his hip, all spent and giving a weak twitch once or twice. You don’t even try to hide the smile that grows on your face at the sight.

“Oh, you proud of yourself, huh?” he asks through a fit of chuckles. “You should be,” he holds you to his side again. “Did so fuckin’ good.” You feel another long kiss to the side of your head. Pride isn’t even a strong enough word to describe how you feel at this moment.

“Thank you, Frank,” you smile up at him.

“Thank me? Nah, you did all that,” he brushes it off just like last time. “Thank you for making me feel good, kid. You were absolutely perfect.” The warmth spreading to your cheeks makes you hide your face in his chest again. You weren’t really sure how a scene like this was supposed to normally end, but Frank doesn’t say anything more. He keeps you close in his arms and you can still hear his pulse attempting to slow in his chest. For now, you don’t want to question what comes next; for once, you’re comfortable exactly where you are.

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[kanmom51]

JK live 18 July 2023

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

So folks, I guess we can add this one to the long list of JM leaves, JK goes live, right?

What can you say about JK and this live?

Tired. Like REALLY TIRED.

A little sick.

And yet looking really happy.

Did someone say afterglow again?

This up there is from taili_jp's IG story yesterday btw.

JK being JK. Weird and quirky.

I ask you: how can this be the same man we see on stage?

The way he starts off the live with the hat on.

Why's that?

Was he trying to show us he has that hat he was seen in on their way to their Silver day dinner, was he?

I'm going with that explanation, given, as per usual, there were those claiming it's not them.

The hat comes off 1:30 minutes into the live, and most of the live is done without it on.

So yeah, I guess the hat was on for a purpose.

As mentioned in my post yesterday, JK showed up to the live in a Mihara Yasuhiro shirt. Seems to be a brand both him and JM are liking lately. JK wore another shirt from same brand and their shoes for his radio interview earlier that day, and also wore the brand for his Spotify clips, and JM wore same brand shirt for his flight back to Seoul (oh, and wore same shoes that JK did yesterday in one of his pre-Face dance clips) and several times before that too (google it, you'll see). So, either ambassadorship on the way or just a brand liked in their household. I'm going with the latter. I'd even go so far as to say that the this is JM's doing. We all know what JK's fave brand is.

A little sum up of our timeline before we start.

So yeah, JK says he really turned on Weverse live but he's really tired (told you so, lol).

Are we surprised JK didn't get much sleep last night? Really? I'd say the answer to that is

A-ha. Yep. As expected...

He starts with "whasup?" and "good to see you guys"...

He is trying, bless his heart.

Omg, and then he goes off with "woof woof woof woof", he's absolutely hilarious. But there's a background story to this, lol. He was literally barked at by the crowd at the GMA recording and later on he repeated it during the Stationhead broadcast. But god, he's so funny.

He also tries to read the comments in English. Like

and

and

Poor snively JK.

The fact that this man is going through his promotions while sick, performing while sick, spending the weekend holidaying with his partner while sick, hat off to him I say.

Lol, he likes the nasally sound to his voice.

Talking about holidaying with his partner...

Can't help but wonder if we'll hear or see JM in the next few days and just how sore his throat or runny his nose will be, lol.

What do you think? Will JM go live anytime soon?

BBC Radio 1 live lounge schedule for next week:

One of these I'm willing to bet will be JK. And I dare JM to show up live after and hype his bf up.

Guess we'll wait and see.

He says he knew the reaction would be good.

Just in case we couldn't tell he was sick and tired (not as in sick and tired of us, lol)...

Seriously, that man needed to sleep. He just couldn't stop yawning.

But I guess habits are hard to shake. You know, JM leaves JK goes live. He just couldn't help himself, lol.

I guess that was off the table given it was only around 1pm KST, lmao.

I thought I was going to rofl when he tells us how he washed up after dinner and he is feeling real refreshed looking like this:

I guess our ideas of refreshed are kind of different, lol.

Nah, but the man was so damn tired. He could barely keep his eyes open. At one point it really did look like he's going to fall asleep, again, during a live, lol.

Someone in the comments asks if there is anything fun, and he answers there is nothing fun in the room.

Well, now that JM's gone that is.

He did this:

Even if this wasn't done on purpose, as in not mimicking JM during his playlist video, it sure is a cute coincidence.

But now, what if it was?

The way he makes that sound and the way he puts down the bottle on the table, not placing it quietly, makes you think: "was he maybe, just maybe, re-enacting that part of JM's playlist video?" It wouldn't be that far fetched. The man knows JM's content off by heart. Food for thought.

JK performed Seven for us.

He's an actual menace that man, lol.

He's so overjoyed by the fact that he's singing 'fucking', lol. He is now officially an adult. Not only does he have an explicit version to his song, but he literally sang "fucking" live on Weverse.

Can you imagine JM's reaction?

Scandalous.

LMAO.

And this part here:

Followed by changing back to "loving you right"... was he telling us/ someone else (specifically the person that shows so very boldly on his hand right there) something?

OMG, and those eye exercises he was doing. He is so adorable and quirky and genuine and we are blessed that he feels that he can share himself with us.

As usual JK's sweet and thankful goodbyes to us.

Thanks to Army he is having very happy days.

Literally. With Army, because of Army (take your pick which army we are discussing here...)

It wasn't a long live. Just over 17 minutes. But once again we get to see JK, real JK. He's so real, so accessible I think is the way to put it. There is just something about him, how he talks to us, what he shares with us, how comfortable he feels to do these things with his fans, let us in the way he does. He isn't afraid to show us he's just like us, he's human and flawed and happy or sad and just let us in to see him as he is. He has this special connection with these people that are utter strangers to him, but at the same time he feels this deep love towards them.

Precious is the word I feel describes him.

He is precious.

#Jungkook #JK #JK live #JK Seven #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #JM

[sarahmysweetie]

Caring

Rafe Cameron x reader

Requested by @dylan-obrienn24 : Hello! I don’t know if you’re accepting requests but I wanted to ask if you could do a fic about y/n getting hurt or something like that and rafe gets worried and super protective over her? If not that’s okay just wanted to ask :) Happy holidays! Love your fics btw🫶🏻 

Hiii thanks so much for the request i hope you like it<3

Summary: y/n gets in a fight at a party.

Warnings: violence, cursing

The whole house is filled with music and sounds of partying. I walk across the lawn which is filled with empty beer bottles. 

“I’m gonna go grab something to drink, do you want any?” i turn around and ask my boyfriend. Rafe is talking with Topper and some other dudes. 

“Just soda, do you want me to come with you?” he turns away from Topper and grabs my hand. 

“Nah i’mma be fine, i’ll come back in a sec”, i say and smile at him. He squeezes my hand and returns to his friends. It’s Friday night and me and Rafe are at a party. I don’t even know who’s house this is, some friend’s of Topper’s. I walk in and find my way to the kitchen. I fix my tank top and slightly pull down my jeanshorts. They always roll up my thighs when i walk. Some guy is at the fridge, roaming through the different types of drinks. I see bottles of coke but he is in the way so i can’t reach them. 

“Excuse me, could you pass me two cokes?” i ask, hoping that he hears me. 

“Sure”, he says and grabs the cans. He turns around and passes them to me. 

“Thanks”, i smile and leave the kitchen. There is a girl on the couch staring at me. If a look could kill, i would be dead. 

“Hey bitch”, she says and stands up in front of me. 

“Sorry?” i ask, matching her tone. I don’t like that some random girl calls me a bitch. 

“That’s my boyfriend”, she points to the kitchen. The fridgeguy is now looking through the cabinets. What is wishing to find there? 

“Cool”, i say and try to make my way back outside but the girl steps on my way. 

“Keep your hands off of my guy”, she says, sounding drunk. 

“I don’t want your fucking guy, get outta my way”, i say staring at her eyes. She has a bottleblond hair and long blue nails. 

“I have a boyfriend you’re fucking delusional”, i say when she still doesn’t move. I try to push through her. I’m so done with her i just want to get back outside to Rafe. When i try to push her aside, she breathes in sharply and suddenly punches my face. Pain courses through me as i stagger a step back. 

“What the fuck?” i say lifting my hand to my nose. The girl looks at me a little surprised, but she doesn’t look like she regrets it. My face hurts as I look at my hand and see blood. I wipe my mouth, blood running from my nose to my lips. 

“Oh fuck you”, i lift my hands to my ears and quickly take off my dangly earrings. I throw the earrings on the table and let her taste her one medicine, punching her in the face. 

That’s when hell breaks loose. 

Normally i’m against violence but she threw the first punch. I’m not just gonna stand there and take it. People start gathering around as we push and punch each other. I pull her hair and she screams. Suddenly i see the girl’s boyfriend running from the kitchen. He pushes me and loosing my balance i fall to the floor. I quickly get up and push him. He is a big guy, so he barely even moves. Now i’m fighting against both of them. The guy slaps me as her girlfriend tries to pull my hair. I kick the girl, holding my palm against my sore cheek when i see Rafe running inside. Finally. He pushes the guy away as i manage to push the girl to the couch. I don’t want her hitting the floor and getting seriously hurt, cause then i could get in trouble. The girl doesn’t get up anymore, too drunk and tired from the fight to do so. 

“Get the fuck away from her”, Rafe says and the guy tries to punch Rafe, but my boyfriend pushes him hard. 

“Don’t even fucking try”, he spits out and rushes to me. 

“Let’s get out of here”, he says quietly and grabs my hand. 

“I need my earrings”, i nod to the table with my head, pain coursing through my body. I can feel my cheek getting swollen and my nose bleeding. Rafe grabs my earrings from the table and gently holding my wrist he pulls me to the front door. 

“Two on one, fucking fair”, he shouts to them as we walk out of the house. He leads me back to the car, still holding my wrist. The second we get into the car he turns to me. 

“Y/n i’m so sorry i wasn’t there, where are you hurt?” he tilts my head, studying every inch of my face. He pulls a pack of tissues from the glove box and holds a tissue against my nose. 

“Keep this here”, he says and lifts my hand to hold the tissue to stop the nosebleed. 

“My whole body hurts”, i groan. 

“We need to get ice for your cheek”, Rafe says and strokes my red cheek gently. Then he moves his hand to my waist, searching for bruises. 

“I’m fine Rafe”, i assure and he lifts his gaze to meet my eyes. 

“Let’s go home”, i say as he gives me one more tissue to hold against my bleeding nose. 

“So what happened?” Rafe asks when he starts the car. 

“That bitch thought i wanted her boyfriend”, i say and clench my jaw. 

“Why?” Rafe asks confused. 

“Cause her boyfriend passed me soda cans”, i say and lift my eyebrows at Rafe. He starts laughing. I break into a tiny smile. 

“She was delusional. As if i wanted her musty guy”, i laugh. Rafe smiles but soon it fades away. 

“I was really scared you know? When i ran inside, seeing you fighting with that guy and girl. I was so scared that you were hurt”, he says quietly. I place my hand on his knee and smile softly. 

“I’m okay”, i whisper.

I’m sitting on Rafe’s bed when he walks in with a bag of peas from the freezer. 

“Hold this against your cheek”, he says and passes me the bag. It’s cold against my hand, but when i lift it to my cheek i feel a wave of relief. 

“Thanks honey”, i close my eyes. 

“What was that?” i hear him ask. 

“What?” i open my eyes and see him smiling. 

“Honey?” he repeats my words. I feel my cheeks getting hot. Luckily he can’t see me blushing cause my face is already red after the fight. 

“I’m sorry, what i meant was thanks Cameron”, i answer sarcastically. 

“No i liked it say it again”, he walks to me and i look down hiding my smile. 

“No i’m not gonna say it again.” 

“Say it againnn”, Rafe smiles teasingly and pushes his face to mine, our foreheads touching. 

“No get off of me!” i laugh and reach my hand to tickle him. He laughs and backs off. 

“My face is still a bloody mess”, i point my face. 

“Yeah i’ll go get something don’t worry babygirl”, he grins, continuing teasing me and opens the door to his bathroom. 

“Ew never say that again”, i say and smile to his back as he roams through the bathroom drawers. He stands up with cotton pads in his hands. He dampens them under the sink and then walks back to me. I put the bag of peas down on his bed. He kneels down smiling and starts carefully wiping the blood off of my face. 

“That’s all”, he says when he has cleaned every drop of blood. 

“Thanks Rafey”, i say and pucker my lips. He pecks them and stands up again. Rafe walks to the bathroom and comes back with his hand in his pocket. 

“Your earrings”, he pulls them from his pocket and gives to me.

After i’ve changed into more comfortable clothes, brushed my teeth and removed my mascara, i close the bathroom door. 

“I love you”, i say as i lay down on his bed. He lays down and looks at me warmly.

“I love you more.” He moves my hair out of my face. 

“Thanks for caring so much”, i whisper. 

“Good night honey”, he smiles. I smile back to him and close my eyes. I feel him scooting closer, and soon feel his lips press a kiss on my forehead. Rafe wraps his arms around me and i finally feel safe.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron fic #obx #obx x y/n #obx rafe #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fluff

[dozing-marshmallow]

I looooooooove the chris x wife! reader fic that you wrote!! It got me kicking my feet and blushing 😊 By any chance, could you write a chris x wife! reader going on their honeymoon?

Awww this is such a cute idea, thank you so much, I’m so happy to hear that you loved the last one! ⋆˙⟡♡  I had to get something out on the man’s birthday as soon as I could and this request was the one I was fixated on finishing the most, so do enjoy reading and McLean’s bday ~💗!

CHRIS MCLEAN X WIFE! READER ON HONEYMOON HEADCANONS

Most newly wed couples go to just one location for their honeymoon.

Yet it was very poor of you to think that standard would apply to Chris.

You didn’t realise until he informed you that you were gonna go to two countries per continent(apart from Antartica, cuz what the hell): Barbados and Costa Rica for North America, Brazil and Colombia for South America, France and Italy for Europe, Thailand and (The) Philippines for Asia, Morocco and Tunisia for Africa, French Polynesia and Australia for Oceania.

The only reason why Chris cut it to two instead of four was because he suspected you would get sick of travelling, and didn’t want you to be complaining on holiday.

“Chriiis, we don’t need to, you know!” you’re verbal about your humble take on the honeymoon as Chris made his long list based on the notes he wrote from his and your opinions,“This is all so costly! We could really go to two continents instead!”

“Huh?” he looks at you, confusion scratching into the space between his eyebrows,“(Y/N), this is literally nothing. You seriously wanna spend our whole two months of celebrating marriage in one place like working class people?”

Harsh, but it’s fine because it’s Chris.

Before you left, he took you on a massive shopping spree where it had not even been the beginning of him pampering you with all the jewellery, the swimsuits and the candies.

This guy doesn’t need to book reservations: the best hotels, air BNBs, holiday homes, you name the one you want to stay at the country and baam. Availability opens a door and charm hands over the keys.

He also hired a chaperone for each country, but most of the time, only for the arrival and departure; he wanted more alone time with you.

At this rate, you wondered if he needed to pay to enter the countries asides from paying the fuel and landing runway.

That’s right. You were getting there by his jet -he ended up upgrading- to each location.

Since it wasn’t meant to carry fifteen contestants this time, Chris abolished the loser and first class section in the new version of his plane to be furnished completely into his headquarters.

During each jet ride, you and Chris would review helpful phrases and attractions that would enhance the experience.

“So in France, we will have to remember to say “bonsoir” from 6 PM onwards.” you reiterate.

“That’s doable.” Chris comments, leaning back in his chair.

“And they don’t like smiling a lot.” you add, doing it yourself.

His relaxation ended,“Bummer. D’you think they can make an exception for me? My resting face is a smile.”

They did- in every place.

The honeymoon was an epoch for Chris to meet his fans from all over the world. If you had a dollar for every autograph he signed the entire getaway, you would have enough money to have your own jet.

Weirdly enough, Chris lost genuine pleasure to greet his global admirers and increasingly rushed the interactions.

“It’s okay to be more attentive to your fans, Chris.” you insist, with your head on his bare body, laying around somewhere on the warm Tunisian beach.

“Nah.” he differs with his hand scrubbing sand on your back,“I came on holiday with you, not them. I couldn’t leave you by yourself.”

Aw. You love your husband,“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

He bought you anything that caught your eye. Clothes, hats, rings, ice cream, souvenirs.

Chris had also bought five cameras. He wasn’t letting a single moment of a scenery or pose go to waste.

Be prepared for the day when he eventually gets them all printed out and stuck in fresh albums and wants to reminisce with you.

He took you to the best restaurants, never settling for one less than five stars (maybe four if you persuaded him enough).

“To another exceptional night of our honeymoon!” he raises his glass of happiness.

You copy, both clinking and declaring cheers.

Going back to your accommodation, Chris would have you carried until the first descent onto the fine duvets.

Let’s just say that, by the time you do get back to Canada, both husband and wife’s necks have never been more wine red.

#tdi x reader #td chris #request #chris mclean #total drama #chris mclean x reader #td chris mclean x reader #total drama island chris #total drama chris mclean #tdi #total drama headcanons #total drama scenarios

[writer-freak]

Frank Morrison (the legion) x new survivor reader (headcanons)

Summary: After a Night out you suddenly awake in a cornfield and there you meet a masked dude with a knife and your randomness maybe saved you there

Warnings:gender neutral reader, English isn’t my first language so sorry,blood, the Reader gets called stupid, classical Dbd stuff

A/n: I am writing all my exams soon so I may not be able to write till the Christmas holidays but I wrote this instead of learning for my Chemistry exam so I hope you enjoy

Likes, comments and reblogs are really appreciated🖤🖤🖤

• Being a new survivor who was just dropped into a trial

• Instead of being scared there was just confusion running through your veins

• You were pretty sure that last night you didn't go to sleep in a cornfield

• Walking around nothing makes sense about wherever you are

• Then you walked into someone, and that person had a mask on and a knife in his hand

• By now you were convinced that this was either a dream or a really elaborate prank from your friends

• You should probably be more scared but for some reason, you felt internally calm in this situation

• "Where am I bro?' was bro the right word to call a random guy with a knife

• Probably not but it is what it is and you couldn't go back now

• Not being able to see his expression made you a little bit unsure but then you heard him chuckle which then developed into full-blown laughter

• "did you really see me with a knife and your first thought was to call me bro" he was still laughing and then you started laughing too

• "Seriously are you just stupid or insane" you rubbed your neck in embarrassment and then the laughter slowly died down

• You then repeated yourself asking " but seriously where am I, because I'm pretty sure didn't pass out in a field yesterday."

• You still couldn't see his face but he rubbed his neck in the same manner you had before "yeah about that...“

• he introduced himself as Frank and explained all the stuff with survivors, killers the entity, and how things worked around here

• Even though he is a killer he told you he would be nice this one time because you made him laugh and were completely new

• This was greatly appreciated from your side and then he brought you to one of those generators

• He told you to just try and repair it and he would come back

• You heard something light up on the map and then some screams were heard

• You trusted Frank and continued repairing which was way harder than you thought it would be

• The gen constantly exploded in your face and you made barely any progress

• After more frustration and kicking the gen angrily, Frank appeared again

• He joked that kicking gens is his job and you let your gaze wander over him, you saw the sweat dripping down his neck, the heaving of his chest, and then your gaze landed on the blood which covered his hands and more importantly his knife

• You don't know why you didn't think the knife was dangerous before, probably because you guys were joking around and you didn't even think that he could hurt you

• Dread filled you but you stood your ground not wanting him to think you were scared

• He came closer and you were frozen on that spot but he walked past you to the gen and tapped it before asking " having troubles with this? I could hear this thing exploding at least 10 times"

• Him behaving like before made you relax and made you let a chuckle out before answering "well have you tried to repair one of those. Every time I think I did something right and then boom it explodes yet again "

• Frank laughed saying "Nah I'm happy that I'm on this side and just have to kick these little shits"

• You then said out loud what you thought the entire time "you know even though you told me you are a killer I find it weird with you know how normal we are talking right now it almost makes it unbelievable if I didn’t see the knife"

• He looked around and informed you that he needed to go again real quick and that you should continue to try and repair the gen

• With that he sped away to who knows where and you angrily locked at the machine before sticking your hands into the mess of cables again

• You heard some screams again and the short loss of concentration made the gen explode again

• You went back to the gen and the sound of the machine churning to live covered up the sound of Frank quickly taking someone out before they could alert you

• For some reason he was fond of you and didn't want you to be scared of him at least yet

• You continued innocently repairing the gen without much progress while your teammates all went down quickly with one member basically doing nothing

• You finally finished your generator but at that time Frank killed everyone else and came back to you

• You proudly showed off your work and Frank applauded you "now you only need to do this with four more and you can escape"

• Frank grinned behind his mask seeing you with a shocked face and asking if that was true

• "Well sorta, your other teammates also repair gens so you don't need to actually do it all alone but in total there need to be five gens finished to escape"

• While Frank gave you a quick run down at the start he left out quite a bit of information

• He showed you around the map with everyone else gone there was no threat of someone fucking this up

• Everything was explained in detail but he left some of the more brutal parts out before he brought you to the hatch

• You looked down into this weird void not really wanting to go down there

• "is it really the way to escape from here because I really don't trust this weird void "

• Frank laughed "do you want me to hold your hand while jumping down"

• There was worry on your face " you know usually I would think that this is a good joke but maybe I will actually take you up on that offer because this feels too ominous even for me"

• You held your hand expectantly to him and at first, he just looked at it but then he tried wiping the blood un his hand off on his pants

• He put his hand into yours and you squeezed it while taking a deep breath before you let go and jumped

If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed this and I hope you have a wonderful day💙🖤💙

#dbd x reader #frank morrison x reader #gn reader #frank morrison #dead by daylight #frank morrison headcanons #dead by daylight x reader #frank x reader #frank headcanons #dbd #dbd legion #dbd frank #no pronouns #headcanons

[gothicwidowsworld]

Home for the holidays M.A

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marcusarmstrong Do you not like my company or something @y/nl/n

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y/nl/n some of us actually enjoy reading you muppet and find it relaxing 🤦🏻‍♀️📖

jamesharveyblair I’m still surprised she even likes you full stop

| marcusarmstrong get out of my comments James nobody wants you here

marcusandy/nupdates y/n’s actually the cutest… beautiful and smart the best combo

y/nl/n it’s hard but someone had to be the beauty & the brains in this relationship ☺️

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y/nl/n It might not be snowing here but Happy Holidays everyone x

📸 Marcus Armstrong or whatever

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marcusarmstrong Sweetheart you don’t even like the cold… you practically begged for an excuse to get out of the UK

| y/nl/n Marcus Cornelius Armstrong I do NOT beg

marcusarmstrong yeah nah you do… like a lot 👀

clementnovalak I unfortunately agree and second that statement

| y/nl/n Clem!

Formula2Jazz are we getting professional photographer Marcus? Living for it

Armstrongm292 you just know Marcus lied and said he was taking a picture of the view

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marcusarmstrong taken approximately 15 seconds before y/n/n stole my hat… still got the sunnies though

clementnovalak so nothing new then?

jamesharveyblair Mate… I’m pretty sure most of her wardrobe is just your stuff she’s stolen

y/nl/n James that is deformation of character and I will not stand for it!

jamesharveyblair then stay sat 😎

fan4910 oh boy they are literally so cute

mrarmstrongx mom and dad energy right here!

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y/nl/n guess which ones the bigger child… *hint* it’s not Moses

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marcusarmstrong that’s just rude

mosiesarmstrong but fact

yourbestfriend he’s a driver what did you expect girl? 😂

| y/nl/n seriously? I don’t know but not someone who threatens their little brother with barbecue tongs

marcusarmstrong posted to their story

#gothicwidow #imagines #marcus armstrong x reader #marcus armstrong imagines #instagram au #formula two x reader #formula two imagines #formula two insta au #Marcus Armstrong insta au #f2 imagines #f2 x reader #f2 instagram au #instagram imagine

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for rolling my eyes at my colleague and complaining about her?

I (20F) am a cleaner at a restaurant. I do a 5am -> 9am shift where I am responsible for cleaning everywhere besides the kitchen, which has its own team to do it. I currently have 3 colleagues who do the same job as me, one of whom is on holiday, so it's me and 2 other people, who we will call Carol (late 50s/early 60sF) and Lucy (30F). We split up the restaurant between us and help the others if we finish early. We alternate who does what. This morning, I had to do the indoor seating area and corridors, Lucy was doing the outside seating and bar, and Carol was doing the toilets.

Carol told us at the start of the shift that she had to leave at 8:50 because she had an dentists appointment, and Lucy and I were like "yeah dw about it". It was a routine checkup, it was just the only time slot she could get, she wasn't in pain.

My section was pretty clean to begin with so I got it done quite quickly (in like 1 1/2 hours). I said I'd do some of the toilets so that Carol could leave when she needed to. So I did the disabled toilets, and the ones in the bar, while Carol only had to do the big main ones.

At 8:50 Carol leaves, and as she's clocking out she tells me "Oh btw I've not mopped the women's toilet or cleaned the mirrors".

She had been in there for 3 1/2 hours. During our break she said they were pretty clean already and was happy for an easy morning. Idk what the fuck she was doing in there for 3 hours that wasn't mopping or cleaning the mirrors, because they are 2 pretty important steps in cleaning a bathroom. It does not take 3 hours to half clean a bathroom, especially not for an experienced cleaner like Carol, who's been a cleaner since she left school about 40 years ago.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and say "seriously?" Carol glared at me, said that I needed to "watch the attitude", and left. I had to stay 40 mins past when I should have left to finish the stuff Carol didn't do.

I was complaining about this to Lucy on the way back, she's my carpool and she had to stay late too because of this, and she said I was being unfair, because Carol is older and I can do things faster than her. I pointed out that Carol is not a pensioner and can move very fast when she feels like it. Lucy sort of shrugged, but it was clear that she thought I was being a dick.

Aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[cambria-writes]

happy holidays! this is arguably a little late but i’ve had a rough go of it these past few days so i only just finished this tonight lol. Ii insist that i’m not late because we’re still in 2022 and the new year hasn’t hit yet!

anyways this is just a relatively short fluffy feel-good thing because i wanted to feel warm and fuzzy. so it’s absolutely self-indulgent.

word count: 3,229 warnings: swearing, it’s christmas eve and that’s important so that should probably be a warning, no y/n, no mention of gender but ravenloft reader is AFAB, minor ravenloft spoilers if you squint

for reference, this scene (with a bonus crown) is what the reader would’ve drawn.

and for the record, since it was mentioned on ao3, i'm very well aware it shouldn't have been a perception check! ravenloft!reader was never written with the intention of making them a tabletop rpg wiz, they just know enough to get by and follow along if they're sitting in on a game.

𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

When the phone rang, you didn’t even greet the speaker. You immediately answered with ‘what do you want you fucking menace’ because there’s really only one person who’d call you near midnight like a heathen. 

“What’s your favourite colour?”

You snort and wedge the phone between your chin and shoulder and sit back down at your dining table to keep sketching. 

“Dunno. Like, all of them?”

“Dude that’s the epitome of unhelpful,” Eddie deadpans, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“Right, well like, is there any context to this? Cause you should know I don’t have a favourite colour,” you reply, frowning and erasing a small portion before swiping the eraser shredding away. 

“Come on,” Eddie whines, and you can practically see him throwing his head back in annoyance. “Not even one? Like, something that just always makes you happy when you see it?”

You hum for a second and put your pencil down. “I guess maybe black? I—“

“Nah, nuh uh. Boring as hell.”

“Rude, what—“

“Black’s not even a colour, that’s what you constantly say!”

You scoff and pick your pencil back up, switching the phone to the other shoulder. 

“Did you seriously just call me in the middle of the night to bitch at me for not having a preferred perceptible wavelength of light?”

There’s an unusually long silence on the other end of the line. You frown again and pull the handset away and follow the coiled line. Confused but satisfied that it hadn’t somehow gotten unplugged from the cradle on the wall, you wedge it back where it was. 

“Ed? You good?”

“Yeah, no. Yeah, sorry, just thinking.”

“Jesus, don’t burn yourself out there bud.”

“Oh fuck off.”

The rest of the phone call is relatively short, and colours aren’t mentioned again by the time you hang up. You don’t go to bed until nearly two in the morning, and by then you’re content with having gotten down the main lines of your portrait. 

The snowstorm that rolled in on the 23rd was entirely unexpected but wholly welcomed. You were scheduled to work on the 24th, but with the state of the roads and the fact that nearly half of Hawkins was running off of generators, you were graciously allowed to stay home until the new year. And given that this is your first Christmas in your new home, you were more than happy to hunker down and, ha, weather it out. 

You’d had plans, sure; Harrington had already made sure everyone knew to show up at his place on the 24th, your parents had been expecting you on Christmas morning and the rest of the day would have been spent going around to see extended family. And though the thought of not being able to fulfill your annual Christmas traditions did dampen your mood, just thinking about the astronomical amount of energy you’d save made it a bit more palatable. 

If the same thing were to happen next year, though, you might cry. 

You’d already called Steve to let him know you were staying home. Pleasantly surprised, he’d admitted he’d had a whole speech prepared about how he’s have The Swarm tear you a new one if you even dared thinking about touching your car keys. (Which would have been an effective threat, honestly. You really had no interest in giving Dustin a reason to get uppity at you, and you definitely didn’t want to have to deal with Max’s ire. Girl held grudges like you did trauma.)

Your parents were only slightly less understanding, with your mother trying to insist that your father could come pick you up. A little resistance put that all to rest, though, and with a promise to call on Christmas morning, that was dealt with as well. 

You’d just settled down on your couch, swaddled in the fluffy blanket you’d gotten from Eddie the year before, mug of hot chocolate held in both hands for warmth, when the doorbell rang. Confused, you look at the time—just after dinner on Christmas Eve—and sigh before heaving yourself off the couch to buzzer by the door. You hesitate for a second before pressing the button to let the mysterious visitor in. You’re already on your way back to your couch, having assumed it was just a neighbour who’d locked themselves out again, when you hear heavy footsteps outside your door. 

You quietly walk back up and carefully lean forward to look through the peephole. 

“What the…” you mutter, leaning back, nearly jumping out of your skin when the knocking finally comes. You quickly unlatch the chain and unlock the deadbolt before pulling the door open. “Ed, what the fuck—“

“Merry Christmas,” Eddie blurts out, thrusting a box out at you, though it really sounded more like ‘murr cr’sms’. 

“Merry Christmas to you too but Jesus come inside!” You pull Eddie through the door by his arm, quickly shutting the door behind you and getting started patting the snow off of him. “The hell did you do, walk here? You look like a damn yeti!”

“Y-yeah I kind-kind of d-did.”

You pause in your patting before grabbing Eddie’s arm again and turning him around to face you. You ‘reabout to ask if he was serious, but a quick glance at his face—reddened cheeks and nose, frosted lashes, dry lips—tells you he has, in fact, told you the truth. 

“Fuck me, okay,” you whisper, before shaking your head and getting a move on. “Stay there and take your boots and coat off and then get your ass on that couch, I’m making you coffee.”

You don’t hear any complaints. And though normally you would’ve been glad for the silence, even perhaps proud to have shut him up, Eddie’s silence is, once again, unsettling. And this time you’re pretty sure it’s not because he’s thinking, and most likely because he’s borderline hypothermic.

You try to be quick; you grab that one pair of sweatpants Eddie leant you when you got splashed by a car outside of the arcade. That one metallica shirt you borrowed one time when one Friday movie night turned into an impromptu sleepover. You make your way back to the living room, where thankfully Eddie’s listened to you, and has made himself at home swaddled in the blanket you’d left on the couch. You throw a quick glance to the front door, where his jacket and boots are slowly leaving a growing puddle of snow water.

You definitely need to get a welcome mat or something if this is going to keep happening. 

Your first instinct is to chuck the clothes at Eddie’s head. What you would usually do. But it’s Christmas eve, there’s a god damn storm outside and this maniac walked to your place. For some reason. You feel like you owe him to be nicer than you usually would be. Call it the ghost of Christmas conscience. 

“Here,” you say quietly, holding out the sloppily folded shirt and sweats. “You can change in here. I’ll be in the kitchen.” 

Eddie mutters a very stuttery thanks and takes the clothes from you. You pause for a second to see what’s on the TV—seems like A Christmas Story is about halfway through—before hastily turning away when you see Ed starting to lift his shirt over his head.

Coffee, right. You said you’d make coffee.

You’re being so normal about this, it’s absolutely fine. You’re totally fine. 

By the time you return to the couch in the living room, Eddie’s clothes are exceptionally neatly folded on your coffee table and he’s even more huddled up in your blanket than he had been before. You place his mug of coffee in his waiting hands and have to bite back shocked laughter when, even outstretched, underneath the blanket, he looks like a frozen T-rex.

“Alright,” you huff out when you finally take your seat on the other end of the couch. “You wanna tell me what’s in that box that was so important that you felt you had to walk here in a storm?”

Eddie sputters in his coffee a bit. When he brings the mug back down, he does look a little sheepish.

“Yeah, y’know it sounds pretty stupid when you say it like that.”

You nod and take a sip of your own coffee. “M’hm. That’s cause risking hypothermia to deliver a gift that very well could’ve waited until the storm passed is pretty stupid. No offense.”

Despite your disclaimer and your attempt to sound light about it, Eddie lapses into silence, again. 

“Okay, you keep going quiet, is there something—“

“I didn’t want you to be alone.”

You stop yourself, mouth agape. You bring your coffee mug back up to your lips to try and shake off the surprise.

“I—okay. What, uh, what about Wayne?”

Eddie gestures vaguely under the blanket, and you assume he’s waving the issue of. “He’s with the Hendersons.”

“Oh. That’s…”

“Dustin asked me to go. I said no.”

You frown. “In favour of walking though the snow to get to me?”

“Yeah, well,” Eddie starts, but he doesn’t continue until he takes another long sip from the coffee mug. “Walking wasn’t the plan. Van broke down halfway here.”

“Oh thank god,” you sigh, leaning back into the arm of the couch and pulling your legs up and under you. “I literally thought you walked from your place!” 

“God, never,” Eddie laughs, pulling his own feet up on the couch to sit cross-legged. “But I was halfway here and there’s no power at the trailer, so.”

You hum and nod, but otherwise keep your silence. And you both stay like that for a few minutes. And while you’re taking the time to try and bring your BPM down to something a nurse might not scream about, Eddie seems to be appreciating the warmth that you’ve thrown at him.

“So,” you say after a while, clearing your throat and putting your mostly empty mug on the coffee table. “What’s in the box?” 

Eddie grins and puts his own mug down. The blanket falls away from his shoulders when he reaches toward to grab said box, and he turns it around in his hands before passing it over to you.

“Wait,” you rush to say, just as he opens his mouth. “Shit, wait, I have,” you trail off, and nearly jump over the back of the couch to run to your room. You quickly snatch the gift bag you’d left on your dresser and run back to the living room, nearly tripping over your own feet. You throw yourself back down onto the couch and shove the bag towards Eddie.

“What—“

“Gift for a gift,” you explain shortly, a little out of breath.

Eddie laughs lightly but takes the gift bag from you, and you eagerly snatch the box from his hands. You’re about to start tearing into the tacky Santa-print wrapping paper, but glance up to make sure it’s okay. Eddie chuckles and nods and motions for you to go ahead. 

You make quick work of the paper and nearly tear the top off the box before turning it over in your hand and letting its content drop into your palm.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, turning over the giant cut glass piece in your hand. You hold it up to the do lamplight, and it looks like it’s shimmering from the inside. Every which way you turn it, it’s like each facet is a different colour that reveals itself to you with each new angle. 

You don’t miss the fact that there are nineteen carefully carved and painted numbers on each face, and the last one has a little flame where the 20 normally would have been. 

You look up to thank Eddie, throat a little tight, but you nearly choke on your own tongue when you see his expression. 

He’s holding your gifted frame in his hands like it might break if he holds it too tightly. You can’t really understand the expression on his face, and the more time he spends staring unblinkingly at it, the more unsure you feel. 

“I, uh, is it… do you not like it?” 

Eddie slowly shakes his head before lifting his eyes up to you. He tries to start a few different sentences before clearing his throat. 

“Is this—this is really what you see?”

You let your hands fall into your lap and nervously turn the massive D20 around in them and nod. 

“Yeah, I mean. The crown might be a bit much,” you chuckle lightly, looking up and away towards the TV. “But yeah. You look really, uh. You look happy, when you’re DMing for the kids. Really cool. Thought you should be able to, I dunno. See it for yourself.”

When you do muster the courage to turn to look back to Eddie, he still has that absolutely confusing look on your face. You lift the heavy dice in one hand and wave it around a bit. 

“This is why you asked for my favourite colour, huh?” 

Eddie blinks a bit owlishly at first, but laughs and shakes his head. Slowly, carefully, he puts your gifted portrait on top of his folded clothes. Leans forward to pluck the dice from your hand and gently put it down on the coffee table next to your mug. 

“Ed, what’s wr—“

You inhale the rest of your question when Eddie reaches out a hand to grab and pull at one of your ankles. You screw your eyes shut when your head meets the couch cushion below your with a soft ‘thump’. And when you open your eyes, Eddie’s hovering over you, hands braced on the couch arm just above your head. You swallow thickly and promptly forget to breathe for a second. 

The end credit music for A Christmas Story feels like it’s playing from miles away.

“You good?” Eddie asks, quietly, and all you can do is nod. “You sure?”

“Yeah, uh huh. Fine,” you whisper, holding your hands close to your chest. Close your eyes when he leans in to rest his forehead against yours. “Why did you really come over?” You whisper, hesitantly uncurling a hand to place it on his chest.

“Missed you.”

“You see me almost every day.”

“Worried about you.”

You snort and lightly slap at his chest. “Bullshit. I own more knives than you do guitar picks.” 

Eddie exhales sharply before pulling back a bit. When you open your eyes, you almost want to hide from the tenderness you see in his. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whisper, turning your head to the side to watch the TV turns from black to blue, now that the tape’s over. 

“Like what?” Eddie asks, and you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice when he nuzzles at your neck. 

You grunt. “Like, I don’t know. Like you—like…”

“Like you’re the only person I’d drive and walk through a snow storm to see?” 

You hum but keep your head resolutely turned away. Shiver when you can feel his lips ghosting against your cheek. 

“Like you’re in love with me,” you mutter quietly, screwing your eyes shut. 

Eddie slowly peels a hand away from the arm of the couch to turn your head to look at him. You still avert your eyes. He brushes the hair away from your face instead.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” he says, almost whines, tilting his head to try to catch your eyes. “You’re smarter than me, you’re not that dumb.”

You huff and cross your arms and finally look up at Eddie. There was some kind of combative quip on the tip of your tongue but it dies there as soon as the look on his face properly registers. 

“You’re not fucking around,” you say frowning. 

“I’m not fucking around.” Eddie sighs and moves up to kneel on the couch, both knees boxing in your legs. You move up on your elbows and scoot up a bit to lean your back against the arm of the couch. 

“Since when do you—“ 

“Dude, you literally saved me from a swarm of hell bats, somehow managed to team up with a super powered teenage girl to save the world, still don’t think I’m an absolute coward and show up at my doorstep if I call you when I can’t sleep,” Eddie lists off, starting to wave down at your a bit frantically. “And you actually listen to my shitty garage band music!”

“It’s not shitty!” 

“You’re proving my damn point, woman!” Ed shouts, swatting your hand away when you go to slap his chest again. “Merry fucking Christmas, I’m in love with you!” 

You let yourself slide back down to lie on the couch and laugh when you throw an arm over your face. 

“The fuck, this isn’t funny!” Eddie whines, trying to slap your arms away from your face. “This is serious!”

You choke your laughter down enough to say, “Roll for perception.” 

“Excuse me?” Eddie squawks, indignantly, pausing his assault on your arms. You lower them just enough to be able to peek at him. 

“You heard me, roll for perception.”

Eddie scoffs but turns to grab the massive dichroic dice from the table and gently rolls it along your carpeted floor. 

“Huh. 18. Do I get to add my wisdom modifier to that?” 

Though you bring your arms down from your face, you still cover it with your hands.

“You’re the only name and phone number I keep in my address book,” you start quietly, biting down on your lips before continuing. “That portrait of you isn’t the first one I’ve ever bothered trying to do. The photo of us Max took in the hospital is the only one I have framed. I hate cashews.”

“But you keep a tin of cashews in the cupboard on top of the f… fridge…” 

You nod and part your fingers to catch a glimpse of Eddie. He sighs before shouting and shaking his head. 

“Ed, what the—“

“Why are we so stupid complicated!” He shouts again, but it peters out into laughter. “Jesus, why can’t we just say shit like normal people?” 

“We hate normal people,” you deadpan, slowly letting your hands slide down your face. “So, uh,” you start, curling your fingers under your chin. “Merry, uh, Merry fucking Christmas, I lo—I love you too?”

Eddie closes his eyes and tilts his head back to sigh like you’ve just given him a glass of water after spending weeks in the desert.

You move to half sit up on your elbows again. 

“Hey, you—“

“Does this mean I can kiss you now and you’re not going to think I’m just doing it because it’s the holidays and there was mistletoe over your door?”

You blink for a second and pull yourself up on the arm of the couch and twist around to look at your door. Huh. Sure as shit, there it is.

“Oh. Mrs H must’ve put that up when she came over,” you say nervously, but when you turn around you’re shocked, both because of the still-freezing hand that comes up to your jaw and the lips that are pressed almost chastely against yours. 

“God bless Mrs H,” Eddie whispers, and your laughter is a quick huff before you loop your arms around his neck to pull him down against you for another kiss.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #holiday fic #christmas fi #fluff #no sad feelings here #mentions of el dustin and max #Minor ravenloft spoilers if you squint #ravenloft #Christmas #holidays #christmas eve #roll for perception

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Seductively Destructive, Chapter 12

L: You have no idea how much I miss you already, pet. I’ll see you super soon. xxx

Erin’s heart hurt at reading the latest message from Loki. It had only been a week since she’d been back home after the tour, but she really missed him.

It was weird being back home, trying to adjust again. She had managed to get hold of a job at the local shop, so at least she had something to tide her over for now. Luckily they were looking for someone new to work for them and to start straight away.

Loki phoned her every day, sometimes twice a day. And they messaged a lot, too.

But it was weird, Erin felt… odd. She felt like she was coming out of some sort of trance or spell. Thinking back to a few things, she was starting to doubt whether their relationship together had been entirely healthy or not… Yet, her stomach leaped excitedly and her heart raced whenever he messaged or called.

Jane had been on holiday for the first week of Erin being back home. But when she got home too, Erin was so happy to see her best friend again.

They ordered takeaway that night and planned to watch a movie. Jane wanted to hear all about her journey on tour with Loki first though. Erin grabbed a hair bobble and tied her hair up in a bun before food arrived. Not thinking at all about the tattoo on her neck that Jane was yet to notice.

‘What is that?’ Jane squealed and rushed over towards her to get a look before she sat down.

‘Oh… Uh, a new tattoo. Got it at the same time as my dog one.’ Erin said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice, she knew what Jane would think of it.

‘Erin… Did you really want his name on you? Is it not a bit soon?’ Jane asked as Erin sat down next to her.

‘Nah, it’s not too soon. Course I wanted it.’ Erin tried to shrug it off.

‘And those photos too, I know you, Erin. You had no idea about them until I mentioned it, he didn’t even ask you about it. Did he?’

‘It’s fine, Jane. Everything is good. Seriously.’ Erin laughed a bit.

‘And I heard the rumours about you giving him a blowjob in the girls toilets in a club, and him fucking you in there too. For people to see.’

‘That was completely consensual!’ Erin said firmly, glaring at Jane.

‘That was? So, the other things weren’t?’ Jane said knowingly.

Erin opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. She could feel herself slipping as her lip quivered and her eyes began to water.

‘It’s not… not like that. I love him. He loves me… But I… I was a little surprised with the tattoo, and the photos. But I like the tattoo, I think it looks cool and I have part of him with me all the time. Besides, he remembered me talking about old Sally once and remembered that I had said briefly I wanted her silhouette tattooed on me. He’s caring and considerate.’

‘Erin…’ Jane turned on the sofa and took her hand. ‘It sounds like he’s manipulated you in some situations. Were you comfortable doing the photoshoot even?’

‘Well I… Not at first, but I got better as it went on. And it gave me a confidence boost…’

Jane just gave her a look. And Erin broke down in tears.

‘Oh Erin, come here.’ She pulled Erin into a hug and tried to console her.

‘I feel conflicted… I love him, I love spending time with him. It was exciting and fun. I had the time of my life. And I actually enjoyed being his girl, the jealous fans. But I was the one all over him, the one that he picked… Yet there was just those one or two little times that I was a bit unsure. But that’s not a bad thing really, is it? The good outweighs the bad?’ Erin rambled and wiped her eyes.

Jane sighed and gave her another hug. ‘It might seem a few little things right now, but it might get worse as time goes on, become more. It’s manipulation, but that can grow into a lot more. It doesn’t sound like a very healthy relationship. I’m guessing there was a lot of alcohol and drugs in the mix, too?’

‘Some, but most nights I ended up going to the hotel room after the gig. Loki would join me at times too, so there wasn’t as much as you’d think. Honest. But we did go kinda hard the times we did.’ Erin leaned back against the sofa with a sigh, a few more tears rolled down her cheeks.

‘I don’t think he’s good for you, Erin. I know you had a great time, but maybe that’s all it should be. A one-off whirlwind romance of sex and partying.’

Erin tried not to cry anymore than she already had done. ‘I know… I know… But, it’s hard. The thought of not even speaking to him again. It’s like he’s a drug, I just can’t resist him. If he turned up on the doorstep right now, I’d be putty in his hands. I just want to be with him. Even if there are a few things that make me uneasy. Though now I’ve been away and back home for a week, it does feel like my head has cleared a little more.’

‘It will take time to get him out of your system, all the drugs and alcohol probably won’t have helped… Just, please be careful and take time to think about your future with him. But it really doesn’t sound healthy, Erin. I’m just saying that to look out for you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.’

‘I know.’ Erin said quietly with a nod.

She was glad when their takeaway arrived, something else to focus on.

They talked a bit more about Loki and the tour afterwards. Though it did pain Erin thinking back to a lot of it, and thinking about whether she should end it completely with Loki or not. But she wasn’t sure if she would be able to do that…

‘For as iffy as the photoshoot was, not gonna lie, you were fucking smokin’ hot!’ Jane said.

Erin laughed a bit. ‘Thanks. I did feel it afterwards and looking at the photos.’

They talked for a good few hours before finally watching the film. Then before going to bed, Erin received a message from Loki.

‘Is it Loki?’ Jane asked, noticing the way Erin was just staring at her phone.

‘Yeah… I’m going to have to say something, aren’t I? Cause every time I speak to him or get a message from him, I slip back under his spell… I need time to breathe, to think properly.’

‘So just tell him that. Tell him the truth. That you need some breathing space for a little while.’

Erin let out a big breath and nodded.

So she went to her room and put a lot of thought into what she had to say to Loki. And it took her a long time to press send when she did write out what she wanted to say. She couldn’t stop crying again afterwards, her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.

E: Loki. I don’t even know where to begin with this really. But I need some time… Some space. I love you, I do. And I had the best time on tour with you. But I just need to think about things, have some breathing space. There were a few instances on tour that had me concerned, the tattoo and the photos... I felt that I was pressured, a bit, into them. That we should have talked more first about it. I just, don’t know how I am feeling. And I’m really sorry to be doing this. But please understand, I just need time to think. You’re like a drug to me, I can’t think straight when with you or talking to you. I need this breathing space for a while. I hope you understand… x

-

And I hate that I made you the enemy And I hate that your heart was the casualty Now, I hate that I need you

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #Loki x ofc #seductively destructive

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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

Part One I Part Two I Part Three I Part Four I Part Five I Part Six I Part Seven I Part Eight I Also on AO3!

We’re getting close to the end! A little Valentine’s Day flower delivery update prior to the boys finally getting to have their big date! Thanks for sticking with me! Happy Valentine’s Day!

***

Whatever Robin said, Steve had absolutely not spent the rest of the day yesterday fretting about delivering flowers with Eddie. What he had done was prepare to be excellent company including fishing out his old cassette to ipod converter so he could provide a classic valentines day soundtrack to the delivery route, put together a bag of snacks and a blanket for the car, and tried on more outfits than he was willing to admit to decide what to wear to accompany Eddie on his delivery route. He’d eventually landed on a pair of joggers and a soft light purple sweater. He felt like it looked festive but wasn’t obnoxiously Valentine’s-coded. Robin had taken a different tactic on her outfit and was fully decked out for the holiday including candy heart earrings and bright pink corduroys. After Steve had told her that he would be out all day with Eddie, Robin had volunteered to hang back with Chrissy at De Lucas’.

“Man, it’s a little early to move in with him, Steve,” Robin joked when Steve had pulled together his bag for the day.

“I just want to be prepared, Robs. I want to at least try to be helpful,” Steve answered.

“Dude, it’ll be great. You’ll be the best little passenger princess Eddie has ever seen.”

“Fuck you.” Steve knew Robin was just messing with him; however, he did feel like maybe he had gone a little overboard. But Eddie had spent the last month secretly wooing Steve and he felt like he owed it to Eddie to make at least a little romantic gesture even though they were officially celebrating tomorrow. “Be nice to me or I’m going to start giving you shit about Chrissy.”

“What about me and Chrissy?” Robin asked.

“Seriously?” Steve glanced over at Robin with a smirk.

“Steve,” Robin warned

“Robin.”

“She is not into me that way, dude,” Robin reasoned.

“This conversation is sounding very familiar,” Steve laughed.

“Goodbye, dingus,” Robin said. “It looks like your chariot is ready.” 

Eddie was honking loudly across the street and waving his arm maniacally out the window of the van in the direction of the tattoo studio. Steve slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way over to Eddie’s van.

“Are we participating in a heist I don’t know about?” Eddie asked as Steve got closer.

“What?” Steve asked. “Oh, the bag! I just brought like snacks and stuff. I figured you might need stuff to make the long day more fun.” Steve blushed a little but hoped Eddie would think it was just the winter chill.

“Stevie! That’s so sweet,” Eddie said. 

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal. Also, I don’t want to, like, distract you from work, so let me know if it’s too much.”

“Nah, I could use something to break up the monotony of Valentine’s deliveries. Ready to get the show on the road?” Eddie said as they got settled into the van.

The van started up and whatever tape Eddie had in the player started blaring. Steve reached over and turned the volume down.

“So, you can totally say no, but I did find my old cassette / ipod converter if you trust me to dj?”

“Do you take requests?” Eddie asked.

“From you, never,” Steve laughed. 

Steve loaded up the playlist he made which happened to include the songs from the Hall & Oates tape Steve had gotten Eddie as well as that one love song from Eddie’s Led Zeppelin record. Steve had of course added other classic sappy Valentine’s Day hits and was singing along to them very badly in the passenger seat. Thankfully Eddie didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’d join in every once in a while.

“Hey, you have a pretty good voice, dude,” Steve said.

“I thought we’d moved past dude, man,” Eddie teased.

“Do you have a favorite pet name?” Steve asked.

“I dunno, honestly, I’ve never really done the whole like ‘going steady’ thing,” Eddie answered.

“Really? Shit. I’m gonna romance the hell outta you, Munson.” “I don’t think Munson is it, babe, a little too sporty,” Eddie laughed.

“Hmm. Back to the drawing board,” Steve said and settled back into the surprisingly comfortable seat. Steve listened to Eddie croon along to an Elvis standard and smiled to himself, wondering how he got so lucky. After driving through most of Chicago’s neighborhoods the morning deliveries were finished.

“Should we go pick up lunch for the girls on our way back?” Eddie asked when he got back into the van.

“Yeah! I also feel like I need caffeine or I will fall asleep on you this afternoon,” Steve answered.

They made it back to the shop with bags of deli sandwiches, chips and chocolates. 

“How goes it on the home front?” Eddie asked as he threw open the door to the flower shop. 

“We almost ran out of red roses but Chrissy threatened your supplier within an inch of their life until they sent out another order.” Robin answered, her voice full of admiration. 

“Yeah, we probably need to send Mr. Lee some cookies or something after today,” Chrissy flushed a little at Robin’s praise. 

“Eh, he’ll be fine. He’s just a drama queen. All right. Eat up then we have to get the afternoon deliveries ready!” Eddie responded. 

After they eat, the group makes an assembly line to prepare the delivery orders. Eddie and Steve packed up the van again and left Robin and Chrissy to handle any last minute shoppers and clean up the flower shop. Steve held Eddie’s hand over the gear shift as they sped back out into the city. 

The afternoon continued much like the morning, Eddie gently ribbing Steve’s music taste and Steve judging Eddie for his horrible takes on Valentine’s Day candy. They finished out the last few stops and made it back just as Chrissy was flipping the open sign off and Robin swept the shop floor. 

“Good day, Stevie?” Eddie asked. 

“The best, babe.” Steve said and pecked a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Wanna grab a drink or something or are you ready to crash?”

“As much as I want to, I should probably head in. I need to be in top form for our date tomorrow, big boy,” Eddie answered. 

“I get it. Can I kiss you good night?”

“Oh, sweetheart, absolutely.” Eddie said as he pulled Steve into their first kiss. 

As Eddie started running his fingers through Steve’s hair, Steve melted into Eddie and pulled him closer. Eddie was about to pull Steve up into his apartment when Chrissy and Robin banged on the flower shop window and whistled. Steve jumped out of Eddie’s arms and Eddie had to laugh. 

“Continue this tomorrow, Eds?” Steve asked.

“Tomorrow, princess,” Eddie smiled back.

***

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[arzennn]

Valentines | Loki Laufeyson imagine

Loki has a secret crush on the reader (he’s so obvious)

warnings: none really, a little nose bleed

Loki never thought much to Valentine’s day. He considered a stupid holiday. But this year, he found himself standing at his best friend’s door, with a rose in his hands. He knocked - after three minutes of preparation - and stared at the wooden door. Maybe he was trying to open it with his mind.

“Loki, hi,” she said, a surprised look on her face. She was wearing a dress that made the boy gasp for some air. His favourite red dress.

“Oh, hi,” he smiled anxiously.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. She was trying to put her earrings in, head tilted.

“Uh, I- I just came down to say Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Thanks,” she said. This was really awkward.

“Um..you got plans?” he asked and tried to look casual. He would have leaned against the doorframe if he hadn’t been so nervous.

“Yes, actually,” she said. “I’ve got a date.”

A date?! Loki was taken aback by this answer.

“A- a date? With who?” he managed to ask.

“Oh, just a guy that works at the Bar. Dan.”

Dan? Seriously?

“Dan? As in the bartender?” he teased. But he was totally jealous. And he wasn’t so good at hiding it.

“Yes, the bartender,” she laughed it off. “But why are you holding a rose?

Loki almost blushed. Almost.

“Oh, this little guy?” Loki chuckled. “It’s for a girl, obviously.”

“Ooh,” she said. “Can I get a name? Is it serious?”

Loki didn’t know wether to laugh or cry.

“Nah,” he made a face. “She probably doesn’t even like me.”

He looked up at her with hope.

“Don’t say that,” she put a hand on his shoulder. Loki couldn’t help but smile. “You’re a real prize to win, Laufeyson.”

Now he was blushing. A little.

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” she smiled back. “But I’ve gotta run. I’m already late from my date. See you, Loki!”

And with that, she was gone, and Loki’s smile faded.

-

She got a phone call when she was home. She decided to end her date at the point he started touching her. She picked it up.

“Hey- is this you? Is this the right number?” she heard a familiar voice babble on the other end of the line.

“Loki?”

“Mmh- can you- can you come here?” he asked. His voice sounded dizzy and somehow distant.

“Where are you?” she asked, worried. She could not imagine what had happened.

“Um,” he murmured and then, the line went off for a few moments. The girl was near having a heart attack. “Sorry. Ah- I’m at the bar.”

She knew exactly what bar. Quickly putting her shoes back on, she made her way down the stairs of her building. She was determined to find him.

-

“Loki?”

She found him curled up in the phone booth in front of the bar. He looked washed out. His eyes found hers and they lit up a little.

“You came,” he breathed, letting a small smile crawl onto his face.

“Of course I did,” she smiled back.”What happened?”

“Maybe I had a little too much to drink…maybe,” he said, trying really hard to remember the night’s events. “Then there was a fight.”

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t involved,” Loki said. “I was however in another one, I think.”

“Loki…,” her tone was worried.”Your nose is bleeding.”

“Oh,” he said, reaching up to his nose. Seeing the blood on his finger, he nodded knowingly. “Yeah, you’re right. But I won, though.”

#loki layfeyson x you #loki imagine #loki oneshot #loki layfeson #loki #loki x reader #oneshot #marvel imagine #marvel oneshot #mcu fic

[katsumatsu4]

Speedrunning

It's a secret santa gift for @fandomsareforlife. Happy holidays!

A couple missing scenes, drabbles and possible interactions between Griffin Turner and other Elemental Masters. This is a little all over the place, but I hope you'll enjoy it :)

Also on Ao3

Being around other people for a long amount of time could get really annoying when all the conversations seemed to drag on for far longer than Griffin logically knew they had. Talking with his Ma was an exception, at least growing up; nowdays, even she began to slow down.

But there was something worse than getting a little annoyed, and that was being bored of course. So when one fateful day Griffin received an invitation to competition for elemental masters, for people just like him, he didn't need to think twice. Or even once, for the matter. More like half, the other half too thrilled for upcoming event to think properly.

With a ticket to Ninjago City in hand, the master of speed suddenly felt like his life was going to change forever. He shrived excitingly.

The room was pretty spacious, bigger than any he ever had. And it was amazing! He could zoom around without bumping into furniture, watch anything he wanted on the big flat-screen on the wall, bathe in the ridiculously oversized bathtub or eat all the snacks prepared on the table.

It even got posters of his favourite band on the wall!

Okay. That was a tad concerning.

He was chilling on the bed when suddenly an intercom on the wall sprung to life with Chen's voice.

<Ding ding dong>

<Fellow fighters, hidden around my island are enough Jade Blades for every participant except for one. The one who returns to the Palace Arena empty-handed loses. The tournament begins... now!>

A little confused, Griffin looked at the device. Right now? Just like that? Maybe if he was lucky there is already one in this room... Nah, that would be too convenient.

Not wasting more time, he jumped straight into the corridor leading to staircases. Right in the middle of a brawl between three other masters. Urgh.

He threw his punches blindly until he heard satisfying growl of pain. Stepping back, he finally took in his opponents. Gravity, mind, light, sound; not the most offensive powers but it didn't matter if he couldn't locate a blade in time. He threw his eyes around, cursing his poor eyesight. These four had to be fighting for something!

There! Someone in dark clothes was walking down the stairs, barely shuffling forward, where just a floor below- A jade blade in the vase!

Grinning, he threw his opponent away and rushed downstairs before - What was his name again? Eh, nevermind. - earth guy made a grab for it.

"Ha! Too slow, rocky boy!" Griffin giggled, easily outrunning him. The ninja looked so pissed of! Serves him right for not taking the competition seriously!

He raced toward the main lobby and put his jade blade in assigned place on the central statue. Looking around, Griffin noticed with satisfaction that he seemed to be the first. Hell yeah, baby!

With time other masters filled the room. Orange one, gravity, Jacob, shadow, purple one, lightning, Garmadon brat, Ash, Tox, shadow, mind, nature...

One blade appeared out of thin air, startling him. So Mr. Pale passed as well. No surprise here.

He couldn't help but whistle when earth master staggered inside, clutching his stomach with one hand but with a blade raised in the other. Honestly, he didn't know what that said about the other contestants that that guy wasn't last.

Just one remaining.

And then, when he thought he was going to die from boredom already, the doors opened and metal master proudly strode in. Finally! He joined in the cheers that quickly turned to confusion when one of big guy's gauntlets suddenly fell on the floor, the last jade blade falling with it. Unseen until this point, fire ninja jump out from behind Karloff's back, grabbed the blade and run towards the statue with a self-satisfied smirk. And a screwdriver.

Well, he'll be damned! Griffin didn't expect dirty tricks this early in the game, but he could respect the drive. At least until it wasn't directed at him.

Karloff, who retrieved his weapon already, slumped and whined something about fairness.

Fairness? Come on! They were there to show of, not to philosophize. Really, some people...

Griffin yelped when the floor opened under Karloff, who ended up falling in with a scream. What was that?

"As you can see, lose and you are out. Break any rule, you are out. Never bite the hand that feeds you Master Chen delicious noodle!" Chen announced. "Now rest up. Tomorrow the tournament will recommence."

On the way to his room Griffin had time to recollect himself. Looking with a clear mind, leaving the competition via trapdoor shouldn't have been as shocking. Everything Chen did so far was flashy and almost theatrical; it's only logical that he had something special prepared for the loser.

What happened to him after though?

He shrugged it off. Most likely it was nothing to worry about; probably the worst that awaited Karloff was being a little battered from the fall, getting laughed at by the stuff and being thrown of the island in a shitty boat. Chen was a pretty influential man, but even he couldn't get away with disappearing over a dozen people.

Besides, he thought as he settled under the bedsheets, today was the most fun he had in a while!

-

Well that kind of sucked.

Griffin turned on his bed. If you could even call that stiff board with a shoddy blanket thrown on a bed. He sighed, thinking back to the nice, warm, soft pillows in his room.

Stupid bed, stupid Chen, stupid competition and, most of all, stupid ninja! If they didn't want to fight against each other, why did they enter Crush Everybody Else And Win Tournament! It's not like they were forced to be here!

And now they were all paying for their stupidity and bleeding hearts. Sure, it was Chen who changed the matches at the last moment, but they should have expected something like this would happen sooner or later. Were they this stupid?

(He needed to stay angry. Staying angry was easier than thinking back about how desperate earth and lightning ninja looked during the battle. How much Chen controlled everything like it was his own private playground. How devastated the winner was, as if losing meant something more than dropping out of a competition. It was easier than remembering their screams of anguish.)

He turned over. Stupid ninja.

-

"I can't believe you actually fell for their bullshit. You don't look all that smart, but that's just another low."

Griffin felt his hand itching to punch Shade in the face. He took a calming breath.

"You heard what the ninja were talking, it all kind of makes sense. Chen clearly has it out for them; maybe they are telling the truth and they did discover something he doesn't want anyone to know!"

Shade rolled his eyes.

"Sure, and they conveniently didn't tell us that until one of them was in a major trouble during the competition."

The worst part was, Griffin did agree a little. The timing was suspicious; it was clear ninja would have held their distance even longer if the deck wasn't so stacked against them. But even then...

("We don't have to keep fighting each other," Green ninja said with an unprecedented confidence. "We can all win.")

The brat really has a way of making me want to proof him right.

"Why can't you just believe that there is something stinky going on here? It reeks!"

"'Kind of makes sense', 'maybe', 'just believe it', do you even hear yourself? Their story has more holes than a plate full of cheese!" Shade looked almost angry at this point. "If anything reeks here, it's them; from the beginning they acted like they were better than us and now suddenly they want to team up? For me it just looks like they realized Chen wasn't going to let them play their way so now they are trying to make the rest of us give up."

"Neuro confirmed that they were telling the truth about the spell. Doesn't that mean anything?"

"Ah yeah, the spell. The one that he learned about from Clause's mind but, again very conveniently, doesn't know what it's for." Shade crossed his arms. "If you are fine with being strung along and getting tied up in someone's scheme, be my guest. But keep me out of it." He turned around and gave Griffin a nasty side-eye on his way off. "I came here to win. I'm not going to give that up just because the rest of you lack any common sense."

Griffin stood there even after the other disappeared behind closed doors, fists clenched in anger. He wasn't a fool for believing ninja, Shade just... couldn't see a full picture. That's all.

With a sigh he finally relaxed his grip and let his hands fall to the sides. He probably should get going, the next meeting would be in a few minutes.

When will all this shitshow be over?

-

For the record, Griffin hated asking people for favours. Which was exactly why he was still standing outside the shop for longer than it took him to get there in the first place.

It was stupid idea anyway. Nobody spotted him yet, there was still time to turn back and leave. Yeah, he could just...

He groaned and hid his face in his hands. What was he doing? He was an adult, that's some middle school level thinking. Just ring a damn bell!

Griffin sighed and finally pressed the button. Then waited. Then pressed again and again, until he heard an annoyed voice from inside the building.

"Coming, coming, jeez! Don't you see the sign, we're closed- Oh, it's you." It seemed Cole was the one send to open the door. "Uh, hi?"

"Hey man, it's been a while! I would have called buuut, turns out we didn't actually swapped numbers after the Chen thing? And I heard you had quite an uproar recently."

Cole made a face.

"Don't even remind me. Lloyd's still has trouble sleeping..." He shook his head. "Anyway, come in I guess? Want something? Coffee, tea? Something to eat?"

"Thanks but I won't be long. Is Jay around? I actually came to talk with him."

"With Jay? Yeah, he's upstairs. Sit here, I'll come get him."

Griffin plopped down on the sofa Cole pointed and waited, eyes wandering over inside decorations. Not bad, but why did they had to have so many snakes?

He looked up upon hearing a patter of footsteps on wooden floor and was met with annoyed look on the lighting ninja face. He was probably pulled away from something.

"What do you want?" he started unceremoniously.

Griffin rolled his eyes and patted empty space next to him.

"Don't look at me like that, it's going to be quick, I promise."

Jay took a seat. "So?"

"Okay, here's a thing. Remember those anacondrai warriors? How they totally beat all of us, powers or not?"

"Well, they were hard to forget." Jay shivered. "But what does it have to do with anything?"

Griffin played with his thumbs for a few moments, silence slowly growing awkward.

"It's embarrassing," he finally said. "I know i could do better. They weren't as fast as me, just really really fast. I've never fought someone like that so I just... kind of froze when one managed to grab me. Like, no one ever did before! I didn't know what to do! So... yeah." He stepped from side to side. "I have an idea how to work on that. Will you help me?"

Jay winced, no doubt also remembering how close that fight was.

"I get it man, I do. But what do you want from me? You don't even like me! Why would ask me for help?"

"I think you're pretty annoying and obnoxious, that's not the same!" The ninja puffed up like an angry bird. Kind of cute. "Besides, you guys and your spinning stuff is like, the closest thing to my speed I can find that won't kill me! Probably." He pointed finger guns at Jay, who looked more red by a second. "Aaaand, you can throw lighting at me! So I can learn to dodge at high speed." Damn, he looks mad. Urgh, he didn't plan to vex him, that's no good. "And you can train with somebody who doesn't need to run in circles to keep up with your kicks, it's a win-win!"

"Ex-cuse me? Like I would need training to deal with someone like you! But fine, I guess I can make some space in my extremely busy schedule." Jay pulled out a notebook from one of his many pockets and skimmed through it. For what Griffin could see from here, all pages were completely blank. "Thursdays after 15 sounds good?"

"Sure does! Thanks dude!" He pumped his fist up in the air. "See you then!"

And before Jay could say another thing, he sped out, giggling slightly. Mission accomplished!

-

“And that’s why I don’t use coriander anymore.”

Griffin almost spitted out the drink. He snapped his head around, looking for the source of the scandalous declaration. Finally, his eyes landed on Zane, in the middle of some casual talk with Neuro, Tox and Pale.

He chugged the rest of his soda and run towards them.

"Hey hey, what's going on here? I was summoned by the heresy of the highest order."

They all looked at him confused. Griffin let out a big sigh. Humanity truly was doomed.

"What do you mean you don't use coriander? That's like, the coolest spice!"

Zane eyed him incredulously.

"It does have interesting taste, I'll give you that, but you can't be serious. It goes well with almost nothing, not to mention that the aroma is so intense it can ruin entire meal!"

"You can't be serious!" Griffin started gesticulating. "It goes well with so many things, like soups or cooked vegetables or cheese-"

The argument went on, Zane shooting down most of his arguments, but Griffin found out he hardly minded. It quickly became clear the other was almost as passionate about cooking as he was. It was fun!

"I can't imagine not adding a couple of leaves to dinner."

“If you can’t even phantom enjoying a nice meal with a balanced taste palette then I really don’t see how that’s my problem.”

"Listen, I don't care how much you don't like coriander, there is no good curry without-"

"Guys? Guys! Can you slow down a little?!"

He blinked a few times before the comically slow sentence made sense in his head.

"What are you talking about?"

"That's my line!" Tox gestured between Griffin and Zane. " You were blabbering so fast my ears started bleeding." What?"I think even Jay wouldn't keep up!"

Zane let out a short chuckle.

"Ah, we must have gotten ahead of ourselves. I'm sorry, I didn't want to make your all feel excluded from the conservation."

Ah. So that's what happened, no wonder talking seemed more fluid than normal. Oooops.

"Yeah, sorry guys. But," He turned to Zane. "we have to hang out more. That was the funniest talk I had in ages! Even if your taste in spices is goddamn awful."

White ninja smiled at him

"Sure, I also enjoyed this. But if you are trying to tell me my spices are atrocious when yours-"

Griffin felt the grin forming as all people around them groaned.

-

"Bullshit."

"I'm just saying; your powers are kinda redundant. I could get anywhere at least as fast as you."

Griffin stuffed the desire to just go and punch Shade through the wall, if only to wipe off his shit-eating smirk.

"That's not the same, you can't even interact with stuff on the way!"

Shade let out exaggerated regretful sigh.

"Ah, you're right. I just can appear practically anywhere I want to without anything stopping me on the way." He looked up at Griffin. "I guess running pretty fast is so much cooler."

Aurgh, you little-

"Race me then jackass."

Shade raised his brow.

"Excuse me?"

"You, me, right here and now. Let's see how 'redundant' my powers are after I kick your butt!" He leaned over the other man. "Or are you all bark and no bite?"

Shade's eyes sparked.

"Bring it on."

Of course it couldn't be exactly right here and now, but nevertheless it didn't take long to organize the race track and some cheerleaders- I mean, spectators and objective judges.

With a few minor setbacks.

("Hey, will you be our referee?"

Jacob turned to him with an expression of pure disbelief. Shade facepalmed.)

But otherwise everything was ready.

Griffin was stretching on the start line, eyeing Shade by his right. Noticing the staring, master of shadows send him another shitty grin.

"Good luck, speedy."

"Eat my dust."

"Guys, everything's ready!" Ash shouted from the side. "Remember, the first one on the finish line wins! No tech, only powers allowed!

Ready!

Set!

Go!"

The last sound didn't even end and Griffin was already rushing forward. Of course he would win, but no point in giving Shade extra time at the start!

Speaking of the man... He glanced around before spotting him.

Griffin gritted his teeth. His opponent was off to the great start too, but unlike him, he didn't need to worry about uneven terrain and sidelining obstacles on the way. So while Griffin had to more or less follow the beaten path, the other could pretty much ignore twists and turns of the road and just jump from shadow to shadow.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the speed. He's not going to lose at his own special thing!

Left, right, jump, jump, right, higher, faster, go go go!

Shifting between rocks and trees, they finally arrived at the last part: the finish line was on the other side of a lake surrounded by rocky hills. Griffin tried to spot the other man again.

Shade waved at him from the top of the mountain.

That little-

Wait, the lake! Maybe instead of running around it, he could run through it!

With that in mind, he braced himself and took a sudden turn. With a side-eye he barely managed to catch Shade's surprised face but it boosted him enough that even when cold water uncomfortably surrounded his ankles, he sped forward, cackling on the wind.

He began to regret it about ten seconds later; his sneakers were not waterproof. His heart skipped a bit when he almost tripped on a floating branch. But even after he managed to compose himself, before water remembered people were not supposed to be running on it, he could already feel his strength sapping away. There was a reason why he usually didn't try that trick.

The finish line was so close! Just a few more seconds!

He slipped.

Griffin took a sharp breath when his foot broke the surface, landing on a muddy bottom and staggered a few more steps before picking up the speed again. Water was slowing him down but he still rushed forward.

With the last burst of power he hurried on the shore and arrived at the finish line a few feet away. Distantly, Griffin registered muted cheers coming from the sides.

Panting and wheezing, he looked back. Shade just crossed the line, significantly more red than gray this time. Despite the air barely making its way to his lungs, Griffin couldn't help but laugh at the face he was making.

"Who's redundant now?"

Shade puffed further and shuffled closer.

Then pushed him in the water.

Griffin, very pointedly, did not screech and did not scramble around and shudder like a wet cat. Did not.

Hunched over, he heard a strange sound, something between choking and gargling. But when he looked up, his eyes widened. Shade was laughing. He... hadn't heard him laugh before. Griffin was so dumbfounded that for a moment he didn't notice the outstretched hand before him. He grabbed it and let Shade help him up. Still choking a little, master of shadows finally answered.

"Yeah, you were right, whatever. I'm not going to apologize for pushing you in, you looked like you needed a cooldown." He shook his head. "But I take back what I said earlier. You beat my butt alright."

"Well, that was one hell of a show! And both of you look like shit now."

Griffin turned around as Skylor and a few others made their way closer. She smiled at them.

"I bet you burned a lot of energy. If you're hungry we can get something to eat."

He suddenly realized that yeah, he was starving.

"I vote pizza!" Jacob shouted.

"Karloff says barbecue."

"Sushi!" screamed Ash.

"Well, does anyone have cash on them? I think you forgot where we can eat for free-"

"Sky-gal, I love you, but we can't just eat noodles every-freaking-time we meet," Tox argued. "We need some diversity!"

Shade raised his hand.

"Two for pizza!"

Griffin laughed and joined him.

"Make it three!"

#my stufff #katsu writes #secret santa #ninjago #griffin turner #elemental masters #zane julien #jay walker #cole brookstone #shade ninjago #skylor #tox ninjago #ash ninjago #fanfiction #fanfic #ninjago fanfiction

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

christmas what? Nah, buddy. Today commemorates the premier of a Panda and Toge production of “Yuuta and the Power of Love”.

in all seriousness merry xmas if you celebrate, happy holidays if you do not :)

today is a very important day in the history of theatre

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, have a good day and happy holidays to those who do not!

#sea glass gardens #panda and toges production was short run but impactful #did they finish a single performance? no. were they still monuments of the arts? yes #Yuuta and the power of love is one of the great lost productions of the ages

[slaveofemma]

10 Years of Slavery - Ch. 20

Ellie was living the best of her life like a proper college student. Partying, dancing, getting drunk, having sex, laughing, while I was doing reps at gym in the morning and going to a guitar lesson or a library in the afternoon -just to make myself tired and stay in a public space to distract myself. As I was getting bored, I decided to start studying towards my final year lectures at the university. That in turn helped me a lot to achieve a distinction in my final year, which leads to me getting a top-level job. So I can't say that what I was doing was completely a waste of time. And also, I was clearly able to understand how nerds are getting successful at college. As they are just getting denied by most of their peers, especially girls, they must've been doing the same to keep themselves distracted. So, Ellie had unintentionally made me a successful -and a fit- student. But we will come to that later.

...

Before they leave for the 3-day getaway, Ellie made it clear that she doesn't want any texts or calls from me in the meantime. She wasn't planning to call or text me either. So I was all by myself.

I stuck to the plan and went to the gym every morning. After a guitar lesson or a study day in the library, I was meeting with my friends almost every day. So, my life was perfect without Ellie. I even had some girls around that were subtly flirting with me but I was very open about being in a relationship. I was mentally committed to Ellie at all costs.

But then, something strange happened. It was the first night that Ellie went to the holiday house. I was pretty nervous about not hearing from her, and also imagining what she's up to was upsetting. I was having a beer with my old friends again. But then most of the people decided to leave early, and I was left with this one girl, Nat. I didn't want to go back home early for obvious reasons, but also having drinks with a girl alone made me feel weird. Also, being crazily horny was playing me mind games. But I decided to stay. Mostly because I knew Nat for quite a long time. We were pretty close in high-school and there were never anything sexual between us. So it was more or less safe environment.

We were chewing the fat, telling stories about old days and else. But the topic eventually came to the relationships. She asked me how it was going with Ellie.

"It's pretty good. We've been together for more than a year now. She's one year junior to me."

"So you like chicks?" Nat laughed while sipping her margarita.

"Nah, it's just one year, and she's even more mature than me."

"You sound like you're seriously in love with this girl?"

I knew Nat since high school, so I felt like I can be candid about my feelings, without going into too much detail. It was the first time I was feeling like I can talk about my relationship with someone.

"Well I don't know, to be honest it's my first serious relationship and I feel like I'm in love, but I didn't have any other relationships to compare. Sometimes I feel like I'm sacrificing too much for Ellie."

"Sacrificing? That's an interesting choice of words mate."

"Well, yeah. You know, you go to university only once. You can be young only once. Maybe we should not commit anything seriously at this age. Or at least should not take anything too seriously. And just move on."

"Then why don't you?"

"Because, well, I'm not sure how to describe it. Maybe the correct word is "addicted". I feel like I'm addicted to Ellie. I feel joyful when we're together. I become happier when she's smiling. I am even more motivated if I'm doing something just because she wants it to be done, even if this is something I don't enjoy."

"Oh boy, you are seriously in love!" I was gazing off into space. She continued:

"Then why do you have second thoughts? If you're happy, you're happy. You can't live your life constantly thinking about what you're missing out there. I guarantee if you'd not be committing this relationship seriously and "move on", you'd always wonder what you've missed in your relationship. You can't have both of the worlds!"

"But, you know, sometimes she can be a total bitch..."

"Haha, we all sometimes be a bitch, mate." She smiled at me empathetically.

"You girls are evil." I said with a laughter. I was dying to get it off my chest and tell everything that I'm going through. But I was afraid of how Nat would react. I decided not to. But Nat was in the mood:

"Tell me, what that bitch is doing that annoys you the most? I'm a proud bitch myself, and happy to disect her in this table tonight."

With the courage I got from three pints I chugged, I spilled some beans:

"OK, let's talk then. But promise me, you will be honest and tell me what you really think." She nodded. "What do you think about sex?"

"Well, that's a very broad question. You should be more specific."

"Just tell me what comes to your mind first."

"If I wouldn't know we're talking about your girlfriend here, I'd think you're making a very poor effort to get me in bed."

"Haha, sorry, I swear I have no intentions to!"

"I know, and that's why I'm happy to talk about it as friends. Well, I think sex is fun. But people are making a big deal of it. I mean I'm not an expert, I had one long-term boyfriend and several short-terms. But I can see some people are turning it into a race, who is the craziest, who'd have the highest body count, who'd have the most ecstatic orgy, and stuff like that. It sounds stupid to me, and horrible. To answer your question, I think sex is great, but if you don't know where to stop, it gets awful quickly."

I was grateful for her honest answer. I was putting Ellie into the picture Nat just drew reluctantly, and I wasn't happy about where she was landing. Nat continued:

"But it's probably not the answer you were after? I mean you have a solid relationship already."

"Yeah, sort of. Can I trust you, Nat?" She was intrigued now. She slowly raised from the chair she was leaning her back against, and crossed her arms on the table to get closer to me.

"We never had sex with Ellie."

"What? Really? Howcome?"

"Yeah..."

"I mean, you guys are living together, right?"

"Yep."

"What then, is she Amish or something?" She was confused.

"No no, it's definitely not religious. It's just, how we started and how it goes."

"You should be more clear, I don't understand."

"Promise me, it's between you and me?"

"Of course buddy, stop worrying about it!"

So, I told Nat about our first night with Ellie, and how things have went on afterwards. But I never mentioned about Ellie's 'adventures' and told the story about a couple who never had sex but loyal to each other. Nat was appalled:

"I will be honest, as you asked for it. It's total bullshit. You're committed to each other, to a point where you share a bed daily, but you don't have sex. But you try to satisfy each other using 'different methods'. I appreciate you trying to be discrete but it obviously means oral sex, we both know that right?"

I giggled a bit, and nodded. But in truth, I never had an oral sex from Ellie. But I wasn't gonna admit it to Nat.

"Let's try to understand her. Only possible explanation is, she wants to stay a virgin." I wish I could've guts to say what exactly Ellie is doing right at the moment as we speak with Nat. She continued: "And this could be for several reasons; first, she might have had a trauma from past which makes her very anxious about penetrative sex. She might even have vaginismus. Did you ask about it?"

"Not exactly, but she never mentioned such a thing. So I assume there's no traumas."

"You should still ask. So that's the first thing you need to resolve. The second possible explanation is, she genuinely feels like sex is so sacred and should be kept until the right moment. In your case, the marriage. I'd name it as "cinderella syndrome", please call the FDA and get the name registered." She laughed at her own joke. "It's pretty stupid if you'd ask me, but if she is a cinderella, you should either accept and move on, or break up. Your call. But it sounds like you guys are a great couple otherwise, so if you just dump her, her cinderella dreams might be shattered and she can throw herself into the arms of the first guy she sees. Are you ready to handle this?"

"Not at all!" I responded with a serious look on my face.

"Then don't dump her haha. I can think of a potential third reason but Ellie doesn't sound like it so not worth talking about."

"Oh come on, you opened the pandora's box already! Just shoot me!"

"Haha ok then, you wanted me to be blunt. But promise me you won't get me wrong? I know you good enough to know that this would't fit to you, and I don't know Ellie but I'm sure she's better than that. Probably it's best to describe it without giving names. Here we go. So, some women sees man in two groups, can name them as providers and lovers. They basically enjoy the providers because of the convenience they bring to their lives. But goes to lovers when they have a sexual desire. It's actually quite common, you can see stupid boys revolving around pretty girls with the hope of being noticed. And those girls put boys in the "friendzone", to get their help to run errands and stuff, They never have a sexual relationship with those providers, but smoothly keep them at bay, so that the providers have hope and keep providing to them. Whenever they need a fling, they just call the lovers but won't get too attached to these bad boys. So, in the end they have best of the both worlds. Providers keep providing and lovers keep loving."

"Damn, life is hard for some people Nat..." I was crushed inside. It was a very, very accurate description of my situation. But I was trying to hide my pain.

"But it's clearly not your case. She's committed to you. And she's still a virgin so it...." Nat stopped without finishing her sentence. She noticed the crooked smile on my face when she said the word, and immediately realised the awful truth I was trying to hide. She just stood up, and said that the next drinks are on her. I'm still thankful to Nat for not pushing me any further that night.

#girlfriend #boyfriend #friendzone #slave #college #footworship #slavery #submission #cheating #worship

[lythea-creation]

Youthful Sins - Sirius Black x daughter reader

First of all thanks for the request, anon. I kinda changed it up a bit, but hope you like it anyway :)

request: Sirius meets a young girl (Friend of Fred&George) in Grimauldplace 1995, who is basically a copy of him. During the summer holidays, he tries to connect to the Reader as he realizes that the girl is his daughter. The Reader does not know about their relationship and has to deal with the reality as she overhears Remus and Sirius talking about her. (Pls Drama)

warnings: family issues, angst

word count: 2.274

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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It was strange to be back at 'home', especially because I somehow liked it. It was not nearly like twenty years before, when I had left.

It was lively in a good way. Harry, Hermione, (f/n) and the Weasleys were bringing chaos and energy into this house that had kept mostly bad memories for me until now.

(f/n) and the twins were the worst out of them, always pulling pranks on everyone with their magic and fully abusing it to be of age.

Something about (f/n) had drawn me in right from the beginning. The way she was laughing, the dazzling gray of her eyes, her black hair. But mostly it were her character and energy I could not help but envy. She was full of confidence and life, always looking for the next kick of adrenaline and fun.

That was why it hurt me to watch her. She reminded me of myself when I had been younger, before Azkaban had sucked every joy out of my body, mind and soul.

The combination with the Weasley twins was even more of a painful reminder of my time as one of the Marauders.

Currently they were watching Molly making a soup. What had they put in there?

As Molly was pouring some spices into it, it suddenly exploded making a complete mess out of the kitchen.

Her yelling and cursing echoed through the house as the trio was quietly laughing.

“Got ya”, I declared while placing my hand on (f/n)'s shoulder.

The twins immediately disapparated obviously forgetting that (f/n) could not unless she wanted to take me with her.

“See … it was all the twins idea”, she claimed innocently.

“Sure”, I replied sarcastically, an amused grin evident on my face.

“Hey, Sirius … (f/n). Have you seen the twins? Actually I assumed you three pulled a prank on me again, but it seems like my sons managed to do that all on their own this time”, she ranted.

(f/n) mustered me clearly evaluating whether I would snitch on her or not. Of course I did not. I knew exactly how it felt to be in her shoes.

“They vanished mere seconds ago”, I enlightened Molly.

“Of course they did. Thanks, Sirius”, she mumbled with a sigh.

“Thanks for not telling her”, (f/n) noted casually. It literally felt like dealing with my younger self.

“Nah … I was the same when I was your age”, I told her.

“Seriously? Would have never bet”, she mocked me.

“You're pretty feisty”, I realized.

She simply shrugged her shoulders. “So you were a rebel as a teenager or what? Wanted to oppose your parents? I bet ... since you're here. After all the Blacks are nothing I would connect to the Order”, she considered.

“I was a Gryffindor in a family full of Slytherins. You can imagine that I wasn't my parents' favorite”, I alluded.

“But having friends made it bearable, I guess?”, she suggested unimpressed.

“Yeah. I moved to my friend when I was sixteen”, I confessed.

“Well … I basically did the same. I'm at Hogwarts whenever I can and go to the Weasleys during summer break. That's the advantage when you don't have parents. You don't need to ask for permission. The orphanage I used to live in is always happy about less work”, she stated.

“Sorry … I didn't know you grew up without family”, I quickly apologized.

“Nah, it's fine. Childhood was crap. I basically grew up like a muggleborn. But since I got to Hogwarts everything improved and now I'm pretty good. I mean … it's not worth it to mourn after people who didn't want me”, she declared although her body language was showing me that it was still bothering her.

“(f/n)”, Fred whispered signaling her to come over to the stairs.

“Gotta go now”, she warned me and returned to her friends.

I could not stop thinking about her words after that. My intuition was telling me that something was off with her. Yet I had no idea what it could be.

No matter how much I thought about it during the next days I did not get any closer to an answer.

“Fred! George! (f/n)! Who of you enchanted my wool to tie me up?”, Molly inquired furiously.

I entered the living room to see the whole scene, but by now Molly had erased the spell and the trio was standing in front of her instead.

“Alright! If none of you wants to spill the beans, hand me your wands and I will take a look at it myself”, she demanded. “Now!”

They handed their wands over silently, a small nervous and yet victorious smile on their lips.

My eyes however wandered over to (f/n)'s wand that looked quite familiar.

“Hey, Molly. I will hold the wands you're finished with”, I offered.

She welcomed my offer gratefully.

Now I could take a proper look at (f/n)'s wand and suddenly I remembered where I knew it from.

It was almost an exact copy of Mary's wand.

An involuntary gasp left my lips.

“Is everything alright?”, (f/n) wondered as I was staring down at her wand.

“Sure. I just thought that your wand is pretty cool”, I lied.

“Of course it is”, she agreed with a smirk that once again reminded me of myself. And suddenly it had another impact on me than before.

I had to talk to Remus.

Once I was able to retreat I escaped to my room and began writing Remus a letter asking him to come over.

The next day he was here.

“So what was so important that I had to travel here?”, Remus questioned as soon as we were alone in my room.

“When did Mary and I break up?”, I bombarded him instead of giving him an answer.

“Mary Klentwill? Why? Oh … no! Padfoot, don't tell me …”

“Please, Moony. When?”

“1977”, he recalled.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Dammit!”, I cursed.

“Now tell me what exactly is up?”, he requested.

I told him everything I knew about (f/n). How she seemed to be an exact copy of my younger self in girl form and how her wand looked like Mary's.

“You should perform an ancestors spell on her”, Remus suggested.

“I didn't even know anything like that existed”, I admitted.

“Just get me one of her hairs and one of yours and I will test it”, he instructed me.

I told myself not to panic before knowing for sure, but I was still freaking out.

Luckily it was not hard to find one of her hairs. I could simply pick one from her pillow.

“Okay”, Remus mumbled and cast the spell.

It felt like an eternity until we got the result.

My whole world started spinning when I saw the positive result. (f/n) was my daughter. The thought alone overwhelmed me to an amount that I could barely stand straight.

“Hey, that's not too bad, is it? (f/n) and you seem to get along, don't you?”, Remus attempted to comfort me.

“But coming along and being her father are two completely different things”, I reminded him.

All of a sudden the door creaked open revealing (f/n). “What? You're my father?”, she questioned absolutely distraught.

“Yes, (f/n). Apparently I am, but ...”

Tears were welling up in her eyes as she was staring into mine. So many different emotions were displaying on her face that the sight alone made me feel lost.

“But what? You wish you didn't know? You wish you hadn't met me? You wish I wouldn't know? But what?”, she yelled at me.

The others had already begun to gather around us to see what this whole commotion was about.

I had no clue how to react to this situation, especially her outburst.

My father and I had basically hated each other. Arthur was more of a father to her than I could grasp. How was I supposed to take that role?

Now it felt like I had abandoned her. The hypothetical scenario of my life with her overpowered me. She seemed to be a great kid. It felt like I had already missed everything. Azkaban had taken even more from me than I had known.

(f/n) shook her head violently before disapparating.

Great! My first few minutes as a parent and I had already failed miserably.

The worried, shocked and disbelieving faces of the people around me did not help.

So I simply closed the door in front of their faces.

Remus was the only one left with me. He knew me well and stayed silent.

“I don't know what to do, Moony. She clearly hates me. How could she not?”, I murmured.

“She just needs some time. Trust me. She will come back. But by then you should have figured out what you want and can give her”, Remus advised me.

A knock resounded on the door followed by Molly entering the room and sitting down next to me on the bed.

“(f/n) is a great kid. She may appear to be chaotic, reckless and arrogant from time to time, but she's standing up for her friends and strangers. She tries to protect the ones who can't do it themselves. Despite losing house-points for her behavior she's actually very smart and getting good grades. But most importantly right now … she is forgiving, handing out more second chances than she should because she actually got hurt quite a lot due to it. Yet she still believes. She's strong and somehow manages to deal with every obstacle that is thrown her way. I saw her growing up and it was painful to watch from time to time. But it all made her the person she is today. (f/n) can easily live on her own. She proved that over and over again. But she doesn't have to. My family will always be hers too. The question is: Do you want to be part of it as well?”, Molly pointed out. “She would definitely add something great to your life and I'm sure you could do it the other way around too. If you really want to. Otherwise please spare her from more pain than she has to bear. She has already been through enough and I don't want to hear her crying herself to sleep when she thinks nobody notices.”

With these words Molly stood up and left me behind with more questions to answer.

(f/n) did not return for days.

Honestly I was worried sick. Now that I knew she was my daughter I wanted her to be safe and sound.

The twins promised me that she was, but all the waiting did not exactly ease my nerves.

When (f/n) finally returned after five days she greeted me with a simple: “What's up?”

I wanted to pull her into my arms right then and there, but I did not know if it was appropriate.

“Listen …”, she requested. “I'm sorry I disappeared out of the blue. I needed some time to process everything. You didn't know that you're my father, right? You just found out yourself. So … don't stress about it. I don't need a parent anymore. I have the Weasleys and learned to love them like a family. I'm not lacking anything. So if you wanna vanish completely out of my life that's fine. If you wanna watch from the sidelines that's fine as well. You could also become a major part of my life. That's up to you. I'm giving you the complete freedom to choose. I'm giving you the chance to stay with me. But I don't have control over your decision. So everything will be fine in the end.”

How could she be so mature all of a sudden? I had only known her as the confident prankster. This was a completely different side of her. It made me curious for more.

“The confrontation overwhelmed me and I didn't know what to say. You asked me 'but what?'. Apparently I'm your father, but I have no clue what I'm doing. I know nothing about being a proper dad. Mine was shitty and I never spent enough time with James' dad to build such a strong relationship with him. So I will probably fail a lot at this whole parenting thing and hurt you countless of times. I'm not sure if I want to do that to you. You would definitely enrich my life, but I just don't know if I could do the same for you or if I will pull you down”, I confessed.

“Sirius, you're getting it all wrong. I'm not a child anymore. I'm a strong, independent woman. Trust me. By now I really know how to deal with painful situations. And I don't mean to offend you, but you're a stranger to me. Your actions won't form me and it will take some time until I will take them to heart even. You need to earn my love and trust. Until then you will have enough time to learn how to deal with me”, she noted.

Molly had been right. (f/n) was incredibly smart.

“So what? Wanna pull some pranks with me?”, she suggested.

Yes. My answer to her would always be yes.

I could only hope I was nearly as strong as her to survive our from now on shared journey.

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